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fragileizywriting · 5 months

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luka, okay, does not hide his problems really well. which, duh, because she's known him since, like, forever, but also he's just not good at it at all. there's no reason for it. this man just can't keep a poker face for his life. one look at his direction when he comes in through the door, already shouldering off his music bag and setting down his violin case, marinette can tell that he's tense and buzzing with a rolling boil of a headache.

he will attempt to wave it off.

"you should lay down," she blurts out, instead of a greeting. he's on a mission to untie his shoes. he's learned his lesson about walking around the house with shoes. she'd made sure to get his ankles with the broom. he'd laughed off the purple splotches, calling her a mini sabine, only to apologize when she'd chased him across the deck of the libertwo for that one.

"hmm? oh, no. i'm okay."

all she does is snort. "be honest. what happened?"

nawh, but he's busy with the shoelaces still. he's got a lot of string to take care of. he's tall with feet to match, these large paddles that thump like cinderblocks when he lets go of each shoe on the rug just in front of the entryway door.

"nothing. just tired," is his clipped reply.

worry bleeds out of her own shoulders, giving him a look. a look. not only is he tense, but he smells like it; desperation comes off of him in waves, permeating the air with exhaustion, with timidness, with some kind of hesitation that she's learned to sense from him after so long. it's compounded with the scent of hurt, something she doesn't smell all that often, but it's an undertone. a foundation. a baseline, something that she can't quite reach.

it makes her get up.

it makes her meet him at the doorframe.

it makes her reach up and cup her fingers on his neck.

instantly, he's looking down at her, no longer attempting to stamp a placid coolness into his expression. his neck is thick. she can feel his adam's apple bob underneath her fingertips. with the skill of someone who's known him since the beginning of time, she finds his glands, and wills herself to be as gentle as she possibly can, hoping that he finds comfort in her touch. feather-light, a perfect and sweet thing, because she wants him to feel taken care of.

"talk to me," she whispers, a sense of compassion overtaking her to the point her toes curl. "what happened, luka?"

he almost sags into her arms, but has enough intuition not to, or else the two of them would collapse onto the floor from his weight. his size. just his hand is bigger than both of hers. "i have a horrible headache."

"just that?"

"no..."

"tell me."

"i can't stand being an alpha, sometimes. i just don't fit anywhere."

she collects him into a hug, right around the ribs. she doesn't crush him, even though she should, instead just hugging him moderately tight and humming in gentle pleasure of how his arms settled around her shoulders in the correct way. "you fit perfectly right here, you know."

"oh, god," he murmurs. "you're gonna make me cry."

"don't do that! you should lie down instead."

"the headache will pass soon, now that i'm home with you."

"it'll pass quicker if you take care of yourself, right?" she's very good at not staring at his lips, because this is more important. "you take care of me all the time, don't you?"

"hhmmmm."

"go to bed," she lobbies. "take a shower first, obviously. leave the lights off. close the curtains. take a nap after a cold shower, and i'll bring you some medicine and food." a smoothie wouldn't be ideal, even though it would be cooling, because the noise would be too painful. "i'll make you something cold so you can feel it sting your fangs. how's that sound?"

"come to bed with me."

"you need food."

"i need you," he corrects, bending at the waist to stick his nose against her neck. it's cold. she can't stop the eep that follows. "just you," he murmurs, right against her gland. she will not be held responsible for any foot stomping she might do, in an attempt to not choke on snorts from how much it tickles. "come lay down on me for a bit. let me just... smell you. you make me feel whole again."

"i'll join you in bed after i get you hydrated, okay?" whoops. at least he doesn't flinch when she does kick. "go, go, go to bed, go on— i'll join you in a bit. ice-cold water in your waterbottle, luka, and some paracetamol. i'll be there in a few minutes, i promise."

he takes forever to pull away.

his eyes shine with love when he does.

#speakizys #4am ginseng tea

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dabilove27 · 2 years

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Paring: Getou Suguru x Follower Fem!Reader

Warnings: All characters are depicted as 18+ Reader is a follower of Getou and refers to him as “Master Getou”, reader is a bit demure, hints at sex, pet name usage (my love), kissing, consensual groping, let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 743

Summary: To escape the blistering heat you find yourself alone trying to finish sewing until he interrupts you

A/N: Hello! So this is a short little drabble inspired by these summer prompts. I picked buttons! Thank you to @lady-lunaaa for the idea! And thank you as well for being my beta and hyping it up! Thank you as well to @gixxie for talking me through some worries and also reading it through and hyping it up! love y'all!

Sweltering. This summer could only be described as miserable and muggy. The rays of heat could practically be seen in the garden as you gazed out the open door of the estate; it was too stifling to have the doors closed since Master Getou had decided air conditioning in this room wasn't needed because it was hardly ever used. So you were left with the only option of keeping them open, allowing heat to slowly engulf the room, but at least there was a slight breeze that would grace your presence every few moments.

It wasn't like you were stuck here; you could move around the estate freely if needed. You could quickly move to one of the rooms with air conditioning to escape the heat, but they were all filled with followers and noise, so much chatter and never ending conversations that drove you mad. At least here, you were alone; you could think and focus despite the heat licking at your skin.

Sighing, you focus your eyes back down on the task at hand. The tiny little button on one of Master Getou's pants had snapped when he–just the memory of that moment brings heat rushing to your face. You’re tempted to release the small smooth button to fan yourself at the thought, but it would be such a pain to go through rethreading, especially with the thoughts swimming in your brain.

So you try to keep to the task at hand, focusing on threading your needle into the right spot, and then you can relax, maybe take some time to read while the estate is still busy and bustling.

You're so caught up in your task you don't even realize someone else is in the room until he clears his throat. Letting out a little eep at the sudden visitor, you end up dropping the pants and your needle out of surprise. A profane word slips from your lips as you turn to glare at whoever just messed everything up.

The glare instantly wipes off your face when you meet those onyx eyes you know too well. "What a dirty word coming out of such a lovely mouth." His voice is like silk caressing your body, and butterflies fly through your stomach as he towers over your sitting form.

You quickly became a follower of his early on, and the two of you seemed to easily gravitate towards each other. It wasn't necessarily a secret that the two of you were lovers, but you still had to treat him as your leader outside of closed doors. Amazingly, he still brought out the thrill of a new relationship after all this time. You felt like a young school girl in love despite being in your twenties.

"Apologies, Master Getou," you say, still gazing into his eyes, unable to look away.

"I told you, you can call me by my name when we're alone, my love," His voice drips like honey in your ears, sending shivers skittering across your skin. He crouches down next to you and reaches out a hand to cup your face. The eye contact feels too intense, too intimate, and before you can form another thought, his lips come crashing into yours.

The day was sweltering, but when Getou kissed you, it felt like lava was bubbling up inside of you. Heat filled to the brim through every part of your body. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, a silent signal for entry. And you cave, allowing him in as he explores you.

The hand on your face trails down to your blouse and over your chest, kneading the soft flesh below the fabric. Your mind was becoming light and caught up in this moment until you felt the rip of your shirt and heard the soft plop of some of your buttons hitting the ground.

And before you can pull away to break the kiss Getou does it first, a sly grin stretched along his face. "You're a perverted scoundrel," you admonish him with a playful look.

And with a chuckle, he lifts himself back up and says slyly, "Looks like you have some more work to do."

You know he hears the profane name you mumble at his retreating form, but you can't deny the ache in your core. The longing for him to come back and finish what he started. But instead, you focus on fixing the buttons he left scattered on the floor.

Thanks for reading!

#getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #getou x reader #geto x reader #jjk drabbles #buttons #my writing

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thebadchoicemachine · 2 years

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Scout Goes To The Dentist and everyone suffers

Ao3 Link

(recommend reading there bc tumblr screws up the format)

Summery: Scout needs to get his wisdom teeth out. Scout does not want to have any dentist stuff happen at all ever. Medic and Spy decide to fix this, and the rest of the mercs react without context.

100% Crack. a bit of fluff.

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The mercs were driving back to base after another (relatively) successful mission. Sniper drove with Engie in Shotgun and the rest of the crew resting in the back.

Scout tentatively checked his teeth with his tongue, brow pressed in worry. He’d been feeling an ache in his mouth for weeks but it was growing sharp. It was starting to interfere with work. He’d screwed up way more than usual on this contract and everyone knew it. He just couldn’t concentrate with this freakin’ pain!

More importantly, however, his pain was also affecting Spy’s ability to concentrate. The constant smacking and gashing and groaning was driving him insane.

“Pour l'amour de Dieu. Scout, will you shut ze hell up?”

“Why don’t you shut the hell—AHHH! ” He screamed as a bump caused his teeth to bash together, sending a horrific jolt of pain through his jaw.

Everyone in the van shot up, weapons drawn. At least, everyone but Demo and Pyro, both of whom were thankfully still passed out in the corner. The mercenaries probably wouldn’t have survived if either of them panic-pressed any buttons.

“Y’all alright back there?” Engie asked.

“What in the great flag’s name what that?” Soldier demanded at the same time.

“Yeah, I just got uh… bit of a bruise,” Scout shrugged casually, failing to hide his nervous shame.

Sniper chuckled from the front, “Wuss.”

“Hmm.” Medic leaned over to stare at Scout. His freaky beady eyes glinted behind his glasses, but he didn’t do anything else.

Scout awkwardly turned back around and kept his tongue between his teeth the rest of the ride.

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The next morning:

Scout was awoken by a quick rapping at his door. He groaned, falling out of bed face first. The polite knocking continued at the same pace.

“OKAY, I’M COMING!” He growled. He pulled himself to his feet and blindly smacked his nightstand until he felt his bottle of Ibuprofen. He popped open the lid and downed four with a half-empty can of bonk he’d left out. Energized and assured the pain in his mouth would subside, he shuffled toward the door and creaked it open.

Medic’s imposing figure peered down at him, grinning.

“JESUS!” Scout jumped back.

Unfazed, Medic stepped into his room. “Hello, kleiner Freund,” he said in his usual chipper tone, circling Scout. “How are ve today?

“Uh, fine.” Scout turned alongside the circling doctor, trying to keep eye contact as Medic observed every angle of him. “So, what’s up, exactly? Why are you here?”

“Oh, apologies! I am here to take care of that ache you were complaining about yesterday.”

Scout froze. “Ah… that. Nope! No, no need. Thanks, pal, but I really feel—EEP!”

Medic’s hand shot out and grabbed Scout by the jaw. He pressed Scout’s mouth open and peered inside at his teeth. “Just as I suspected.”

“Uhat?”

“You have been expiring pain in your mouth for a while now, ja?”

“Uoah!” Scout shoved himself away, getting the gloves out of his mouth. “I mean: no! Why—haha—what makes you even think that?”

Medic placed a hand on his chin, looking pensively upwards. “Vell, I thought it was strange. I healed everyone with my medigun before we left. That ought to have cured any remaining wounds, bruises, or strains you had from ze fight, so it must be a reassuring issue that started again afterward. Also, Spy has been complaining about your mouth sounds.”

“That smelly French rat,” Scout cursed. “But, he’s wrong. And you’re wrong! Sorry, doc, but I don’t have any cavities or nothin’. My teeth are my best feature. I care for them perfectly.”

“You do!” Medic beamed. “Even just from this quick examination, I can tell that your teeth are pristine. No, you don’t have any cavities.”

“Phew.” Scout relaxed in euphoric relief.

“I would have cured it with my medigun if it were an infection like that,” Medic continued. “Your wisdom teeth are just overgrowing their stay! Worry not, I can remove them—”

“Oh, fuck no!” Scout yelped. He jumped past the medic and took off as fast as he could.

“Huh. Interesting reaction,” Medic shrugged to himself, watching the boy disappear over the horizon.

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“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, NOPE!” Scout repeated as he tore through the base, dying to get as far away from that Freaky Von Frankenstein as fast as possible.

In his panic, he ducked into the place he figured he was least likely to be caught: Spy’s room. He slammed the heavy door behind him and slunk against it, his chest puffing in and out like crazy as he tried to catch his breath. Not from running—he could run much further than that and still have enough wind to heckle—but rather from his fear.

“Scout, what are you doing... uh…” The cold blade of Spy’s knife spurred such intense joy that Scout shot forward and wrapped his arms around the man before he was even visible. Spy decloaked and stood there, absolutely unsure of what to do next. He waited for a moment, looking around, and then carefully tapped Scout on the back. “Scout?”

“Ah, sorry, man.” Scout detached himself, trying to play it off as him brushing something off Spy’s suit.

Spy caught his hand before it touched his precious threads again. “Explain yourself.”

“Right, haha, so…” Scout clapped his hands together. “I am. Hiding from Medic.”

“Why?”

“Why not? The dude’s nuts!”

Spy had to give him that, but he could tell there was something else going on.

A polite knock at the door interrupted the two of them. “Hellooo? Scout?”

“Aw crap, he found me!” Scout darted behind Spy. “You gotta protect me, hide me, please!”

Spy ignored scout and opened the door.

