#to do things happily means to do them with a lot of luck and good fortune
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childhood crush
pairing. fem!reader x portgas d. ace.
summary. you and ace accidentally meet up after some time away.
contains. fluff, cursing, mild spoilers for ace’s backstory.
word count. 1k.
note. in my head, everybody in one piece is alive and well.
ace has known you for as long as he can remember.
you used to be a wee little thing. much, much smaller and weaker in body than he was. it isn’t helping that the memories of you he can recollect are the ones where you cry out loud, seeking for his help.
you were in the same league as luffy, as sabo once told him. a crybaby. you never once stopped chasing after them — no, him. solely because of the command old dadan told you about: to keep watch over him when she’s not around.
although, you being his watchdog never ended well for you.
he’s born strong and wild, and you simply weren’t. you carried more scratches and bruises than they did after running amok the mountain’s forest, and that was on a daily basis.
even luffy’s suffering was nothing compared to what you gained running after him.
that went on for some years. him doing whatever he wanted and you cleaning up the mess he left behind, heavily exasperated to your wit’s end. it was what actually made him fond of you.
yet the time has come for his promise to luffy and sabo to finally gear up.
“take care, ace!” luffy waved from the cliff, a huge grin across his face.
“yeah, see you, luffy!” he replied from his boat, the very symbol for his first adventure. the catalyst of many more to come. “i’ll be going now!”
“i’ll be a lot stronger when i leave here in three years!”
ace returned his grin, letting the powerful waves of the sea take him to wherever it desires. there was a round of ‘take care’s and ‘good luck’s, but there was one particular reminder that stood out to him.
“ace! don’t forget about us!” you bellowed. “don’t forget about me!”
he laughed, “i can’t even if i want to!” he hoped that the crashing sounds of the water wouldn’t tamper down the truth in his voice. then, before he couldn’t see the figures on the cliff anymore, he raised his arms and waved his goodbye.
that was some time ago.
now, he watches with comical bewilderment as you expertly skip some of the bar tables to run to where he’s sitting at.
“ace? is that you, ace?”
he gawks, then breathes out your name, confusing the first division commander sitting beside him.
“you know her?”
“ace!” you squeal upon reaching him, immediately wrapping your arms around his body and crushing his bones. “it’s me! did you forget about me?”
marco wolf whistles from the sideline, smirking at the event unfolding before him, “oh my.”
“what are you doing here?” he questions, pulling himself back to look at you. and wow, he didn’t think you’d look, well for the lack of better term, this attractive.
“what do you mean? i’ve become a pirate!”
ace’s disbelief is loud and apparent. “idiot!” he knocks you by the head. “are you still following me? following dadan’s orders?”
“you wish,” you pout. at that moment, you finally take notice of marco beside him, bowing down and introducing your name. “hello, i’m ace’s childhood friend. thank you for taking care of this idiot.”
“nice to meet you-yoi,” he chuckles, warming up to you already. after a second, he glances knowingly at ace. “so this is her,” he comments.
ace hears the intention. loud and clear.
“marco,” he chuckles without an ounce of amusement behind it, “i think pops needs some checking up.”
“i’ve already administered him his meds, ace. pops will live for the night.” marco happily returns his attention back to you. “so, are you single?”
you freeze at the question, the same time as ace’s booming protest broke through the bar.
“knock it off!” he stands up, authority seeping through his skin. you’re taken aback with his reaction, hell, even he is taken aback. he lowers his head, embarrassed by his outburst, and timidly hides beneath his hat.
“i’m single,” you shrug after a moment. this makes marco snort, digging into ace’s mortification much deeper. “not sure why it’s a big deal.”
“oh, i like you already,” marco teases. the first division commander is beaming even as he utters the words. it sounds so smooth, so at ease, that ace feels a little jealous he can do it without worrying about what you think if he’s the one to say it.
“but i’m not available,” you voice out suddenly, and the two heads snap to attention. you give them a sheepish smile, “i already like someone.”
before ace could stop himself, he had already asked, “who?”
“oh please,” you scoff, not before pursing your lips as you avoid their awaiting looks, “it’s the same person.”
he squints his eyes, trying to remember if you had once told him you have a budding crush on someone. his wondering leads him to stare mindlessly at the wall behind you as he racks his brain for a clue.
is it luffy?
no, he’s way too childish for you.
“you mean to say you’ve only had the same crush your entire life?” he hears marco ask you, but it’s a bit tuned out.
sabo?
surely, you won’t punish yourself for someone who isn’t here?
“no way,” marco bursts out laughing, “that’s just bullshit.”
is it someone from your crew?
speaking of, where even is your crew?
“he's not even listening,” marco continues, repeatedly knocking his fist against the table, hunching forwards with laughter. “and yet you choose him?”
ace collects his thoughts and returns back to the situation at hand. he scowls at how the two of you have become oh-so chummy with each other — you giggling with marco, and well, marco almost dying with happy tears in his eyes, all while he’s time traveling back to his childhood.
“am i missing something?” he glowers.
“a huge one! a really huge one,” his co-commander slings an arm around his neck, squeezing it affectionately, “oh, you poor guy.”
“you mean, poor me,” you snort before reducing back to giggling alongside the other commander. reaching out you gently tap ace’s cheek, “it’s nice to see you again, ace.”
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Simon Riley it turns out, doesn't have a taste in furniture.
It's not that he has objectively bad taste. He just has none at all.
Which he reckons in hindsight he should have anticipated. He never really furnished his own place after all. Always lived in cheap, outfitted places. Never homes, always just places to stay.
And now he's being confronted with a question he can't answer.
"What would ye like?"
Instinctively answered with "Whatever you'd want, don't really 'ave an opinion."
Only apparently that answer doesn't count.
Even as a kid it was second-hand furniture. The few times there was enough money to repaint something Simon as the big brother had to let Tommy pick first. He usually went with blue. No blues then, that's a start right? He doesn't need to give his brain ammunition to pull him back to his childhood. It has more than enough.
And Ghost has all the blue he'll ever need to see in his life in Soap's eyes.
Good thing he didn't say that sappy shit out loud.
Knowing what he doesn't want is a start but nothing prepared him for a vast store full of things. To make choices like "Which couch do you think will give you the least back pain when you can only test-sit them for a few minutes?"
The only thing he knows for sure is that these gigantic stores would make for a mean close-quarter training ground. He's half tempted to ask Price if they can find one that's about to close down and no one would mind getting shot to shit. It would be a fun challenge.
"Simon, ye with me love?"
Shaking his head to clear it and then giving Johnny a quick thumbs up he struggles up from the sofa he'd been sitting on and contemplating.
"Ye like tha' one? Went right to broodin' on there like ye felt all at home."
"Fuck off."
The defense comes instinctively but he has to admit Johnny is right. Giving the couch another cursory look, like it might jump up and bite him, he can't help but be a bit perplexed.
It's very large, definitely bigger than Soap's old couch. It's also very...red. Which isn't blue. But still it looks like someone spilled an intensiley dark wine all over the thing. Did he like red couches?
Apparently.
Simon Riley, it turns out, has a great taste in furniture. It just took him a moment to figure that out.
He picks sturdy things. Solid woods, iron fastenings, robust. Somewhere in the realm between industrial and old hand made styles.
Soap has been trailing him happily, barely saying a word because letting Ghost pick is easy, he almost always found himself agreeing. It wasn't always his first choice or even something that caught his eyes, but slowly and surely the flat was coming together.
It made him giddy, even knowing it would be a while until everything was delivered and assembled.
It would be lots of warm colours, light wood and dark iron in contrast. But most importantly it would be theirs. Something they'd make their home together. And wasn't that novel?
Two trained SAS operatives picking the carpet they found most cosy? Not plotting for tactical advantages but for a home to come back to. A place to share comfort and to share nightmares and panic attacks.
Because no matter how right they got it they would still be themselves, drenched in blood and now on an appropriately coloured sofa.
Johnny knew he should snap out of the line of thought he was barrelling down before it took him to darker places, but he was ensnared already.
Would one of them sit in that flat, drowning in grief when luck finally ran out for them? Would the signs the other left behind before deployment be a comfort or would they feel haunting?
Or would it just be Price and Gaz, lost in a place that had been a home and was just empty? Soulless. Ready to be emptied of all traces that could tell of secrets that better stayed hidden.
Would it just be one of Laswells people, burning the place without a care, just a precaution after a taskforce lost?
"So it's no' tha' one for sure."
Torn from his thoughts Soap looks up at Simon in confusion.
"Starte' broodin immediately. Can't 'ave you in a shit mood every time you hit the sack. 'ave too many plans for tha' place."
Soap finds himself snorting as he gets up from the bed he was testing.
"Fuck off." he throws back softly. Sees a warm smile spread behind the medical mask on Ghost's face.
"Ye're right though and ye need to tell me of these plans."
Part 1 //Part 3
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The End.
Part five of The Devil Likes the Pirate Series
Tara Carpenter x Reader
Word Count: 8.9k
Summary: All good things must come to an end, even if the path to get there is a difficult one.
Warnings: Spoilers for Scream VI, some violence, and a few buckets of angst!
A/N: That's it, it's done! For my first ever series, it's not terrible! Sure it could be better, but I'll happily settle for it being good. I never would've thought that my silly oneshot would've turned into this, but I'm so glad it did!
The Carpenter’s apartment goes from being quiet enough to hear a pin drop, to the loud thunder of arguing voices.
Sam orders Tara to pack a bag, to get all of her stuff together quickly so they can take off.
Tara refuses, stating that Sam is overacting and that she doesn’t want to disrupt her life here in New York.
While the sisters are locked in a battle of crossed swords, you are preoccupied with your own feelings of unease. Mindy has been eyeing you with something akin to skepticism for the past few minutes and you are desperately trying not to panic under her scrutiny.
You have an idea of the conclusion that she’s likely come to. The attacks occurred last night, the same night that everyone was conveniently accounted for inside the apartment. Everyone but you.
All the current signs point to you and as daunting as it is, you can’t deny that if you were in Mindy’s shoes, you’d suspect yourself too. It didn’t take a mind as sharp as Mindy’s to piece together what it might mean that Ghostface reappeared at the same time that you were absent.
A sliver of luck is evidently on your side, because no one else but Mindy has stopped to consider potential suspects.
You know that it’s going to be hard to talk Mindy out of her distrust in you, but you have to attempt to sway her opinion before she notifies the rest of the group.
Without alerting anyone else, you cautiously wave Mindy over to you.
Begrudgingly, she makes her way across the room. Her arms are crossed firmly over her chest while you chew your lip nervously.
“I know how it looks, Minds, but it wasn’t me.”
She snorts, “You do realize that’s exactly what the killer would say, don’t you?”
You attempt to swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat. This conversation was going to be harder than you thought.
