#sorry i saw this ask in by inbox laughed and then was too busy to do anything

[alyimoss]

Draw squidward?

here u go

#sorry i saw this ask in by inbox laughed and then was too busy to do anything #watched tumblr kill the quality in real time but like does quality even matter when this is what were talking abt #this ask is how i discovered that handsome squidward and papyrus have like the same exact head shape #im not adding my art tag to this sorry #ask tag?? #sure lets go w that

[wayward-dreamer]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write a story where soilder boy is dating Y/n, and they start talking, and he asks her if she thinks he would be a good dad. Which leads to them talking about starting a family together. And then one of them says something along the lines of "Why don't we try now?" Then it turns into smut. If not it's okay, thanks!

Father Material

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Word count: 1,468

Summary: Curiosity from the public and media has Ben expressing his dream to be a father. Y/N wants to make his dream a reality.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, mentions of SB's nefarious actions, smut: dirty talk, rough sex, breeding kink.

A/N: This request has been in my inbox forever, so I apologise for long it took! I hope you like it Layla! Happy reading! :) Thanks to my besties/betas @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for looking over this. Sorry not sorry for killing you hehe

also there's plenty more Soldier Boy content on the way because apparently I've become an SB smut dealer lmaooo

“Do you think I’d make a good father?”

That was the question that sparked the sex marathon they had been in for hours now. Given that he was a supe, Soldier Boy had the stamina for withstanding just about anything, and if he had it his way he could probably last well into the night. She on the other hand was flagging quickly, the downside of being 100% human, but she really couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. Not when he always knew just how to make her toes curl and her body quake with euphoric bliss. He may have known what buttons to push to get her going, but that didn’t mean their encounters were predictable. They were far from it, and that day was no exception.

The day started out like any other. He had meetings with hero management, followed by filming a commercial for Cracker Jack, which then led to interviews with different channels. She finally stepped out of their penthouse that night to join him on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, draped in an emerald green dress to match his suit, complete with gold accessories. Usually interviews weren’t really her favorite thing to do, but being America’s golden couple meant that they needed to be seen in public in order to keep that status. So they did what they always did. They laughed and joked with quick-witted Carson, charmed the audience and made the nation fall deeper for them with each caress of a hand or sweet kiss. Some may have thought it was just for the cameras, those cynical spectators that didn’t have any business commenting on what goes on behind closed doors, but they both knew the truth about their relationship.

They were in love. They had been since the moment he propositioned her in the elevator of the Vought American building, leading to one of the wildest nights she had ever had. Most would call it lust, but when you understood someone on a deeper level like they both did, it was most definitely love. A warped, messed up kind of love, but nonetheless, that’s what it was. She wasn’t stupid; she knew the kind of man he was, what he had to do during the war, and in Vought’s name since he joined their roster. She knew there were some off the books black ops missions he had gone on, even if she didn’t know the details. She heard the rumors about Dealey Plaza, too. She knew that he was fucked up despite his God fearing, all-American persona for the public, but she didn’t care.

In order to love someone like that, she had to be a little fucked up too. Well, more than a little.

Despite distracting everyone with their incredible charisma, questions of settling down and starting a family came up, and she knew she had to think of an answer fast when she saw Ben’s face go blank. With her biggest grin, she turned to Carson and said “Well, if anything happens Johnny, you’ll be the first to know!” They covered it up with hearty laughs as the audience joined in, along with the host, before he thanked them for their time to raucous applause.

The drive back to the Vought building was quiet, her concern growing for him until his words: “Do you think I’d make a good father?” broke the silence.

“Why do you ask?” she questioned in return, softly as to not scare him from broaching the subject.

“That fucking Carson,” he muttered, staring out the window at the bright lights. “I just… I guess he got me thinkin’, that’s all. Forget it.”

She wasn’t going to. She knew there was something he wanted to tell her, something he wanted of her, and she needed to know what it was.

“Thinking about what?”

“Thinkin’ about… about how I’d do it better than my father ever did,” he confessed. “We’d make some perfect fucking kids, that’s for damn sure.”

She smiled softly, her hand curling over his as she slid across the backseat and pressed herself against his side. She nuzzled her nose along his jaw, leaving small kisses along his stubble as she reached his ear, her breath fanning against the shell as she whispered her own desire to do the same.

“Then let’s start right now.”

And that was how they found themselves in their bedroom twenty minutes later, with her holding herself up on her quivering hands and knees as he pounded into her from behind, his fingers digging into her skin with a bruising hold as his pelvis smacked against the curve of her ass. He had contorted her into every position possible since then for the last couple of hours, with barely a few minutes to breathe between each romp in the sheets. She had lost track of how many positions, and she was about to lose count of how many times he had spilled inside her, both of them getting closer to that release once more.

“Oh god, oh god!” she moaned wantonly, her forehead pressed against the mattress as her hands fisted the sheets. She was completely unbothered about how loud she was and the fact that people had probably heard them by now.

“No need to bring him into this, doll,” he chuckled, the sound broken up by his groans of pleasure. “Just me and you here…”

“You’re so fucking cheesy,” she mumbled, a guttural whimper escaping her at a particularly angled thrust against her g-spot.

“You fucking love it,” he countered, smirking as he suddenly pulled out of her.

Ignoring her whine of protest, Soldier Boy flipped her over onto her back and grabbed her legs, bending her in half as her calves rested on his shoulders, sliding back into her tight heat with a quick, hard thrust. The sounds that left them were nothing short of pornographic, as he began to pick up the pace with each push of his hips against her. He squeezed his eyes shut as her walls clenched around his throbbing cock, both of them balancing on the edge of their blissful climax, ready to go over at any minute.

“So fucking good, so fucking perfect, Y/N,” he growled, their faces close as he leaned over her. “You love the way I fuck you, don’t ya?”

“Yes!” she cried out, nodding frantically as she stared up into his green orbs. “Love the way you fuck me… you fuck me so good, Ben. So deep, and hard, wanna feel it for days.”

“Oh you will, sugar,” he groaned, between rough kisses against her lips. “Gonna fill you up, make you feel so full, make you full and round with my babies. You want that?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“Fuck, yeah you do,” he husked. “Tell me, tell me you want it.”

“I want it, I want it so bad, Ben,” she whimpered, the sound practically a sob with how desperate she was to finally let go. “I want you to fill me up, give it to me.”

“Cum for me, doll, soak my cock,” he said, looking deep into her eyes.

Y/N finally felt the dam breaking as a loud, shrieking moan escaped her, her walls contracting around his shaft as her arousal spread over him. He grunted loudly, his hips snapping harder against her, as he tried to hold himself back. His eyes fluttered, about to close, but her hands on his face stopped him, making him pay attention to her as their gazes locked. As she had with each time he had reached his peak that night, she stroked her thumbs along his jaw, slowly nodding her encouragement and desire to feel his seed deep inside her.

“S-Say it,” he stuttered, his neck straining as he held on just a little longer. “Fuckkk, s-say it-”

She bit her lip, knowing how it drove him crazy, before she parted them and uttered the words that sent him over the edge at the end of round that night.

“You’re gonna be a great dad… better than your own.”

Soldier Boy threw his head back, the veins in his neck pressing against his skin as he let out a guttural moan, his cock pulsing deep inside her tight canal. She moaned softly as she felt the warm spurts of his cum coat her walls, filling her up as he had done several times that night already. They both breathed heavily, trying to calm their racing hearts, neither of them wanting to move away from the other. He buried his face in her neck, planting soft pecks along her pulse point, bringing a smile to her face as they basked in the afterglow.

Both of them hoped that it wouldn’t be too much longer before their dream became a reality.

#reader request #Soldier Boy x Female!Reader #Soldier Boy x Female!Reader Smut #Soldier Boy x Female!Reader One Shot #Soldier Boy x Female!Reader Fanfiction #Soldier Boy Smut #Soldier Boy One Shot #Soldier Boy Fanfiction #The Boys Smut #The Boys One Shot #The Boys Fanfiction #Soldier Boy #the boys tv

[its-time-to-write]

mine of you with me

Been busy this week bc my ex is getting married and I have to go to the wedding. His fiancée (wife?) asked me to be there and I love her, so I said yes, but I regret it big time. Requests are still open! I’m working on the requests in my inbox, but wrote this to get it out of my system. It goes with/happens before “three times ‘cause I’ve waited my whole life.” Anyway. Here ya go. mine of you with me

You love going to Jamie’s games. You love watching him play his heart out on the pitch. It’s fun, being in the stands and screaming for Richmond. You wear his jersey (his actual jersey, one that he owns) and deck yourself out in Richmond gear. You think your favorite part, however, is sneaking around.

You’re dating Jamie Tartt, star footballer, and no one knows.  

Today is a game against Crystal Palace. Jamie had left before you with a single “Bye babe,” and a kiss. 

After he leaves, you debate stealing one of his orange kits (they’re the most comfortable) but decide against it. Too obvious to be in a sea of red and blue. You settle for a regular “Bantr” shirt and head out the door to meet Keeley. 

Keeley and Rebecca were aware that you were with Jamie. Keeley, because Jamie swore you’d be best friends. Rebecca, because there was a ticket mixup and Keeley was busy so she sent Rebecca to the ticket booth to sort things out with “Jamie’s special guest,” which led Rebecca to be very surprised when she saw you instead of one of his family members. 

It made things easier, really, to show up on Nelson Road under the guise of seeing Rebecca and/or Keeley. Time passed and it became less of a guise. You really enjoyed their company, and having someone to talk to about Jamie. 

But here you are, back in the present, with Rebecca trying to convince you to sit in the box while Keeley threads blue, red, and gold through your hair. 

You just laugh and hug them goodbye, heading your separate ways. Them, up; you, down. 

You settle into your seat right up to the pitch, and wait for the game to begin. Jamie’s picked a seat that’s right where the teams line up, so you’ll get a good view of him before it starts. 

Shortly after, the teams begin to walk out onto the pitch. You look for Jamie and catch his eye. 

I like your hair, he mouths, pointing slightly to his own. 

Thanks, you reply with a small grin. 

Jamie gives you a look that says I’m going to be pulling it later so you return with one that means I was counting on it.

Is it bad that you two understand each others expressions that well?

No time to dwell on that, because the game’s beginning. 

—

Richmond’s done alright, they haven’t lost necessarily, but they did tie. You can feel the tension through the building as you weave your way through players and staff, carrying a stack of papers from Higgins to Rebecca. You’re almost to the stairs leading up to her office when someone crashes into you, sending papers flying. 

“I’m so sorry!” you say, “that is totally my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No it isn’t,” a voice replies indignantly. “He was walking backwards!”

Jamie mumbles, “Shut up, Isaac,” while bending down to help you shuffle your papers together. 

“Sorry about that,” he says softly. “Weren’t looking where I was goin’. I’m Jamie, by the way.”

He holds out his hand and you shake it, mentally commending his presence-of-mind to act like a stranger. “Nice to meet you, Jamie,” you reply. “I’m a friend of Rebecca’s.”

“He knows,” Colin pipes up, followed by an “Oi,” because Isaac smacked him. 

“I’ve uh, got to go,” you say. “See you around.”

“See ya,” the lads chorus, Jamie watching you and Colin and Isaac watching Jamie. 

Jamie turns around to see them grinning at him. 

“Oi, what,” he says, hands in the air. 

Isaac states, “You like her.”

Colin interjects, “Don’t even try to deny it, boyo, we saw how you looked at her. You think she’s fit.”

Jamie is sure he played it cooler than that. Maybe they just know him too well. 

He laughs it off all the way to the locker room, changes, showers, and waits for Dani to walk out the door. They leave in a group, him, Isaac, Dani, and Colin, and as they turn the corner past the boot room you appear with Rebecca.

“Ladies,” Dani grins. Dani has a bit of a crush on you. 

You and Rebecca smile back. 

“Oi,” says Isaac, “do you want to join us tonight at the club? Trying to forget our tie streak.”

You open your mouth to decline when Rebecca replies, “We’d love to. I’m assuming Keeley will be there as well?”

“Becca,” you hiss, “I can’t go the club tonight.”

“Whyever not?”

You blush slightly. “I was planning on spending the evening with my boyfriend.”

The boys share furtive looks amongst themselves and not-so-subtly poke Jamie.

Rebecca says, “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to join you at the club. It’s settled, we’ll be there,” with a smile to the lads. 

It takes every ounce of your willpower not to look at Jamie and to walk away with dignity. 

“Did you hear that, Jamie?” Isaac asks, “She’s got a boyfriend. Sorry, mate.”

Jamie shrugs and does his best to look disappointed. “Must be a lucky man,” he says. “Now can we please go? My hair’s a fuckin wreck.”

“Mine too,” Dani says with a sorrowful shake of his head. They boys laugh and head out the door. 

—

You’re at the club, standing at the bar with Rebecca. Jamie is there too, with the Richmond boys. Trent and Beard are there too, but Ted has opted to stay home. He’s not big into the club scene. Jamie’s sitting and laughing with the boys, but his eyes keep flicking over to you. Isaac notices and thumps him on the chest. 

“Oi. She’s got a boyfriend, remember?”

Jamie nods and tears his eyes away from you. 

“Dani, mate, you need a drink?” Jamie doesn’t even wait for a response before he’s out of his seat and headed over to the bar. Headed over to you. 

Colin rolls his eyes, Isaac shakes his head, and Dani shrugs. “I cannot say no to a free drink,” he says. 