Medic smiled pleasantly at the two of them, a dove now perched on his shoulder. “Archimedes, look at zat! You vere right, he IS here! I never would’ve guessed.”

“A fucking BIRD sold me out?”

“Quiet,” Spy scolded. “Medic, do you mind explaining to me what zis iz about?”

“Scout is in need of a simple medical procedure. His wisdom teeth have betrayed him and must be removed. That vay his pain vill cease and he’ll stop having to make those annoying sounds all the time!”

“NO,” Scout shouted from behind Spy. “Ain’t no way I’m letting you put your creepy tools inside my beautiful mouth.”

“Strange,” Spy raised an eyebrow, “You’ve never had much issue with Medic’s healing methods before.”

“Ja! And you left before I could finish telling you the best part! I can remove them almost entirely painlessly.”

Scout glared at him suspiciously. Spy didn’t really buy it either, but he didn’t make a show of it.

“Vhat? I mean it! And I’d be more than happy to!”

“Why?” Spy squinted.

Medic tapped his fingers together. “I mean, I am getting a very nice set of teeth out of this whole situation…”

“Of course,” Spy rolled his eyes. “Scout, why don’t you just get this over with?”

Medic agreed, “Surely even you aren’t that self-conscious about your mouth. This pain vill go away and your teeth vill look even better!”

Scout couldn’t take it anymore. He burst out, “I lied, alright? I lied! My teeth aren’t my best feature (that’s obviously my amazing physique). The real reason I take such good care of my mouth is ‘cause… because…” The waiting faces of his colleagues assured him there was no way out of this. He hung his head and sucked in. “Because I’m scared of dentists.”

There was a beat of silence, then Spy burst out laughing.

Scout was not amused. “No, you don’t get it. Scared doesn’t even begin to cover this. I am straight-up phobic, you got it? Do you know how many dentists’ faces I’ve beaten in just because I freaked out and lost it? A lot. A LOT.”

“Vell, I assure you that vill not happen to me.” Medic cheerily clapped him on the back.

“Okay…” Scout gulped, looking shakily from Spy to Medic. “Okay,” He stood up taller. “I’ll do it.”

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About twenty minutes later:

Demo and Soldier sat playing cards on an overturned barrel. In the distance, a faint buzzing sound grew. They both ignored it, happily focused on their game, but it continued getting sharper.

Pyro, who was sitting a few feet away helping Engineer with fuel, looked up and asked a muffled question.

“I don’t know,” Engie answered. “Sounds like a speaker is busted. I’ll check it out after this.”

“aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Suddenly, Scout burst past. He jumped the barrel Soldier and Demo were playing on, scattering their game everywhere, and tripped straight into Pyro.

“Mmphh?” They asked with a tilted head, pulling Scout to his feet.

“HE’S GONnA TAKE MY FUckIN TEEth!” Scout sobbed.

Engie took Scout by the shoulder. “Hold on now, son. Who’s gonna take what?”

Right then, Medic came running up. His glasses were cracked and there was a shoe print on his face. “Vait! I haven’t even started yet!”

Scout shrieked. He stumbled over Engie’s toolbox and rolled, taking off again as soon as he was on his feet.

“Sorry!” Medic called as he raced after his patient. “He’s evidently VERY dentophobic!”

Soldier, Engie, Pyro, and Demo were left to stare as though that cleared up anything.

Scout was, in all honesty, tripping absolute balls. He’d gotten as far as Medic’s lab before he decided to nope out again, but not in time to dodge the syringe Medic was sneakily placing in his back. Unfortunately, because of his fleeing, he only got enough of a dose to put him out of it and numb his physical senses, not his fear.

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Heavy was enjoying a quiet break. Music was playing from his radio, Sasha was sitting by his side, and he had a sandwich he savored while watching the sky. Then, instead of a sandwich, he was holding Scout. Scout had crashed into him at full force—barely moving the giant of a man but shattering his momentum—and knocked the meal out of his hands.

Heavy held Scout up by the arm so they were face to face. “Vhat’s wrong, little man?”

“The med… the medic…” Scout wheezed, unable to speak anymore with the effects of the anesthesia reaching his tongue.

“Something’s wrong with doctor?” Heavy stood up, dragging poor Scout along with him. Alarm and determination were hot on his face.

“HE—“

*Fwwit*

Scout slumped over onto Heavy, a dart stuck in his back.

[ Several meters away, Sniper and Spy breathed a sigh of relief from a tower.

“Many thanks,” Spy said. Sniper nodded.

After Scout had fled again, Spy went to find Sniper with another dose of the anesthesia (this time with more of a tranquilizing effect). ]

“Ah, zer you are!” Medic called, finally catching up with Scout. “Hi, Heavy!”

“Doctor?” Heavy quizzically looked from the sleeping Scout, who he’d taken to holding in his arms, to the slightly ruffled Medic.

“It’s a long story,” Medic laughed, frazzled. “Come on, I’ll explain it while I finish this surgery.”

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One week later:

Scout smacked his lips, fluttering open his eyes. He stretched out and ungraciously yawned while scratching the back of his head. He was so thirsty, as he always was when waking up, but hunger pains also jabbed at his stomach. Instinctively, he began to feel for the ache in his teeth, but it wasn’t there. More alarmingly, his wisdom teeth weren’t there either.

The previous events spurred his mind. He let it sink in, just glad he couldn’t remember any of the actual dentist parts. He shuddered just thinking about it.

Intent on wiping all of this from his mind, he hopped out of bed. Oddly, he was in his own room, not the chair in Medic’s lab. He grabbed some mouthwash and swished It around, amazed at how he couldn’t feel a single ounce of pain in his jaw. Weren’t these surgeries supposed to hurt like hell after?

“Huh, guess the doc wasn’t kidding,” he said to himself.

His stomach grumbled. God, he was starving. He grabbed a can of bonk to quench his thirst while he searched for breakfast and tried to open his door. It didn’t budge. He frowned, jiggling the knob more to no avail.

“Stupid door,” he murmured. “Let me out, I wanna eat!”

The door didn’t listen.

“Alright, buddy. You asked for this.” Scout walked back to his bed and pulled out his bat. With one well-placed swing, he knocked the handle off entirely. The dumb plank of wood still wouldn’t open, so he took a few more swings at its hinges. He’d get someone to fix it later. For now, he just wanted out.

After a while, he finally managed to push the door out of its frame. He rolled his shoulders and stepped happily outside… only to be greeted by two sentries aimed right at him.

“AUGH!” He fell back inside, hiding behind his wall. “Yo, what the fuck?”

“Mey! Mees Mawake!” Pyro’s muffled voice called out.

Scout heard some hushed shouting and shuffling footsteps. He peeked his head outside to see the whole team surrounding his doorstep. Weapons were drawn and hesitance/caution was drawn on everyone’s faces in thick lines.

“Uh… guys?” Scout called. “This is hilarious and all, but I just want some breakfast, okay?” He took a careful step outside with his hands raised. The sentries followed his movement but didn’t shoot.

Everyone visibly relaxed. Some audible sighs of relief were even heard from Spy and Medic.

“Hurray! He’s really awake!” Medic grinned, giving a thumbs up to a very tired-looking everyone else.

“What?” Scout was stiff and hungry, but he needed answers to this weird show first and foremost.

Everyone turned to Medic, who sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “Vell, I may have underestimated your fear. Just a bit.”

“What happened?”

“You sort of turned into a zombie…? A very powerful, frantic, mindless thing that destroyed everything it touched. I mean, every time you woke up you went absolutely berserk! It was a fascinating reaction, really, but—“

“Ehem,” Spy cleared his throat, glaring at Medic.

“Right, so, after like the twelfth time this happened and we managed to subdue you I just put you in a coma until we could be sure the effects wore fully off.”

“Oh.” Scout blinked, not sure how to react to that. “So, I beat all you guys up?”

“Several times, ja! You also destroyed several structures.”

Scout grinned. His now-truly perfect teeth glinted. “Awesome. Let’s never do this again.”

“Agreed,” Medic said.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #crack fic #fanfiction #scout tf2 #medic tf2 #spy tf2 #fanfic #woah those are words i wrote #medical tw #my intestines are always trying to kill me #tf2 red team #i like heavy in this #banged this out lin like an hour it's 1 am

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cheylouwho · 6 months

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Hello Chey!!! This might seem EXTREMELY random, but I am doing a school report for my advanced ELA class about the whole history of Tweek x Craig, since my teacher is doing this whole, “we need to become an expert on something,” and I just wanted to choose this, since Tweek and Craig is my special interest right now!! I’ve been trying to find some genuine experiences from when the episode aired, and I remembered you made a post about it, but I cannot find it ☹️. I’m not sure where it is, and if you have a link of it, I would greatly appreciate it!! I’m sorry if this may cause any inconvenience, since it is my first tome ever really interacting with someone on tumblr. I would also like to thank you for that fanart archive!!! I love just looking through all the submitted art, and stuff that didn’t make the cut!! Everything is so well put together, and I will make sure to credit you for everything!! My work still needs to be sourced anyways! Again, big big apologizes if I just end up wasting your time, I’ll try to find it again in my spare time.

Omg anon thats AWESOME like. seriously. get ahold of me after you write it I would LOVE to read your essay

Here's a link to the retrospective post I made: https://cheylouwho.tumblr.com/post/713535040390397952/the-south-park-fandom-and-the-5-stages-of-grief

Feel free to hit me up about more information. I would def look at the "stuck in fourth grade" sp team blog for posts around the time, the official forums (before they allegedly get deleted eep, I gotta go do some archival), the fanart archive for some of the art, and some stuff in my "analysis" tag which related directly to the episode and some thoughts I had as well as others. Hope it goes well!

#PLEASE let me read your essay from the perspective of someone who loves fandom history and archival #youre going to kill it anon

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ticklish-n-stuff · 2 years

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It was an accident!

So a 'lil while back I read the event stories for VBS in the EN server and finally stumbled upon VBS Kaito and omg...he's like the complete opposite of WxS Kaito. He's so...childish, that's like the only word I can think to describe him with. Anyways, he seems to get into trouble...a lot...and I can imagine his punishment would be tickles 'cause why noooot~?

Also, this is my first time writing Meiko so pls go easy on me, thaaanks :3

Enjoy~!

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Kaito x Meiko VBS sekai (romantic, but interpret as you wish :))

Lee: Kaito

Ler: Meiko

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was a peaceful day over at the street sekai. It was currently empty with just Meiko in the café, Miku and the twins were probably causing chaos somewhere else...but that wasn't her problem. She decided to take advantage of the peacefulness and try to make some new recipes for her menu. She went to the back to gather up whatever things she needed, leaving the café unnatended.

During so, a certain blue individual arrived at the café. "Hey Meiko-! Oh...she's not here" Kaito quickly glanced around and noticed that he was the only one there at the moment. "Guess I'll wait for her to come back". He took a seat by the counter and out of boredom started fidgeting with a nearby cup he found. It wasn't too long until the cup fell out of his hands and...

CRASH!

Anyone would've easily noticed the way Kaito's face changed color as the cup crashed into the floor. He quickly went to pick it up and was mortified when he discovered a big crack at the bottom of the cup.

"What was that noise?".

Oh crap! She's coming. Kaito quickly hid the cup behind him as Meiko made her way out.

"Oh Kaito you're here. I thought I heard something fall, have you seen anything?".

Kaito quickly shook his head, but knowing him well Meiko wasn't convinced.

"Is that so...what's that behind your back?".

"What's what?" Kaito smiled nervously at her. She rolled her eyes fondly at him and yanked the cup from his hands. Before she could even say anything, Kaito was already on his hands and knees apologizing profusely.

"It was an accident, I swear! I didn't mean to break it! I'm sorry!".

Meiko could only chuckle at her boyfriend's sillyness. Feeling a bit mischevious, Meiko decided to have some fun messing with her clueless partner.

"I'm sorry Kaito, but I still have to condone your punishment" she said as a teasy smirk made it's way onto her lips, wiggling her fingers at her partner. Kaito's face instantly turned pink as he tried to scatter out of there, but Meiko easily pinned him down on the floor, taking a seat on his waist to keep him pinned.

"W-wahait! We can tahalk about this!" silly Kaito couldn't help the nervous giggles that bubbled out of him. He was too ticklish for his own good, and Meiko knew exactly how to exploit that weakness.

"I've already made up my mind. Now...laugh for me~" she said as she started gently squeezing at his hips.

"GAH-! Ahahahahaha! M-Meiko plehehease!" he held onto her wrists gently but didn't do much to stop her. She was well aware of his liking of tickling, so why not use that against him?

"Please what? Please tickle you more~?" she teased as he skittered her nails across his tummy, eliciting a squeal from the ticklish male.

"EEP! Thahat's nahat what I meheheant!" Kaito squirmed around with what little mobility he had, her nails were always killer for him.

"No? Well I don't hear you complaining either way~" Meiko teased as she softly dug her nails into his ribs.