In the days that you were avoiding the rest of the group, Mindy had opened up to you about her trauma. She’d relayed that her uncle was known as the expert, the guy who knew just what to do to not only survive the killer, but to expose them. A ghost of a smile had appeared across her lips when she told you that she’d followed in his footsteps and taken up the same role.
The task of convincing the expert that they’re wrong is overwhelmingly difficult, one incorrect move and no one will trust you for however long these attacks last.
“I swear that I went back to my room.”
There’s a wide and pleading look in your eyes, but it’s going to take a lot more than that to persuade her.
You’re scrambling for anything that can back up your alibi. “My roommate saw me! I can text her, shit I’ll call her.”
Before you can dial the girl’s number, Mindy’s hand lands on your wrist. You snap your eyes up to meet hers.
“Alright, stop. I know how much you hate talking to her, you don’t have to call her.”
You heave out a sigh of relief.
“You’re not off the hook completely, maybe you were at your dorm but there’s still a chance you could be lying. It’s not enough to check you off my list entirely, but I’ll leave it alone for now.”
“I get it,” swallowing thickly, you nod.
“Good.”
Mindy turns to return back to the group, but stops short.
“You’re my friend and I care about you, but I won’t give you a second chance. If you screw up and do anything else that I find suspicious, I’ll make sure that none of us ever talk to you again.”
She doesn’t give you a chance to respond, but you don’t need to. You know she’d keep true to her word, and so you can only hope you don’t find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time again.
You remain in your spot against the wall for a while. It’s in your best interest to try and blend in, so you’re in no rush to reenter the room.
Most of the others are still sitting on the couch, Sam’s pacing back and forth on the phone. Tara stands in the entryway of her room with her arms crossed defiantly.
Sam turns to face everyone, “I’m going down to the station.”
She strides over to the door and Tara speeds over before she can exit.
“I’m coming with you.”
Sam goes to argue, but Tara cuts her off, “We’re supposed to stick together, aren’t we?”
Though you are situated directly adjacent to the entryway, neither of the Carpenter sisters spare you a glance as they leave the apartment.
A sense of apprehension creeps up into your chest, and though it’s glaringly obvious, you have a sinking suspicion that everything is about to go terribly wrong, terribly quickly.
Attempting to ignore the fact that you’ve now become a character in a real life horror movie, you survey the rest of the room once more. Mindy and Anika are hushedly whispering between themselves, Quinn has returned to her room, and Ethan is distracting Chad with some video on his phone.
You want to leave, to lock yourself into your dorm room to process the fact that there’s a pretty high chance that you might die at the hands of a knife-bearing psycho in a halloween costume, but you can’t. You can’t risk being alone right now, not only because you’d be privy to an attack, but because Mindy’s words haven’t stopped swirling around in your head. No second chance.
So, despite your want to be alone, you trudge over to the couch and perch on the edge of it. Your hands come up to cover your face as you try your best to think of anything other than the worst case scenario of the situation you’ve found yourself in.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you and the other occupants of the small apartment, another attack has occurred in the rundown bodega up the street.
Sam and Tara, who just barely evaded the long-barrel of Ghostface’s shotgun, are now sitting in the precinct’s interrogation room, accompanied by Detective Wayne Bailey.
Once he receives both of the Carpenter’s alibis for the attack the night prior, he shifts his questioning to the other members of the group.
Mindy and Chad are promptly vouched for, leaving you, Quinn, Anika, and Ethan vulnerable to Bailey’s queries.
The gruff man asks about everyone else’s whereabouts last night, excluding Quinn who, as her father, he can check off the list.
A reluctant conversation silently takes place between the sisters.
Sam gives her sister a sorrowful look, as if to say, ‘We both know who wasn’t there, we have to tell him.’
Tara’s eyes widen, signaling her response, ‘But Sam-’
Sam places a heavy hand on Tara’s shoulder, patting it lightly. She turns to Detective Bailey.
“Anika, and Ethan stayed over at our apartment after the movie night.”
“And Y/N Y/L/N?”
Sam pauses, trying to avoid catching her sister’s pleading glance.
“She left late last night, we don’t know where she went.”
Bailey jots something down on his notepad before looking back up at the two sisters.
“We’ll call her in for questioning.”
Tara stays frozen in her seat, unmoving. All the while, her mind is shouting at her to jump to your defense.
Her lips, however, remain pressed together in a thin, disconcerted line. She wants so badly to believe that you’re innocent, but a tiny nagging voice sings songs that you’re guilty and that you’re out for her blood, out to finish what Amber Freeman couldn’t.
Distantly, Tara notices that Bailey gets up to leave the room. She and Sam sit in silence, the older girl afraid to say anything in fear of upsetting her volatile sister.
Twenty minutes or so later, Detective Bailey returns.
“Before you ladies go, there’s someone here who wants to see you.”
The sisters stand and exit the room per Bailey’s instruction. A blond-haired woman shuffles forward.
Sam’s eyes light up, “Kirby!”
The blond chuckles, “Sam!”
Kirby greets Tara, the small girl giving her a tight-lipped smile in return.
As the two catch-up, the sight of a figure being led in by an officer snags Tara’s attention.
Back with the rest of the group, you remained in your own little bubble while everyone else chatted amongst themselves.
Following the pattern that has been laid out for you, your peace was quickly disturbed.
You had nearly dropped your phone when it rang loudly throughout the Carpenter’s apartment. You answered the call, only to be told by the police that you were to report to the station. The call was kept brief, but you knew the reason behind it nonetheless.
Things only declined from that point forward.
You were nervous, extremely so. You didn’t kill the film teacher, nor did you kill Jason or Greg, but the fact that you were being treated as a suspect for the murders had you anxious enough.
You stood up on shaky legs, fumbling towards the door. Mindy pulled Anika closer to her at your haste, while Chad and Ethan merely side eyed you.
No one said anything as you left, and despite the want to sob into your hoodie, you kept your head high and bit your tongue.
The officer who led you into the station was nice enough, her eyes didn’t scream guilty guilty guilty like your supposed friends’ did.
You kept your eyes firmly on your shoes throughout the walk. A tiny, familiar gasp made you stop short in your path.
You looked up and met Tara’s eyes. You were conflicted at how you felt when you looked at her, your usual longing and adoration joined by several other emotions. Heartache, desolation, and gut-wrenching hurt.
She didn’t say anything to you, just blinked back at you with those gorgeous deep brown eyes, her expression completely unreadable.
You understood well enough that the cops were only aware of your potential involvement because someone had mentioned your name to them. You’d thought that Mindy had somehow silently tipped them off at first and sure, you were wounded by it, but the knowledge that it had been Tara? Well that nearly devastated you beyond repair.
If Mindy giving the police your name was a stab to the heart, then Tara having been the one to do it was six shots to the head and a complete dismemberment of your body.
You were entirely conscious of what the girl had gone through with the Woodsboro attacks, and how her previous girlfriend had been the one behind it all. But even so, was it fair for Tara to be treating you this way?
Since you've fallen for the girl, she’s done nothing but emotionally harm you. It started with her flirtatious teasing that drew you into her like a blissfully unaware moth to a too bright flame. She’d had you hook, line, and sinker, but to worsen your infatuation, she’d kissed you. You were trapped by then, drowning in everything that came in the small package that was Tara Carpenter.
Just as fast as she’d pulled you in, she’d pushed you away. She left you to piece yourself back together, and once you finally repaired the cracks, she was back, admitting that she’d wanted you all along.
And now, immediately after her admission, she’s accusing you of murder.
Though your head spun from the back-and-forth, you knew that you’d stupidly always be patiently waiting for her to reel you back in.
So no, it probably wasn’t fair for Tara to be treating you this way, but it wouldn’t stop you from wanting her all the same. How could you possibly distance yourself from her when she was all that you’d ever wanted?
Your eyes sting with the familiar need to cry at how pathetic you feel. You’re hopelessly in love with the girl who thinks you’ve committed murder. Isn’t that just spect-fucking-tacular.
You throw her a dejected look and allow the officer to continue ushering you into the interrogation room.
If Tara glances your way at any point after your nonverbal interaction, you don’t stop to notice.
You have bigger fish to fry than your ill-advised love for her, like the fact that not only do she and all of your friends see you as a potential murderer, but the NYPD does too.
You’re sitting in the room for a while, left to fester in the stale air. You’ve watched Criminal Minds and Law & Order, you know that this is a common tactic used to make criminals grow skittish. Though you are not a criminal, the biting silence in the room makes the tactic work on you all the same.
Your lip has been chewed raw and as you begin to faintly taste the sharp copper of blood, the heavy door swings open.
Two people walk in, introducing themselves as Detective Bailey and FBI Agent Kirby Reed.
Your skin pales at the title of the woman and the flash of her badge. They’d brought in an FBI Agent to question you?
They pull out the chairs in front of you and take a seat.
Detective Bailey clears his throat, “Y/N, we understand that you’re a friend of Samantha and Tara Carpenter.”
You nod tightly.
“We have reason to believe the sisters are under attack by a copycat Ghostface killer. Are you aware that both Carpenters were recently ambushed at a bodega near their apartment?”
The blood drains from your face at the mention of Ghostface by name. Wait-
“Tara was attacked?”
Kirby and Bailey exchange a look at your failure to include Sam in your question.
You, on the other hand, are mentally losing it. Tara was attacked, she must be so scared, so shaken up. It was easy to be distracted by your own involvement in the attacks, but god, this was Tara’s second time going through it.
Seeing how panicked you are, Kirby has to refrain from placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“She’s okay, Sam too. Just a few cuts and scrapes here and there.”
The fact that she hadn’t been heavily injured comforts you. You nod to Kirby in thanks.
Bailey, on the other hand, doesn’t care too much about your emotions. It’s clear that he’s taken over the bad cop persona, while Kirby plays the good cop.
“So, where were you tonight?”
Oh right, you’re here to be interrogated for murder. Any thoughts of Tara’s wellbeing float away at the reminder that she gave your name to the cops for potential murder.
“I was with Mindy, Anika, Chad, and Ethan, at Sam and Tara’s apartment. I came here as soon as I got the call.”
Bailey grunts and scribbles your response onto the notepad in front of him.
Once he’s done, he lifts his gaze up to meet yours and raises a singular, probing eyebrow.
“And what about last night?”
You bite your lip, suddenly feeling very fidgety.
“I went back to my dorm room and went to sleep.”
“Did anyone else see you? Can anyone confirm that?” Bailey stares you down, a tad bit menacingly.
“My roommate, she saw me this morning before she left.”
Detective Bailey reluctantly accepts your answer, and requests your roommate's contact information to confirm that she’d seen you. You give it to him readily.
Kirby speaks up, voice gentle, “I just have a few more questions, and then we can let you go.”
Something about the way she’s treating you so kindly makes you even more anxious. Whether it’s that or her status as an FBI Agent, you aren’t sure.