Meanwhile, Jamie leans against the bar, holds up two fingers, then turns to you while waiting for his drinks. “Boyfriend didn’t show up?”

You grin and look around the room. “He’s here somewhere. We came separately. Not really sure where he’s gone off to.”

Jamie smiles back. “Not much of a boyfriend if he leaves someone as fuckin’ pretty as you at the bar all by herself.”

You shrug. “I’m with Rebecca. And he’s ok, I guess. When I find him, I’m going to tell him I’m leaving in fifteen minutes, and ask if he wants to meet at his place or mine.”

Jamie’s eyes become hungry. “His place. Definitely his. In fact, I think I just saw him slip out the door. D’you mind taking Dani his drink? You can have mine.”

You nod, unable to speak. Just a glint in his eye, and he’s become almost feral. You swear his teeth are pointier and your mouth goes dry.

Nice hair. I’m going to be pulling it later.

He’s gone before you can say anything else, and you have to press your hands to your face to cool down your cheeks.

Rebecca has been graciously pretending as though she can’t hear while scrolling on her phone. She looks up only when you grab Jamie’s drink, down it in a single gulp, and then pick up Dani’s.

She raises an eyebrow. “I take it I’m on my own for the rest of the night?”

You shake your head. “Isn’t Keeley here?”

There’s a ghost of a smile on Rebecca’s face. “Pretty sure she’s trying to take Roy home, so she is here in body but not so much in mind.”

You make what you hope is a neutral face. “Bec, you could get a man.”

She laughs. “Let’s get Dani his drink, shall we? I believe you’re leaving in twelve minutes.”

You set Dani’s drink down in front of him as Isaac asks, “Where’s your boyfriend? I thought he was supposed to be here.” 

You shrug for the second time that night. “He had to go. I think I’ll be leaving soon too.”

There’s a chorus of wolf-whistles and you blush, again.

“Where did Jamie go?” Sam asks. “Did you break his heart that badly when he was flirting with you?”

You shake your head. You can feel Rebecca, poised as ever, next to you. It’s taking all your composure to maintain a straight face. 

“I don’t- I’m not sure. He said something about training and sleep and I think he had to go? And I didn’t break his heart. He’s not into me.”

“Oh please,” Jan Maas speaks up, “His eyes follow you whenever you come to see Ms. Welton.”

You’re positive your face has caught on fire. “He just- he must- I don’t know. I have a boyfriend… He’s really great, and- I mean- I’ll talk to Jamie.”

“I did not mean to make you uncomfortable,” Jan Maas shrugs. “It is just the facts.”

Sam puts his hand on your shoulder. “It is alright. We will take care of it. Jamie is the type of person who falls hard and fast, and sometimes he does not care if the other person is unavailable. He sees what he wants and just goes for it. It’s why he is such a good footballer.”

You smile. “Thanks, Sam. I should probably go.” You turn to Isaac and Colin. “Thanks for inviting me. I really did have a great time. And maybe next time you can actually meet my boyfriend.”

They wave, you poke Rebecca and glance at Sam, then head out, pretending you don’t see her panicked absolutely not face.

—

You text Jamie, I’m on my way, and he taps back with a heart.

Door’s unlocked he replies, and then you’re off.

He doesn’t live very far, so you’re at his house in no time at all. You can see a few dim lights on inside, so you walk up the steps and push the door open.

“Jamie?” you call, “I’m here!”

You hear his footsteps clamoring down the stairs and in a moment he’s on you, fingers threaded through your hair as you kiss. He’s pulling you close, impossibly close, then without warning he picks you up, bridal style. He’s still in his clothes from the club.

He kisses you all the way up the stairs, then places you on the edge of the bed.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he says, voice pitched low. “I fucking loved your hair.”

You shiver as he lifts your dress over your head and runs his knuckles along your sides. You note that the room is bathed in dim light, from candles Jamie has lit and placed around. There’s soft music playing somewhere and you’re honestly surprised he pulled this together in fifteen minutes. You look at him on his knees in front of you, one hand on your waist and the other on your thigh. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt then settle for lifting it over his head. 

“God,” you say, “you’re beautiful.”

He smiles, eyes hungry again. He gently pushes you back down on the bed and climbs on top of you. “Pretty sure that’s my line, babe.”

—

You don’t really talk until you’re both laying under the sheets, hours later, arms wrapped around waists and shoulders and legs intertwined.

Jamie’s kissing a trail from your shoulder to your inner elbow when you whisper, “Babe.”

He hums softly. “Yeah?”

“Do you think- do you think you should tell the team about us?”

Jamie pulls back slightly so he can look into your eyes. “Where’s this coming from?”

You shrug as best you can between his arms. “I just think it would make things easier, you know? I mean, I still think sneaking around is sexy and all, but like- it’s just getting harder and harder around Nelson Road.”

Jamie kisses the tip of your nose. “Whatever you fucking want babe. I’d give you the keys to me house if you asked.”

You smile, then let yourself drift to sleep.

—

The next morning, Jamie makes his way to his locker and tapes up a new photo. He’s holding a girl in front of Big Ben, and they’re both laughing. It’s his favorite photo. Sam sneaks a look and then does a double take.

“Jamie,” he says, disbelief written on his face, “Is that Rebecca’s friend? When did you take that?”

There’s a clamor while the team crowds around Jamie’s locker, Jamie grinning smugly.

“She’s me girlfriend. Been dating for months now. Didn’t want her to be harassed by press and you lot, so we kept it a secret.”

“I fucking knew you liked her!” Isaac says. “Body language doesn’t fucking lie.”

Jamie shrugs. “Never said I didn’t.”

“What about her boyfriend?” Dani interjects. “Does he know?”

Jamie turns to look at him, trying to gauge if he’s serious or not. “Muchacho, I’m the boyfriend.”

“Ohhh,” Dani replies, “that makes much more sense!”

“Oi, you lot!” Roy shouts. “You can discuss Tartt’s love life after fucking training. Get on the fucking pitch!”

There’s a chorus of “Yes coach, sorry coach!”

Jamie takes one last look at your picture, grins, then follows the rest of the team out the door.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[maomao-words]

Can we have another Sung Jinwoo fic cause I need more of him!!

How about headcanons of Jinwoo with a s/o that is only sweet to him and him only, everyone else can fuck off. Bonus if s/o is already close to him when he's still in E-class and is also a powerful hunter.

Hello, dear. This is such a lovely scenario!

As I am (temporarily) out of hiatus thanks to the Debut or Die fandom, I thought why not answer some of the piled up requests in my inbox.

I am sorry for the (very) late reply *laughs nervously.* I hope you enjoy these HCs.

Solo Leveling: Jin Woo with a S/O that is only sweet to him and him alone.

To Jin Woo, you were an angel. His Angel.

When he first met you, years back when his strength shackled him to the dreadful E-rank, you were the most powerful, confident, and sweetest woman he ever laid his eyes on. You perfectly led the party through the dungeon as an S-class Assassin, all while succeeding in protecting the rear where the lowest ranks where at. Jin Woo's respect towards you was well-established that very same day, and he gathered all of his courage to ask for your contact information. The tender smile you offered to him in response visited his dreams for months with no end afterwards.

Jin Woo's feelings towards you gradually shifted from platonic respect to romantic adoration, yet never faded away. Not with time, nor with all of the changes he has undergone with the arrival of the system. But when his newly-discovered S-rank became public, and a lengthy message of tender congratulations arrived on his phone from you, Jin Woo resolved himself to let his deeply-rooted affection known.

Oh, how sweet you were when he confessed. All gentle smiles and soft touches as he pulled close to him for the very first time. That image of you, hair fluttering in the evening breeze as the sun sets behind your figure, was forever etched in his mind.

Perhaps that is the reason why Jin Woo was unable to react in time as your clan mate raged and seethed, and voices started to raise from the different seats around the table. Jin Woo definitely heard the words you have spoken, with the lightest of smirks adorning your red lips, as you barely spared anyone but him a glance.

A few moments ago, your teammate was gloating about his latest dungeon run, boasting about the lavish loot he succeeded in getting, and not-so-subtly hinting that you would be unable to compete with him. You, on the other hand, were as calm as always. You simply busied yourself with sneaking bites of Jin Woo's favorite foods from your own plate into his own, before softly smiling at your beloved as he enjoyed what you have given him.

But as the man's insufferable speech turned into direct digs at Jin Woo himself, that was the moment where the knife in your hand found its way into the wall right behind your teammate's head.

"Trust me. Next time, I won't miss again, fucker."

All around you, voices rose to reprimand the infuriating bragger, and to calm you down enough to prevent you from throwing your own dagger next (you would later deny it, the sweetest of looks grazing your face, but Jin Woo saw your fingers around the dagger's handle with his own eyes).

But, to Jin Woo's second shock, none of the people present around the dinner table demonstrated any degree of surprise at your actions. Your clan leader sighed in exasperation, as if he were simply used to this. Only Jin Woo's face carried his own feelings of bewilderment as you blinked your eyes at him, and offered him another unbothered smile.

Perhaps Jin Woo's earlier claim of you being his angel needs to be slightly changed. He is more than happy to call you his devil, too.

#solo leveling #solo leveling hcs #sung jin woo x reader #sung jin woo #sung jin woo hcs

[sansaorgana]

So I adored the buck x reader secret relationship! Can you write, kind of a continuation of it where the reader finds out she's pregnant and Buck overhears some of the nurses taking about it (trying to work out who the father is etc) and Bucks trying so hard not to react so he doesn't give the two of you away and he goes to find you to confirm it and then it's really fluffy? So sorry it's so long!

hello, dear! thank you so much, first of all! 🥺 I loved writing this because I'm a sucker for pregnancy drama 😂 I might even write part three to this 👀

[ PART ONE ] || [ PART THREE ]

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

Buck was surprised that you weren't the one to hand him a cup of coffee in the morning. In fact, you weren't around at all. His eyes wandered all over the room looking for you but you were nowhere to be seen. Usually, you would be doing the same thing as him every morning – looking for an opportunity to touch him a little or talk to him, give him a smile, anything. Today you weren't there at all.

After eating breakfast, Buck decided to go to the sickbay to visit some of his friends that had been there since the last mission. He especially wanted to see Bucky who had his hand slightly injured and was extremely annoyed by that because he didn't want to miss out on any mission.

"How are you feeling?" Buck asked, sitting on the chair next to his friend's bed.

"Like shit, you?" Bucky rolled his eyes.

"I asked about your hand."

"The hand is better but they said I can't go on the next mission tomorrow. I can't let you have your 25th before me for God's sake," Bucky gritted his teeth.

"You're no use with a hand like that, Bucky," Buck teased and pushed his friend gently.

"Thank you for reminding me," Bucky chuckled. "Hey, something's wrong, I can see," he furrowed his brow at the sight of his friend's absent eyes and a worried wrinkle on his forehead.

"It's nothing," Buck refused to whine about not seeing you this morning. Perhaps you were busy and he didn't want to admit how clingy he was becoming.

"Come on," Bucky teased.

"I haven't seen (Y/N) this morning. It's nothing, she's probably busy," Buck admitted and sighed, waiting for his friend to laugh at him. However, Bucky didn't even flinch. He swallowed thickly and cleared his throat like there was something he wanted to say but didn't know how to. "What is it?"

"Well, I've seen her this morning," Bucky whispered and Buck leaned in, intrigued. "She was here, at the sickbay."

"What? Is she sick?" Buck felt his heart speeding up inside his chest. Even if it was just a cold, he didn't want you to feel bad. He hated to see you in any kind of pain.

"I don't know, we didn't talk. She looked weird, though," Bucky admitted. "But it didn't look very serious. I just thought you should know," he shrugged his arms.

"Thanks," Buck stood up and patted his friend's shoulder before turning around to leave the sickbay as soon as possible. He wanted to find you and make sure you were alright even if it would take half a day and cost him a scolding from the Colonel.

On his way out, he spotted two nurses whispering between each other about something but they went quiet when they saw him. However, when he walked out of the sickbay, they went back to gossiping, not realizing that he was still behind the door and could hear them perfectly well.

"She can't hide it forever," one of them whispered. "Jesus, what was she even thinking? She got herself in huge trouble."

"I can't imagine it ending well for her. Unless she got pregnant by the Colonel. Then she's probably safe," the other one nodded. "Who do you think she got pregnant by?"

"Probably him," the first one sighed.

"Colonel?"

"Yeah, she's at his office all the time. Helping with the papers, she says. Mhm, sure. That's what they call it these days."

"It can be one of the pilots, too," the second one was not convinced.

"Please, we're talking about (Y/N) here. She wouldn't go lower than a Major and there aren't any I've seen her with. She has standards, you've seen her. She's so full of herself," the first one laughed.

"You're mean."

"Well, she's a slut."

Buck's eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat. He fought the urge to go back to the sickbay and yell at the rude nurse but he decided to find you as soon as possible instead. He didn't even want to overthink the subject of their gossip. He hoped it was just a gossip and nothing else. Because if it was real… The consequences would be tragic.

He also didn't like what these two women were saying about your realtionship with the Colonel.

Still, the first place he decided to look for you in was Colonel's office. you were spending there almost every day after all... He waited by the corner nervously, thinking of some excuse to make before entering the room but he saw the Colonel leaving the office and addressing you before doing so. Then he disappeared in the corridor and Buck emerged from behind the corner to knock upon the door.

"Come in," he heard your oddly weak voice and he entered the room as fast as possible to close the door behind himself swiftly. "Oh, that's you," your voice sounded tired and raspy. Buck squeezed his eyes and observed you for a while.