"Shuhut uHUHUp! AHAHAHAHA!" poor Kaito threw his head back in laughter, while attempting to cover his red face behind his hands. Meiko chuckled in endearment and halted her fingers for a moment. Kaito took the opportunity to catch his breath. He wondered why she had stopped and peaked an eye from behind his hands, only to be met with wiggly nails under his arms.

"GYAH! MEIKO NOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHA!" he squealed and cackled as Meiko tormented his worst spot. All while his arms came crashing down in an instant, revealing all the flustered glory that was his bashful face. Meiko loved seeing him like this. His face was fully flushed from his ears all the way down his neck, his eyes looked a bit watery, and his smile was so big and his laughter was so fun and bubbly. She had to admit, tickling her boyfriend was very fun, and he liked it as well so it was a win win situation!

"What's wrong? Can't handle the kitchy kitchy coos~? she teased as Kaito squealed once more, getting lost in his boisterous laughter.

"DOHOHON'T SAY THAHAHAT!".

"Don't say what? Kitchy kitchy coo? Does it fluster you when I say that~?".

"OH MY GOHOHOD SHUT UHUHUP!" he screamed in laughter at all the teasing and tickling, even his tummy was starting to feel a bit sore from all the laughing. And as flustered as he felt, he had to admit, it was a lot of fun!

Meiko chuckled at his outburst and decided to cut him some slack. She slipped her hands out from under his arms but remained comfortably seated on his hips. "You doing okay down there?".

"Y-yeheheah...!" he giggled out as he caught his breath, slumpimg down deeper into the floor.

"Good!" she playfully patted his tummy, which caused him to giggle more. "My my you're just so ticklish~" she teased as she playfully stroked her nail around his navel, which became exposed with all his squirming.

"EEK! D-DOHON'T REMIND MEHEHE!" he squeaked and gently batted at her hand. She chuckled and stopped with the teasing.

Kaito took some deep breaths before speaking up again. "I-Ihi'm really sohohorry about the cuhup!" he tried his best to apologize through his residual giggles.

"Oh that? Yeah...that cup was already broken. I mainly just use it as a planter now".

"W-WHAT?! Then why did you put me through all that?!".

"Because it's fun! Plus, it's not like you hate it or anything~" Meiko teased as she gave his navel a quick poke, causing him to squeak. He blushed and huffed at her statement, sure she wasn't wrong, but she didn't have to be so straightforward about it!

"So...wanna go for round two~? The others won't be back for a while longer".

Kaito sighed and gave in to his girlfriend's playfulness. He slowly put his arms above his head 'cause let's be real, he was looking forward to it. "F-fihine just be cahaHAREFUL! AHAHAHAHAHA!".

Kaito got lost once again in his uncontrollable laughter as Meiko gently scratched away at his armpits. Looks like this was gonna be a long day for him.

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This was so fun to write!

If anyone wanna send in some VBS reqs... just saying...👀

#project sekai #colorful stage #tickle #colorful stage tickle #project sekai tickle #fic #tickle fic #colorful stage tickle fic #project sekai tickle fic #kaito vocaloid #meiko vocaloid #lee!kaito #ler!meiko

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waiting-on-a-dream · 1 year

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My ocs as long palette names

Titles were taken from this banger of a post by @/fivepointpalettes. I'm waiting on your version of this post, Lina. /hj

Also, note that this is based on the titles of the palettes only and not the colours of the palettes. It's a nice bonus if the palette matches the oc(s) though.

Sorry I didn’t Realize People Like You Have Feelings - Violet, Mahira, Zoya, Duran (They've definitely said this to at least one person lmao)

Just Friends But We Kiss Sometimes - Chandani and Xue Mei (I'm only half-joking... They're giving me sapphic vibes, you know?)

Let Me Be Your Unreliable Narrator, Baby! - Aurora

Focus On Me (Ignore The Blood) - Emile

I Saw The End Of The World In Your Eyes - Xenon (Divination~)

What Are You Doing In My House / Now Now I Don’t Usually Make It A Habit To - Stop Yelling - Break Into People’s Homes But As You Can See Sometimes I Do - Silas as the first one, Aurora as the second 💀

Well First Of All I Am Positive What You Did Is A Criminal Offense / And Second Of All Why Didn’t You Invite Me - Iris, Mahira, Zoya

Hey Quick Question Are We Really About To Commit Arson? - Violet (I can imagine her getting roped into stuff like this LMAO 💀💀💀)

Does This Taste Expired To You Too? - Aurora, Wyn, Zoya, Mia, Elio

Only One Thing In This Room Is Edible And Good Luck Figuring Out Which One It Is - Aurora (Let the death games begin)

Your House Has No Anomalies But I’m Reporting You For Bad Taste In Art - Iris (Iris as a house inspector lmao)

Who Put Strawberries In The Bathtub

Who Put Strawberries In The Bathtub Again

This Is The Third Time Someone Put Strawberries In The Bathtub Who Keeps Doing This Please Stop - Violet, Luka (*Wheeze*)

Soda Cans Are Great I Love Accidentally Spilling Liquid On Myself - Zoya, Mia, Fleda

It’s Not A Good Cake But It’s Not A Bad Cake Either (As Still It Is Cake) - Mia

Wish We Could Go Out For Coffee But You Hate Me And I Hate Coffee - Aurora @ Silas lmao

This Will Hurt You More Than It’ll Hurt Me - And That’s Okay! - iris, Mahira, Zoya, Duran, Elio

Father I Do Not Wish To Consume The Cough Syrup - Wyn

I’m Always At Least A Little Bit Scared Hopeless And Frustrated - Violet, Alma, Fleda

The Annoying Whisper In The Back Of Your Head - Aurora, Xenon, Emile, Luka, Alma

The Shadow Out The Corner Of Your Eye - Xenon, Emile, Fleda

Can You Help Me Find What’s Wrong With Me - Aurora, Xenon, Fleda

Wasting Your Life Feeling Like An Underperforming Tool In Someone Else’s Hands - Violet, Emile, Luka

An Unhealthy Relationship With One’s Own Identity - Aurora, Violet, Xenon, Luka, Fleda

Men Like Us Aren’t Supposed To Feel These Things - Emile, Luka

My Lungs Are Full Of Ink - Violet (Overblot)

I’m Just A Normal Functioning Member Of The Human Race And There Is No Way Anyone Can Prove Otherwise - Emile, all of the seven brothers eep

How To Completely Disapp8ar Be Found And Never - Fleda

When I Was A Small Child I Held An Iguana Once - Duran

A Classmate Of Mine Once Borrowed One Of My Pens And Then Decided It Was Such A Good Pen He’s Just Gonna Keep It - Violet (salty to this day)

Sconce Doesn’t Sound Like A Word To Me But It Is One - Alma

Sorry That Your Rant About How The Game I Like Ruined The Whole Series Forever Didn’t Make Me Like It Any Less - Fleda

Wishing To Rant About Fanfiction But Not Wanting To Show How Much Of A Nerd You Secretely Are - Alma

The Eye Lips Eye Emoji Face Fills Me With Unbridled Rage - Luka

Doctors Say You Need A Consistent Amount Of Sleep To Be Healthy So I Consistently Sleep For 4 Hours A Night - Fleda

What Will It Take For You To Give Up Your Humanity And Become One With The Night - Xenon

The Price Of Wisdom Is Bad Grammar - Aurora, Alma

The Eternal Dance Set To The Sweet Melody Of My Out-Of-Tune Guitar - Aurora, Wyn

Don’t Aspire To Be Average You Can Go So Much Lower - Duran

The Privilege Of Being Born Somebody Else - Aurora, Emile

My Favourite Ride In The Theme Park Is A Bench - Luka, Duran

I Apologize If You Found Finding This Place Difficult But You Must Understand I Am Currently Evading Detection And Arrest For Crimes Undisclosed - Iris, Mahira, Emile

So Good At Sleeping I Could Do It With My Eyes Closed - Duran

Your Teeth (Hand Them Over) - Aurora (I can imagine them saying this for funsies)

Why Are You Sleeping In The Algae Pond - Irene @ her merfolk friends (Why can I imagine Mia, Chandani, and Xue Mei sleeping in an algae pond in their merforms?)

Write Your Love In The Blood Coursing Through My Veins - Violet, Emile, Gaius

Please Relieve Me Of The Dreams Plaguing My Every Waking Moment - Aurora, Alma (Daydreaming!)

And If You Thought It Was A Threat It Might Have Been - Mahira

Find Yourself In The Patterns On The Wall - Xenon

Putting On A Show To Seem Alive / When I Don’t Feel Alive - Aurora, Iris, Emile, Luka, Elio

Time Has Stopped Passing A Long Time Ago - Xenon

Once Again A Cold Rainy Winter Gives Way To A Cold Rainy Spring - Aurora, Xenon, Luka

You Made Me The Villain Of Your Story Darling Now Own Up To It Won’t You - Violet, Mahira, Emile

It’s Past My Bedtime And I’m Thinking Of You - Aurora, Violet

Oh Baby Don’t You Know Our Sort Is Locked Out Of Heaven - Mahira, Emile

There’s No ‘You’ In 'My Cup Of Tea' - Violet @ Joules lmao

You Have To Stop Making So Many Enemies - Luka, exasperated (This actually applies to Aurora, Iris, and Elio)

You Have This Power Inside And It’s Frightening - Slyvan, Mahira, Irene, Gaius

All The Things You Did Before You Did Them - Xenon

My Overconfidence Is Astounding And It’s A Surprise I’ve Never Been Killed - Aurora

Too Cool To Sleep At A Reasonable Hour - Aurora, Alma, Fleda

You Smell Like Nonsense With A Hint Of Melancholy - Aurora, Xenon

Crying Because Cats Are Cute And Deserve The World - Mia

I’m Sick But The Bags Under My Eyes Are Sicker - Aurora

Forever Dizzy In This Lonely World - Xenon, Fleda

Remember When We Would Stay Up All Night Reading Fanfic On Our Phones - Aurora, Alma

I Don’t Check My Email In Fear Someone Tried To Contact Me Via Email - Fleda

Feelings Of An Almost Human Nature - Xenon

Can’t Let It Slip That There’s More To Me Than Little Old I - Emile

A Sense Of Failure Wasting Away And Never Living Up To Your Full Potential Unable To Get Things Done And Putting Everything Off Because You Are Scared Of Progress - Aurora, Iris, Duran, Alma

Seeing The Future In The Tear Stains On Your Cheeks - Xenon

You Are A Dream In A Crowd Of Nightmares - Slyvan, Wyn

Do Not Invite Me To Your DnD Party Unless You Are Ready To Accept The Consequences - Aurora, Iris, Zoya, Alma

When It Comes To Near Death Experiences I’m An Expert - Aurora, Xenon, Emile

You Know How Sometimes An Unwanted Guest Comes Over And You Do All You Can To Make Them Leave While Remaining Polite - Slyvan, Iris, Mahira, Irene, Emlyn

You’re The First Descendant In A Line Of Workaholics Utterly Convinced Your Willingness To Sacrifice Your Own Health Determines Your Worth As A Human Being And Promptly Working Yourself To Death To Provide Unto Others What You Never Had A Chance To Understand You Deserved Yourself - Violet, Emile, Luka

So Far Throughout My Life I Got Mildly Electrocuted On Three Separate Occasions - Aurora, Xenon, Fleda

Leaving The Fridge At 3 In The Morning - Aurora, Alma, Fleda, Elio

Peach Yoghurt Tastes Better With Whipped Cream - Wyn

Thinking About Him (The Enlightened Prophet) - Xenon

My Brain Operates On Frequencies You’ve Never Even Heard Of - Aurora, Xenon

My Computer Chair Broke So Now I’m Stuck Here Leaning To The Right - Fleda

People Ask Me How I Manage To Think Of You Everyday And To Be Completely Honest I Never Know What To Say Because It Feels So Natural - Slyvan @ Pollux, Zoya @ Noah

What Flavour Is Your Mind - Aurora, Xenon

Being Told I’m Allowed To Make My Final Class Project About Any Topic I Want Awakens A Demon Inside Me That Makes Me Subject My Classmates To Only The Finest Of My Obscure Interests - Aurora, Xenon, Irene, Alma, Fleda

Standing In Front Of Me She Quickly Undressed Confessing Her Desire To Cause Me Physical Harm And Needless To Say I Was Baffled But Nonetheless Intrigued - Mahira, Emile

The Only Thing Greater Than My Ego Is My Impostor Syndrome - Aurora, Iris, Emlyn

The Cons Of Being My Friend Greatly Outweigh The Pros - Aurora, Xenon, Luka, Duran, Fleda

You Can Stay At My Place But You’ll Never Find Me There - Aurora, Xenon, Emile, Alma, Emlyn

Murder And Other Expressions Of Love - Mahira, Emile

You Locked Me In A Cage And Threw Away The Key And When You Found Someone Better I Was Left To Gnaw On The Bars For My Freedom - Emile, Luka

What Do You MEAN There Was A Fire - Irene, Luka

Go To Sleep In The Morning And Wake Up At Noon Only To Go Back To Sleep Till Evening And Wake Up Full Of Regret And With A Headache - Fleda

This Man Shoved His Face In a Tub Of Soap Bubbles - What Happened Next May Surprise You - Wyn

The Little People At The Bottom Of The Ocean - Iris, Violet

Go Ahead And Floor It Luv - Iris, Emile

A Toast To Our Special Little Brand Of Sin - Mahira, Emile, Emlyn

Even The Mushrooms Mourn Losing You - Xenon

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dancevidaniya · 2 years

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Encanto needs to be a stage musical and here’s why

Someone’s probably already talked about this, but I feel the need to dump all my ideas here.