She speaks slowly, like your English Lit professor does when she wants the class to catch on to the author’s analogy buried deep beneath the text.
“I specialize in determining whether certain murders have any connection to Ghostface. I know a lot about copycat killers, and what might motivate someone to put on a mask and become a ghostface.”
You get what she’s trying to convey. Boiling it all down, she’s good at telling Ghostface apart from non-ghostfaces. She can tell the guilty apart from the innocent. Wait that means-
Suddenly, you’re no longer scared of Kirby.
Suddenly, you’re hanging off of her every word like she’s a life raft in the middle of a barren ocean. And metaphorically, she is. She’s your last hope in the series of accusing fingers that have been pointed your way.
Her eyes gleam with the sense that you’ve understood her hidden implication.
“So,” she pushes a singular photo in front of you, “Can you tell me who this is?”
The photo in front of you is a movie poster, with all the words edited off. A tall man stares down the camera, complete with blue coveralls and a pale white mask with tufts of hair coming out of the top.
Though you aren’t a huge horror buff, you recognize the character. But is it right to know who he is, or should you lie?
“Um,” you swallow and pause for a second, “That’s Michael Myers, from Halloween.”
Kirby hums, and slides three more photos forward.
The first one has a character that wears a red and green striped sweater, with razors extending from his fingers. Freddy Krueger.
The second picture’s character is donning a menacing grin, and has distinct clown-like makeup on. If the makeup doesn’t give it away, the singular red balloon does. Pennywise.
The third character you are admittedly less familiar with. It’s a bald man with a stark white complexion. A series of nails adorn his head, and he has a long leather getup. In his palm, he displays a glowing box. Pinface? Pinhead?
You lift a sweaty hand to point at the first picture.
Your voice is shaky, “Freddy Krueger from The Nightmare on Elm Street.”
You point to the second picture, “The movie IT, it’s Pennywise.”
Finally, your finger lands on the last picture. You’re hesitant, you think you know the answer but you’re still unsure if you should be getting these right or not. Would the killer know all these characters?
“I don’t know the name of the movie. And I’m not entirely sure, but I think that’s Pinhead.”
You think Kirby is pleased with your answer, because she simply collects the pictures and places them back into their folder.
“I know it's a bit of a weird process, but it actually gives me a lot of information. That’s all I need from you, you can go now.”
Kirby’s face remains impassive, not revealing her current thoughts. Detective Bailey, on the other hand, is looking at you with something akin to a scowl.
You stand up, legs slightly wobbly. Kirby and Bailey get up to leave as well. Bailey continues down the hallway while Kirby holds the door for you. Before you can make it fully past the door frame, a strong hand landing on your shoulder makes you jump.
Kirby glances over her shoulder to make sure Bailey is out of earshot. She pulls a card out of her jacket and discreetly slides it into the front pocket of your sweatshirt. “Call me if you need something, or if anything happens. Especially if it’s anything that could be related to you-know-who.”
You look up at her gratefully, nodding. It’s her close-lipped way of saying she trusts you.
She releases your shoulder with a small pat, and you all but scramble out of the police station.
Once outside, you check your phone for any missed messages. Surprisingly, you see one from Mindy, telling you to meet her and everyone else at the park just off of campus.
The same park that led to your Tara-related downward spiral. The same park that was home to the catalyst of your current separation from the rest of the group. Lovely, just lovely.
Reluctantly, you make your way over to the meeting spot, completely unsure of what horrible scenario would be awaiting you this time.
Once at the park, you stop a distance away from the group to take in the scene. They’re seated together on the benches, the only empty seat next to Quinn. Mindy stands front and center, no doubt about to shed her expert wisdom on everyone.
As much as you’d rather turn and walk away, you shuffle forward and make your way over to sit next to Quinn. The group has gone silent at your arrival, but you keep your gaze firmly on your shoes, not wanting to face the judging looks that are being sent your way.
Mindy claps her hands together to break the tense silence, “Okay nerds, listen up. As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time.”
She takes a deep breath, “The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel.”
Anika interrupts with a question, “Um, what’s a requel?”
Mindy gives her a sweet smile, “You’re beautiful sweetie, let’s hold questions til the end.”
After a few comments from Sam and Tara about Stab, Mindy launches into a ramble about sequels and requels and franchises. You’re listening distantly, but are more distracted by the weight of your own exhaustion. Being interrogated by two officers of the law took a lot more out of you than you thought it would.
Your thoughts are placed on a back burner at Ethan’s voice entering the conversation.
“Am I in the friend group?”
Mindy nods, along with a few others.
“Am I-,” his voice breaks slightly, “Am I gonna die a virgin?”
Mindy laughs through her nose, sharing a look with Anika at the boy’s admittance.
“Weird overshare, but that brings us to our suspects.”
You stiffen at the mention of the group’s suspects. So that’s why she’d texted you to come, not just to explain the rules, but to ridicule you in front of everyone.
She gestures towards the flustered boy, “Ethan, the shy dorky kid who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky.”
He splutters for a moment, “Wait- I’m a suspect just because I’m Chad’s roommate?”
Mindy scoffs, “Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could’ve fixed it to get closer to us.”
He remains silent, dumbfounded. Mindy moves on.
“Quinn, the slutty roommate, a horror movie classic!”
Quinn arches a perfectly plucked brow, “Sex positive, but thank you?”
Mindy rolls her eyes at the terminology. “How’d you end up rooming with Sam and Tara?”
“I answered their ad online?” She glances at the Carpenters.
“Say no more!” Mindy barks out a laugh, “You’ve already implicated yourself!”
Sam, sensing that Mindy is getting a bit too carried away with her antics steps in, “It was an anonymous ad, Mindy.
Tara nods, “Plus we vetted her, and her dad’s a cop.”
Mindy’s eyes widen and she exclaims, “‘Cuz having a cop dad is the perfect cover, do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?!”
Tara sits back in her seat, huffing.
Mindy shifts her attention to her girlfriend, “Next up, Anika.”
The girl blows her a kiss and Mindy catches it goofily. Her face quickly morphs into a straight look, “Never trust the love interest.”
Anika pales.
“And finally, speaking of love interests.” The horror-loving girl whips to your direction, and regards you more seriously than she had the others. You want nothing more than to shrivel up and shrink down to the size of an ant.
“Y/N, who might I remind everyone, we met while she was wearing a devil costume.”
The feeling of everyone’s eyes burning into you makes you want to throw up.
“We’ve known you the least amount of time, and I can’t be the only one who finds it weird that the only people you’re friends with are here right now. A killer, clearly trying to keep all ties short.”
You flinch and open your mouth to respond, but Mindy continues.
“You were noticeably absent the same night the killings began. And if that doesn’t implicate you enough, your perfect motive will.”
Though you want to scream at how unfair this is, you can only sigh and give in. At this point, you’ve realized there’s nothing you can do to make yourself seem less suspicious. They all think it’s you, so why defend yourself when it would only fall on ears that are unwilling to listen?
“And what would my motive be?”
Mindy grins, victoriously.
“You’re in love with Tara, and not just surface level love, no no no.” She laughs to herself, “You’re actually in love with her, and it goes so far deep that there’s no way out of it.”
The urge to throw up and empty your guts is stronger than ever. You’re pissed, but more so shocked that Mindy has stooped so far as to reveal this to the whole group. And right in front of Tara. She knows now, knows everything. The girl who can’t even decide if she wants to be with you now knows the full extent of your feelings for her. Fucking great.
The last piece of your dignity is gone forever.
Mindy speaks again, “She broke your heart when she said she only wanted to be friends. Trampled it even, and you were so upset that you decided to break hers too. Only literally.”
She faces everyone, clearly proud of herself, “There you have it folks, the perfect motive! Break my heart and I’ll break yours, but worse! A flawless romance-horror mashup.”
Everyone remains silent, just blinking at Mindy in astonishment.
Your restrained sniffles break the silence.
You rise, not even bothering to hide your tears or wipe them away. You’re broken, worse than you’ve ever been before.
Before you can stomp away, you meet Mindy’s eyes, letting her see exactly how upset, angry, and ruined you are feeling.
Your tone is even and still as you spit in her direction, “Screw you, Mindy.”
With that, you walk away, uncaring if it makes you look any more suspicious.
Watching as you move further and further away, Mindy finally decides to talk once more.
“I went too far, didn’t I?” She knew she always had a flair for the dramatics and it wasn’t the first time someone had been offended during one of her killer call-outs.
Sam had been the last victim to be scorned by Mindy’s words, “Yeah, yeah I think it’s pretty obvious you went too far Mindy.”
Ever the protective big sister, she glances over at Tara to see how the younger girl has taken the news.
Tara is sat as straight as an arrow, eyes wide and blinking slowly. She looks utterly gobsmacked and as much as a little part of Sam wants to giggle like a child at her sister’s expression, the older and more mature version of her wins over.
“T, you okay?” Her voice is soft like a blanket, a tone she reserves just for Tara.
Tara comes back to life at Sam’s question. She shakes her head heatedly, “No, I’m not okay. Mindy, what the fuck?”
Mindy bristles slightly at Tara’s anger, no one likes being on the receiving end of her chihuahua-like biting remarks.
“Tara I-”
“Mindy, why the hell would you tell everyone that? She told you all of that and you just threw it right in her face?”
Mindy’s silence spurs Tara on.
“It’s one thing to accuse her of being Ghostface but to say all that? Really?”
Tara scoffs and pushes herself out of her seat. She starts striding to catch up with you, to say what exactly, she isn’t quite sure yet, but she’ll figure it out on the way.
To her dismay, a familiar hand catches her wrist and twists her around.
It’s Sam, because who else would chase after an agitated Tara Carpenter?
“Tara, you can’t go after her.”
“She’s upset Sam, and it’s not safe for her to be alone and upset with a killer on the loose.”
Sam frowns, lips almost forming a pout, but nods in agreement. “I know Tara. She’s really upset. But it’s not safe for you to be alone with someone who could very well be the killer.”
Though the shorter girl is still unsure of whether or not you could actually be the one behind the mask, it's the last thing she's thinking of in this moment. A snarl forms on her face, “So you agree with Mindy.”
The older Carpenter is quick to defend herself, “I’m not saying I agree with Mindy, I just don’t think that you and I should split up. Can we keep staying together Tara, please? I can’t let you get hurt again.”
Tara deflates like a balloon, the angry miniature dog that lives in her finally gone. She nods in resignation and lets Sam lead her back to the group.
Meanwhile, you finally make it back to your dorm. You pluck Kirby’s business card out of your pocket and carefully examine it. The only information given is a phone number and her name.
You debate calling her for a moment, maybe you’d be able to find some comfort in the agent. She was the only one who didn’t think you were Ghostface, after all.
You decide against it, choosing to instead stew in your overwhelming emotions. You’d finally been granted time to process the onslaught of events, a brief calm in the inevitable storm.