You were sitting behind Colonel's desk and working on some papers. Your skin seemed to be a shade paler, you had dark bags under your eyes and your hair was not as neatly combed as usual. Yor fingers were shaking and you didn't even look up at him with your usual smile and bright eyes.

"What's wrong? I've heard you were sick," Buck approached you but you refused to look up. "You don't look well. You shouldn't be working. What is it?"

"Stomach bug. Nothing… It's nothing," your lower lips trembled as you sniffled. "I was throwing up this morning."

"And that's it?" Buck was not convinced.

"That's it," you insited, still refusing to look up.

"I was at the sickbay to visit Bucky. I've overheard two nurses saying very bad things about you," he confessed as his jaw clenched at the memory. That finally made you look up with wet, scared eyed.

"What are you talking about?" your voice trembled.

"That you don't go lower than a Major and you seem to be close with the Colonel," he said way harsher than he intended to.

In fact, he didn't want to say this at all but the nasty feeling of ugly jealousy made his veins burn from the inside as his hands flexed to clench his fists for a second before relaxing them all over again.

God, what was happening to him? He was getting dizzy from all of this. He knew he was in love with you but today's events were just too much to handle and it was before 10am.

"Sounds like I have a reputation of a harlot around here then. I'm sorry that you believe those lies more than you believe me me when I tell you that I love you," you whispered as your lower lip shivered.

"God, I'm sorry, doll. I shouldn't have…" Buck leaned in but you turned your face around. "I'm sorry, I was stupid… I was so jealous… They said you were pregnant with the Colonel… It's so absurd, I should have known better, I'm sorry…" he touched your shoulder and felt your whole body stiffening.

"Well, they were not entirely wrong…" you whispered almost inaudibly and Buck's heart stopped for a moment as his head got dizzy. What did you mean…? You and the Colonel…?

"I'm gonna kill him," he drawled out and stood up with his fists ready to start a fight. You looked up at him like he was crazy.

"What are you on about? Kill who?" you sniffed your tears back.

"Harding. I don't give a damn he's the Colonel," Buck's jaw clenched and your eyes widened. You had never seen him acting like that.

"Baby, you do realize I didn't mean this part of the gossip to be true, right?" you almost smiled despite the tragic situation you had found yourself in.

"What did you mean then?!" Buck nearly lost it. His nerves were a wreck and you weren't helping much.

"I'm pregnant!" you screamed at him and stood up angrily before getting a little dizzy. He stood there with his mouth slightly opened as you finally caught your breath back. "…and it's not with the goddamn Colonel, for God's sake, Buck. You really think of me so low? That I whore around the base? Thank you very much. Exactly what I wanted to hear from the father of my baby," your eyes filled with tears again.

Buck felt like the the stupidest man on the planet Earth at that moment. He swallowed thickly and looked at you with eyes so full of guilt that he reminded you of a lost puppy.

"I'm sorry, baby. I was jealous and it was awfully stupid of me. Of course I don't think that. You're my girl," he reached out his hand to touch you but you moved away and approached the window to look behind it.

"We shouldn't have done that…" you looked down. "Maybe it's true. I am a whore. Because I shouldn't have done that. Even with you."

Buck felt extremely guilty for the whole situation happening. He was standing there, speechless. Trying to find the right words to make it right.

"And I wish I was happy about it. Because I love you and… And under any other circumstances I would love that little baby," you sobbed. "But this is war. I hope you know I wouldn't sleep with you like that if it wasn't for the fact you can die any day… I would wait for the wedding. I hope you know that. I'm so scared, Buck," you turned around to face him. He looked so broken inside that it made you sob even more. "I'm scared of what they'll do when they find out. And I'm scared you might die tomorrow or any other day. And I'll be alone with this mess. Maybe I should… You know…"

"No," he finally spoke up and approached you to grab your hands. This time you allowed him to. "No, you can't do that to our baby. No," he insisted.

You smiled softly when you realized he already cared about your child.

"And I won't let anything happen to you. I'll speak to the Colonel. I think you should just…" he sighed, "…well, go back home."

"No…!" this time you were the one who protested while shaking your head.

"For now, yes," Buck put his hands on your shoulders. "You shouldn't work here. You shouldn't work at all. You should go back to your family and rest. And after my 25 missions I'll come to you. I'll speak to the Colonel, I'll explain it to him carefully. He'll understand."

"What if you don't come to me?" you looked up as a few more tears rolled down your cheeks.

"If I go down and end up in hell, I'm going to crawl out of there on my knees to get back to you," he promised and laid his right hand on your belly. You looked at him lovingly after this confession and finally smiled with a silly smile.

"Wow. Well, if you ended up in hell, I'd quite understand you not coming back to me. No need to be so extra," you tried to make a joke.

"There is absolutely a need to be," Buck leaned in even closer to press his forehead to yours.

That was when the door opened loudly and you two turned around to see Colonel Harding who looked like he had just spotted a ghost.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" he yelled, making you startle a little but Buck's warm hands calmed you down.

"Colonel, we have to talk about something very important," Buck told him with a very serious expression on his face.

And suddenly you felt that everything would be alright because Buck would handle that. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to you or the baby. He would take care of you.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #austin butler x reader #gale cleven x reader #lilysfiction #*buck

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ok so- I need some period fluff with Peter Quill. I saw you do it for Tangerine, and while I’m not a part of that fandom, i thought it would be really sweet to do it with Quill.

It’s totally okay if you’re not interested or too busy or something! Just a thought!

~Bear🐻

hii bear!! I just had to do this first (again sorry to all the others in my inbox, I’ll get there, I promise) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

if anyone wants the tan fic, link is here

“shark week”

Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 0.8k

warnings || periods but no specific details, fluff

I don’t usually struggle with titles, but this one I did (could you tell?) 😭 I’ll change it if I think of something better

masterlist + rules

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When it was your time of the month, you had a tendency to be quite sluggish and withdrawn, only ever leaving the bedroom to get more snacks or to use the bathroom. So when Peter noticed that you were confined to the comfort of his apartment on Knowhere, he was naturally a bit worried. You and Peter had been dating for a little while now, so your periods weren’t exactly foreign to him. It was just something that usually slipped his mind as he’d often be confused by different calendars amongst various planets.

Today was your least favourite of all, the day of your period that left you feeling debilitated. So for that very reason, you had spent the majority of the day snuggled in Peter’s sheets, drifting in and out of sleep and eating copious amounts of Zarg Nuts.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you see Peter standing in the doorway looking at you with an uneasy expression that instantly softens once he sees you awaken. “Hey,” he says softly, making his way over to the bed and taking a seat at the edge. “You doing okay?” Lacing his hand into yours, brushing his thumb over the back of it.

“Yeah.” You reply, sweetly smiling at him. “Just feeling shitty.”

“Why?” He tenderly questions, eyebrows furrowing as if to analyse your face.

“Bleeding.” You whisper, softly chuckling.

His eyes blow huge, darting over you with caution. “Oh— oh” he responds, finally catching on. “Shark week… again?”

“Yeah Pete, that’s how they work.” You laugh hard, abruptly cutting off when you feel something you shouldn’t have.

His reaction mimics yours, eyes widening when he sees your parted lips. “What? You okay?” His gaze follows you as you bolt out of bed. “What’s going on?”

“Just need—“ your reply muffles behind the bathroom door.

“Need what?” He sweetly questions, nuzzling his ear to the door.

“Shit.” You mumble. Now talking loud enough for him to hear. “In the nightstand, top drawer… there’s a—a paper type box, please can you bring it to me?”

Within seconds, he’s back and knocking on the door with your box of feminine products. “Do I put it under the door, or— or close my eyes? I don’t know what to do, what do I do here?” He replies, his tone flustered as he presses back up against the door.

Adjusting yourself and hiding the toilet paper. “You can come in.”

He slowly opens the door, hand clutched over his eyes as he wavers the box towards you, using the space around him as a guide. Accidentally bumping into a few things along the way. “Put your hand out… what can I get you? What do you need?” He warmly asks, gingerly backing out to give you a moment of privacy.

Stifling a snicker as you watch him leave. “I think I’m okay for now… maybe some tea? Steal it from Mantis, she has good tea.”

“On it.” Running away only to return a second later. Enunciating through the door. “I love you!”

“I love you!” You loudly reply, a wide smile spread along your lips.

When you return to the bedroom, you see Peter bundled under the covers with snacks spread across the bed, holding items to help with your cramps and pains. “Get in.” He grins, opening the covers so you could slip yourself in beside him. Snuggling next to him, he lifts your head so he could support your neck with his bicep, holding you tight against him. “I don’t know if you need this now, or…?” He starts, pulling a hot water bottle from under the sheets.

“Was that on your stomach?” You ask, a giggle held behind your lips.

Chuckling. “Yeah… feels really good.”

“Yeah, I know.” You laugh, nuzzling the side of your head into his chest. “I don’t need it right now, you can keep it.”

“Oh, you’re the best.” He smiles, resting the flat bottle over his abdomen. “Just take it off me if you need it.”

Hiding a grin, you look up at him, gazing in admiration. “I need it now.” Watching his smile slightly fade. “I’m just kidding.”

He fakes a laugh with accentuated and playful features. “Do you need anything? … medicine? Back rub? Foot rub? Kisses? Bath? Sleep? Food? Chocolate? Tummy rub? Tea? — no we got tea. I think making out will help, yeah making out will definitely help.” He aimlessly lists, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yes.”

“To what?” He boyishly grins, twisting his neck to kiss your temple.

“To it all.” You reply, wrapping your arm over his chest. “But I think a nap first, that okay?”

“I’m always down for a nap.”

#peter quill #peter quill x you #peter quill x female reader #peter quill fanfiction #peter quill fanfic #peter quill x reader #peter quill x fem!reader #peter quill headcanon #peter quill imagine #peter quill blurb #peter quill comfort #peter quill x gn reader #star lord #star lord x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg fanfiction #gotg #period comfort #peter quill fluff #marvel period comfort

[bladiegfs]

hello!! ur theme is so cute omg <3 may i request blade’s s/o (can be gn!) spending more time with a cat they adopted and he got jealous and he decides to cling to his s/o 😭😭 sorry if this doesnt make sense wiendidnf

take ur time writing it 🫶🫶

thank u!!! don't worry anon it makes perfect sense in fact it feels like my third eye was opened the moment i saw this on my inbox

glue

➵ warning(s) applicable: none

➵ wc: 1.1k

➵ blade has found his new rival— it came in the form of a dark-furred animal with four paws and orange eyes. he eyes it as you coddle it and sing a song. …it’s decided. this has gone too far. it’s his turn to be cuddled and coddled now.

It was a mistake— no, this whole thing was a mistake.

At first, it seemed like a good idea to him. In fact, he was the one who got the idea— he knew you love cats. So did he; he found the little creatures interesting and maybe just a tad bit cute. But you, on the other hand… you frequently gushed (clutching your chest, cooing, everything) over cat videos.

Cat videos. On the screen. It’s not even the real thing right before your eyes yet you acted like this.

But he thought that the smile on your face was far too precious and that it would definitely make you happy to have a cat of your own or a ‘furbaby’, as Bronie calls it.

When he proposed the idea, you instantly nodded. Then, you reveal a sickening number of tabs open on your phone, all containing research about the best way to take care of cats. He recalls the time you were complaining about your phone moving so slowly; he was about to ask you how long literally hundreds of tabs have been open on it, but then you give him that beaming smile that he’s always (secretly) felt weak to, and the question gets thrown to oblivion.

And just a day after that, you two were home with a cute little bundle of joy (your words, not his) and you were smiling unstoppably. To him, the cat wasn’t anything particularly remarkable. However, its black fur paired with orange eyes has apparently intrigued you.

“What are you gonna name him?”

“Pepper,” You reply, looking down at the cat. “Isn’t it fitting?”

“Pepper? That’s more like a dog’s name to me.”

You only laugh as the cat peacefully curls up atop your lap, looking much like a bundle of darkness rather than joy. Blade’s spot, he thinks. That’s where he rests his head as he naps or simply absentmindedly scrolls through his phone, but he lets it pass— it’s good to let the cat become very accustomed to you. It shouldn’t be a challenge to get the cat to warm up to you; perhaps he was biased, but if you asked him, he’d say it’s very easy to like you.

Months pass and Blade does get proven right; Pepper has given his verdict as to who his favorite parent is and, predictably, it’s you. You and Pepper work in tandem half the time— whenever the cat isn’t asleep, anyway. Wherever you go, Pepper goes.

Now: Pepper did like Blade, yes, but the cat was attached to you to the point that you couldn’t even take a piss without it scratching at the door to be let in. And on the other hand, you’ve taken to affectionately calling Pepper your son.

And this son… is coming in between his parents.

You see, earlier this day, Blade had been minding his business. It’s a weekend, and he’s sitting in bed, watching a show. You were right beside him, leaning onto him as your eyes are cast on the screen before you. 

But after a while, before you two even knew it, watching turns into kissing.

“Ren…” You mutter against his lips as you lay below Blade. You were about to open your mouth to say something when suddenly, a walking nightmare on four legs slipped between Blade’s and your body.

And Pepper hisses at Blade.

“Aw, Pepper!” You turn to the cat, taking it in your arms. Blade parts from you, opting to lay beside you as you coo over your son, saying something about how he’s so adorable.

He watches as Pepper gets showered in kisses. “Aw, my cutesy, does Pepper want kisses too?”