General premise: there’s a lot going on in Encanto that could have used more screentime, and it’s a great story with lots of beautiful visuals and themes.

Further elaboration (with spoilers obviously):

There’s so many characters! And you know what that means: we need more solos.

What about a song or songs detailing what Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio are going through? Dolores living with a power that she can’t really shut off (presumably), Camilo trying to find himself while presenting himself as a careless goofball, Antonio’s fears before and after he discovers his powers. He admires Mirabel SO MUCH, but he’s also scared of sharing her fate.

Also, weave in a little more about Dolores’s unrequited love. Make it the tiniest, cutest little subplot. Maurino and Dolores have the smallest exchange where he’s delivering something for the party and she stutters out a little, “Thanks.” And then she makes that little “eep” sound before pattering off. He glances over his shoulder at her, shrugs and smiles.

I think a huge missed opportunity was that we didn’t get to really address the fact that Abuela Alma doesn’t have magic powers herself? Maybe that’s another reason why she’s so hard on Mirabel, she can see her own perceived inadequacies in her. After all, after going through such chaos in fleeing her home and losing her husband, having magical kids was her way of taking back control. The only way she thought she could fix the world around her was through them.

Felix and Agustin having a more lighthearted song about how they married into this crazy, magical family and sometimes they don’t even know how to raise their own kids. Sprinkle in some details about how they met their wives. It doesn’t even have to be a song of its own, it could lead into the aforementioned Abuela song where the tune tapers off into something more somber.

That scene where Julieta is telling Mirabel that’s she just as special as the rest of the family? Song. Make it a song.

Bruno!! Let’s talk about Bruno! This could have fit into the last category, but it’s just that important.

“We Don’t Talk About Bruno” is a straight up banger, I’ve listened to it a thousand times already, don’t change a thing.

Bruno himself needs more to sing though. We need a song from his perspective about what was going through his head when he ran away and the life he’s been living in the walls.

In the same song perhaps, talk about what it was like to grow up with a power that people progressively began to distrust and even revile. Mirabel and Bruno both grew up under a stigma, both feeling unwanted if for different reasons. And now Mirabel herself seems to be an instrument of doom, just like him.

Bruno and Mirabel could have an awesome musical number for the whole vision sequence. Build it up with discussion about their anxieties. Mirabel insisting on the vision because she has to know how she can fix the situation, Bruno flinching and trying to get out of it because he knows what happens when people hear his prophecies. The vision begins and the music builds and builds and the green lighting is going crazy until - “ISABELA?”

(Sidenote: later in the musical, make it more apparent that the Isabela thing is only the beginning of the healing-the-whole-family process).

Finally, Bruno needs more time to reconcile with the family and for them to apologize and promise to do better by him. That was one of my few complaints about the movie. They really ran out of time to organically welcome Bruno back, and a stage musical would have so much more time to do that in a satisfying way.

And speaking of things that needed more screentime...

One of my other big complaints about the movie was that Isabela and Mirabel’s reconciliation feels really fast and in my opinion, pretty forced. Isabela was pretty harsh on Mirabel, and her song seems to still be tilted towards, “I’m pretty amazing. Oh yeah, thanks Mirabel.” And Mirabel herself has two seconds to change her mind about her sister.

So what I would change is: the cactus can still appear in a fit of passion, but it needs to be Mirabel’s idea that Isabela make more. Isabela takes notice for the first time that Mirabel’s unique outlook on life expresses itself through compassion, even towards her. Make Mirabel forget about the hug, and make her suddenly interested in her own sister’s development. She wants to see what else Isabela can do, and Isabela wants more of Mirabel’s perspective. They come to really believe each other when they hear the message, “I’m struggling.” Then it leads into them having a blast like they were at the end of the song.

On to visuals: Casita!! Magic house!!

Is there anything that screams "theater” like a story that revolves around a single location? And houses are right at the top. And a magic house that shifts and emotes and has magic rooms? That’s a theater dream come true!

You ever check out some of the behind scenes footage clips of the Beetlejuice musical? It’s ridiculous what they managed to do with the lighting of that house, using all the latest technologies. A Disney budget could really run with that.

Through animatronics and the unsung heroes of theater, the techie, you have all the power you need to have cabinets opening and closing, banners sagging and then lifting, cups vibrating on dancing tile counters, floors bouncing and moving people around the stage, flowers sprouting all over the place.

Turning the house set around and you got yourself Bruno’s hideout in the walls. Turn it again and hey look, it’s more of the family members’ rooms! Break the house apart to reveal Bruno’s crazy cavernous tower, and then break it again during the catastrophic climax. Sidenote: explain why the hell the family couldn’t build Mirabel a bigger room or let her share one of theirs. Like, Jesus lol

Anyway, there’s just a lot to say. I’ll just go ahead and leave you with a final suggestion: everyone’s gotta apologize to Mirabel more than they did. HARD. Especially Abuela Alma.

Thank you for your time!

#disney #encanto #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela alma #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #bet i forgot someone lol #oh yeah casita #file this under I shouldn't have spent time writing this

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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do you know that moment when you suddenly remember embarassing things you did? so when my brain did that, i accidentally make some random noises. and it makes me being made fun of. so could you make the demon bros+undateables reacts to FM!MC accidentally make random noises? like- "eep" "wtf" "oh sorry i just remember stupid things i did haha" "???" sorry if this is too much for you, and thank youu!

(Yo I do this a lot too lmao xD so I feel you anon, though lemme fight the people who make fun of you >:()

Lucifer:

The first time he heard MC make a random noise out of no where, he stopped and almost did a double take

She went 'ah fuck' once, stopped, turned on her heel for a moment, as if doing a weird 'robot' dance, went 'ah fuck!' a tad louder and ran the opposite direction of where Lucifer was standing

It didn't quite sound like proper words, though he made out what she was saying; it was more a mumble under her breath and to no one in particular except herself

He made an attempt to follow her to see what was wrong, and found her digging in her school bag in the main hall; he asked her what exactly she was doing

"Forgot to grab my charger for my phone, phone was dying, ha," she answered, making him raise an eyebrow at her earlier antics

Humans really were a peculiar species

Mammon:

He and MC were hanging together in the common area, he sitting on the floor while she was laying flat on the couch

They were both playing games on their D.D.D.s, when MC let out a loud "SCREEEE" sound, making him jump in his spot

"Wha!? What happened!?" Mammon hollered back, looking up at MC, confused by her strange noise

"Finally beat that stupid level! Here, look!" She held up her phone triumphantly, showing him the 'Win!' screen

He blinked a few times at the screen, than looked back at her for a second, "Uh, cool, congrats! Though, did ya need to sound like a dyin' animal just now?"

Leviathan:

If anyone understands making random ass noises all the time, it's going to be him

He and MC basically make up their own language of strange noises that they make at each other, especially when around his brothers

She'll go 'lel' and he'll go 'lawl' and just bust out laughing when his brothers just look at them like they are crazy

They especially will 'whoop' and holler with each other when playing games together, because how could gamers not communicate through weird sounds they make

They even text each other the sounds, and when doing so in the group chats just makes the chat explode with his brothers losing their minds lol

Satan:

MC walked up to Satan once, leaned over him while he was sitting and reading his book, and closed her mouth on his shoulder

She made a loud "NOM" noise when doing so, making him close his book and look directly at her

"Must you always make such strange noises when coming near me?" he asked, sighing when she simply answered with another 'nom' noise, and bit his shoulder again

She also enjoys walking up behind him and going "Nya~", making him freeze and turn on her like she just smacked him on the backside

She drives this poor demon crazy with her cat and 'nom' noises lol

Asmodeus:

He was caught off guard by MC making the loudest "Squee!" noise when they were out shopping together

She ran up to a particular plush set outside of a shop they were walking by, and wrapped it in a bear hug

She continued to coo and squeal at it, pressing it's nose to hers and being down right adorable he felt he would melt right in his spot

"Would you like me to buy that for you, my dear?" he offered, eliciting another high squeak from her

He finds her little noise to be complete adorable and does whatever he can to make her make them more for him

Beelzebub:

When they were sharing lunch together, MC made the randomest "Grrrrrawr!" noise when biting into her burger

Beel almost choked on his at the sound, looking at her both slightly confused but laughing at the sudden noise

"You okay MC? Did you bite yourself or something?" he asks, showing his genuine concern; but she simply laughs and shrugs, admitting she just likes making random noises like that

He tilts his head a bit in thought, than kind of shrugs and gives her a nod, before making a loud growling sound of his own when taking another bite of his burger

She bursts out laughing so hard she almost falls to the floor, his large hand coming up to keep her in her seat

Belphegor:

He decided that MC's room was going to be his nap spot for the day, so he waltzes right in, and lays out on her bed, while she does homework at her desk

He however, does not get much sleep, since MC is sitting there, making loud "Wah" noises repeatedly to herself

"Why are you making that sound?" he asks, not really hiding his annoyance in his voice as he pulls his pillow over his head

"Helps me 'wah' concentrate 'wah'," she replies, continuing to make said noise

After about an hour of enduring the noise making, he gives up and gets off her bed, thumps her across the head with his pillow, and storms out of her room lol

Diavolo:

Fascinated by the random sounds she makes, all of them

The first time he heard MC make a random noise, she was walking around with him and randomly went "Nyoom!" while running her hand along the banister of the stairway

Now he will mimic the sounds that she makes as well, and it drives both Lucifer and Barbatos absolutely bonkers when he does it

He even writes the noises out through text when messaging them, with the help of MC teaching him how to do so

Needless to say, MC is in a whole lot of trouble with Lucifer over this lol

Barbatos:

He found himself staring oddly at MC the first time she made a 'nom' sound when eating one of his baked goods

She constantly would go 'mmmm' as well, making him confused at whether she was enjoying the food or not

When she walked up to him and made the 'nom nom nom' sound at what he was preparing, he finally stopped her and asked her to explain the weird noises she was making

She apologized, explaining she liked making weird noises, and honestly the 'nom'ing noise was meant as a compliment; it meant she found everything he made really good!

Took him a while to believe her, but he would eventually come to smile whenever she would make that noise around him again

Simeon:

*confused angel noises*

He saw MC one day walking around at school, stop in her tracks, and back up, making a 'Beep beep beep' sound

She than happily walked on her way, seeming to hum to herself as she did so, leaving the angel rather confused in his spot

He wasn't sure if he should ask her what that was about, until he noticed that she would do it again quite often, and seem to laugh to herself when doing so

When he brought it up to her, she was incredibly embarrassed, unaware that he had seen her doing that; she explained it was just a fun noise she would do because she was bored, and it was entertaining

She almost died the one time she caught him copying her, making the 'beep beep beep' sound and walking backwards in the hallway; it was a good laugh between the two of them

Solomon:

Another one who seems to speak the random sounds language along with MC

They communicate through random 'pips' and 'plups' when in class together, giggling like idiots when other students look at them confused

MC will run up to him in the hallway randomly, blow him a raspberry, and run off while he just laughs his ass off at them

Of course, they do the same thing through text messages, especially if they are absolutely bored and want to just mess with each other

Sometimes they pull the brothers into it, Levi having a ball with them while the others just rage in the thread

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #barbatos #simeon #solomon #headcanon #request #fem!mc

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 3 years

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A Duel Between Brothers

Word count: 2750

Ok, so this one is one I started months ago, even before most of the other fics I've written, but I never finished it. I just randomly got inspired to finally write the ending. Hope it came out alright!

This one guest stars Thor (trying to write for some other characters here and there!)

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All you had wanted was to sit quietly and watch some TV. Simple, really.

You didn’t expect to walk in on a full-on brawl between the two Asgardian brothers. If you could call it that, really.

You had been making your way down to the common area in the tower when you heard the shouting. At first you were concerned someone was in the process of being beaten to death, the yelling was so loud. Then you noticed the booming laughter strewn throughout the shouts, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Just the boys again… you thought, slowly approaching the doorway to the common area.

Thor and Loki often fought with one another, so this didn’t really come as a surprise to you. What you didn’t expect was to find Loki pinning his brother to the floor, Thor’s laughter echoing through the room as Loki tickled him mercilessly. The sight was sort of adorable.

“It’s not as enjoyable as it was when we were children when you are on the receiving end, now, is it brother?” Loki taunted. Thor reached up to shove his brother off, but Loki was agile, his fingers darting under the elder brother’s arms so he’d clamp them down at his sides.