Just as it was weeks before, your bed remains your safe space. You move to plug your phone into your charger, but stop short upon seeing a message.
Tara: hey, we’re making dinner at the apt and having evryone stay over tn.
Tara: u should come
The invitation leaves you frozen for a minute. Why would she want you to stay over with everyone else? Was this some sick move for her to corner you and reject you once and for all?
You aren’t sure what to respond with, so you leave her text unanswered. You can’t think rationally right now, so you plug your phone in, lay your head on your pillow, and succumb to the swirl of your emotions.
You lay there, staring up at your ceiling and sobbing, for what must be a few hours. Your friends think you’re a killer, and Tara knows the full extent of your love for her.
Your phone, ever the annoyance, interrupts your breakdown with the alert of an incoming call.
Groaning, you roll over and pick it up without looking.
“Hello?,” your hoarse voice croaks out.
“Why hello, Y/N. About time we talked, don’t you think?”
The voice is teasing, like it’s somehow toying with you.
A chill shoots up your spine, and you sit up against your headboard. You sort of recognize the voice, but you can’t place how you know it.
“Who’s this?”
A laugh rings out and it somehow freaks you out even more.
“Since I like you, I’ll give you a hint. What’s your favorite scary movie?”
You drop your phone onto your lap and scramble away from it, as if it was purely responsible for how terrified you feel.
Shit, shit, shit.
Back when you were avoiding everyone, Mindy had insisted for you to watch Stab 1 with her, since you’d never seen it before. You tried to refuse, but she shut you up with just one look. Rolling your eyes, you allowed her to put the movie on.
Though she was providing commentary throughout the entire opening, you’d heard the voice that had spoken with Casey Becker on the phone.
You heard Casey’s killer ask her the same question you’d just been asked.
Fuck.
It was him, somehow, someway, he’d gotten your number and was calling you.
You were on the phone with none other than Ghostface.
Shit.
The person on the line chuckles, their altered voice muffled because of the way the phone is being pressed into your comforter, “Now I’ve got your attention.”
With trembling hands, you pick your phone up. “What do you want with me?”
“To thank you. Y’know because of you, I get a little more wiggle room. More time to be off on my own, carving up another person or two, or planning out exactly how I’m going to kill Tara.”
“Leave her alone!”
“Oooh feisty, but not a chance. I think I’ll burn her alive and shoot her in the head, just like she did to Amber.”
“Amber was a psycho and so are you!”
“Maybe, but you’re the one who everyone thinks is psycho.”
Clenching your fists, you remain silent.
Ghostface continues, “I think I’ve decided I want to play a little game. A new game I made just for you.”
Your heart pounds in your chest, full of pure fear. “I’m not playing any games.”
“Too bad. It’s a guessing game, it’s simple really. You guess if I’m in your bathroom waiting to spill your guts all over the place, or if I’m under Tara’s bed, ready to slice through her skin at any second.”
Your blood runs cold as you turn towards the tiny bathroom connected to your dorm room. The door is shut, and an eerie silence fills the room. Ghostface could be in there right now, and you’d be dead in seconds. Worse, he could be biding his time for the perfect time to strike an unsuspecting Tara.
“Tick tock,” the killer sings.
You steel yourself and cautiously position yourself upright, ready to bolt towards your door.
“You’re in my bathroom, come out and get me you fucker.”
The bathroom door stays shut, and you’re left poised in a tense position, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, I’m afraid you’re wrong.”
Oh god.
“Don’t hurt her!”
“I have to. We have unfinished business.” The words are spat out, clearly in raw anger.
The teasing tone plays through the voice modulator once more, “Thanks for being apart from everyone again, it really helps that you’re always able to take the fall for me.”
Ghostface ends the call. You clamber out of bed, toss on the nearest pair of shoes, and sprint out of the door, though not before grabbing the 3.5 x 2 inch card off of your dresser.
While racing like a madman to the Carpenter’s apartment, you dial Kirby’s number.
After one ring, she picks up. “Agent Reed.”
“Kirby!” You’re panting as you hurry along.
“Y/N?”
“Yes! Kirby you have to get to Tara and Sam’s now! Ghostface is there.”
You can faintly make out her rustling around, likely collecting her jacket and gun.
“I’m on my way. What happened, how do you know?”
“He called me, Kirby. He’s setting me up!”
“Shit, okay get there as soon as you can.”
“I’m trying!”
This can’t happen to you, not again. Your stupid emotions about everyone thinking you were guilty fucked things up even more. If they didn’t hate you and suspect you before, your absence now definitely cements your fate.
Your only hope is to make it there in time to help defend against Ghostface.
But alas, luck isn’t on your side. When you arrive at the Carpenter’s apartment, you’re met with yellow caution tape and the flashing red and blue lights of both ambulances and police cars.
Too little, too late.
You aren’t even sure what to do, not knowing if it’s better for you to turn and walk away, or to feebly defend yourself like a broken record. You see a body bag being rolled by on a stretcher, and the sight of it makes everything that you’re feeling so much worse.
One of your friends is dead.
You aren’t angry at them for how they treated you anymore, how they turned their backs on you so quickly. You can’t be angry. Not when someone died at the hands of whoever was behind this. Not when you’re being so cruelly reminded that this isn’t a petty fight, or a game night squabble.
One of your friends is dead.
You’re sad, instead. So immensely sad. And scared, your limbs still shake from the residual fear leftover from the phone call. The killer was taunting you on the phone, so shouldn’t you have been the next one to go? Whoever died didn’t deserve to, not while you just got to freely exist.
But like Mindy had said, you’ve been brought into a franchise, and everyone has a role in a franchise. Your friend is now nothing more than a notch under the famed killer’s belt, a tally for the rankings of a video titled ‘which slasher villain has the highest kill count?’
And your role?
You’re the killer’s toy, their beat-up ragdoll held together by loosened strings that they’d stopped caring about years ago, but still blame for every mess they create.
You’re the scapegoat, the one to blame, traveling down a path of loneliness and carrying around the killer’s sins for all to judge you for. Just when your innocence is proven, you’ll die, a sacrifice the killer is all too happy to make.
You sigh heavily, the weight of your thoughts resting deeply on your shoulders. You can’t feel sorry for yourself though. Not when you’re still alive, still breathing.
You can’t walk away, because running from your problems has just made everything worse.
The cops are distracted, so you slide underneath the caution tape. You sluggishly drag your feet towards the ambulance, further into the throng.
Mindy’s sitting in the back of the vehicle, a blanket wrapped around her shivering form.
You approach her, moving as shakily as a baby deer.
She sees you out of the corner of her eye. You watch as hers widen exponentially, “Stay the fuck back.”
You halt. The fearful and disgusted look in her eyes at the sight of you swallows you whole.
Tears cloud your vision, “Are you okay?”
She remains quiet, just staring at you, unblinking.
“Dumb question.”
Mindy blinks again.
You don’t know what to say, and you don’t get a chance to. You’re being ripped away from Mindy, met with Sam’s blazing eyes.
You can just barely see Tara behind her, looking smaller than ever.
Sam grips your chin, forcing you to look up at her.
“Where the fuck were you?” She barks.
The murderous glare she’s leveling you with has you shrinking into your skin. “I- I was in my room.”
“Liar!”
“Sam, please. You have to believe me, I’m not lying.” You’re crying now, because she’s still looking at you like an untamed beast waiting to rip your heart out.
Near blubbering, you continue, “He called me, Ghostface called me.”
The reminder of how scared and alone you felt on the phone with Ghostface makes your cry even harder, and Sam softens slightly, albeit still glaring at you.
“What’d he say?”
“He thanked me for helping him look less suspicious. He said it gave him more time to plan his next kills.” It’s a conscious decision not to include that he’d specifically mentioned how he’d kill Tara. Sam would rip your head off right on the spot.
She stares at you, trying to decipher if you’re telling the truth.
You heave in a breath, preparing yourself to finish your recount, “He made me play a guessing game. He told me to guess whether he was waiting to kill me, or Tara.”
Sam is scarily still. In the distance, you can see Chad harshly slamming Ethan into a van.
If Sam, Tara, Mindy, Chad, and Ethan are here, then that leaves…
Quinn. And Anika. God.
If you weren’t about to be strangled by Sam, you’d likely curl into a ball and sob at the knowledge that the two girls you’d seen earlier today are gone.
You’d beg and plead with Sam if it meant she’d believe you. “I ran here as soon as I realized he was gonna hurt her. You have to believe me.”
You stare up at her with shiny eyes, praying she accepts your story.
Without warning, you’re released from the death grip that she had on you. Sam backs away from you without saying a word, slinking back towards Tara.
You meet the younger Carpenter’s gaze for one brief second, before you tear your eyes away. You couldn’t afford to decipher how she currently felt towards you. It hurt enough to be painted as the killer, you didn’t need her rejection of your love for her to pile up on top of your already too intense hurt.
From your spot alone, in the middle of the group, you can hear Mindy telling an apologetic Ethan to get away from her. She tells him how the two of you are at the top of her list, and that she didn’t need either of you near her ever again.
Though you aren’t part of the conversation, her words still bruise. You might’ve called her your best friend once, probably still would, but she’d forever condemn your name.
You wallow in your sorrow while Gale shows up, sharing a regretful exchange with the two sisters. Kirby comes soon after, also checking up on the Carpenters.
Gale announces to everyone that she’s found what’s likely the killer’s hideout, and everyone silently follows along while she leads the way.
You walk a ways behind the group, arms wrapped around your own waist both defensively and protectively. A firm body knocks their shoulder against yours, breaking you out of your daze.
Kirby levels you with a worried look, “You good kid?”
“Don’t worry about me, ask the others.”
She clicks her tongue at your response, “Already did, now I wanna know how you’re doing.”
You reach a hand up and drag it through your hair, “Mindy hates me, probably Chad too by association. I can’t tell how Sam feels, if she thinks it’s me or not. And I can’t even bring myself to look at Tara, let alone ask her if she thinks I’m out to murder her.”
Kirby shoots you a sympathetic look, “That’s a lot for one person to deal with.”
You shrug, “Yeah well, nothing I can do about that.”
The two of you finish the walk towards the abandoned theater in silence.
Before you enter, Kirby places a hand on your arm to stop you.
“We’re gonna catch who’s behind this eventually. Why don’t you stick with me for the time being?”
Your eyes light up, “I’d love that.”
And truthfully you would. Staying by Kirby’s side will not only be comforting, but will also ensure that you’re no longer left to accidentally fall into a situation that makes you look guilty. For the first time since all of this started, you feel seen, like you finally have a friend that’s on your side.
She smiles at you and the two of you enter the theater. You soon realize that it’s less of a theater, and more of a shrine dedicated to the Ghostfaces of the past.
Everyone fans out to inspect the items. You’re stuck to Kirby’s side like glue, inching your way towards a display case.
She carefully places her hands atop the case, scanning her eyes across the items.