Blade does, but that cat in your arms interrupted you two. He turns his eyes back to the television, slightly disgruntled. But once more, he lets it pass. After all, he did like Pepper too, even with all his kiss-stealing tendencies. Pepper was as much his… ‘son’ as much as it was yours.

He thinks that the cat must’ve sensed Blade’s somewhat lax behavior towards it; today, it’s really pushing its luck. 

Lunchtime? Pepper rubbed his head all over your legs until you decide to give him some of the food on your plate despite the fact that he already had his own lunch and finished it with much vigor. Oh, what about the afternoon? You spent it playing with Pepper until he fell asleep. Dinnertime? Same modus as lunch.

And now… well, now, as you sit in bed, Pepper laid on your lap as though it was his personal seat. You didn’t seem bothered about it, not even one bit— in fact, you hummed as you pet its head affectionately.

And Blade? He’s sitting right beside you, phone in hand as he side-eyes Pepper.

This has gone too far. Isn’t it his time to be coddled too?

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, making you lean towards him. You oblige with a smile on your face but eyes still on Pepper. With his actions, the cat turns its head toward Blade and he swears to everything holy that the cat definitely must be annoyed at him. The only thing missing is for it to hiss at him again.

Eyes narrowed and looking directly at Pepper, Blade presses a kiss against your temple.

The cat stares back at him.

His arm tightens around your shoulder and his free hand reaches for yours—

“Ren, you’re a lot more clingy today,” You comment, finally looking at Blade. Then, you notice the expression on his face. You follow his eyes and you find yourself looking right at your son.

You cannot help the laughter bubbling up your stomach. It was ridiculous to you; was Blade having a silent competition with Pepper?

At the sound of your laughter, Blade’s glare at Pepper finally breaks and he looks at you, asking, “What?”

“Nothing,” You answer, sparing Blade the shame of having to admit silently declaring rivalry with Pepper. “You want kisses?”

“...Why’re you talking to me like I’m Pepper?”

You repeat, ignoring Blade’s reply, “You want kisses?”

Silence. Then, “Yes.”

You take Pepper in your arms, lifting him from your lap. You then put Pepper down on the bed before you turn your body to Blade. Your eyes flicker from Blade’s eyes and to his lips, then you lean even closer to finally kiss him.

His arms wrap around your body, holding you closer. Even as you pull away, he doesn’t let go of you.

So your hunch was right. With a smile on your face, you play with his hair, pushing his bangs away from his eyes. “I’ll make it up to you, alright? I’ll cuddle you and sing for you too, so you don’t have to sulk anymore.”

Blade defensively answers, “Who said I was sulking?”

“Oh? Do you not want me to cu—”

“I didn’t say that,” Blade interrupts. Then, in a quieter voice, almost as if he’s embarrassed, “I wouldn’t be jealous because of a cat.”

“I didn’t say anything about Pepper, though?”

“...Damn it.”

#maddie's corner! #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x reader #! ballad

[vemaro]

How did callums and astarions first meeting go? sorry, I’m just a sucker for asty boy with kids

I saw this ask in my inbox and knew I wanted to write it out. Tho I intended to make this a little blurb instead of a long mess lol. In the end, this thing kinda got away from me

Astarion makes some assumptions and you know what they say when you assume things.

…

“Astarion? Is … that really you?”

Fuck, maybe he shouldn’t have returned. Maybe he should leave. It’s been almost a year since the wedding and they last saw each other. What if she’s upset? What if she hates him for avoiding her for so long? He was avoiding her, except he doesn’t want to know he’s avoiding her.

Unfortunately for the vampire, all of his other friends have mentioned how much she asks about him. He’s been able to brush it off for months, ignore the urge to see her—and the love he still carried for her— but a foolish flame of hope has reignited in his heart. If Tav’s asking for him, perhaps he still has a chance. It’s a sign from the gods he stopped praying to centuries ago that maybe it’s still a possibility.

So here he is, on her stoop, feeling like an idiot. Too late to back out now.

He puts on a sharp toothed grin and gives her a bow. “In the flesh.”

Her eyes drink in everything, from his impeccably styled hair, to his blood red eyes, the bite marks peeking out from the collar of his shirt, and those laugh lines used to tease him about. He’s usually comfortable in the spotlight, but under her scrutiny, he’s horribly self-conscious. Tav has always been able to see right through him, whether he liked it or not. Except, of course, in the matter of the romantic feelings he harbors. He was never sure if that was a blessing or a curse.

Astarion breaks the silence. “Kobold got your tongue? Or has my sheer beauty left you speechless?”

His words seem to snap the druid from her reverie then she all but jumps on him for a hug. “Where have you been? I thought you were dead!”

He relaxes into the embrace. Gods, he missed being this close to her. “Technically, Tav, I’m already dead.”

She abruptly shoves him away, anger splayed across her face. “That’s not funny. I was worried, Astarion. I sent letters and you never sent any back. I couldn’t tell if the others were telling the truth when they said they’ve seen you, or lying to make me feel better.”

If only she knew the reason behind his lack of appearance. “My deepest apologies. I was busy dealing with a horde of ravenous vampire spawn.”

That seems to mollify her. Tav plants her hands on her hips and waggles a finger at him. “I understand, but if you can’t visit, at least write.”

“Fair enough,“ he concedes. “I’ll try to find time in my schedule.”

Content that she got her point across, Tav smiles and crosses her arms. “Thank you.” Then she steps aside and cocks her head past the entryway. “Come on in. I have something important to tell you.”

The last time she had to tell him something important, she announced her upcoming nuptials. At least not much else can top the heartbreak that wrought.

Unless …

No. No, someone definitely would’ve told him if she’s … His eyes drop to her middle. Absolutely not. He refuses to believe it. Damnit, he never should’ve come to see her. He never should’ve let himself hope.

Her better half walks into the foyer. “Tav, I can’t find my—” He stops when he spots the third wheel. “Oh. We have company.”

Astarion detests the man on principle, but he is Tav’s spouse so he’ll play nice. “Pardon my intrusion, Terrick.” He holds out a hand. “Astarion Ancunin. I’m—”

“One of my wife’s former allies. Yes, I recall our introduction at the wedding.” His eyes flicker to the bite marks on Astarion’s neck. His expression eludes to nothing, whether he was aware of his vampiric condition until now or had previous knowledge. He steps closer to Tav and puts a hand on her waist. “Welcome to our home.”

He retracts the offered hand. “It’s quite lovely,” he says, voice honey drenched. “Which is surprising. During our travels, her tent was always filled with trinkets and mementos from our adventures.”

Terrick arches an eyebrow. “I’m not one for clutter.”

Astarion shrugs. “A little clutter won’t do any harm.” He makes eye contact with Tav. “Each souvenir is associated with a happy memory.” She smiles and it feels like a small victory.

Terrick changes the subject. “I can’t find my blue doublet.”

Tav snickers. “You lost it a month ago.”

He purses his lips, displeased with the answer. “Ah. That slipped my mind.” He walks past them, heading for the steps that lead to the pathway. “Then I need another made.”

“If I could make a suggestion. Figaro’s shop—”

Terrick shakes his head. “Shops in the Lower City are of poor quality.”

Tav clasps her hands behind her back. “Actually, his clothes are very high quality and he offers a hefty discount.” They did save him from a murderous dwarf.

The man’s whole body palpitates. “Do I look like I require a discount?”

“No, but—”

He cuts her off. “We’ll discuss it later.” Astarion’s hand is on the hilt of his knife. He could throw it and have it land right between the eyes in two seconds flat. “I’ll be back later. Don’t wait up. Goodnight.” He makes sure to lock eyes with the vampire one more time. “Astarion,” he spits.

He has to hold back a sneer. “Terrick.” And he walks off into the night. Astarion glowers as they watch him disappear around the corner. “Charming, he is.”

“I didn't marry him for his personality.” Her tone is dry and flat, almost bored. “He’s gotten a bit moodier since the wedding though. Moreso recently.”

A scary thought comes to mind. There’s no subtle way of asking, so he just asks. “He doesn’t … hurt you, does he?” He waits for the slightest confirmation of abuse. Cazador’s death will look like child’s play by comparison if he has to hunt him down.

She swats the air. “No. Terrick huffs and puffs for show. As long as he funds the repairs and my projects, it’s fine.” But then her face softens. “But thanks for the concern.”

First comes the relief, followed by annoyance. He’s relieved no harm has come to the woman he loves, annoyed he doesn’t have reason to hate the man—more reason. That’s too bad. “Now that your loving husband has left the premises, what is it that you wanted to tell me?”

Her eyes light up with manic glee. “Oh yes!” Tav leads him inside, to the closest armchair and sits him down. “Wait here.”

Without another word, she hurries off, leaving behind a curious Astarion. So … perhaps he was worried for nothing. He was jumping to conclusions, coming up with worst case scenarios. Tav’s not going to tell him she’s with child. She doesn’t love Terrick. She’s admitted that on several occasions even before the wedding.

“Close your eyes!”

He does as he’s told. “Ooh, did you slip into something more comfortable?”

She stomps a foot. “If my arms weren’t full, I’d chuck something at you. Are your eyes closed?”

Her arms are full. Does she have a present for him? “Yes, dear.”

He hears her approach. “No peeking.” He holds his hands above his head, twirls them a couple times, and covers his eyes. Not long after that, he feels her presence just ahead of him. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Open your eyes.”

When he opens his eyes, his heart shatters into a million pieces. Swathed in a bundle of blankets, is exactly as he feared; a baby. A shock of blue hair. Topaz eyes. Pointed ears. Freckles sprinkled on the apples of his cheeks and across his button nose. Pale skin, though not nearly as pale as the vampire’s.

Tav bounces and sways in place. “Astarion, I’d like you to meet my son.” The mother is sporting the biggest and brightest grin he’s ever witnessed. “Callum.”

The words echo in his mind. Meet my son. They have a son. Tav and Terrick have a child together. Those two will forever be connected through this child and there is nothing Astarion can do to sever that bond. He’s not so selfish to wish for an unhappy marriage. The innocent soul brought into this world by the woman he loves doesn’t deserve that. He deserves his real father, not a man with fantasies of coveting his mother.

What honestly hurts most is the betrayal from his friends, if he can even call them that at this point. They knew, but elected to say nothing when they fussed at him for keeping away. Worse yet, she also chose not to tell him in any of the letters she sent. He never wrote back, but he read them all.

With the betrayal comes a fierce jealousy. He envies Terrick. Not for the intimacy of creating a child, but the bond a child brings. Astarion never fathomed fatherhood, never entertained the thought, not even after taking down his former master. He’s only just attained his freedom. It’s too soon to settle down, let alone start a family, if that was even possible for a vampire spawn. Now though, seeing the joy her son brings her, he would’ve been willing to try for her. He could picture himself with a child, their child, if that is what she asked of him. What would they look like? Like he used to before transforming into a creature of the night?

The baby voice she’s using is both nauseating and adorable. “Callum, this is one of my very best friends, Astarion,” she coos. “Say hi.”

“He’s …” Terrick’s. And Tav’s. “Beautiful, Tav.”

“Isn’t he?” she gushes. “You’re the first to see him. Gale and Wyll just barely missed it, but left before he came.”

He bows his head. “An honor, truly. And I must say, you look amazing for a woman who recently gave birth.”

She jerks her head back. “I’m sorry, what?”

He holds up his hands in surrender. “I mean no offense, my darling.”

Tav opens her mouth, shuts it, opens it again then bursts out laughing. She speaks between peels of laughter. “There has been … a misunderstanding … a huge misunderstanding.”

He frowns. The vampire is missing something, clearly. What is he missing? Is there somehow another child? Does Callum have a twin? “What?”

She reaches over and flicks his forehead. “I didn’t have him. Callum is adopted.”

There’s a prolonged silence of Astarion gawking up at Tav. “Adopted?” he parrots.

“Yes, adopted.” She perches herself on the edge of a table in front of the armchair. “I’m sorry, I thought it was obvious.”

He slaps his hands on the wooden handles. “How was it obvious?”

“Callum looks absolutely nothing like me. Or Terrick.” She lowers her head so her hair falls in the baby’s face. “Notice the difference in hair color.”

What would it take for a giant hole to appear in the ground and swallow him up? “What was I supposed to say when you tell me he’s your son? Oh wow, he doesn’t have your hair, eyes, nose, or complexion. Neither your husband’s. Do you have a mistress?” Astarion. Astarion would like to throw his hat in the ring if the position is open.

That makes her laugh even harder. “No! Oh my gods, Astarion. You thought I hid an entire pregnancy?” He’s too embarrassed to say anything. “You know Karlach can’t keep secrets. Not when they’re not life or death. She’s the reason we found out about Lae’zel and Shadowheart.” She blushes and avert her eyes. “And me and Halsin.”

Many emotions are coursing through him and he’s not sure which to process first. Callum is Tav and Terrick’s child, but not in the same sense he assumed previously. Blood relations are irrelevant. Though. He’s still their child. It must be a druid thing. Jaheira has a house in the Lower City, though he wouldn’t call her mother of the year. Halsin has been taking in some strays as well. What does that mean for Tav? Will she and Terrick continue to adopt more children?

He allows himself a half-hearted guffaw. “I forgot you and the bear rolled around in the leaves.”

Tav shudders. “I have no desire to have a child with Terrick. Even when we—” There’s an implied sleep together Astarion would prefer not to acknowledge. It conjures some images he’d rather not think about. “I don’t want children with him.”