You felt heat prickle in your cheeks as you stood quietly in the doorway. You were quite ticklish yourself, although no one in the tower was privy to that information just yet. It was unclear whether you were happy or disappointed by this – you actually enjoyed being tickled, in a fun, playful, sometimes flirty way. You also had a weird tendency to feel ‘sympathy ticklish’ when you saw someone else being tickled. Of course, these weren’t things you wanted to openly admit. So, you tried to stay out of the way in the rare instances you came across a tickle fight such as this in the tower.

After watching for a few moments, you already felt tingles on your sides and a small smile growing on your face. You turned to walk back out of the room quietly before the boys noticed your presence. Unfortunately, you’d waited just a moment too long.

“Lady Y/N! Plehehease! I-I require assistance!” Thor begged. You stopped dead in your tracks and spun back around to find both Thor and Loki’s eyes on you. Loki had let up on his brother for a moment as he observed you with a questioning look.

“Oh, uh… I don’t want to get in the middle of this. Sorry Thor, you’re on your own,” you stammered, remaining at a safe distance in the doorway.

“Were you planning to use the common room, Y/N? Please, don’t feel you need to leave on our accord,” Loki insisted, resuming his attack. You took a few gradual steps into the room, unsure how best to proceed from here. If you appeared too anxious and left, surely, you’d give yourself away. If you stayed, you’d have to watch the boys fighting, and your expression may also give you away. You opted for a sort of in-between option for now, standing a few feet away from the brothers but not yet making yourself comfortable.

“Are you sure I won’t be in the way?” you asked timidly, though loudly enough to be heard over Thor’s boisterous laughter.

“Please. Sit down. Pay us no mind,” Loki insisted, conversing casually as if he wasn’t currently torturing his brother. Reluctantly, you sat gingerly on the couch and picked up the remote to turn on the TV.

You couldn’t bring yourself to relax into the couch cushions, so you sat unmoving while trying to avoid looking at the brothers on the floor a few feet away. You couldn’t help but steal an occasional glance at the pair. It was taking everything you had not to start giggling nervously as you watched Loki tormenting his brother. You could only imagine what it would be like if you were in Thor's position...

“Were you planning to use the remote? Or were you simply hoping the television would magically turn itself on?” Loki asked, jerking you from your thoughts.

“What?” You looked down at the remote in your hand, still unused. “Oh. Yes. I was going to watch some TV.”

“You seem a bit… uneasy,” Loki noted, finally releasing his brother as he turned his full attention to you.

“Brother, you will pay for-“ Thor was silenced before he could finish his threat as Loki held his hand up, silencing him.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“You clearly seem distracted by something. Normally you’re shoving people out of the way to get to the remote to watch your silly reality television programs, but today you seem to have forgotten how to turn the television on. And you’re stiff as a post.” His eyes narrowed a bit as he tried to analyze your expression, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Loki. I’m fine.” You leaned back against the couch cushions to prove your point and propped your feet up on the coffee table, aiming the remote at the TV. Before you could press the ‘on’ button, Loki stepped between you and the cable box, a slow smirk spreading across his lips.

“Tell me, Y/N… are you ticklish?” Your eyes widened for a moment, almost imperceptibly, at the unexpected question. Quickly, though, you tried to regain your composure, clearing your throat, and steeling yourself.

“No, Loki. What would make you think that?” you inquired, fighting to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“You’re not exactly subtle, darling.” The mischievous glint in his eye made you jumpy, and you slowly rose to your feet to move away from the advancing Asgardian. “For one, you’ve been blushing furiously since entering the room to find me torturing my brother. And that is only after you attempted to leave before we noticed your presence.” He started to take a few steps toward you as you slowly backed away, cursing your face for having betrayed you. “In addition, you’re already attempting to hide what I assume to be your most vulnerable areas,” he gestured at your arms folded across your ribs, which you promptly lowered to your sides. Your back suddenly met the cold plaster of the wall, and you mentally cursed yourself for literally backing yourself into a corner.

“I-I really think you’re o-overanalyzing this, Loki… you’re just being r-ridiculous,” you insisted, pressing yourself flat against the wall as Loki blocked your exit, placing a hand against the wall on either side of your head.

“Oh, am I?” His face was now only inches away from yours as his impish smirk continued to grow bigger. “Well, darling – there’s only one way to find out.”

Without any additional warning, he brought his hands down to latch onto your sides. The suddenness of his movement made you shriek as you grabbed hold of his wrists. He kept his fingers still, pressing just gently enough into your skin to set your nerves on fire.

"Wait, wait, wait! C-can't we talk about this?" you asked nervously, the god leering down at you with an evil grin on his face. He applied just a bit more pressure with his fingers, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

"Any last words?" Loki asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I- eep!!" You opened your mouth to respond, but he suddenly began kneading his fingers into the soft skin of your sides, causing you to squeal and begin giggling rapidly. Your knees buckled as your muscles weakened with laughter, and you slid down the wall as you sank to the floor.

“Oh no, you’re not going to escape that easily,” Loki teased, halting his attack to scoop you up off the floor and carry you over to the couch, holding fast despite your thrashing.

“Whyhyhy?!” you cried, still giggling from the residual ticklish tingles in your sides and the giddiness you felt at suddenly being swept up into Loki’s arms. “What did I do to you??”

“God of Mischief, darling,” Loki mused, dropping you unceremoniously on the couch you’d been seated on when this all began. Before you could move to escape, he planted himself down on your legs to keep you from kicking him as he dug his fingers into your sides once again. You batted at his hands with your own, trying to cover your weak spots as best as possible. “Now, Y/N, you’re making this difficult. Thor, a little assistance here please?”

“Certainly, brother!” Thor obliged, grasping your wrists and pinning them above your head, leaving you feeling even more vulnerable to Loki’s ticklish onslaught.

“Thohohor! Why are you helping him??” you pleaded, tugging at your arms to no avail.

“I apologize, Lady Y/N, but you should have assisted me when I requested your help,” Thor replied, his tone somber but his eyes bright with amusement. “In addition, you are adorably ticklish!” You groaned, your face burning even more, if that were even possible.

“Now then, tell me – where else are you 'not' ticklish?” Loki queried, moving his torturous fingers to your belly without awaiting an answer. You shrieked and squirmed a bit harder, which Loki turned into a game, moving both hands to one side and then rapidly switching to the other when you twisted and exposed yourself. “You’re not doing a very good job maintaining your blatant lies, Y/N.”

“OKAHAHAHAY! I’m ticklihihish! You wihihin!” you implored.

“Yes, I believe we’ve established that, thank you,” Loki replied sarcastically. “I’m having too much fun now to let you off that easily. Where was it you were trying to hide? Oh yes, I remember!” He dug his fingers into your ribs and your laughter grew more desperate, your muscles turning to jelly as he spidered up and down your ribcage.

Meanwhile, you felt another five fingers start scratching underneath one of your arms. You squealed, glancing up to see Thor hovering over you with a huge grin on his face, still grasping both your wrists in his other hand.

“NOHOHO THOR!!” you pleaded, the sensation overwhelming you between Loki’s fingertips drilling in between your ribs while Thor simultaneously spidered his fingers in the hollows under your arms, swapping between each side to keep you squirming.

“Brother, we do not want to kill our little friend here,” Thor warned as your laughter was growing silent, hiccoughing intermittently.

“I suppose you’re right,” Loki agreed, stilling his fingers against your upper ribs but not yet releasing you completely. Even the feeling of his fingertips pressing into your sides, unmoving, was unbearable; keeping you giggling and squirming. “I’m not even tickling you! Have you gone mad?”

“Nohoho, I can’t help ihihit!” you whined. Loki finally let go of your ribcage and Thor released your wrists, allowing you to breathe for a moment.

You certainly weren’t expecting to get yourself in this predicament when you’d entered the common room. You supposed you could have maybe pictured a situation like this with Thor, but never with Loki. While he did have a trickster reputation, you’d never really thought of him as the playful type.

You’d become friends with Thor almost immediately. On numerous occasions, you’d hung out with him and some of the other Avengers in between missions, showing him the art of Midgardian video games and laughing at his overenthusiastic excitement. In a way, Thor was like the older brother you never had.

With Loki, things were different. During the few months you’d been living in the compound, you had interacted with Loki only intermittently during mealtimes or in the training room. He didn’t say much except to his brother, but his sharp wit and sarcastic sense of humor had drawn you to him, and not in a familial sense. It was odd, really; you had only said a few words to him here and there, and yet you felt yourself falling for him hard and fast. There had been just a few longer conversations that you treasured – discussions about a mission, or a novel he was reading or a movie you had watched. He was always friendly when you spoke, but it was hard to know how interested he really was in chatting with you.

You’d been hoping to capture his attention somehow, but around Loki you seemed to forget how to formulate proper sentences. Never in a million years did you expect to find yourself pinned down and tickled senseless by the God of Mischief. But now that it was happening, you weren’t ready for it to end just yet.

You seized the opportunity while Loki and Thor thought you were still weakened from laughter to reach out and grab hold of Loki’s sides, getting in a quick squeeze or two before he grabbed hold of your wrists.

“Haven’t had enough, yet, have we? Oh darling, you’re going to regret that,” Loki warned ominously, pinning your wrists to his chest with one hand and digging into your ribs once again. A new wave of helpless giggles spilled from your lips, and you yanked desperately to pry your wrists out of Loki’s grasp. “It’s adorable that you think you can escape me, really. I am a god – do you truly think your strength outmatches mine while you are in such a weakened state?”

“Lohoho… Loki!! Stahahahp teasing!” you pleaded.

You hadn’t noticed Thor’s absence above your head until you felt a large hand wrap around your ankle. You shrieked as a finger traced the bottom of your foot, tugging your leg to pull out of Thor’s grasp.

“Brother, what in the nine realms are you doing to make her thrash so much?” Loki asked, turning to look back at Thor without halting his attack on your ribs.

“Well, brother, it appears our little friend has ticklish feet as well,” he responded casually, an air of amusement in his tone as he wrapped both ankles in a headlock with one arm and fluttered his fingers up and down both soles simultaneously with his free hand.

“GUHUHUYS!! I CAHAHAN’T!!” you shrieked through wild laughter.

“I suppose we should let up so our dear mortal can breathe,” Loki pondered aloud, slowing his fingers to simply scratch at the bottom of your ribs. Thor released your ankles as well, returning to your side so he could grin down at you with endearment. You pushed Loki’s wrists away from your torso so you could curl up and wrap your arms around your ribcage, residual giggles still bubbling from your chest.

“Rehehe… remind me not to walk in on a tickle fight between you boys ever again,” you mused, chest heaving with exertion.

“A poor decision, really,” Loki agreed, smirking down at you.

“Brother, we should allow Lady Y/N to watch her television program, now that we’ve finished tormenting the poor girl,” Thor urged, tugging on Loki’s arm.

“Wait!” You sat up, stopping them before they turned to walk out of the room. “I… uh… I don’t mind if you guys want to stay and hang out. Watch a movie or something..?”

Loki looked at you with surprise and confusion written across his face. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d have thought that just maybe you saw a hint of red tinged across his sharp cheekbones. Thor smiled, glancing over at you, then back up at his brother.

“I do apologize, but I have a prior engagement I must attend,” Thor responded woefully. “However, Loki would most certainly love to keep you company, wouldn’t you brother?” Loki shot him a wide-eyed look as Thor pounded his large hand against the back of his shoulder, causing him to lurch forward a bit from the impact. Thor’s smirk never faltered, his eyebrows elevating ever so slightly as he held Loki’s stare.

“I would like that,” you said after a moment, breaking the silence. Loki’s head turned to look at you, and upon seeing your pleading eyes staring up at him, his face broke out into a genuine smile.

“Well, who am I to say no, then?” He took a seat beside you on the couch as you aimed the remote at the TV, searching through the movie list. Thor bade you goodbye as he ducked out of the room, leaving you alone with the handsome trickster sitting beside you.

The opening credits began scrolling across the screen. Maybe it was the residual adrenaline from having been tickle tortured only moments before, but a surge of bravery ran through you, and you leaned your head against Loki’s shoulder. You were rewarded with a gentle laugh, vibrating from deep in his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and tugged you closer, his hand resting against your side. You flinched as his fingers twitched, digging slightly into your skin.

“Sorry, love – I couldn’t resist,” he chuckled in response to the playful glare you shot at him. He moved his hand to rest on your arm, and you nestled in comfortably against his side. You weren’t sure yet exactly what this was, but you most definitely liked where it was headed.

#loki tickle #tickle fluff #ticklish!reader #tickle fic #marvel tickle #ler!loki #ler!thor #lee!reader

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random1amfics · 3 years

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Demon Tyrant of France (3)

Adrien didn’t like how Marinette was acting.

At first he thought that she might have just been lashing out because Lila’s lies hadn’t been exposed yet. She had been showing signs of being stressed and frustrated before she gave him her signature smile a week ago.

There was also one option he didn’t want to consider. That Marinette was an akuma. It makes sense with the new clothes, her chosen name and her new attitude. But Plagg said that she didn’t feel like an akuma.