Pointing out a few items, she speaks out to no one in particular. “Charlie stabbed me with that knife, and that’s the same flannel Jill was wearing.”
You hum sadly, what she went through must have been so horrible.
The rest of the visit to the shrine is lonely for you. Kirby leaves to bond with Mindy, then to check on Tara. You’re left to stand in a corner, trying to blend in with the shadows.
When Kirby returns, the group clusters together, forming a plan.
As you sit by Kirby’s side in the van, the plan quickly goes to shit. The killer’s call is traced back to Gale’s apartment, leaving the Carpenter sisters to race to her rescue.
You and Kirby head back to the precinct for a while, where she combs through her files once more. She gets a call about a new plan, and the two of you hop back into her car, headed back towards the abandoned theater.
Sam, Tara, and Chad stand outside.
Chad points to you, where you’re standing by Kirby’s side. “Is it safe for her to come in with us?”
You swallow at his retort.
Kirby calmly comes to your defense, “Safer than leaving her alone, yes. Where’s Mindy?”
Sam explains that Mindy got separated and had to take a different train with Ethan.
Kirby quirks an eyebrow, “Okay, well it’s better if we wait inside.”
The others go their separate ways, leaving you and Kirby to stand by the door. She double checks the ammunition in her gun, and makes sure her bulletproof vest is intact.
A few minutes pass where you’re left to sit and wait. With Kirby distracted with her gun and you distracted with your thoughts, neither of you notice the figure creeping up behind her.
Kirby falls to the ground, groaning before she falls unconscious. Before you can think of screaming, you’re hit hard in the back of the head.
You land next to Kirby on the ground, head spinning as your world fades to black.
You’re groggy as you wake, but you quickly notice that Kirby is nowhere to be found. You stand and take a minute to regain your bearings.
Once you’ve calmed down, you start to make out the faint sounds of voices in the main room. You slowly approach, stopping dead in your tracks once you see what’s going on.
Sam and Tara are clutching bricks, trying to defend themselves from Quinn and Ethan, who are wearing the ghostface robes and taunting the sisters with knives.
Detective Bailey stands in front of them, waving around a gun as he monologues.
To your dismay, Quinn notices you.
“Well, if it isn’t our favorite accomplice.”
Bailey turns to face you, grinning.
“Come on over, join us!”
The rest of the group can’t see from where his back is turned, but his gun is aimed at you and his eyes are threatening. You comply, terrified as you inch forward.
When you’re within reach, Bailey reaches out and wraps an arm tightly around your shoulders, the force of his arm nearly knocking the wind out of you.
He turns to taunt the two sisters, “We couldn’t have done it without her. Your little girlfriend was a great help, Tara.”
Sam and Tara look shocked and then betrayal fills their eyes.
You’re confused, caught up in fear and panic.
Sam’s scoffs, “You needed four people just to take me out? That’s pathetic.”
Only now do you realize what’s going on. Bailey’s making it seem like you’ve been helping them all along, still not allowing you to be innocent.
Your eyes are wide and begging for the umpteenth time, “Wait, I didn’t help them!”
Ethan rolls his eyes, a tiny hidden smirk on his face, “Drop the act! This is the fun part Y/N, remember? Like we talked about.”
You try to wiggle out of Bailey’s grip, but he’s unwavering.
Your struggling causes you to meet Tara’s eyes. She looks devastated, like her worst thoughts were coming to life.
“Let me go! I didn’t help them, Tara please! Please it wasn’t me! They’re lying!”
Your cheeks are wet with your tears.
Bailey looks between you and Tara for a second before a smirk slowly spreads across his face.
“Well Tara, it looks like it’s up to you.” He tucks his gun into his waistband and pulls out a knife.
He gestures to you with the knife, “Girlfriend, or killer?”
The knife presses against your abdomen, ready to strike.
Time pauses for a second, while your eyes are locked on Tara’s. You’re pleading, the most desperate you’ve been up to this point. Your life is quite literally on the line, and if Tara chooses not to trust you, you’re dead.
Her mouth is agape, opening and closing, as she glances to Sam for help. Sam shakes her head and mouths a trust no one to her sister.
Tara remains conflicted.
Bailey growls, “Girlfriend or killer, Tara. Choose one.”
Tara’s gaze hardens, but you can still see how her eyes are flitting around worriedly.
She’s biting her lip hard.
You decide to try to sway her one more time, this is the girl you love, who knows how much you love her, though not by your choice. You don’t know if she returns your feelings, but this isn’t the time to be fearful of rejection. At least if she still doesn’t believe your innocence, you’ll die knowing you did everything you could to save yourself.
You don’t sound desperate anymore, just broken. “Tara, I- I love you. And I wouldn’t do this to you, or Sam, or any of our friends. You know me better than anyone else, so you should know I’m telling the truth. I have been all along.”
The room is still and silent.
Tara looks into your eyes, and whatever it is she sees, it makes her finally open her mouth to respond. She’s looking right at you as she speaks, “I believe you.”
It’s then that the room erupts into chaos.
You’re blinded with pain as Bailey’s knife enters your insides and twists around.
“You got it right Tara, but you’re too late.”
The knife is pulled out and thrusted back in. A trail of blood leaks out of your mouth.
Quinn and Ethan laugh. Tara’s screams ring loudly throughout the shrine, but she is held from running towards you by Sam.
You’ve lost track of how many times the knife has entered your body. The pain is so intense that you can’t even feel it anymore.
Your vision is spotty, and you slide limply out of Bailey’s grip to crash unceremoniously to the ground.
You’re left to wonder why no one’s ever said how sickening it is to feel your own life draining from your body. Maybe because they didn’t live to retell the pain?
As your eyes drift shut, you think back to the first night you’d met Tara. How you found her to be so alluring, so painstakingly beautiful. You remember the offhand internal comment you made after hours of blushing under her relentless teasing, when you’d said to yourself that this girl would someday be the death of you.
You’d laugh at the irony if you had enough energy to do so.
With the hopes of being reincarnated into a simpler life, you finally stop fighting death’s cold grasp and allow yourself to fade away.
And fade away you do.
Until the paramedics are pumping you full of drugs, their arms flying around you with practiced precision. They’re stitching, and bandaging, and doing everything they can to save your life.
Somehow, someway, they do it. They save you.
A week later, your eyes open for the first time.
The room is empty, your only company being a vase full of wilted flowers.
You’re covered by a thin blue blanket from the waist down. You’d reach down and assess the damage, but your arms don’t want to cooperate, still too weak to comply with your brain’s request.
Besides, you’re alive, shouldn’t that be all that matters?
It’s then that you hear two voices out in the hallway, growing louder as they likely approach your room.
The door opens, and you suck in a breath. It’s Sam and Tara, the latter of the two clutching a fresh bouquet of flowers in her uninjured arm.
They haven’t noticed you’re awake yet, still continuing their previous conversation.
“Hi.” You mentally kick yourself for always having the most awkward greetings.
They gasp and turn to face you.
“You’re awake!” Tara flies towards you and carefully embraces you, mindful of your barely healed injuries. You make a small noise in response, though eventually slowly lift your arms to return the hug.
Sam leaves to go inform the nurse of your condition.
The small girl pulls away to set the flowers down, before moving to gingerly sit on the side of the bed.
She lifts a hand to cup your face, silently stroking your cheek with her thumb.
“I owe you a huge apology,” she begins.
You shake your head, “We have plenty of time to talk about that, let’s just exist for now, yeah?”
She nods, big brown eyes scanning your face nervously. You watch curiously, as she seemingly works up some confidence.
“Is it true, what Mindy said?”
You pale, and meekly nod your head, knowing she’s referring to when Mindy exposed your love for her.
She’s launching herself towards you again, stopping with her lips mere millimeters away from your lips, a silent question of permission lurking in her eyes.
You glance down at her lips, wondering if they’re as soft as they were the first time you’d kissed her.
She takes that as your answer, and closes the gap. You’re drowning again, in everything that is Tara Carpenter, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
There’d be time to talk later, to work through your issues of trust with her and everyone else, but for now?
You were perfectly content with the blissful feeling of being consumed by Tara, of her expressing everything left unsaid with just her lips.
You’re scarred and hurt, beaten and bruised, but none of it matters.
You’re kissing Tara, and she’s enough. More than that, she’s all you’ll ever need.
Bonus note: Everyone thank @cartierdreamx for the happy ending, as much as I love it, r's death would've really fueled the evil angst rat that lives inside of me. Send me your thoughts, I'm so excited to hear what you all think after reading!
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Hello ! Idk if you still take request but I wanted to ask if you could do the reaction/head canon “they’re relationships with your/them being obsessed with your boobs” but with butt ? If you’re not comfortable with it that ok :) I really love your work/writing idk how to say it (and sorry for my bad English)
n/a: heyy~ i'm sorry if this is super duper mega ultra late. school is done for now and i'll go back to writing in the mean time. i'm glad to be able to do this request! hope you like it and thank you for the support 💚
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ATEEZ and Your Butt: A Saga
Hongjoong
man is either lowkey or highkey obsessing over your ass
if it's lowkey, then he'll just stare at it. maybe lick at his lips or bite it out of... satisfaction.
he won't really touch you, but you can feel those eyes of his burning lasers at your behind
i mean, it's not his fault that gorgeous ass of yours is out on display for him to gawk at. no it's not, you're wearing a perfectly fine outfit
but c'mon, this man is so in love with you that even if you wear a sack, he'll still admire your body
neways, if it's highkey then you're in for a ride gurl
he is not, and will never be afraid to grab your goodies aka touching is on
oh? you're walking past him? he'll touch it
you're cooking for both of you? he'll touch it
you're kissing him goodbye before he leaves for work? he'll definitely touch that for good luck
he loves you to death. it's just the butt that is a bonus but hey, he ain't complaining about it
Seonghwa
he thinks he's inlove with your boobs
then one day you show up with the tightest dress you have that accentuates your hips and ass
now he's more inlove with your lower boobs lmao
he is protective over it, like 'back off all of you lowlifes, this ass is mine and mine alone' vibes
no really, the moment he woke up and welcomed the fact that he does love your booty more than your boobies was also the day when he promised to do whatever he can to guard it
he brings a jacket/hoodie to tie around your waist whenever you decide to wear skirts or shorts
he stands beside you on escalators and stairs
and glares at people who dares to lay their filthy eyes on his prize
he'll try and play it off as him being a gentleman
but seriously, it's his and will do whatever it takes to keep it safe lmao
Yeosang
when he can't stop staring at your behind, that's when he knows that he's screwed
he didn't mean to, really, but sometimes.. things just happen
for a goddamn reason
and that reason is what exactly makes him sweat out of nervousness and excitement
he's nervous because he doesn't know how to break it out to you. wanting to be honest with his new found love for you
excitement because hey, he'll get to touch it anytime and anywhere if you'd allow him to
he planned it for days, even made a whole ass speech
but of course you had to ruin it
what kind of s/o are you? wearing such pants that made your ass plumper than before
and thus, he slaps. bow.