He could drop to his knees, throw up his arms, and shout his praises to the gods right now. “There’s no need. You have the perfect child right here.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” She stands back up, beaming. “Would you like to hold him?”

He really should’ve seen this coming, but he didn’t. “Oh, uh, is it safe? Babies are fragile little things. I don’t want to, er, break him.” He sits as far back in the chair as he can, hands tucked underneath his thighs.

She slides over to one side of the chair. “Please?”

“I don’t know, darling.”

“Pretty please?” It’s difficult to turn her down while staring into those wide, trusting eyes. And then there was the baby. Eventually he gives in, holds up his hands with a deadpan expression on his face. Tav smirks. “Fix your arms.”

Ten seconds later, he’s holding an infant for the first time in two centuries of undead life. He peers down at the little boy. He’s probably wondering who the hells is this monster holding me? Astarion has no idea what to say besides an awkward, “Hello.”

One Callum’s hands break from the blankets and finds its way to lightly smack Astarion’s cheek. It doesn’t hurt really, but then he does it a couple more times. When he tries to stop the low level attack, Callum grabs one of his fingers and tugs as hard as his little body can manage.

Oh.

He’s only had Callum for ten seconds, but if anything were to happen to him, he would massacre everyone along the Sword Coast and then himself.

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[rosehiroto]

Hi! So I was thinking about ren like finding out his s/o was learning piano just so the s/o could play along with him when he does 😭

Its just so cute pls

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting such a cute idea! I'm so sorry for taking so long to write this, I was very busy for a while, but now I'm trying my best to finish everything in my inbox.

I hope you enjoy it ♡

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Ren based on his character online and not of the person behind his vtuber avatar, thank you!

Fandom: nijisanji iluna, Ren zotto.

Pairing: Ren zotto x Reader.

Category: fluff, Ren sulking.

Together.

Ren huffed gently resting his cheek on his fist, staring at the screen of his laptop silently at the message history between him and his s/o.

It was the fifth time his s/o canceled on their hanging out date in a month, they would agree to go out together, but then they would cancel at last minute saying they were busy and apologizing.

At first Ren didn't mind it he was also busy a lot of the time, but he always tried to make time for his partner, and when he finally cleared his schedule, it was his s/o's turn to be busy.

He wasn't mad at his partner, just frustrated, it had been too long since he was saw them and hung out with them, just simply laugh about dumb things together, lean against their shoulder while watching a silly movie that gets forgotten when they fall asleep against each other.

He just missed them in general but gave them space without complaining, that's what his

s/o always did when he was busy after all, and that what gave him patience.

"Just give them space man, you get busy sometimes too y'know?" Kyo hummed out over discord call, trying to comfort a sulking Ren, it's been a week than the last failed date attempt, Ren has been calling his s/o and chatting regularly, but the fact that they couldn't meet made him sulk.

"I know I just miss them" Ren huffed gently, lips forming into a pout as he rested his head against his desk.

"I'm sure they feel the same way when you're busy too, and they were always supportive of you so do the same for them!" Aster chimed in, with an encouraging tone, Ren releasing a deep sigh at his words.

"Damn, if they were busy half the time I was I would die, I can't understand how they can bare it" the male whined, shoulder slouching as he played with a strand of his hair.

The sudden ringing of his phone snapped Ren out of his sulking, the name of the caller making him almost drop the phone as he quickly muted his discord call after mumbling a quick 'brb' to his friends and answering.

"Hello?" Came out the voice of Ren's s/o from the phone, Ren feeling his lips tilt upwards at their voice.

"Hey babe! how are you?" Ren hummed out, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger, feeling like a highschool girl when his s/o chuckled softly at his excited tone.

"I'm doing good, hope you're doing well too, are you free today?" They asked in a slightly skeptical voice, Ren can already imagine their eyebrows furrowing slightly and their head tilting slightly as they fidgeted with anything that was in arm's reach.

"Yeah? Why do you ask, you have something exciting planned for today?" Ren asked, hearing a faint 'yes!' from the other side of the call, before they cleared their throat, Ren grinning widely as he chuckled softly.

"Well I was thinking, maybe you can come over and I can show you what I've been busy with for the last couple of weeks" they mumbled softly, scared of Ren rejecting the idea, quickly continuing to talk.

"I know I've been super busy, and it was rude of me to not try emptying my schedule for our dates but I just wanted to surprise you, and to do that I had to finish stuff quickly, I'm sorry, I really want to see you, so can you please come over?" They stopped rambling and took a deep breath, waiting for Ren's answer.

"Of course I'm coming over! Give me like half an hour and I'll be there" Ren answered quickly his heart beating quickly in his chest, s/o humming happily, after the quick exchange of goodbyes he closed the call.

Ren unmuted his mic and took a huge breath, Kyo who was laughing at something aster said paused to hear with the horned boy had to say.

"So?" Kyo asked waiting for Ren to say anything, the male in question trying to not squeal as he took in huge breaths.

"Ohhh, I think I know who called!" Aster said excitedly with a giggle, Ren could imagine him wiggling his eyebrows with a wide grin on his face.

"Uhhh, so they just called and suddenly I have a date to go to sooo, I'll talk to you guys later" Ren said quickly leaving call, the sound of Kyo and Aster laughing cutting off suddenly as he left call and got up quickly, tripping over his feet as he grabbed a random hoodie and threw it on, placing his phone and keys in his pocket as he left his house locking the door behind him and speed walking towards his partner's house.

He didn't know why he was in such a hurry, maybe the excitement to see his lover, or just simply the thought of them working for weeks on something just for him to see.

After about a 15 minute walk, Ren arrived at s/o's house, his cheeks were red from his pace as he took in huge breaths, trying to mentally prepare himself before ringing the doorbell.

The door opened after a few seconds, Ren being greeted by the biggest smile, as his s/o took his hand gently pulling him inside and closing the door.

Not being able to stand still for a moment longer, the male pulled s/o into a tight hug, nuzzling into their shoulder as his arms wrapped around their waist tightly, a small pout forming on his face as his partner chuckled softly patting his back gently.

"I missed you way too much, let's never do that again" Ren huffed as he pulled away slightly to stare at the face he missed so much.

"I'm sorry Renny, I promise not to be so busy anymore" they chuckled pecking his cheek gently before moving to grab his hand again dragging the male towards their Art studio with an excited smile on their face.

"Well, I am definitely very excited now" the male smiled, holding his partner's hand tighter, as they opened the door to the art studio and pulled Ren inside.

The first thing to grab his attention was the grand piano that was pushed into the corner closest to the window, something that he knows for sure wasn't there before.

He turned to look at his excited significant other, who moved towards the piano and sitting on bench patting the space next to them.

"You told me once that you wished we could play together sooo, would you do me the honor of playing the piano with me?" They asked gently cheeks flushed as they smiled at Ren, who gave them a big smile back moving to sit next to them and kiss their head gently.

"Of course love, it would simply be an honor to play together with you"

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[jaembun]

i can’t get over you.

you’re not together, and you never check your inbox. he carries on anyway ！⠀⸻⠀lee donghyuck x gnr ⠀ angst (?) fwb au voicemail format ⠀ cw mentions of drinking & vomiting suggestive (ish) ⠀ wc 1.6k ⠀ now playing . . ☆

생각⠀writing a whole ex fwbs smau aint enough nooo i gotta write ts too 🤦‍♂️

⠀☆⠀00:12 AM

wow. that was—great. i had a good time, and i hope you did too. i think your phone’s dead, because you were all over chenle asking to borrow his, so maybe you’ll only hear this in the morning.  [he laughs]  i hope the hangover isn’t too awful tomorrow. my hip doesn’t hurt too bad from whacking it on that counter, in case you were wondering. i didn’t know you were gonna lift me like that, that was crazy! mark gave me a weird look when i came back to the others, but he always looks like that after a few shots—like he’s just sucked on a lemon. anyway, goodnight. get back to me soon, yeah? maybe we could do that again—it doesn’t have to be serious, no labels or anything. just a bit of fun between friends.

⠀☆⠀11:35 PM

[whispering]  my phone’s the one nearly dead this time. eight percent, so i gotta make it quick. tonight was.. really nice. thanks again. the takeout was really cool of you too, and i’ll pay you back when i get in. i’m talking so quiet ‘cause im in an uber, and i think i just saw the driver giving me a dirty look through the mirror. he has his own playlist on—i mean, unless there’s a new radio station called ‘on the grind’ with two fire emojis and, like, the one of the arm flexing? it’s all been pretty bad stuff so far, but there was this one song, and—it kinda reminded me of you, a bit.  [a pause, before he brushes over it]  i tried to shazam it because i’d look weird leaning over the console to see what it was called, but it was over by then. bummer! we’re coming up on my street now, though, and i’m on three percent now, so i’ll go. see you soon?

⠀☆⠀09:47 PM

injunnie asked me about that mark you left. i made up something about my kitchen cabinet door, but i know he didn’t really believe me. he had that look in his eye, you know? that one where it feels like he sees right through you. anyway.. maybe we should keep them somewhere less noticeable next time? we’re not—you know.

i’m going out with mark and chenle tonight. they’re doing a two-for-one on cocktails and there’s karaoke, so i think it’ll be fun. i probably won’t see it ‘til tomorrow, but call back when you hear this.  [he laughs]  or if i am still up and drunk when you call then you can sing me a lullaby, yeah?  [an awkward pause]  uh. i’ll just—talk to you later.

⠀☆⠀10:26 AM

[hesitant]  oh my god. i didn’t—sorry. i should’ve told you i had someone over. i completely forgot about the brunch thing, it’s my fault. kind of a dick move, too, i really am sorry. i don’t know how to.. i’ll buy you dinner, or something. to make it up to you.

[a prolonged pause]

[haltingly]  that—that was just a one-time thing, though. just.. just in case you were wondering. it won’t happen again. 

[another pause, and the sound of him shifting in his place]

so, um. yeah. i just wanted to apologise, ‘cause you were gone before i could get the chance. call me when you hear this? if you want to, that is.

⠀☆⠀00:03 AM

i guess.. i guess you’re busy, or something. sorry. i know it’s late. you’re probably asleep. or working? renjun told me you’re on night shifts now.. did it slip your mind with me? or maybe you’ve told me already, i don’t know. i think my memory’s been getting worse lately.  [a scoffed laugh]  fuck, maybe you’re with—you know. someone else? that’d be fine, obviously, i know we’re not.. yeah. hell, i was the one who said we weren’t gonna be exclusive.

[a pause]

i haven’t been, um. seeing anyone else, though. not since that last time. it’s just you. but if you were, then.. anyway. i heard jeno tell you his friend was single the other day. that jaemin guy? and that restaurant downtown would be nice for a night out, tonight. they do that salad you like, and—and the side dishes. 

[a second pause. he takes a breath in]

i think.. i think i need a drink. text me once you listen to this?

⠀☆⠀11:58 PM

[sounding a little breathless]  hi! i think im going to fill your inbox up at this point. maybe the reception’s bad in the taxi. but anyway—i had fun tonight. again. i.. i missed you, you know?  [a giggle]  wow, i think i feel a little light-headed. in a good way, obviously. i almost forgot what it was like with you. oh! and the actual reason i called—you left your hoodie here. better come grab it soon, or i’ll have it for myself. you can never have too many clothes.  [he stops for a moment]  does that sound too.. ah, nevermind. i hope you get home alright. talk to you tomorrow, baby.

⠀☆⠀10:49 PM

renjun asked me what we were doing. i knew he probably knew—or at least, like, had an idea of what was going on—but it still surprised me. nearly choked on my drink when he sprung it on me out of nowhere. i thought he just wanted to get lunch. i told him the truth—that we’re just.. messing around. he’s not gonna tell any of the others, so don’t worry. he thought—  [a stilted laugh]  he thought that we were together. but.. well. we’re not, obviously.

[a pause. he mumbles something to himself, cuts himself off, then tries again]

did jeno give you jaemin’s number? he had that gross grin on his face the other night, that same one he did when he kept trying to set chenle up on a blind date. and you never did tell me if you were out with him the other night. not that it, like, matters. but still.

[a second, longer pause]

anyway. i think i’m gonna go to bed. can we get dinner soon? i’ll pay.

⠀☆⠀11:18 PM

hey.  [a small pause]  i don’t know why i’m calling, really. i’m just at my apartment. watching reruns and drinking through that wine chenle gave me—which is awful, by the way. i think he was just trying to get it out of his fridge by offloading it onto me.

that movie you told me you watched all the time back in uni was on earlier. i would’ve called then, but my phone was dead, so i kept it on. it was pretty good, actually. kinda.. sappy. but in a good way. romantic, i don’t know. romcoms have never really been my thing, but i know they’re yours, so.. yeah.  [a tired laugh, and a pause. the tv is faintly audible in the background]  i didn’t know i could get wine tipsy this early. maybe that’s why i called out of the blue? ah, i don’t know. i’ll go now, though—this episode’s just starting to get interesting. let’s talk later.

⠀☆⠀01:21 AM

[he’s yelling, almost, struggling to be heard over the beat of the song blasting through the speakers]  yah, why did you dip? i was—i was looking forward to tonight, you know. jeno is boring, and mark is a lightweight, and jisung steps on my feet when we dance. it would’ve been way better with you here. and i miss you, baby. they need to fire the DJ here, because they’re seriously awful. i might just ditch the rest and come find you instead.