Adrien tugged at his hair, pondering about her. He risked a look to the back of the class where Marinette sat.

She had resigned as class president effective immediately. When Mme Bustier took her outside for a talk, the teacher came back pale-faced and had agreed to accept her resignation. The class didn’t take it well. Mostly him, Lila and Alya were being very vocal about it. The rest just looked resigned and stayed silent.

So far, she hadn’t accused Lila of lying at all. Just outright ignoring the Italian unless Lila was claiming something about Marinette doing something to her to which Marinette shuts it down with her solid alibis which made Lila angry. That wasn’t good at all. Lila would get akumatized and it was his job as Chat Noir to prevent that from happening. Marinette and him had talked about taking the High Road and she promised before this bizarre change. He was going to talk to her about it later, maybe she just needs a reminder that she was their ‘Everyday Ladybug’. Even if she wasn’t acting like it at the moment. They would all talk about it over and the class would get back to normal.

The bell rang, signalling the start of lunch break and bringing back Adrien out of his thoughts. He brushed out Lila’s and his friend’s offers of having lunch together but he needed to solve the Marinette/Demon Tyrant Problem.

“Hey, Marinette. I want to talk to you about-” Adrien said as he met her at the door.

“Lila. I know Agreste. I am surprised it took you this long before making your move.” Marinette replied in a cold tone, which was so unlike her that it made him a little uneasy.

“Look, I know Lila has been hard on you.”

The Tyrant snorted, it was an understatement. In the final days of Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Lila had turned her ‘friends’ against her, painted her as a villain and tore apart her sketchbook. Thankfully, it wasn’t the one with her commissions which she had been smart enough to leave at home. The reason she still technically won the bet was because Chloe was there from the start, witnessing everything Marinette does in any situation, good or bad and making sure she followed the rules. (It also led to her inevitable reveal as Ladybug with Chloe’s nosy behaviour. That is a whole another story for later.)

Adrien continued with that stupid ‘everything is fine’ smile, “But you shouldn’t let her get to you like that.I mean this whole Demon Tyrant thing isn’t you. Resigning as class president. Not helping our classmates. You aren’t acting yourself. And if there is anything that I can do to help you-” He reached out to put his hand on her shoulder which she grabbed before he could.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Agreste. Don’t touch me unless you want a broken hand.”

Adrein frowned.

He pulled his hand back and gestured towards her, “See. This is what I am talking about. If you keep doing this, you are going to push all of our friends away, Marinette.”

“Agreste, you can’t address me by that name. You have lost that privilege when you stopped being my ‘friend’. I resigned and stopped helping because I can’t do things for a class that doesn’t appreciate my efforts. Furthermore, I am not pushing them away at all. They are all staying away because it took the Demon Tyrant to come back to get back to their senses and realize what they had done wrong the last few months. Well, most of them are. If they finally get the courage to apologize, I might forgive them but we won’t be friends. I am still fair in some cases.”

“Anyways, the main thing you should know is this,” she said as she gestured to herself, “has always been me. I don’t need ‘help’ to be the Marinette you have always known because News Flash, she was just a part I played to win a bet. An act. And before you pull any crap about faking to be your friend, you asked to be my friend and when you stop tending the flower, it will wilt. If you are worried about me exposing Lila, I always keep my word. I am not going to expose her. Now if you will excuse me.”

The Tyrant walked past him, not sparing him any further glances.

Adrien was left alone in the classroom.

Well, not quite alone.

“Plagg, what do I do?”

The kwami stayed silent. He had heard about the Demon Tyrant when a worried Tikki came to him one night. Marinette had told her about her past. She also told Tikki to take the earrings away and go find someone else better. Tikki came to him because she had little to no experiences with bad wielders, compared to Plagg.

Honestly, unless someone incurred her deserved wrath, she wasn’t so bad. Marinette or the Demon Tyrant was a great wielder for the Ladybug Miraculous and possibly, a better Black Cat than his current one.

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Alya sat down in the cafeteria.

Lost for words at the new dynamics of the class, everything was different and nothing makes sense anymore. She can’t correlate between this bitchy Demon Tyrant and the sweet, kind and clumsy Marinette who was her best friend. Although, she hasn’t been acting herself the past week, accusing poor Lila of being a liar and bullying and threatening the new girl every chance she got.

On second thought, yes, she can.

It explains a lot about Marinette’s one-eighty degree change in attitude now.

And Alya had fallen for the act, hook, line and sinker that very first day. She wondered why Marinette did it. Did she get some sick thrill of luring people in with a nice facade with the smell of pastries, telling them that they were friends and when the time comes, dump like discarded toys?

Some journalist she was, she should have dug deeper, not just trust what was on the surface. Journalists were supposed to expose the corruption and she never saw it hiding itself right in front of her.

She was so deep in her rage of being deceived that she didn’t notice her classmates telling her to calm down or scrambling away from the black butterfly that was headed towards her.

“Hello, Shepherdess. I am Hawkmoth. You can’t trust wolves in sheep's clothing and there were wolves hidden in your flock. I will give you the power to expose the wolves before they hurt the sheep. In exchange, you will get me Ladybug’s and Chat Noir’s miraculouses.”

“Yes, Hawkmoth.”

Dark energy covered the reporter, transforming her into an akuma.

(Because I suck at describing clothing, Alya’s akuma looks the same as Bo Peep in Toy story 4. But with a darker colour scheme. She has a shepherd's staff. Her power is to expose people’s true self by changing who stays true to themselves as sheep and those who do not as wolves. The sheep are made into her minions and the wolves are…..slaughtered.)

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Tag: @buginetye, @fidget-eep, @hunnibear-x

#hbic marinette #lila salt #adrien salt #marinette dupain cheng

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nights-legacy · 3 years

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Spooked Teleportation-Todoroki

Full Masterlist MHA Masterlist

+Y/N has a ghost quirk that she does not have complete control over yet. Y/N is a relatively quiet girl that has been able to get close to Todoroki from the beginning. One day, during training, Todoroki spooks her accidentally causing her quirk activate out of her control, teleporting them somewhere. This cause her to over use her quirk.

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“Oi! Spectra! Do you have your part of the project on you?” Bakugo yelled across the room. I lifted my head up from Todoroki’s desk and thought for a second.

“Yeah I do.”

“Good. I need to check on something. Give ‘em to me.” He walked over to my desk with his hand out. I shared a look with Todoroki who rolled his eyes.

“Give me a second.” I turned around and dug into my bag before finding it. I handed it to him and he turned around, walking away. I chuckled before turning back to Todoroki. He was working on his homework and I just watched as he wrote stuff down.

“What?” He asked, darting his eyes up to look at me before looking back at his paper. I shool my head meaning nothing. He nodded before focusing on his work. I was naturally quiet so he accepted my answer. I was also really bored so I started to mess with my ‘ghost magic’ as Bakugo calls it, making a pen float around.

“Doot do-do.” I messed around. I made the pen do tricks in the air, not really paying attention to much else.

“L/N.” Todoroki called gently. I jumped with an eep and the pen dropped right on his paper, where he was writing. I covered my mouth as he immediately stopped writing. He looked up at me again through his eyelashes.

“Sorry.” I yelped. A smile broke out on his face before he chuckled setting down his pencil.

“Having fun?” He asked, leaning on his arms looking at me. I smiled, dropping my hands into my lap. I laughed, blushing and nodding. He shook his head before picking up the pen and holding it out to me. I nodded and he dropped his hand, the pen staying in midair. “There we go. It’s good practice.”

“Thanks.” I leant on his desk again and with both went back to what we were doing. I was lost in my playing until someone else spoke up.

“You know it’s sexy when you use your quirk.” Mineta popped up next to me. I yelped, sending the pen flying and looking down at him.

“Hey, who threw that?” Kaminari yelled.

“I mean it’s really, really attractive.” I looked at him appalled and embarrassed. He was staring at me intently. I looked between him and Todoroki before disappearing from the room completely. I teleported to the hallway, shaken and uncomfortable. I heard yelling in the room from Bakugo, Kirishima, and Todoroki before I heard Mineta scream in fear.

“Maybe you should chill for a minute or two.” I heard Todoroki saw and I covered my mouth to not burst out laughing.

“You can come back in, L/N.” I looked to my left and saw Aizawa-sensei stepping out of the doorway. I nodded and ghosted back in. I laughed when I saw Mineta ‘chilling’ in a block of ice. I looked at Todoroki but he was just casually sitting there doing his work again.

“Wow.” I whispered before turning towards Kami. “Sorry, Kaminari. I didn’t meant to chuck the pen at you.” His head popped up and whipped around towards me.

“It’s alright. I understand!” He said before tossing the pen back to me.

“Okay class. Go get changed and head out to the training fields.” Aizawa instructed. We all started putting away our things before getting up to leave. “Oh and Todoroki, you may want to thaw out Mineta so he can join us. Just a thought…a mild suggestion.”

“Alright.” A thud of his body hitting the floor made a wet plop. He groaned out before getting up himself.

The rest of our day was spent with one on one training or by ourselves. Back and forth really. I was just happy Mineta was leaving me alone. I spent most of time by myself since I still didn’t completely trust my quirk. I was standing messing with my energy beam, ray thingy. I was get frustrated and tired. I took a breath to try and calm myself. I was just about to try again when a hand was placed on my shoulder.

“L/N, do you need…”

“Ahh!” I got scared and accidentally teleported. As soon as I landed and was solid again, I felt the other person was still with me. I felt them stumble before gaining their balance just as I collapsed.

“Hey, hey.” Someone caught me before I hit the ground. My head was spinning and I couldn’t see straight but I could see red and white hair. Todoroki moved us both to the ground, setting my head in his lap. My vision and head cleared but exhaustion set in. “Are you alright?”

“I’m exhausted. I just…” I set my hands on my head. I couldn’t form words very easily right now. I looked up at him and saw worry in his eyes.

“Okay, sh. Just rest.” He said, looking around us. I did too to see that we were nowhere near the school.

“Shit, I’m sorry Todoroki.” I apologized, silently chiding myself.

“Stop.” He said. I looked up at him surprised and confused. “I know what you are thinking and you need to stop. This isn’t your fault and it’s not that bad.”

“Yes it is. I should have been able to control my quirk.” I said sitting up. I got up to my feet but my knees gave and my head spun again. I felt Todoroki grab me before I could even start to fall. He brought me down into his lap, setting my head on his shoulder.

“Stay down.” He said before checking me over entirely. “What has you so exhausted? I have never seen you act this way over your quirk like this.”

“I have never teleported more than myself. You with me took a lot out of me I guess.” I told him feeling my whole body grow heavier with the exhaustion. “Todoroki, I’m feeling really tired.”

“Rest.” That was all he said before he pulled out his phone. I didn’t completely listen but could tell he was calling Aizawa-sensei. I was half asleep when I heard someone walk up on us. I opened my eyes to see Aizawa kneeling next to us.

“Are you both alright?” He asked. Todoroki answered and explained what had happened. They both helped me sit up before standing. I held onto both of their arms as they walked me to a car. My exhaustion wasn’t getting any better and before I knew it I was passing out, falling into Todoroki.

I awoke some time later in my own bed in my dorm. I yawned as I sat up looking around. I noticed the night sky out my balcony doors. Another thing I noticed was that the balcony doors were open, curtains billowing in the breeze. I got up and took a few steps towards it to see the bi-colored haired boy leaning against the railing.

“Todoroki?” He looked over his shoulder at me.

“You’re awake.” He turned towards me as I came out. “How are you feeling?”

“I have a small headache but otherwise I’m okay.” I said, leaning on the railing myself. I took a big breath looking up into the stars. “Thank you for helping me. That was kind of scary.”

“It was my pleasure. You are my friend. I would never let anything come to hurt you.” He said. I smiled before jumping at the sound of Bakugo’s voice yelling.

“DEKU!”

“My god.” I looked at Todoroki with a chuckle. “He is on the other side of the building and two floors up yet we can still hear him. That’s hilarious.”

“Very much. I have to hear that all the time though.”

“Oh that’s right. Your room is above his.” I sucked in air and gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry.” He shrugged.

“I have learned to block him out quite easily.” He said before we fell into comfortable silence, listening to the sound of the city beyond the school gates. “You scared me today. I thought you were seriously hurt. I was…worried.” He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. His gaze was on my hand while he rubbed circles with his thumb.

“You were worried about me?” I said.

“Mm-hmm.” He nodded. He held my hand tighter. “I care very much for you.” He brought my hand up and kissed it. “So much.”

“Todoroki…” I whispered before smiling and blushing. I looked down before setting my head on his shoulder. I threaded my fingers threw his to intertwine our hands.

“I should get back to my room and let you rest some more. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” He said softly. I sighed.

“Alright but…can we stay like this for a little longer?” I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He smiled.

“Of course but only for a little longer.” He said wrapping his arm around me. “It’s a little cold out. I need to keep you warm.” He said as I tucked my head under his chin. I sighed and nodded, relaxing into his arms.todo

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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Oz x gn reader w/ long hair

We love he,, so so much

I think it’s mentioned that Oz goes by he/him but uses they/them while also referring to him and his phobias or something.