"nice rump, babe." *cue the silence and internal screaming before he smiles awkwardly*
Yunho
he is C R A Z Y over your ass
"c'mon, sit on my lap. there are no seats available anymore honey." no there are A LOT
puppy just wants to feel it every damn time
he looks at you expectantly while tapping his thick legs
smiles happily when you oblige because, fuck it, your booty is so nice
dude is not even embarrassed whenever he touches your ass in public out of habit
"oops sorry, my hands' default place is right behind you."
he looks at your behind with so much adoration pls-
how did he get so lucky that a nice and caring s/o with a loveable ass like you came into his life?
only the heavens can answer, but he will always thank them for that sksks
San
doesn't wanna admit it at first
but then he sees you in a sexy bikini during a beach trip
and he's lost it
'my god, since when did that ass went round and huge like that?' he thinks
and his hands will unconsciously grab it, your shriek pulling him back into reality
bcs let's be real, the moment his palm felt your goodies, he fell into this world of what he likes to call "Y/N's fluffy booty"
and from then on, the game begins
he acts all shy at first, but then he'll smirk and will compliment your ramp every time
he lives for the few seconds of you getting flustered
but he lives for it more when the next day, you'll wear nothing but his shirt and flimsy panty that he can easily rip off of you
he closes his eyes and feels grateful
"what a nice day to be alive" he murmurs with a smile on his face
Mingi
he does these subtle actions
like putting his hands in the back pockets of your pants
or tapping your ass to get your attention
he thinks you won't notice it but c'mon, he's not that slick
you did feel whenever his hands groped a bit harder
you saw how predatory his eyes get whenever you bend over to pick something up
and you will use that to your advantage
so on one fine day, you decided to test his limits
putting on an expensive lingerie and taking a seductive mirror photo of you, with your ass fully on display
you sent it to him while he's in practice bc that's what we do in this house (tease the hell out of mingi)
a huge smile broke on your face when you read his reply
"i'll be home within a few minutes. don't take that off."
looks like you'll have a long, fun night
Wooyoung
now, this guy isn't afraid to admit to the world that he LOVES your ass
whenever he sees you walking, he'll yell across the room, saying how hot you are and to please sway your hips a bit more
you'll blush and get embarrassed but you won't deny him
after all, you take pleasure in seeing him smile while his dark eyes watch your behind
his hands are always, ALWAYS landing on your booty
sometimes you'll get the shock of your life when a hand slaps on your ass out of nowhere
like c'mon, you can't even bend a bit without feeling that stinging sensation after
the most important part, this dude can even list a hundred reasons on why he's so obsessed with it
"sixty eight, it's so soft on my palm. do you want me to keep going? okay. sixty nine, i love the way they jiggle during se-"
you choked him after that because for sure he won't stop talking unless physically intervened
Jongho
honestly, it started as a joke
teasing him that your ass is your best asset
and he goes along with it, looking at your butt with the most judgemental expression on
and then suddenly, in his mind, it went 'oof, yeah it is true tho, that booty is nice af'
but he says the opposite because his pride won't let him admit that sudden thought
his realization made his new hobby tho, the daily observation on your ass
he'll say a remark about it randomly
like one moment you were peacefully stretching and the next you'll hear him say "your butt looks bigger today. have you been doing squats or something?"
you'll look at him with wide eyes and he'll reply innocently, "what? that's your best asset right? naturally i'd look at it whenever i can"
you were starting to doubt him
the one night when you two were cuddling, his hands snaked down to your ass
"i love these babies of mine."
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thinking about a maxiel take on good luck, babe! by chappell roan where
daniel is scared to commit to max despite the fact that they’ve been sleeping together for like, a couple years at this point, and that includes actual sleeping. spending the night. ordering food. laying on the couch together.
but it’s not SERIOUS, right. it’s convenient. they travel the world for work and it’s just easier this way to have someone always there to take care of each other’s needs. it’s just blowing off steam and getting a primal need met. that’s all. right? a person needs to be touched and they’re such good friends as it is and it’s just easy to translate that to the bedroom. the hotel room. the private jet.
and max has kind of tried to broach the topic a couple of times now. putting a label in this. exclusivity. they have such incredible chemistry in and out of the bedroom and max is ready to make this more serious than it’s been.
and Daniel’s like ‘ahh maxy you’re so young don’t settle down this is all good fun yeah?’
and max has heard daniel say something along those lines so many times and each time he just brushes it aside and carries on because it’s really nice to fall into bed with daniel and forget it all when they’re sweaty and spent and basking in the afterglow.
but it gets to be too much at one point, doesn’t it? max doesn’t want to break up (can he even call it that if they were never together to begin with?) but like. they have been. label or not. so he tells daniel that he doesn’t want to keep sleeping together if that’s all it is (and he knows that isnt all it is but daniel is scared and ashamed of himself and it used to be sad but now max is over it).
so he cuts daniel loose. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t see and hear things. they run in all the same circles and he’s heard stories about daniel sleeping around and driving to Nice to hit up gay bars and kiss and fuck all kinds of pretty boys and it fucking hurts every time max hears another anecdote but that’s life, isn’t it?
and max minds his own business and eventually he meets a really nice guy in monaco who isn't involved in racing at all. he’s just normal and nice and into max and going on dates and cooking dinner for him and happy to welcome max home during time between races and it’s good! it’s good. max is happy (as he can be. he’s pretty sure daniel is always going to be the one who got away but that’s just it, isn’t it? daniel wanted to get away and max had to let him).
so it’s two years later and daniel retired a year ago and fucked off to australia and max hasn’t seen him since and he hasn’t really thought of him in months either because: he’s getting married to his nice normal boyfriend who tells max he loves him openly and happily (something he never got from daniel). max is retiring the end of this season and though his boyfriend has been an open secret he’s officially come out for real in the sports illustrated story about his retirement and what he’s planning to do (“lots of eating good food and wedding planning!” and the journalist asks how that’s going and max says “always he asks me about this flower or that colour palette and I anyhow don’t care so much but it’s nice to look forward to the day”).
and daniel of course hears about the one little pronoun, the “he” heard ‘round the world and he gets obliteratedly wine drunk on the farm and he calls max at whatever ungodly hour it is in australia and it’s he first time they’ve spoken in over a year and max didn’t expect to hear from daniel ever again really but now he’s suddenly stuck trying to talk him off a ledge basically and max, bitterly, tells daniel “there was a time i wanted to be doing all of this with you and you always with the excuses ruined it" and daniel chokes on a sob and max reels back a bit when daniel says “I know” because daniel admitting that was never on his bingo card ever.
but max knows, too. daniel did this to himself. to them.
and max is getting married next month on summer break and daniel’s going to see pictures on instagram and throw his phone against a wall and be alone and hating himself for hating himself so much that he lost the only man he ever loved and no amount of regret is going to change the way max’s beautiful fucking face was lit up in a brighter, happier way than daniel’s ever seen in those fucking photos of his wedding day, kissing his husband in front of their friends and family and the fucking world.
and daniel is a world away in australia. drunk. and crying. and alone. staring at the dusty dirt road and into the horizon - vast and empty. just like him, now.
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I dare you to write a piece using a character that you want to, but have never had a chance to write for before. With the sentence "Well that was a surprise."
Saint or Sinner?
College! Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Word Count: 1,331
A/N: Amber!!! Thank you for tickling my brain with this dare! I honestly wanted to do Andy so badly, but this quote was screaming Lloyd to me and I couldn’t resist. To be completely honest, I had no intention of writing him, but my fingers tip-tapped away and I lost all control. I might’ve been possessed.
I also always plan on writing a Drabble, and then it ends up being as long as one of my fic chapters, but anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut (oral, m receiving), use of pet names, sociopathic tendencies, mean Lloyd, a twist?
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Ever since you were old enough date, you’ve been happily independent. You grew up in a small town, surrounded by blue collar families, including most of the members of your own.
You’d always had a keen ability to fit in anywhere, which you attribute to your upbringing. Your mom worked a corporate job, while your dad spent all day in a mechanic shop.
You were well off, but not raised like it, and you’d never judge those who had less than you, even though that’s what a lot of people expected.
Once you graduated high school, you got into Harvard where you met Lloyd. Lloyd was someone who was good at keeping his distance. You noticed it at first when you invited him to join a study group you had started with some other members of your cohort.
You received a terse “No thanks, Pumpkin,” punctuated with a curt nod and a wink, before he went to hang out with his other friends and his team.
You had made multiple attempts to include him in group activities, or engage in conversation when you could nab a seat next to him in class, but after some time, you stopped seeing him altogether. You could tell he was avoiding you and the study group you had become closer with. You’d probably actually call them your friends, becoming just as close as you were to some people back home. They picked up on the same things too, seeing that you were humble, and carried yourself in such a proper manner, earning you the nickname “the Saint.”
When word of that got around to Lloyd, he rolled his eyes. You were the complete opposite of him. Kind, welcoming, calculated, while he was cold, unpredictable, sociopathic. He couldn’t stand how successful you were, too. Professors and students alike constantly praised you, more than willing to help you in any way through your academic journey and career beyond. Where he schmoozed, you gracefully existed and got just as far.
You were perfect in everyone’s eyes, including his own, which is what infuriated him. There had to be a weak spot, somewhere where your surface would crack, and he had initially tried to find it by turning you down all those times, but it was unsuccessful.
None of the manipulation tactics he had worked so hard on perfecting for so long made you budge, either. He’d pluck out a random friend from your group to join his. Nothing. He’d sabotage your flash drive for your presentation, you’d have a backup in your email, ready to go. After you’d gone, you wished him luck and no technical difficulties like you had, with a giggle! He was enraged.
After being at the top of your class, the two of you were selected to go to a conference in DC. It was hardly supervised by your professor who had booked two rooms for you next to each other, getting himself a suite a few floors above.
You knocked on Lloyd’s door in the late afternoon, the day before your presentation. He opened it just enough to peek his head through.
“What do you want?”
You sighed with your signature smile on your face. “Did you want to go over everything one more time before dinner?”
He looked you up and down, face as stern as it ever was when he was dealing with you. “Not really, Sunshine.” He slammed the door in your face.
What Lloyd didn’t know was that all his little tactics were really chipping away at you. All you wanted was to spend time with him, to get close. You couldn’t help it. You’d be lying if you said it was in your usual friendship way, too.
No, you wanted more. There was something about how aloof he was that drew you in. You were obsessed and not willing to give up until you got what you wanted, what you deserved.
His little tendencies weren’t upsetting because he was rude, they were upsetting because they were keeping you away from what your body and the deep, dark recesses of your mind were screaming for.