[he stops, considering it]

actually.. yeah. you won’t mind, will you? yah, pick up, c’mon. call me back, ‘cause i’m on my way to your apartment. i’ll buy a bottle of malibu on the way so it won’t taste as awful when we throw it up later, and you can set up that speaker chenle got you last year, because i know you probably still have it stuffed in a closet somewhere.  [his voice returns to normal volume, and the music is abruptly significantly quieter]  get your dancing shoes on, baby. and.. take your shirt off?  [he giggles, and his laughter interrupts his goodbye]  i’ll be there soon!

⠀☆⠀02:17 AM

fuck. can’t you just—can you pick up? please? i need it, i need you to hear this. i feel like i’m going insane, it’s fucked up.  [a pause, and a slightly shaky breath]  why did i say that? why did i say no labels? fucking.. fucking mark and shots and that bruise from that fucking counter. i’ve drank too much, and i hope i forget i’ve said this in the morning, but i—i need to know. it’s just you for me. that time with that guy was stupid, and i should’ve kicked him out as soon as i woke up, but i knew about brunch and i knew you’d be coming over and i was feeling petty so i just thought.. i thought you’d get jealous, i don’t know. it was stupid. i’m sorry for lying, baby. i didn’t mean to. is it—is it just me for you too? did you save jaemin’s number? did you text him? please tell me you didn’t. he doesn’t know anything about you, not like i do. i still have your hoodie, and renjun thinks i need to get my shit together, and chenle nearly threw up on my shoes on the way out the bar, and i just.. i want you. i want you so bad, it’s killing me.

[a long pause. his mumbling is inaudible]

call me back when you hear this.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Tangerines and deers- part 2

This one doesn’t have that much tangerine and reader but next chapter will I promise you guys will love it

Send me requests too please 😭 inbox is empty again

“It was an accident. Tragic.” Ladybug stuttered and Lemon laughed at that. “Bizarre, even.”

“Cool story, bro, but uhm, I think that you and your partner here had your own plans of getting out of here with that case.” He pointed to you, who was sitting on the other side.

“No, no, no.”

“Pinning a body on us. Hoping the white death is so busy cuttin’ off our arms instead of cuttin’ off our fingers. It’s like Thomas the Tank Engine always says: “Simple is better.””

“The kids show?” You and ladybug asked at the same time.

“Yes, the fucking ki- man- I learned everything about people from Thomas. Everything.”

“I took 3 years in psychology, but Thomas sounds more fun.” You muttered.

“Really?” Ladybug asked Lemon, interested.

“It’s how I can read people like you so well. And you are a diesel.”

“Not really. This guy is like.. the equivalent of a golden retriever. A golden retriever that just happens to have really bad luck and so he gets sick and put down.” You explained.

“That’s dark. And I am not a diesel.”

“You’re the diesel-est diesel…”

“Not even close.”

“I’ve ever seen in my life, man. Cause diesels bluff. They go too far.”

“I’m trying to get diesels out of my life, you know?”

“If there was a gun under this table, yeah, I’d be as dead as that kid over there.” He pointed to the one next to you.

“Wait what? He’s dead?” You lifted his glasses and immediately put them back on.

“Yup. Yup. Definitely dead and not sleeping.” You said, moving to the other side.

Lemon used that as a distraction, and he grabbed Ladybugs arm, which caused his head to hit the table. Ladybug closed his laptop onto his head. He punched Lemon twice but lemon kicked him. Then, as Ladybug was on the ground he kicked him in his crotch.

The lady shushed them again, before turning around again. Lemon threw a laptop at ladybug.

You sighed and got up, and got your own gun from your purse.

“Seriously? I told you not to bring a gun.” Ladybug shook his head.

You held it to Lemon’s face.

“Thanks, although you could’ve helped earlier you know?” Ladybug said.

“Whatever, now can me and my partner please leave?”

“No can do, sorry Deer.” He said, kicking you and knocking you down, you groaned and held your leg. And Ladybug grabbed the laptop and smacked him in the head with it.

“Thanks.” You said to him.

“Who’s helping who now?” He smirked and opened up the laptop, you sat on the other side where there wasn’t any dead or passed out people.

“Shh! I’ll call the conductor!” The lady whispered again.

“Eat a bag of dicks, lady!” The woman gasped at his foul words “I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m working on it.”

The lady turned back around while you snickered.

“Here.” You tossed him a bottle of some white stuff.

“The fuck is that?” You asked.

“Cocaine.” He retorted sarcastically.

“Funny.”

He put it in the water. And looked at the dead guy next to him.

“Told you he was definitely dead.”

He grabbed the gun on the floor, it was Lemons.

“I’m not a diesel, you’re a diesel.”

He hid the empty gun behind some suitcases.

“You should do the same. I told you that guns weren’t necessary.”

“Nope.”

You opened his phone and saw that tangerine was near so he put his hat and glasses back on.

“Ow!” He said, as he put his hat on and noticed his head bleeding.

“Follow me.” You said, as you headed to the bathroom.

You guys went into the bathroom. “Sit down.” You told him, digging around in your bag.

“You sit down.” He muttered, while also sitting down.

You got on your knees and took off his hat again, as you focused and started to clean around the wounds. You also cleaned the blood.

“Anything else that might be a problem?” You said, putting a bandage on his nose.

“No. Thank you.” He said, getting up and calling Maria as you guys walked around the train again.

“There’s another body here.”

“Of course there is.” She said.

“Not my fault, and I believe it’s the son of the white death.”

“Did the twins ID you guys?”

“Did you hear what I said? White death. Death. Death.” He repeated.

“Snatch and grab, my ass.”

“I don’t know, kinda like this mission. It reminds me of my old ones before I got stuck with snatch and grab ones.” You said.

“Of course you do.” He rolled his eyes. “Theres someone else doing a job on this train.”

“The twins. We know that.”

“Again, not twins.” Ladybug said.

“I feel like it’s more than them.” You said, trusting your gut.

“What? Put her on.” She said to Ladybug and handed you the phone.

“What do you mean, Deer?”

“I mean I think there’s more than just the twins doing a job here. Some of these people are kind of suspicious. And the wolf just happens to end up here? I don’t buy it.”

“Just get the case and get off, I don’t need two of my best people dying.” She sighed and you handed the phone back to ladybug.

“They’re here for the kid, but somebody killed the kid.” He said, putting a golf club through the door.”the guy with the knife.”

“The wolf.”

“He said he came here for revenge. He just happened to run into me, because of course he did. The kid was poisoned in the same way as El Sbarro was at the wedding.”

“It’s El Saguaro. The same killer?”

“Yeah.” He said, as you and him stacked suitcases.

“I’m like MacGyver.” He said, and peeked into a cage. All of a sudden a snake flew out.

“Oh hell nah!” You screamed and backed up, you went behind Ladybug.

“I know that snake. Is that- ITS A GODDAMN BOOMSLANG SNAKE!” You shrieked.

“I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS.”

“It’s a poisonous snake, very poisonous.” Is all you said.

“How do you know this stuff?” He asked as you guys made your escape.

“I also studied Zoology when I was 13. Stopped after 5 years.” You explained and practically ran away from the snake.

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“Shit.” Tangerine said as he saw his brother on the table. He groaned as he woke up.

“Oh thank God. For a minute there… Jesus Christ, you had a bit of a Bosh, pal.”

He slapped him and lemon just groaned.

“Alright, five stations to Kyoto. Better get tickety-boo.” He said, leaving Lemon and going to find the two.

“Would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?”

“I would.” You said.

“No, no.”

“Ah fucknuts.” He said, as he saw the conductor. You were underneath the tables and he sat on the chair.

“And if it wasn’t clear, I meant yes.”

“The conductor, I don’t have a ticket.”

“Not sure that’s your biggest concern.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked as he saw you on the floor.

“Trying to be smart in my hiding.” You hit his leg.

“Ow. And you don’t understand, this guys like Criss- fucking- Angel. He pops up everywhere. He slows me down, tangerine catches me, I am dead. Dead. Dead.”

“I wouldn’t mind being killed by him.” You muttered as you sat on the seat next to him. He groaned.

“Yeah I k.. hold on.” He said and went over to the guy next to them.

“Hey bro. Wanna make an easy 200 bucks?”

“Is this like a… like a sex thing?” He looked at ladybug and then at you.

Ladybug just stared in confusion.

“Nope..”

“Oh, okay, I was kidding. Uh, yeah, what’s up? What do you need, bro?” The man said.

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Tangerine struggled to get the door open, and so he stole a stuffed animal, put his gun in it and shot. Which only opened the door a little bit.

Tangerine saw the hat and had thought it was Ladybug, he looked for the girl but hadn’t seen her.

“All right, games up, big boy. Where is the case?” Tangerine said to him, but it wasn’t the same man.

“Tell me and I promise I’ll only shoot you enough-“

“Whoa, whoa, um, is this the sex stuff?”

Then, firecrackers started exploding and a man yelled. Tangerine went over there.

“I do love an accent.” The man said.

#bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #bullet train x reader #tangerine

[finallydelight]

im not sure if youre familiar enough with nct127 members but as a caratzen it would be so cute to see a markming chapter where mark officially introduces her to 127 members and they somewhat adopt her . maybe one where she even talks about it to her members when she gets back to the dorms adn cheol gets sulky because hes jealous about how much she talks about how sweet the members were to her

The Link | Ming Chapter

author's note: bold is english. there are mentions of weight loss and having anxiety. a shirtless yuta. if there is something else I forgot, pls tell me! also, im so sorry it took me this long to write! feedback, thoughts, opinions, etc. always welcome in my inbox! <3

October 22, 2022

''No kissing. No hugging. No touching!'' Cheol yelled out his demands, grabbing his stuff together and putting it in his bag. ''If any of them make you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me, okay?'' He stopped in his tracks and looked at her, one eyebrow raised. 

Ming diligently nodded, holding in the urge to roll her eyes at all the ''rules'' he was spitting out about her attending the NCT 127 concert. ''Don't you think you're being a bit over dramatic?'' She dared to ask the question. 

''No.'' He answered, matter-of-factly. 

Joshua and Minghao walked into the living room, all ready to leave for their last schedules of the day. ''You ready, hyung?'' They stood by the door, waiting for the rapper to join them. 

Cheol nodded at them, turning back around to give the youngest a goodbye hug. ''Be careful, okay?'' His remaining arm that wasn't holding his bag wrapped around her shoulders. ''Of course, now leave!'' Ming laughed, parting from the embrace. 

''Bye, Mingie!'' ''Have fun!'' ''Not too much fun!'' Her three roommates left the dorm and were on their way to the cars downstairs waiting for them. 

As soon as the door closed, Ming pulled out her phone, calling the person she needed most in that moment. 

''Hello?'' 

''Soomin! What do I wear?'' 

''Just wait here, I'll get him for you.'' The staff member told her, before disappearing behind the door and closing it. Ming anxiously waited behind the door, the mix of different emotions becoming almost overwhelming. 

It had been over two months since she had physically seen Mark. Their schedules and her hiatus prevented them from meeting somewhere in-between. She had missed seeing him, but it was a very last-minute decision to agree to his concert invite. 

First, Ming was still on hiatus and being spotted at a concert while her members were putting their blood, sweat and tears into their schedules, didn't seem like the best idea. However, Mark seemed to have thought about that as well and suggested she could watch the show from backstage. That way there weren't any lurking camera's or fans, and if she needed anything there were staff members there to help her. 

Second, it had been a long time since they last saw each other and that didn't exactly end in the best way. They hadn't talked about it afterwards and she doubted they would talk about it now. 

A lot of things had changed in the two months that had passed. Most importantly, she had gotten closer to someone else while Mark was busy with his own activities. Also, she had seen Yeonjun more than she had seen Mark, which caused her to be very confused about her own feelings.  

Mark and Yeonjun had vastly different personalities, while Mark was more on the shy and awkward side with her, Yeonjun was confident and direct about his feelings. 

The opening of the door in front of her interrupted her conflicting thoughts. ''Come in quickly!'' A hand wrapped around her pulse and she was pulled into the concert building.

Once the door was fully closed and locked behind them, she was finally able to take a good look at the man in front of her. Her eyes immediately went to his freshly dyed hair, something Mark noticed. ''You like it?'' His hand instinctively went through his hair. 

''It's, uh, definitely different.'' She awkwardly chuckled, quite surprised by his new hair. He laughed at her puzzled face, getting the hint she likes his darker hair better. 

Mark hesitantly opened his arms, not too sure if it was appropriate or not to hug her. Ming smiled at him, finding his nervous grin endearing. She walked into his embrace, her arms secured around his waist. 

A deep sigh left his mouth, as if he was relieved she was there in his arms. His head nestled in her neck as he mumbled the next words. ''Thanks for coming, I really appreciate it.'' His low voice sent chills down her spine. ''Of course, you called.'' She whispered back to him, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

The hug didn't last very long, both very aware of the eyes of the crew members on them. ''How are you doing? I missed you, it's been so long.'' Mark asked her, guiding her through the hallways. 

Ming hadn't given much information about her hiatus to him. He knew that it involved her family and that she needed to stay in her hometown for a while. Mark had been relieved to know that everything was stable again back at home and that she had returned to Seoul about a week prior to the concert. 

He had asked her a lot about her well being and assured her he was always there for her if she needed a listening ear or literally anything else. She had politely declined each time, telling him she was doing alright and that it wasn't as bad as her members made it seem. 