Used some headcanons from @/lcvenderkisses.

Requested: No

Word Count: 762

Oz loved the quiet moments with you, moments where there was no need to talk. Sure, he liked to be surrounded by upbeat people - they often made him feel more energetic or positive - but he already had that just being around you.

You were his everything, his love. You made him feel soft and warm, different from his usually cool body temperature.

In a way, he disliked it. It made him feel jittery and sick like butterflies in his stomach. In other ways, he loved it. He knew it was an embodiment of his love for you, a reaction to the caring smiles you send his way or the kisses on the cheek as you pass by him in the halls of campus.

You brought a warmth so pleasant, he craved for it.

He’d never thought of himself as clingy or touch starved until he met you.

Cuddling was normal, almost routinely now. When you both had the free time, Oz would beckon you to the couch. Positions varied, but Oz, along with the phobias, loved to have you lay on his chest.

They loved to play with your long hair with their tiny hands. The feeling was… weird - like a bunch of baby-sized fingers - at first, but you grew used to it.

Though they’d never tugged on your hair until now. “Ow- Hey!” You groan.

You sit up slightly. At once, all the phobias back off your hair and disappear into Oz’s body, all except one. They hover by his shoulder with a cheeky look on their face.

“Sorry!” Oz apologizes. He pats them on the head as if to scold them, but they only seem to reach towards his hand as if he were petting them.

“It’s alright, not your fault.” You scoot forward, pointing a finger at the phobia. “But you, however. You’re in trouble.”

The phobia crosses their arms at you, sticking their… tongue? ‘small appendage coming from inside their mouth’ out at you and blowing a raspberry. “Hey, don’t be rude.”

Oz giggles cutely - though all he does is cute - and flicks them on the ‘forehead’. The phobia blows a raspberry at him and then retreats into his body to avoid further bullying. “That was Trichophobia. Your hair might’ve caused a fight or flight response in them, although I’m not sure why they decided to pop up right now.”

“Hmm..” You rack your brain for the meaning of trichophobia. “Fear of.. hair, right?”

“Mhm.” Oz hums in affirmation.

“Well,” You lay down on his chest again, catching him off guard. He jumps for a second, though relaxes again after a moment. “you can keep playing with my hair.”

As if on cue, the phobias come back again, immediately going back to playing around. One of them, however, hovers closer to your face. They press their closed mouth against your nose gently, like they were kissing it. They move back to your hair after a few seconds.

“Agliophobia…” Oz mutters. You're not sure how you can see the blush on his skin, but you do. “Fear of pain. It seems they’re trying to ease you, I guess ‘cause tugging your hair hurts.”

“That’s nice,” You laugh. “and cute.”

Two more phobias approach you. “Angrophobia, fear of anger” Oz identifies the first. He seems confused when he sees the second. “...and Tricophobia again.”

Angrophobia, you assume, pushes the other forward. Tricophobia seems to bow, as if to apologize. Gently and slowly, they move forward, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Angrophobia’s making Tricophobia apologize, because they’re afraid that you’ll get mad.”

“Aww~” You coo at them, patting them both on their heads. “It’s alright, I’m not angry.”

With your affirmation, they both move back into Oz’s body.

“The phobias never really interact with people.” Oz remarks, watching with a somewhat amused look as they play with your hair. “They must really like you.”

“Are their feelings somewhat affected by yours?”

Oz lets out something like an eep. The blush is back on his face, this time brighter and more abundant. “Odontophobia, Tricophobia, Ommetaphobia… phobias that don’t like common things like certain appearances, they generally don’t like people.”

“Makes sense.” You shrug, “But you avoided my question.”

He looks away from you to avoid embarrassment, “Yes, they do… I suppose.”

You snicker, leaning up to kiss him where his mouth should be. You feel the skin morphing a little so he can reciprocate.

“You’re so cute.” You say when you pull back.

He doesn’t blush, like he’s used to the compliment now. “Thank you.”

#oz x reader #monster prom x reader #monster prom fanfic #craving fic #I love him so much #he's so cute #i apologize for the large amount of times i called him cute in this fic

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hyenahunt · 3 years

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Jun Sazanami - Idol Story 2

Writer: Kino Seitaro

Season: Summer

Characters: Jun, Nagisa

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt

Nagisa: ...What I'm reading now is a long novel titled "In Search of Lost Time", written by Proust. Have you read it before, Jun?

[Location: Cospro Office]

Jun: ......

Nagisa: ......

Jun: (Man, this feels weirdly awkward...!)

(It's just me and Nagi-senpai here... Usually we either gather as all four members of Eden, or as the two of us in Eve.)

(So it's pretty rare for just us to be alone together like this.)

(It looks like he's reading some kinda complicated book, so I probably shouldn't try to make some awkward small talk or anything, right~?)

(Seems like I'm gonna have to wait here in the office for another half an hour, so maybe I'll just pick out some manga and do some reading too.)

(If I remember correctly, we've got some free manga lying around here from a collab we did — )

Nagisa: ...Jun. Is there something you'd like to talk to me about?

Jun: Eep!?

W-what's up, Nagi-senpai? Hearing you talk outta the blue made me jump a lil'.

Nagisa: ...My apologies. I didn't mean to startle you.

...It's just that you seemed to be concerned about me in some way. I simply wanted to apologise if I'd done something to trouble you.

Jun: Nah, you haven't done anything like that. I was just wondering what kinda book you're reading, really!

I'm not all that familiar with big books like that, so I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind telling me what it was...

Nagisa: ...I see. Come to think of it, reading is one of your hobbies, isn't it?

...I believe you mentioned in an interview that you read a lot whenever Hiyori-kun isn't around, or something to that effect.

Jun: Yeah, absolutely! Whenever Ohii-san's around, he's so noisy that it's impossible to focus.

So I read a lot more when I'm alone in my room, y'see~

Nagisa: ...Is that so? You sound like quite the avid reader.

Jun: Ahaha. I wouldn't go so far as to call myself that, but you might be right there... ♪

(Whew, that was close...! Nagi-senpai might look like he's spaced out half the time, but he picks up on the smallest things~ Well, that's him and his perceptiveness for you.)

( — Wait, huh? Did I just proclaim myself an avid reader...?)

Nagisa: ...What I'm reading now is a long novel titled "In Search of Lost Time", written by Proust. Have you read it before, Jun?

Jun: Uhhh. Proo...?

Nagisa: ...Proust. He was one of the most influential authors of the twentieth century.

Jun: Oh, right. Sorry, I've never read it before. I'm kinda clueless about that kinda stuff, y'see.

Nagisa: ...Well then, would you like to try?

Jun: Wha?

Nagisa: ...I have no doubts about my own memory, so it's no issue if I were to lend this to you midway through reading it.

...I figured I'd try every now and then to read literature regarding the humanities, as you can gain a more thorough understanding of human nature from them.

This book is particularly interesting as it clearly depicts concepts of the human mind, and explores them, too.

...So if you'd be interested, I'd also like for you to read it, Jun.

Jun: Oh, um, well... I feel bad borrowing it while you're in the middle of reading, yeah~? And on top of that, it looks hella complicated, so I think I'm gonna pass.

I mean, I don't really read serious books like that... I don't have a clue about all those refined books you read, y'know~...?

Nagisa: ...Well then, what kind of books do you read?

Jun: Uhh, well. It's a lil' embarrassing to say...

Nagisa: ...If you've been merely playing the constructed persona of an avid reader for the sake of interviews, and all your answers were in fact falsities, then that would be rather disappointing.

Jun: N-noo, you've got the wrong idea...! Ibara's whole constructed idol character strategy's got nothing to do with me!

I do read books and all, but um, how should I put this.... What I read is manga, y'see.

Nagisa: ...Manga?

Jun: Yep. Sometimes I pick up the odd light novel, too, but for the most part I pretty much just read manga.

I'm real sorry for getting your hopes up. Even I've been thinking about how I really gotta educate myself a lil' more, you know?

Nagisa: ...I see.

...However, is there any issue with enjoying manga?

Jun: Come again?

Nagisa: ...Be it novel or manga, the fact that they are both works of writing doesn't change. Why do you feel the need to put yourself down for it, Jun?

...Personally, I believe one would derive the same kind of entertainment from either of them.

Jun: Wha—!?

Y-You're right~ That should be the case, huh...?

After seeing you read such complicated books, I felt a lil' self-conscious telling you I read manga, but...

You've got a point there — neither's better than the other, huh?

Nagisa: ...Indeed. Precisely because there is such diversity amongst people, competing for the merits of entertainment is a pointless errand.

...While we're on the topic, would you introduce me to what manga you read, Jun?

Jun: I'd be happy to give you some recs, but... I can't be sure if you'll like them, though?

Nagisa: ...Thank you. Rather than judging a book by its cover, it would surely be better to find out by reading it myself.

...I too will try to gain a better understanding of your interests, Jun.

...In exchange, I'll lend you Proust's works as I'd like you to read them.

Jun: G-gotcha! I dunno if I'll be able to read 'em all the way to the end, but since it's no fair if I'm the only one giving recs, I'll take on the challenge!

Nagisa: ...Fufu. If you are to learn the pleasures of sating your own intellectual curiosity, Jun, then I too would be delighted.

...Here you go. This is the complete set of "In Search of Lost Time".

Jun: U-um, pardon me, Nagi-senpai, but... The heck's up with this absolute mountain of books?

Nagisa: ...Why do you ask? There are merely a dozen or so volumes in total.

...You look rather surprised, though. Is there something wrong?

...Perhaps this number of books is indeed too much for you?

Jun: O-oh, um, not at all. Seeing such a huge stack of books was just a lil' overwhelming, I guess...?

I'm gonna give reading it a go so that I can grow as knowledgeable as you, Nagi-senpai~ But man, I dunno how many months it'll take me, y’know...?

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#jun sazanami #enstars #ensemble stars #enstars translation #hyenahunttl #type: idol story #era: !!#nagisa ran

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bestialchorus · 3 years

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The Invisible String- Chapter 4

You subtly dig your heel into the floor to steady yourself, hoping Donna doesn’t notice just how much her confession catches you by surprise. But just as quickly, shock is replaced by affection when you look down at the woman in your arms. Had you not been holding Donna; your legs would surely have given out then and there. Luckily, Donna is here and for once, you know she won’t disappear if you get too close, quite the contrary as she nestles into your chest. You smile down at her as you realize your fantasies don’t hold a candle to this very moment, not even close…and thank the gods for that. The warmth between your bodies radiates through each other, a sensation you never could have dreamed of. You tighten your embrace around Donna as you look down at her.

The dollmaker nuzzles deep into your chest, desperately trying to hide every inch of her crimson face from your vision, seemingly more taken aback by her answer than you. You feel her face burn against you the more she tries to hide from her confession, as if hiding could somehow cancel it out.

You truly thought Donna couldn’t get more endearing but somehow, she keeps proving you wrong. She’s more bashful than genuinely embarrassed, flashing a content grin just out of your view. But even at this angle, you can’t help but look down at her with a big smile, the kind that hurts in the best way possible when an idea suddenly pops into your head. You try your best to sound as serious as you can, fighting back a giggle as a mischievous glint flashes over your gaze.

“Donna?” You address her with a calm voice.

She answers while still buried into your chest, her voice coming out muffled. You slightly shiver as the sensation makes you ticklish.

“Hmm?”

“There’s something I need to apologize for….”

Donna goes rigid against you, her anxious nature immediately making her assume the worst. She prepares to hear how all of this was a mistake, how you’ve rationally realized she’s too horrendous to look at. Perhaps that you hated the kiss and can’t bring yourself to be intimate with her. She tightly squeezes her eyes as she winces at her thoughts, her hand turning into a fist next to her face, lightly grabbing your outfit. She takes a heavy breath before looking up at you, ready for the dream to end.

A mixture of fear and confusion covers her face, eyebrows knit while she addresses your statement.

“What could you have to apologize for, Y/N? You haven’t done anything wrong.” She finishes with a whisper, turning away from your gaze.

“For this…”

But before she can ruminate further, you immediately lift Donna off her feet in a swift motion, she releases a surprised “eep!” as you carry her bridal style. Unsurprisingly, she weighs nothing at all to you.

Donna releases a shaky giggle, feeling child-like joy as she steadies herself, lighting throwing her arms around your neck.

“Y/N!” Donna exclaims while looking up at you with a bewildered smile, happily surprised but surprised none the less.

For a split second she appreciates how your hold on her is both solid and sturdy, wondering how strong you exactly are…

She’s reminded of how you were always the one to carry in crates of supplies when they were delivered to the home. You always refused to let her lift a finger, but this doesn’t mean Donna wouldn’t try to refute every time. You were always more than happy to move the heavy supplies into the workshop while Donna worked away on something…or so you thought. Unbeknownst to you, the dollmaker was secretly watching you the entire time, her gaze lingering a bit too long whenever you rolled your sleeves up before going to lift something. She’d feel a tad warmer whenever the muscle in your arms tightened with each lift, naturally flexing. A pencil once snapped under her grip while she ogled you, immediately hiding it in a nearby drawer when she noticed you heading over.