The door slamming in your face was the last straw. Lloyd wouldn’t get away with this any longer. You could see what he was trying to do, and if you had any say, you’d make sure it failed. You were going to be the winner of the little mind game he was playing.
To be honest, by this point, Lloyd had given up, thinking you’d never break. You were just too sweet, a true Saint. Treating you like this had just become habit, which is why he was almost confused when he heard muttering on the other side of his door.
You had taken the magnetic clip out of your hair and maneuvered it against the hotel key card reader until it unlocked. The door flew open and your eyes landed on Lloyd, stomping towards him and pinning him with his back against the nearest wall.
He looked down at you, face unreadable beside his eyes being slightly wider than usual.
“Why are you being like this!? What did I do!?” You gritted out, your tone threatening.
Lloyd didn’t say anything, only the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.
“Tell. Me.” You slammed your hands against the wall, arms framing his head as you looked up into his eyes, your stomach pressed against his cock that was growing rock hard.
“Am I going to have to pull it out of you? Suck it out of you, myself?” Lloyd found himself at a loss for words for once. All he could do was part his lips slightly and give a small nod like he always did.
You began to unbuckle the belt of his ridiculously expensive pants, shoving them down just enough that you could see the hard-on pressing against his boxer briefs.
“Huh? Is that what you want? That what you need, Pumpkin?” You spat back at him, mocking his previous words.
His brain was finally beginning to catch up with the situation as he nodded down to you and you got on your knees.
“Yeah, do it. I know you want to. Suck me off.”
You didn’t need much more prompting, fueled by rage and control. You pulled down his underwear, his dick springing free.
You gave him no time to prepare, immediately licking from the base of his length to the tip before fully taking him into your mouth. Your mouth was stretching to accommodate his girth, but it was nothing for you in the lust of the moment. You set a vigorous pace, Lloyd’s head thrown back against the wall as he moaned loudly.
He pulled his head forward as his abs tensed, already close with the debauchery of the situation. He tangled his ringed fingers in your hair, helping to guide you along his length.
“That’s it. Keep going. Not such a Saint, are you?”
You hummed against his length in response, saliva dripping down your chin and his balls that you were lightly tugging in you hand. The other hand had its nails dug into his thigh, causing a slight sting that heightened the pleasure for Lloyd.
Before he knew it, he was coming down your throat. You pulled away as you swallowed his salty release, looking up at him and wiping off your face before standing up.
You caught his gaze again and Lloyd looked at you with bewilderment mixed with his post-orgasmic haze.
“Well that was a surprise.” He said between heavy breaths, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt again. Oh, he had no idea the tactics you had in store for him.
Your hands pressed against his abs in his knitted shirt. One stayed there as the other traced up his firm pec, past his collar and found purchase around his neck, lightly squeezing.
“So are you finally going to tell me what’s going on in the head behind that ridiculous mustache?”
Bonus A/N: Um… I don’t really know what happened. I think I blacked out.
#ST’s 100 follower truth or dare game#100 follower truth or dare game#truth or dare#dare#lloyd Hansen#lloyd Hansen x reader#lloyd Hansen x you#lloyd hansen smut#the gray man#Chris Evans#st answers
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THE ONLY ONE
genre. fluff.
warnings. kissing. takes place after the events of the s2 finale, but there's not really many spoilers.
pairing. husband!go won x wife!reader.
wc. 1.1k.
request. no.
a/n. finally writing for the loml in aos, prince go won <3 i'm surprised it's taken me this long cause damn 😭 i've been meaning to write a fic for him forever, especially since @blue-jisungs and i both go crazy over him teehee. if the self indulgence of this fic isn't clear from the way i write the kisses, idk what will make it clearer cause i absolutely would do anything for this man ‼️ i'm as delulu as you can get
“How did you know that I was the one for you?” You asked curiously. It was a dreary day— a perfect one to stay indoors and laze around with your husband; which is exactly what you were doing. You rested your head on his shoulder, hugging his waist as he read a spell book. But he wasn’t really paying attention to the words anymore. The book was a lot less interesting than you, or the questions that your brain prompted you to ask.
It had already been a year since you were married to Go Won. Your wedding anniversary was just around the corner, and as the king of the country; Won made sure that only the most luxurious of parties would be planned as a celebration.
“I believe there were many factors to that, my love.” He hummed in thought and you hugged him just a little tighter. “Of course, you know that Jin Buyeon recommended you to me. I probably would not have met you if it weren’t for her. Have I ever told you that I used to test you?” He turned slightly to look at you, a cute grin on his face.
You laughed in disbelief, “Really? I assume I passed those tests since I’m here with you now?”
He agreed, “Of course you passed them all. There were only 3, and they were all quite simple. Firstly, I needed to make sure you were more reasonable than I was. Secondly, you needed to make my heart flutter. And finally, my turtle needed to like you.”
You giggled at the last one. You remembered clearly how shocked and thrilled Won was when he first introduced you to his pet turtle. It had also been one of the moments where you realized you truly loved him. He was a simple man, but he cared deeply for his people and his country. His turtle was probably the most precious thing he owned, and he still cared for it to this day.
It had practically run to you (as fast as a turtle really could run) when you had first met. As funny as it sounded, that was all Won needed to know you were the right woman to marry. Apart from your attractive wit and breathtaking beauty— you had a good soul; and that Go Won knew from his turtle.
“I guess I should thank him for bringing us together then, hm? He should get his own spot at our anniversary banquet.” You mumbled mindlessly, lazy smiles present on both your faces.
“If that’s what you wish, then I shall see it done.” Won replied happily, shooting a grin towards the fancy water dish that his turtle was kept in.
Truly, Buyeon had not lied when she said it possessed good energy. It never seemed to stop giving Go Won good luck. It had separated him from Jin Mu, brought him closer to Jang Uk, and found him a wife all within just 2 years.
“Did I ever tell you that I love you?” You asked, smiling against his skin, your face buried in the crook of his neck. He smelled sweet, but it wasn’t any less regal than you would expect from a king. It suited him perfectly. He embodied everything sweet and lovely and playful. From his bright eyes to his slight dimple when he smiled; your husband only knew how to love you with his entire being. He couldn’t love you with anything less even if he tried.
“Daily, darling.” He whispered, too caught up in the feeling of your warm breath hitting his neck. Your lips hovered over the skin as if you were still thinking about whether to kiss it or not. But when you finally let your lips fall to meet his soft skin, he found himself smiling, leaning into you in hopes of being closer.
“It’s comfortable like this. I want to stay here all day.” You told him. You would never get tired of this feeling— this pleasant buzzing in your chest that felt so right. Only Won could ever summon the feeling, and you found yourself often thinking about how perfect it was. You would love him for the rest of your life, and even when you died, he would still be the only man you kept in your heart.
“I don’t have anywhere to be. It would be impossible for me to leave even if I did when you’re holding me so tightly.” He said the last sentence in a teasing whisper which caused colour to rush to your cheeks. He wasn’t wrong, and though you could hardly be asked to stop, you at least loosened your grip around his waist. You would hug him for the entire day if you could.
Go Won could tell by the way you shrunk your head down to rest on his back instead of by his neck that you had gotten flustered. You were always one to shamelessly flirt with him until the second he commented on it or flirted back. Your cheeks would grow hot and you would shy away from any affection that he attempted to give you. He thought it was adorable.
“Don’t get all shy on me now. What happened to the neck kisses you were giving me a minute ago?” He teased. Your arms were loose enough now that he could easily turn around to face you— something he had been wanting to do for a while.
You hid in your hands, too embarrassed to show him your face. He cooed at you, gently grasping your hands to move them down. He cupped your cheeks in his warm palms, only worsening your problem. He gave you a smile; a bright one that showed off his dimple and made his eyes sparkle with the love they held for you.
“Don’t look at me like that…” You mumbled quietly.
“Like what?”
“Like… I hung the stars in the sky or something. You look… so in love.”
“I am so in love, and I won’t stop looking at you.” Came his only response. It was a heart-fluttering one, one that you could only expect from your husband. He had always been expertly charming.
He leaned down to kiss you, almost as if completing his statement. And if you ever forgot how much he truly loved you, you were reminded of it every time his lips found yours. Whether it be short pecks or these longer kisses, his love was always displayed in both. When you kissed Go Won, it was as if you got entirely lost in the feeling of him. The rest of the world did not matter when his lips were on yours— it was just you and him, so very in love with each other.
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HAIII could you write the heta men of your choice with a gn s/o who acts like a cat?? (rubbing their head in their arm while cuddling, BITING (affectionate), knocking shit over to get attention, and most catlike of all LAYING ON/CUDDLING THEM RIGHT WHEN THEY NEED TO GET UP)
hetalia romano, prussia, canada, russia, england, and america with a catlike s/o
1.1k words ~ gender neutral headcanons
tw: a couple suggestive implications, but thats it!
a/n: people who let me do guys of my choice i am hopelessly in love with you. thank you.
Romano
Romano is such a cat boyfriend, so good luck with that. Absolutely nothing is getting down in your household, I guess.
He finds your catlike affection cute for a bit, but it's definitely not his favourite. He'll happily cuddle whenever you want, just don't bite him! it's weird...
But he'd love how you always lay on him when he needs to do something. He didn't want to do it anyway. Now he has an adorable excuse!
When you push things off counters, he just doesn't care. Sure, he'll give you attention, but only briefly. His house is a mess, a broken glass is nothing new. Plus, he does the exact thing to you all the time.
Basically, he's fine with it. Would prefer a more... mature S/O, but internally he knows he's just as bad as you when it comes to that. Maybe that's why you get along so well!
Prussia
Gilbert will never let anyone know this... but he's secretly a cat person. His massive dog army would make you think differently, but trust me on this (;
He'd just think you're SO cute! It doesn't even register to him that what you're doing is weird. He's just like, “Oh, you're headbutting me? I'll headbutt you back.”
His intense touch starved-ness makes your clingy and cuddly nature a perfect fit for what he wants.
Knocking stuff off counters would also work crazy well on him. As soon as you do that, he's running over and desperately cleaning everything up. You've got his full attention. First, he'll ask if you're ok, and then he'll get pissed. He promises to “punish” you later too...
(By “punishment,” he means he's gonna make you watch his terrible nerd shows.)
If you tried laying on him to get him to stay, he's just pushing you off. If he's in a particularly affectionate mood, he'll stay for a few more moments, but generally, you're just gonna end up on the floor. He's got stuff to do!
Canada
Matthew just... really doesn't know how to handle your affection. He hasn't had any romantic partners in a long time, so his only real reference for modern love is TV shows. And... they definitely don't act like cats in those. Are you weird, or is he?
He'll be super awkwardly accepting of it. Ok, you're curled up in his lap... so he pets your hair, right? When he wakes up to you laid flat over his body like a blanket, he just... doesn't know what to do. Where does he put his hand? Does he push you off?