He realized he had downplayed her wellbeing a lot as he saw her standing in front of him. Bags under her eyes, obvious weight loss, low energy and the sparkle he always saw in her eyes seemed to have dimmed. Overall, she didn't look like herself. She still looked beautiful in his eyes, but it was noticeable that she was having a hard time. 

''I'm good, how are you?'' 

Mark smiled. ''Now that you're here, I'm doing amazing.'' He wasn't going to mention her hiatus, he just wanted her to have a nice time. 

A blush appeared on her face. ''You're too cute.'' 

Ming's comment seemed to have the same effect on him as he had on her, because an equalling red tint appeared on Mark's cheeks.  

''Hey, uh, you don't have to, but would you maybe like to say hi to the members?'' He stuttered out the words, not confident if she wanted to go and greet his members. 

Ming felt her hands beginning to shake once the question left Mark's lips. It wasn't a secret to anyone she had trouble socializing with people, especially if those people were the best friends of the guy she had a crush on. 

''You really don't have to, they can be a lot at times, so I understand.'' 

''I would love to meet them, Minhyung.'' 

''Nice! They really wanted to meet you.'' 

The 127 members had been teasing him nonstop ever since their little mistranslation incident, especially Johnny, Haechan and Yuta. It's like they finally had something else to bug the young man about that wasn't about his farting. Mark was also curious to see how Yuta and Ming would get along, seeing as his hyung had been teasing him about the woman who ''has been taking you away from me''. 

Mark motioned for her to follow him, leading her to a door of which she could hear the inside voices from a mile away because of the loudness of the noises. "I told them to behave and to not act crazy, but most of the time they don't listen to me, so I'm just warning you." 

Ming didn't know how to properly answer that one, so she opted for a simple, nervous laugh. Mark gave her a soft smile before opening the door to the gates of hell. 

Upon Mark and Ming walking in, the room fell a bit more quiet than what she had heard outside. It wasn't a kind of silence that made her want to crawl in a hole, but still enough for her to feel uneasy about it. 

Jungwoo was the first one to break the slightly uncomfortable situation, getting up from his stylist's chair and greeting her. ''Hey, Yerim! Thank you for coming.'' He thanked her, padding her shoulder. 

''Thanks for the invite.'' She tried to sound excited, drowning out the nerves that were a result of the other members staring at her interaction with Jungwoo. 

''Mark, why don't you introduce her to everyone?'' Johnny asked his younger brother, his infamous smirk plastered across his face. Blood rushed to Mark's cheeks, but he took a hold of Ming's arm and brought her to his American friend. ''Yer, this is Johnny.'' 

Johnny's smirk turned into a comforting smile as Mark introduced her to him. ''Nice to finally meet you, Yerim.'' 

''Likewise.'' Ming politely returned with a small bow of her head. 

''Hyung is from Chicago!'' Mark told her, remembering she had a concert there for their tour. ''Oh, that's cool! We performed there this summer, the city was great.'' She beamed, having good memories of the tour stop. 

''Oh yeah, Mark told me you went there! He actually never shuts up about yo-'' ''Okay, let's move on!'' Mark interrupted Johnny, quickly pulling Ming to the next members in sight. 

''This is Taeil-hyung,'' the oldest member gave her a little wave which she reciprocated, ''and this our leader, Taeyong-hyung.'' 

''Thank you for coming to our concert, Ming-ssi.'' Taeyong reached out his hand for her, which she shook. His polite and gentle nature was a dead giveaway he was in charge of the group, he reminded her a bit of Cheol. 

Ming smiled at him. ''Thank you for having me.'' 

Mark was content so far, Johnny almost ruined it for him, but he's happy that the rest are actually behaving in front of her. He didn't think they would listen to him. 

He guided her further through the room. ''You've already met Doyoung-hyung and Haechan.'' The two members in question gave her an acknowledging nod, which she returned. 

''And here's Jaehyun-hyung.'' 

Ming didn't have the best impression of the man sitting in the stylist's chair. He had gotten her in trouble multiple times by snitching on her to Mingyu and she didn't really know what to say to him. 

The 97-liner bowed his head. ''Hello, how are you?'' He politely asked, looking at her through the mirror. ''I'm good and you?'' 

''Me too,'' he replied, ''hey, I just wanted to apologize if I did something wrong? Myungho texted me a few weeks ago and told me to stop gossiping to Mingyu about you. I didn't mean for you to get in trouble or anything.'' Now she felt bad for feeling apprehensive to talk to the guy, he was super sweet. 

''Oh no,'' she shook her head and hands, ''please, you don't have to apologize! It's not that serious, really.'' Ming assured him, not wanting him to feel bad about the 'snitching'. 

Jaehyun let out a relieved sigh, glad she didn't seem to be angry at him. ''Okay, great.'' 

''Guys, where's Yuta-hyung?'' 

The Japanese man wasn't present in the room, confusing Mark as he was still there before he went to get Ming. 

''YUTA! MARK's GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!'' 

Johnny was about to continue his teasing, but quickly got shut up by both Taeyong and Doyoung. Meanwhile, Mark and Ming were so flustered they looked like tomatoes. 

The man everyone was looking for walked into the room, completely shirtless. Mark immediately turned Ming around, not wanting her to see any of it. ''Hyung!'' 

''Oh, sorry!'' Yuta apologized, putting his stage blouse on as soon as he noticed the young woman next to Mark. Once he secured everything, he approached the two 99-liners. 

''So, Kim Yerim … we meet at last.'' 

The serious look on his face, his crossed arms and use of her full name, caused chills down her spine and not the good kind. 

''Yah! Yuta, be serious!'' Taeyong scolded the man, while the rest of the group tried to muffle their laughter. 

The serious look on Yuta's face immediately turned into a big smile. ''I was just kidding, it's nice to finally meet you.'' He gave her a hug, which took her by surprise. Ming hesitantly put her arms around him, still in shock from a few moments prior. ''Nice to meet you too.'' 

''Yerim, you want to sit down?'' Doyoung asked, being reminded of Seungkwan's texts asking him to make sure she sat down as much as possible. Before she could decline, Doyoung stood up and motioned for her to take his place. 

Ming thanked him and sat down on the couch, putting her purse on her lap. ''Yer, I'll be right back, I still have to change my clothes.'' Mark told her, crouching down before her. 

She wasn't too fond of the idea of being alone with people she only met so many minutes ago. ''Okay.'' Mark smiled and got up. 

She felt someone taking the space next to her, turning her head, she saw it was Doyoung, who was already fully ready for the concert. ''Hey, Yerim.'' 

''Hi''

''Soonyoungie said you went to the IU concert here in September, how was it?'' He asked her, striking up a conversation to make her feel more comfortable. 

Ming started realizing some of the members probably had sent some messages to the NCT members about her attending the concert, so this either could go good or bad. 

''Yeah, it was really good! I got to meet her as well after the show, it was so cool.'' She answered him, reminiscing about the IU concert. 

Doyoung nodded along to her words, attentively listening to what she had to say. The space on the other side of her dipped and as she turned to see who it was, she saw Jungwoo holding his phone in front of him. 

''She's here, Seungkwannie.'' 

Jungwoo held his phone in front of her and she was met with the one and only Boo Seungkwan who appeared on his phone screen. ''Ming Mingie! Did you arrive well?'' 

Ming could hear some of the staff and 127 members laughing at Seungkwan's words, she felt completely embarrassed. 

''Yeah, I'm here.'' Her voice came out small, not wanting to draw much attention to the interaction with her member. 

Seungkwan looked amused on the other side of the phone. ''Are they being nice to you?'' He continued asking, fully aware he was humiliating her. 

''Yes, they're really nice.'' 

''Am I embarrassing you?'' 

''Yes.'' 

Seungkwan, as well as the 127 members, laughed at her reaction. Ming couldn't even look at the screen anymore, too embarrassed by Seungkwan. 

''Ah, Yerim-ah! How is it there?'' Soonyoung appeared next to Seungkwan on the screen and Ming loudly sighed, much to everyone's amusement. 

''Don't you guys have schedules?'' Even if the members weren't physically there, they made sure there was a way for them to be with her in some kind of way. Ming absolutely loved her members to death, but all she wants is one evening without them. 

Seungkwan got the hint. ''I think she wants us to leave, hyung. Her brothers are embarrassing her in front of her boyfriend's friends.'' He couldn't help but throw in one last tease. 

''Bye Seungkwan! Bye Tiger!'' 

Jungwoo hung up the phone, doing his best to hold in his laughter. ''He suddenly called me, asking how you were doing.'' He explained to her, standing up and going back to his stylist's chair. 

''Hey, I'm back!'' Mark appeared in front of her again, wearing his white stage outfit. ''You, uh, want to go outside for a bit?'' It was obvious he wanted her alone for a moment, without any of his members staring or eavesdropping. ''Of course.'' 

''Behave yourself, Mark Lee!'' Johnny yelled out, right before Mark and Ming left the room. 

''They weren't too much, I hope? They kinda toned it down from what they usually do.'' He hadn't heard what they had said to her when he was changing his clothes. 

She shook her head. ''They were very sweet, Seungkwan-oppa called Jungwoo, so I was busy with that.'' Ming chuckled, sending a quick glance his way. 

He led her to a more secluded area, away from the crew, camera's and most importantly, teasing members. ''Aaah~ that's good.'' 

''But seriously, thank you so much for coming here, I really appreciate it.'' Ming became almost emotional with how sincere and grateful Mark sounded. Ming momentarily rubbed his arm. ''You really don't have to thank me, Minhyung.'' 

''No, I do! The last time we spoke, it was… well you know,'' he stuttered, remembering Chenle's teasing at the Dream Show, ''and I was kinda scared that maybe you didn't wanna hang out with me anymore, so when you said agreed to come- I don't know, it just made me very happy, Yer.'' With the way he was speaking, it almost sounded like a confession. 

Ming's cheeks colored red for the nth time that night. ''You're making me flustered, I don't know what to say.'' Her hands rubbed her cheeks, trying to cool them. 

Mark took a step closer to her, once he noticed no one was around. ''Hey, uh, I have to go in a few minutes, but, uh, I was wondering if I, uh, well, if you maybe- you don't have to if you don't want to, I know we haven't seen each other in a while and, uh-'' 

''Minhyung-ah,'' Ming interrupted him, ''calm down, it's just me.'' Mark was a stuttering mess and as much as Ming loved him in a flustered state, she didn't want him to be this nervous in front of her. 

He nodded, looking at the ground. ''In like one minute, they're gonna ask me to come down and I need a lot of luck tonight for the show, so if you don't mind would you be able to, uh, give me a good luck-'' ''Kim Yerim, is that really you?'' 

''Oh, for fuck's sake.'' Mark muttered as he was interrupted. 

Ming looked behind the frustrated man and saw Taeyeon and Minho approaching them. She quickly bowed as they were senior artists. ''Hello, sunbaenims!'' She greeted them. 

''They didn't tell me you were here! Oh, hi Mark.'' Taeyeon immediately went in for a hug, while briefly addressing the NCT member. 

Minho stuck out his fist for a fist pump and she reciprocated, nervously laughing while doing. ''Mark, they want to take a picture with the entire group, we came to find you.'' He explained their sudden appearance. 

While Minho and Mark were busy with each other, Taeyeon whispered in Ming's ear. ''I didn't know he was your boyfriend.'' A slight smirk attached to the sentence. 

Ming quickly shook her head. ''No, no, we're just friends.'' 

''Friends don't look at each other like that.''

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[kuromhiel]

your 'it was supposed to be a kiss' thingy was so cute waht ☹️☹️

I WANTED TO ASK IF YOU COULD WRITE IT IN MORE DEPTH IR WHAT HAPPENS AFTERWARDS(?) IDK ANUTHING WILL DO

SENDING LOTS OF LOVE MWAH MWAH

HI OMG I LITERALLY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW A NOTIFICATION FROM MY INBOX, I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE FINALLY REQUESTED ME!!!! I WAS SO LAZY TO WRITE "It was supposed to be a kiss..." BUT I HAD NO CONTENT SO I JUST POSTED IT WITH NOT THAT MUCH MEANING OR ANYTHING!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH♡♡ SORRY IF I GOT ANYTHING WRONG FROM YOUR REQUEST, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ONE!!! +If you were expecting a suggestive/NSFW one I apologize, I can't do that, I'm 14 rip😔

PLEASE REQUEST PEOPLE!!!

It was supposed to be a kiss...

+more details+plot ver.

Warning(s): Swearing, Alcohol.

Lonely nights are what you expect every single day after the end of college. The only thing you thought after graduating was you working your ass off to get money, to pay for your rent, debts, and all that.

But after you met him. Your days and nights aren't filled with such lonliness anymore, you may be thinking, he has a job, doesn't he? Oh, he does. That's what you both decided to adopt a pet dog, to keep you sane from lonliness, at least.

Today was your anniversary, you were going shopping as your man had been busy with work, reassuring you he would make your date quite special tonight. You pondered, wondering why he had a job on a Sunday, but to his response, he said, "Oh, it's my boss' birthday today, I might get fired if I don't bring a gift and attend!"

You were sure he joked about the fired part, although you were quite upset he couldn't keep you entertained for at least half of the day. But at night, at least he'd go ahead and make it quite special.

You were glad a few of your friends weren't busy and attended your shopping spree date. Them helping you pick out cute and fiesty dresses to wear to impress him. You giggled as the girls complimented you as "hot and cute" but also "gorgeous and ethereal."

As soon as you all picked out a dress for you, you were impressed, so you hope he would be, too. You both him a gift which was an expensive watch. You smiled as you traced the small diamonds circling the clock, and at the strap that shined as it was made in gold.

... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .

... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .

As you prepared for the night, you left the gift on the kitchen counter, hoping for him to see it and open it.

You wore a dazzling silky red dress, the black gloves complimenting it perfectly, a glass of wine placed at the side of your vanity.

You grinned at yourself, curling your hair to make you look even more gorgeous. You applied eyeliner and lastly, lipstick. The scent of red wine while your favorite romantic song played across the room setted the mood, along with the yellow light coming from your vanity and you applying red lipstick to your lips made it look like you were in that one specific movie scene.

You looked away from your vanity, applying the lipstick on your lips as you relaxed. You heard the sound of a door knob turn, making you grin while looking down, feeling giddy.

As you continued to apply lipstick, now looking at the mirror of your vanity, trying not to look suspicious. When you heard the door close, you couldn't help but smile as the lipstick slightly went to the side, but surprisingly you didn't notice.

You heard footsteps come up to you, catching you by surprise when you felt your head tilt up and side ways. Your gaze landed on your favorite human being.

"Hi..." You smiled, looking at the man who was leaned closer to you, "Hello, my love." He smirked.

His tuxedo made him 100 times hotter than you expected, trying to hide the sheepish grin that's forming in your mouth. He observed your reaction, earning a chuckle from him.

"My, my, you look gorgeous, tonight. You always look gorgeous, but right now...I can't even explain." You laughed at his compliment, cupping his cheeks as his face was full-on red.

You were about to lean for a kiss, only for his thumb swiping the side of your lips, red painted his thumb as he puts it on his lips. Licking his lips as he maintained eye contact.

"Mmm, strawberry flavored." He grinned, leaving the room as he hummed the tune of the song that played on the radio.

You pouted, upset that he didn't do what you wanted him to do, looking at your vanity as you sighed.

"It was supposed to be a kiss..."

You heard a car beep which made you jolt up, moving quickly as your heel taps on the floor, getting your handbag as you ran out the door.

You walked gracefully to the car, surprised that it was quite clean today. And also, neatly polished.

As soon as you opened the car door open, he looked serious while he looked at the road, making you tilt your head in curiosity.

"What made you so fine today?" You chuckled, him grabbing your hand as he kissed it. "I dressed my best, just for you, my love." He smirked, the car zooming to where he takes both of you.

He brought you to a private place, the dazzling lights and roses on the grass were enough to make you faint. As you turned around, he disappeared, making surprised.

"Love?" You called out, but to no avail, there was no answer. You decided to follow the petals, cringing at the cliche move he made. Which led you to a cute picnic on the grass.

Sure, it wasn't all that great but spending time alone together was a hundred times better than waiting in line to be in a fancy restaurant.

You sat down on the blanket, watching a cake that had words writen on it, "Look behind you." You said aloud, furrowing your eyesbrows as you whipped your head around.

There he was kneeling infront of you, holding a box as he opens it, revealing a diamond ring. "This is so cliche." He giggled, earning a sharp gasp from you.

You can't help but feel your warm tears stream down your face. "W-won't you ask me to marry you!?" You scolded him, as you smiled.

"Hm? Actually, I want to be with you forever, I want to be yours. Is it okay for you to be mine? Forever?" He asked, his eyes were practically turning into puppy eyes.

"It will forever be okay, my love." You replied, him wipping your tear stained cheek in response. "Now I have permission to be with you forever, will you marry me?" He asked.

You jumped on him, repeatedly saying yes as you laughed with him on the ground. He laughed with you, giving you a big and long kiss as you were ontop of him.

You gave a thousand kisses back his face stained with your lipstick.

From it was supposed to be a kiss to a kiss that was supposed to happen.

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[leviathans-watching]

Any chance we could make Leviathan suffer only to drown him in affection afterwards? He's dating mc and overhears them saying some very nasty things about some demon who was harassing them earlier. Unfortunately, a few of those traits could also be twisted to describe him so Levi thinks the worse and runs off. Mc of course has no clue. Maybe headcanons of him running up to one of his brothers and them conforting him before confronting mc? They've never seen him this upset and are ready to fight.

misunderstandings with levi

includes: levi x gn!reader, simeon & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .9k | rated t | m.list

a/n: thank you for the req and i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi <3 <3 <3

warnings: hurtful words, fighting/arguing, misunderstandings, mentions of creepy people/behavior (harassment), mc invoking the pact, hurt/comfort

please reblog!!

“again, I’m so sorry that that happened to you,” simeon says. “i’ll make sure to alert lucifer and diavolo about the incident so that the proper steps are taken to remove him from the school.”

“thank you,” you say, unlocking the door to the house of lamentation, “that really means a lot. it was so scary!”

“i can imagine,” simeon says, laying a comforting hand on your arm. “it’ll all get taken care of. there’s definitely footage of the incident so you probably won't even have to testify if you don’t want to.”

you’d been minding your own business when a random demon had suddenly come up to you, being really pushy and overbearing. you’d even tried to move to a new spot but he’d been clingy, following you. it was only when you saw simeon did you feel relieved, quickly telling him about the situation.

“would you like to come in?” you invite, holding the door open. “i’m sure i could rustle up a snack or something to drink for my savior.”

simeon laughs. “sure, why not? solomon can hold the fort down at purgatory hall for a little longer. thank you.”

“i should be thanking you,” you say, leading the way to the kitchen. you’re feeling pretty buoyant with relief, which is why you don’t immediately notice levi and lucifer at the table, along with the sour mood that's over them.

lucifer clears his throat and you look over. as you look closer, you see it’s clear that levi’s upset, as his eyes are red-rimmed and his face is blotchy.

“levi,” you say, earlier promise to get something for simeon forgotten, “what’s wrong?”

“as if you’d care!” levi spits venomously, and you stop in your tracks, stunned.

“what? levi, what’s going on?”

“you need to leave,” lucifer says instead of answering you, only making you more confused. “i don’t think having you stay here is a good idea any longer.”

“h-huh?”

“lucifer, what is the meaning of this?” simeon asks, stepping up beside you. his presence immediately comforts you, even as you still feel fearful and uneasy as you look into lucifer’s angry eyes.

“how dare you act innocent too, simeon,” lucifer growls. “i thought you were a friend. someone i could trust. but to hear that you’ve been engaging in slanderous discourse of my brothers behind their backs, along with mc, well, i’m disappointed.”

“what?” you gasp. “what are you talking about?”

“don’t play coy,” levi begins bitterly “‘he’s just so pushy and clingy that i can’t stand when he’s around me. his freaky orange eyes really get on my nerves. i hate when he looks at me.’ that's what you said about me!”

these were the words you had said to simeon earlier when describing the demon who’d been bothering you! not about your wonderful boyfriend!

“i think there’s been a misunderstanding,” simeon says, visibly fighting for composure. the situation is rapidly spiraling out of control and you need to somehow reign it in quickly.

“everybody stop!” you shout, invoking the pacts. levi and lucifer are frozen, and simeon turns to you gratefully. “please listen to me,” you say desperately. “you’ve got it all wrong!”

“so. explain.” lucifer grinds out with difficulty. as quickly as you can you explain the situation, with simeon backing you up along the way. there’s only silence after you’re done explaining, and tentatively, you release your hold on them. levi immediately sags, before jumping up and grabbing your hands.

“i’m so sorry!” he blubbers, eyes watery. “to be acting like this when you were going through something so awful… i’m terrible!”

“it was a misunderstanding,” you say, and he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck. you’re a little embarrassed by it, especially since it’s in front of both simeon and lucifer, but you’ll let it slide this time since you kind of need the contact too.

“i’m terribly, terribly sorry, mc,” lucifer says to you, “please forgive me. seeing levi so worked up provoked my ‘older brother’ instincts. which is definitely not an excuse, but-”

“i get it,” you say quickly. “and really, it’s okay. we’ve figured it out, no use dwelling on the situation.”

“i suppose you’re correct.” lucifer turns to simeon. “shall we visit lord diavolo and get this scum dealt with?”

“yes,” simeon replies lowly, and you’re grateful that he’s on your side. “let’s do that.”

they take their leave, but not before you say thank you to simeon, grateful for all of his help. he’s truly the mvp. when they’re gone, you squeeze levi before gently extracting yourself from his hold. he seems to have calmed down some, thankfully.

“i’m really sorry,” he says again. “i shouldn’t have made assumptions and turned it into a big thing. i understand if you’re upset.”

“i’m not,” you decide truthfully, “just happy that it’s over. thank you for the apology.”

levi nods, fingers still wrapped in the fabric of your shirt, and you’re hit with a bolt of fatigue from all of the day’s excitement.

“what do you say we go to your room and cuddle,” you offer, wanting nothing more than to get wrapped up in a bunch of blankets (and levi’s arms).

“that sounds nice,” he says, squaring his shoulders. “but you have to pick what we watch.”

“okay,” you agree easily, and then yelp in surprise as you’re suddenly picked up. levi holds you against his chest and you thread your arms around his neck. “hey! put me down!”

“no way,” levi says, managing your weight easily. “let me dote on you a little, to make up for earlier.” you know it’s futile to argue with him so you just let him do as he pleases, which is, apparently, laying you down tenderly in his bed, swaddling with blankets, and then attempting to tend to you for the rest of the afternoon.

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[icemankazansky]

Just gonna put this in an ask so it doesn't have to be broadcast across the entirety of tumblr if you don't want it to be--I'm so sorry about that ridiculously rude anon! Your PFP is great (I laughed out loud when I first saw it, it's what Mr. Kazansky deserves <3), and your CHOICE of PFP is literally not anyone's business but yours. So, to counter the assholes, please take this random stranger on the internet's good opinion and fond regard. I hope you keep doing what you're doing! <3 <3 <3

Ah, first of all, apologies for the late response; apparently I don't know how to operate my inbox. (Fuckin mobile, amiright?)

Thank you, random stranger. I do appreciate that very much.

And I, too, want Ice to live his best life.

Pink is his color. I don't know what to tell the haters ya.

#asks answered

[nervousgardenerkid]

okokok second brainrot of the night (im thinking of sending in brainrots in either pairs or trios so i apologize for inbox spam i just love steve <3)

so im currently doing a theater internship under a stage manager and i love it but literally the food they provide is shit. like they only provide vegetables and gross bitter tea, white chocolate (the worst chocolate) and everything bagels

so imagine reader just complaining to steve about the shit food options at their internship and steve just breaking ten million traffic laws and driving as fast as possible to drop off actually good food for reader during the small window of time that is their break :)

i was working on the cheer manager one when i saw this and just had to write it!! i was in theatre and my director was a BITCH fuck you nina anyways here's a cute little blurb!!

fumes. you were running on pure fumes. you looked around the room and half of the cast were either half asleep, or bouncing off the walls thanks to the endless caffeine they've consumed. you let out a yawn and jumped as the auditorium door slammed shut.

“okay people, listen up!” your director shouted. you gulped down the bundle of nerves that were surfacing as she stormed on stage. you nudged the lead mumbling a sorry when she whined out.

“y/n, i'm so hungry, and sleepy.” she whispered.

“me too babe, they don't call it hell week for nothing.” you sighed out.

opening night was in five days and everyone was losing it. tears have been shed, fights have been broken up, and you swear if tiffany asked for her line one more time your director was gonna lose her shit. you weren't listening to whatever she was saying but you saw your hand moving across your notebook writing things down. even though everything was going in one ear and coming out the other you knew everything that was being said already.

“okay!” your director clapped. “who's ready to eat-”

the auditorium door was opened, heads turned and you let out a gasp when you saw steve holding five boxes of pizza.

-

“i mean seriously, who the fuck does she think she is?!” you shouted from the shower. steve was brushing his teeth as he grunted in agreement with you. you turned off the water and stuck your hand out, silently asking steve for your towel.

“so wait,” he said, handing you your towel and then rinsed out his toothbrush.

“today she fed you guys celery, stale bagels, and tea?”

“not just any tea steve! bitter tea!” you exclaimed stepping out of the shower. “everyone in the cast is starving for some real food and i swear if i don't get any food in my system i'm gonna eat her.”

-

“excuse me young man-”

“i'm so sorry miss, this must've been a prank call, gosh they already paid too. do you mind if i just leave this here?” you looked at steve’s outfit trying not to laugh when you saw he was wearing argyle’s work uniform from when the byers visited town.

“i've never even heard of surfer boy’s pizza.”

steve set the pizza down on the edge of the stage and sent you a wink.

“yeah we started in california but we're slowly expanding, anyways cheers to you guys! enjoy the pizza!”

the cast members, including you, all ran to the pizza boxes moaning and groaning and taste of real actual food. your director rolled her eyes telling everyone to go home and rest cause tomorrow was going to be a busy day. you snuck away with a box of pizza in your arms and met steve in the parking lot.

“babe how did you get here so fast?” you asked while kissing his cheek.

“when the byers were in town i went for a ride with argyle, he showed me a few things. apparently there's no traffic laws in california.”

you furrowed your brows. “i'm pretty sure there are.”

steve shrugged his shoulders. “doesn't matter, i'll break everything traffic law to get to you and make sure you're eating real food.” he pulled you in for a kiss and smiled against your lips.

“you taste like pizza, give me a slice.” he said while reaching for the box.

you snatched it away and looked at him like he had three heads. “i stole this pizza for me, not for you.”

steve put his hands in the air signaling he surrendered and opened the passenger door for you.

“you're scary when you're hungry.”

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