You look at her with a sly smile, “I’m sorry Donna, but think this as payback for being so cute earlier. I couldn’t help myself.”

You nuzzle against her as she immediately covers her face with her hands, trying to hide the latest blush you’ve brought to her face.

“Donna?” You address her softly and she looks at you through her fingers, still trying to recover. The dark- haired woman melts under your loving gaze.

“I also don’t want to stop…”

Her eyes widen, slowly lowering her hands as she notices you leaning in, your eyes full of soft desire.

Your lips meet once again and Donna holds your face, pulling you in closer. Your kiss is less desperate this time but deep, taking the time to explore each other as a familiar warmth returns to your cheeks.

Donna moans as she feels your tongue suddenly enter her, delicately savouring her as your lips burn against each other. Her hands run through your hair; you shiver as her fingertips gently graze your scalp. You selfishly envy her as you want nothing more than to run your hands over every inch of her body, marking her with your touch.

You pull away while softly biting her bottom lip, the gesture is both tender and carnal. Donna looks up at you through hooded eyes and your gaze locks onto to hers.

“May I take you to bed, Mistress?” You ask her in a sensual voice, slowly leaning in once again but Donna surprises you by quickly grabbing your face, capturing you in a searing kiss. You instantly succumb to the moment as Donna’s boldness makes your head spin. You feel her hands tightly grab your shirt as the kiss becomes more desperate.

A small whine leaves you once Donna separates you both, finding the goofy smile on your face both humorous and endearing. She loves how dark your gaze has gotten, how completely dishevelled your hair is from her touch, how you’re catching your breath…all because of her.

You could have anyone you wanted but here you are, licking your lips as you look at her with hunger and she wanted nothing more than to sacrifice her body to that hunger.

“Please..take me…take me, Y/N.” She says between breaths, her timid nature replaced by her lust as your lips meet once again.

#tis #the invisible string #donna beneviento #donna x reader #female reader

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sweetchup · 3 years

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💌Love/Hate💌

Type: Pariston Hill x Reader

Prompts: Soulmate Au (Colorblind) + 7– Innocent/Corruption Kink

Author Note: OMG I am so so so sorry this took so long. I’m not sure what it was but my brain couldn’t write for Pariston. Like it was if the zodiacs took over and put it into a total shut down mode. It was insane. (ALSO Small warning, this is Pariston and, as expected, he’s an abusive dick)

(Valentine’s Day Masterlist)

When you had first accepted the job of being randomly assigned someone’s secretary, you hadn’t expected to be assigned to the CEO of a high end tech company. You mean, who in the world would have known that by just calling a flyer on a street corner would have led to working with someone so prestigious.

It almost sounded too good to be true!

….And, you wished you hadn’t jinxed yourself in that moment. The CEO of that high end tech company actually turned out to be only 21, having inherited the company from his father. He was not only a spoiled brat and a player but, my god, was he lazy. You were sure that if you hadn’t spent hours on the phone discussing ideas with his father and done all the paperwork for him, that the company would be in ruins before someone could say “We’re broke!”.

Though, no matter how hard you worked your ass off these past couple months, nothing could prepare you for this moment.

“Dear god someone help me…”

You and his father had told him many times over this week. On February 14 at noon, you have an important meeting with the Hunter Association. You can’t miss it.

But, of course, that lazy ass was running late. By 45 minutes to be exact.

“Miss (y/n), is Mr Avoli going to be showing up any time soon? It isn’t like him to be late.”

… And it surely didn’t help that you were standing in the meeting room, waiting for him with the Hunters Association's very own Zodiacs.

Shamefully, you turn to the doglike woman who had introduced herself as ‘Cheadle’ earlier and give an apologetic bow, “I-I deeply apologize. You see Mr Avoli's son, Hunter Avoli, recently took over the company. I reminded him constantly this past week about the meeting but I’m afraid he may have forgotten...”

“Oh that guy.” You hear the monkey zodiac ‘Saiyu’ spit out in disgust, “He is almost as bad as that dirt bag, Ging.”

“It’s not a problem Miss (y/n). I’ve met Hunter many times before so I’ve seen first hand how unprofessional he acts. This is clearly not your fault.” Cheadle reassures, giving you enough confidence to lift your head up from bowing to look at her as some of the Zodiacs complain in the background.

As you stare at the grayish colored woman, you can’t help but wonder what color she was wearing. Due to you still not having found your soulmate, you can only see the color of your soulmate’s eye color. Which, in your case, was brown. A chocolate brown to be exact.

And, usually dogs were brownish in color so you kind of wondered what color Miss Chealde chose instea—

“We are still waiting on the chairman and two other zodiacs so why don’t you take the chance to try and give Hunter a call.” Mizaistom, the ox zodiac, suggests suddenly.

“O-oh of course. Thank you very much Miss Cheadle, Mr Mizaistom. I’ll be very quick— Eep!”

Oh god why me?

Just as you made your way to the door to exit the room, someone on the other side had already swung it open. Making you, in pure surprise and shock, take a step backwards. Though, just like how your day is going so far, Luck truly didn’t seem to be on your side as you end up tripping on your own two feet and begin to fall backwards.

You expected to land hard on the cold tile floor in front of everyone, extremely embarrassing really, but instead you don’t. You still hit something firm and hard but… it was different. Actually, now that you think about it, you felt higher up than you were before…

“Ah, Ging this is why I said you shouldn’t barge into rooms so suddenly! You scared our poor guest!” A voice suddenly calls out from behind you, his breath slightly tickling the shell of your ear. Quickly, in surprise, you whip your head around to—

…Shit.

As your eyes lock with the male’s chocolate brown ones the room suddenly bursts into a flurry of color. Blues, reds, greens, maybe yellows? You honestly didn’t know the proper names for all the colors you were seeing for the first time. However, in all this chaos, you happened to know two things.

One, That you had just met your soulmate and Two,...

… it was none other than the Vice Chairman himself, Pariston Hill.

“Oh my! How unexpected!” Pariston chuckles out, causing what seems to be sparkles to pop out around him, “I never thought our guest here today would end up being my soulmate. Not at all!”

“I—“ “Shut up Rat!”

You freeze as something suddenly comes flying past your head. What the fuck...

“You have a soulmate? Not a Chance! Not a Chance! Not a Chance!”

“Quit joking.”

“I doubt the King Of Kickbacks would have an ordinary soulmate.”

It was as if a bomb had erupted in the room, everyone was in pure disbelief at what Pariston had just said, Suggested, he even had (Well everyone except Ging, of course). Hell, some of them haven’t even found their own soulmates yet. So, why did the heartless ass Rat get to have one?!

“I assure you, I’m speaking the truth. Why would I lie about something like this?”

We can think of many reasons…

“U-uh…” You suddenly speak out, slightly flinching as everyone’s attention turns to you, “He is telling the truth… I saw colors other than brown for the first time when we locked eyes.”

“See!” Pariston says happily, pulling you affectionately closer to him in his hold. As you are flustered by the act from the handsome man, he takes the chance to walk to what you believe is in the direction of an empty seat. However, you soon realize that wasn’t what he was intending as he walked right by it and leaves through the other door located in the room.

“Hey Rat!! Where do you think you are GOING!?!” The tigerlike man screeches out, storming through the door you two just left as well.

“Well, I’m going to spend time with my soulmate of course.” Pariston exclaims, his smile not even flinching as bloodlust from the other zodiacs creeps out from the room.

“As if I—“ Suddenly, a loud chuckle behind you rings out, cutting Kanzai off.

“C-Chairman Netero!” You squeak out in surprise at the older man. Oh god, what a disaster. As someone trying to make a deal to him, this looks bad. So bad.

“My, what a twist!” The Chairman rings out, stroking his beard as he thinks as he walks past you two. “Hmm… You and (y/n) can be excused from today’s meeting, Pariston.”

“B-But, Chairman!” Kanzai rebuts. Soon shutting up however as the chairman grabs onto the collar of his jersey.

“It only makes sense to give them alone time, Kanzai. We will just call Mr Aloisi for the meeting instead of having (y/n) give it to us.” Netero explains, giving you a small wink as he drags Kanzai as if he was some kitty cat back into the meeting room.

What a strange group…

As you sit there stunned at everything that has happened so far, you don’t realize Pariston has already begun walking again. It takes you a while to realize as well, precisely the loud sound of the door of his private office being closed. He must have walked pretty fast…

“A-ah. Umm you can put me down now.” You mumble out to the… Blonde man (unable to tell if that was the correct color).

“Hmm. What was that?” Pariston asks, as if he didn’t quite hear you from before.

“Oh. I was wondering if you could put me down.” You tell him again. Shit, the way you said that came out bad. “I-I mean I’m really appreciative of you saving me but you are likely getting tired of holding me and I can walk on my own.”

“Oh!”

You expected at that exclamation that Pariston would instantly put you down to the floor, but instead he walks over to his deck and places you down in front of that. Odd, but you don’t question the sparkly man.

Speaking of odd, as you looked around the room, you realized it was really cold in here. Much colder than the conference room and hallway. God, what a bad day to wear a skirt but no tights. Especially those insulated ones you recently bought.

“Are you Cold?” Pariston suddenly voices up, causing you to turn behind you to look at him. He still hadn’t moved from his spot right behind you.

“A-ah yes I am. I don’t want to be a bother but could you possibly turn it down a couple of notches?” You ask, taking a step back a little to give a little bit of space between you two.

“I’m afraid I can’t. My thermostat broke this morning.” Pariston exclaims, his smile turning into a bit of a frown. However, that didn’t last long as he soon had a full blown out smile again. “But, I do have my jacket that I wore to work this morning. It should be… Ah! There it is! Right on the seat of my chair if you want to grab it.”

“Oh.. thank you.” You give Pariston a small smile before leaning over the desk to grab the brown coat.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it but for some odd reason you didn’t feel fully comfortable around him. Which was even weirder because you didn’t understand what was causing it. Shouldn’t you naturally feel comfortable around your soulmate?

Perhaps, you just needed to get to know him better. That’s likely it. Your just nervous since he was supposed to be your clien—

“Ah!” You let out a yelp as you feel pressure and sharp pain in your lower regions. At first, you thought it was perhaps a weird cramp or something like that. However, once you fully grasped what you were feeling, you realized you were just trying to make yourself believe that.

“Oh whoops! Tight. Tight. That must have hurt.” Pariston chuckles out, rocking his hips back and forth as his eyes watched his cock disappear and reappear out of your hole. Harshly letting go of the strap of your panties that he had pulled aside to watch as an ever so slight bit of blood comes out in your slick. Delighted to see such results.

“P-Pariston. Please be gentle.” You gasp out, turning yourself by your waist to place a hand on the man’s chest. Ever so slightly fisting the fabric of his suit when he suddenly gave a really hard thrust. “Let’s slow down… too soon…”

“How come? I thought you said you were grateful to me right?” Pariston teased out, pulling your hand off his suit as well as pushing your front down against the desk. Making it so you were trapped underneath him.

“I-I am but—“ “Shh… I’m only taking my reward!”

However, even with your constant pleas for him to be slower, gentler, Pariston continued his actions. Watching you grow more and more wet as that uncomfortable burning sensation suddenly turned into pure ecstasy.

It was perfect…

Pressed down against the desk, unable to move as you were essentially being taken advantage of by him. Your very own soulmate.

It was embarrassing, agonizing and traumatizing.

Surely, you hated him. You despised him.

Having waited long enough, Pariston decided to finally pull out and flip you over so he could see you and the results of his hard work. “Now, Now my dear. It’s not so—“

Pariston feels himself blink a couple of times.

Oh… So, you were one of those types huh?

It was if you were some humanized version of a golden retriever. Your eyes that were supposed filled with terror or hatred were still as sparkly and innocent before you began. You were loyal to him to a fault and he honestly doubted you could bring it in your heart to even hate him.

It was annoying but it wasn’t that big of a problem. He could always break you in other ways.

However, that’s not exactly what was troubling him right now.

Fluttering? Or, Bubbles?

Whatever it was, he didn’t understand why he was feeling this sort of way. Especially seeing you look at him like that. With that love filled look…

“Pariston…” You mumble out, your voice slightly slurred. “Are you okay? Are you done?”

Are you okay?

Those three words ring in Pariston’s head. Eventually, causing him to break his composure and let out a light laugh.

“Aw. Did I leave you high and dry? Here I’ll fix that.” Pariston calls out. A slight shiver going up his spine as he hears you let out a small moan as he slips back into your dripping cunt.

You know what, he didn’t care how strange you were making him feeling.

Whether you looked at him with loved dazed eyes…

Or cried out how much you hated him with those kissable lips of yours.

Either way, he would enjoy every bit of playing with you. You had the rest of your miserable lives to try it out after all.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #pariston #pariston hill #pariston x reader #pariston hill x reader #hxh pariston

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