Eventually, he'll get it. Then he's gonna go full cat owner mode. Constantly checking in with you, making sure you're always entertained, and cuddling you constantly.
He doesn't appreciate you breaking things to get his attention though... like, he's always willing to give it to you! No questions asked! You don't have to go to such drastic measures to get a hug.
If you flop on his lap when he's about to get up, he's just gonna accept his fate. You'll get no protests from him. Just... let him know when you're done, k?
Russia
Ivan doesn't even question anything you do. He just finds your cat-like behaviours super cute! It just makes him want to indulge you more.
Whenever you force him to continue cuddling, he just laughs and concedes. He's never had such a clingy S/O, and it makes him want to protect you even more.
However, this kind of thing does make him infantilize you even more. But on the bright side, expect him to buy you lots of cute clothes and build pillow forts for you two often (He might buy you a collar too ;)
He really doesn't mind you biting him. Once he knows you're alright with it, he'll probably bite you back! It's a weird point of pride for him to be covered in your little teeth marks.
Surprisingly, he also doesn't mind you breaking things to get his attention! He finds it... oddly romantic. Like, oh, you care about me enough to cause damage to things? Wow, you're so dedicated! (He has... problems.)
Basically, a S/O that acts like a cat would be great. He's such a dog boyfriend anyway.
England
Arthur doesn't see this as “acting like a cat” as much as he sees it as “immaturity.” Surprisingly, unlike how he feels normally about childish S/O, your behaviour could really grow on him. Of course, he'll always huff and sigh when you rub yourself against his arm anyway, but still!
He WILL get very annoyed by you sitting on his lap while he's busy though. Like, if he's just reading, whatever. But if you interrupt him when he's about to do something, he's just forcing you off his lap and walking away.
Also, do NOT break his glasses. Pissing him off like that will only make him ignore you more. Besides, if you wanted a super attentive partner, you really shouldn't go for Arthur anyway.
But despite all that, he really adores your habit of biting him. As long as it's not too painful, he does get a kick out of it, weirdly. When he bites you, it's always in a more... sensual way, but he adores how you do it so affectionately.
Basically, yeah, he thinks you're cute. But it's easy for you to get on his nerves if you act like that.
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Alfred... doesn't really mind. But he thinks it's more entertaining than cute. He definitely realizes what you're doing early on in the relationship, and loves to tease you about it.
But... he also can't help the urge to take care of you because of it. He makes sure to always leave cute little snacks in your bag in case of emergency, and he NEVER misses a call from you. He gets a little paranoid about you getting taken advantage of because of how immature you can be.
You can bite him. He probably wouldn't even notice you did so.
However you show affection, he'll reciprocate. He's not much into the headbutting thing himself, he's a lot more uh... traditional? But he loves it when you do it!
He has to resist squeezing your cheeks every day that he wakes up next to you. It keeps getting harder.
You pushing stuff off every surface doesn't make him mad per se, but he definitely doesn't enjoy that habit. (Specifically, he would buy a bell that means you want attention. It's much cuter that way, and also you aren't breaking his things.)
In conclusion: it would be a very sweet relationship (:
#not proofread at all#heta tag#hetalia imagines#hetalia x reader#ivan tag <3#arthur tag#aph russia x reader#hws russia x reader#alfred tag#aph england x reader#hws england x reader#aph america x reader#hws america x reader#hws romano x reader#romano tag#romano vargas x reader#aph romano x reader#gilbert tag#aph prussia x reader#hws prussia x reader#matthew tag#aph canada x reader#hws canada x reader
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Some notes, and then the fic will be under the cut
firstly: this is a fitpac fic centred around not getting married \o/
secondly: this will be on ao3 eventually, but the style makes me want to add at least one more scene? maybe more. i can't think of anything right now though and the second scene got away from me and i kind of just wanted to post it now. so tumblr only, and soon ao3
reblogs appreciated \o/ hope you enjoy \o/
Mike is thinking hard about something. But he’s keeping it carefully away from Pac which is never a good sign.
“What kind of flowers do you want at your wedding?”
Pac abruptly comes to a stop.
“Mike!” Pac pushes Mike and he stumbles a little, laughing. “I’m not getting married!”
“Yes you are. To Fit, right?”
“No! No, we’re—we’re not, okay?” Pac huffs. “I would, like—I’d think you’d understand it—since you’re aro, you know?”
Never mind that Mike is also married. It’s to a Goddess, so it’s a weird, complicated relationship, right?
Not that Pac thinks his relationship with Fit is weird or complicated, but… it’s not what people would assume, is all. Lots of people assume marriage is the end game to a relationship like theirs. Pac doesn’t agree. He really doesn’t think marriage means all that much.
Marriage is like… a false sense of security. He doesn’t need Fit to tell him they’ll be together forever because… well, sometimes things don’t work out. It’s nice to hear, but formalising it feels like bad luck. And next thing they know they’ll be leaving their kids at the orphanage because…
…Well, it doesn’t really matter why.
He doesn’t think that will happen, at least. Even if they do split up.
“Can you stop thinking? You’re so boring, Pac.” Mike rolls his eyes. “Marriage is about the party—about the fun, you know? Call each other whatever you want, I just want to be your best man, and organise a beautiful, perfect day to celebrate your relationship.”
“I don’t think Fit would like that.”
“Ugh.” Mike groans and lets his head fall onto Pac’s shoulder. “So boring.”
“Maybe you and Mine are happily married together, but we don’t need all that, okay?” Pac wraps his arms around Mike and hugs him close. Sways them from side to side. “Wanna help me plan Ramón’s adoption party instead?”
“Yes!” Mike pushes himself away, pulling out a notepad. “Do you think he’d like a chocolate fountain?”
Pac is probably going to push back on a few of his ideas—he wants to be the primary organiser for this, after all. Ramón’s his son.
But at least it’s distracted Mike for a little bit.
——
“Does it, um… bother you?” Fit asks cryptically.
And Pac waits a moment for him to clarify, but he doesn’t.
“Does what?”
Fit huffs. He turns on his side to face Pac, the mattress creaking slightly as he moves.
They’re pretty good at hugging, Pac would say. And leaning on each other while sitting next to each other. But they haven’t quite made it to cuddling through the night yet.
Personally, Pac doesn’t mind. From what little he’s gleaned about 2B2T, it’s a privilege that Fit even allows him to sleep in the same bed.
He remembers when Fit had suggested it, nervous as anything and stumbling over his words. Pac himself hadn’t been much more composed—he had never even seen Fit’s bedroom beforehand, and now Fit’s allowing him nearby while at his most vulnerable.
It’s a lot of trust. Pac feels giddy whenever he remembers it.
Finally, Fit works up the courage to speak again. His eyes are drifting over Pac’s face, not quite ever making eye contact.
“I mean… you know me Pac, I’m not, uh, good at these things.” He takes a steadying breath. “But… does it bother you that, uh—that I don’t want to get married?”
“Of course not, Fit.” Pac lets his hand rest on top of Fit’s where it lays in between them on the bed. “I don’t, uh… Like, I don’t have a good view of marriage, either, you know? Like, I’m happy for Mike and Mine, but…” he shrugs, “it’s not for me, you know?”
“Good, uh… that’s good.” Fit laughs nervously. “You’re too good to me, Pac.”
“What, because I don’t want to get married to you?” And Pac laughs, too. “You know, most people wouldn’t say that after hearing that from their boyfriend.”
Fit twists his hand to intertwine their fingers. The smile on his face is soft, and beautiful, and Pac wants to eat him alive.
“Yeah, well…” Fit shrugs, and lets the words hang there. Pac knows what he means, anyway. And he agrees.
He’s never been in a relationship like this before. And he thinks that’s good. They’re good for each other in a lot of ways. While him and Mike contrast each other—filling in what the other is missing, two halves making a whole—him and Fit complement each other.
It’s nothing Pac’s ever had before, and it’s good. It’s nice. Pac doesn’t need any more than this.
But Fit’s frowning again, and Pac shuffles closer. Stifles the urge to reach out and smooth away the creased lines between his brows.
“And, uh… well, I’m sorry for… going so slow.” Fit squeezes his hand, and laughs—nervous again. “I mean, uh… we haven’t even, you know, kissed.”
“Don’t say sorry for that!” Pac would, of course, love to kiss Fit. He’d love to do a lot more with Fit, as Mike loves to complain about when Pac doesn’t block their link properly. But… “I—I like you, uh… a lot, Fitche, you know? I don’t, like—I don’t need that. Ever, if you don’t want to.”
“I…” Fit looks down to their entwined hands—resolutely not Pac’s face. “I do, I just… Sorry, I should be better at—at saying these things to you, at least—“
“If you say sorry one more time I’m going to smother you in your sleep.” Pac declares, delighting in the way Fit laughs, his body relaxing.
“You’re too good to me, Pac.”
Fit’s grinning now. But there’s some lingering nervousness around the edges of his expression.
“You’re—You’re better to me than, like… than a lot of people have been.” He confesses quietly.
A lot of his relationships have burned like kindling—bright, but quickly extinguished without anything to latch onto. This is a nice change of pace.
“I’m—Well, not glad, but—“
“It’s okay, I get it.”
“You deserve good things, Pac.” Fit says—entirely seriously with no hint of a joke whatsoever.
“You—You—“
And, really, Pac should‘ve been surprised his composure lasted this long. Warmth springs to life on his face, and he ducks under the covers as his tongue becomes unable to form words.
He can hear Fit laughing. And he thinks if Mike wasn’t already asleep, he’d be laughing, too.
Tentatively, Pac pokes his head out from underneath the covers.
“And you—you, uh… you deserve, like, to not get married. If you don’t want to, you know?”
“Thanks, Pac.”
He’s so beautiful when he smiles like this—unrestrained, his face crinkling with it. Pac could stare at him forever.
“Go—Go to sleep.” Pac huffs, drawing his hand away. “Before I—before you kill me.”
“Okay, okay.” Fit laughs. “We wouldn’t want that, huh?”
“Yeah.” Pac nods, and deepens his voice. “I have to kill you.”
“Looking forward to it.”
Then Fit’s smile drops slightly—hesitation crawling onto his face as he reaches his hand out to grab Pac’s again.
Pac hums happily, and pulls his hand up so he can press a kiss to it.
The way Fit stares at him—something like awe in his expression—has Pac’s cheeks heating up again.
“Goodnight, Fit.”
“Good—uh, boa noite.” Fit squeezes his hand. “Did I say that right?”
Pac loves him. Utterly, and completely.
“Yes.” He smiles. “Boa noite.”
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hope you guys enjoyed that \o/ fitpac's relationship development means a lot to me as an aroace person. and i know they aren't particularly going for an aspec interpretation, but the fact they haven't immediately jumped into typical romantic gestures after getting together like kissing means a lot to me \o/
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since it was like a week ago but OMG ACTIVE KENGAN BLOG..i legit just got back into the fandom because i was here when it hit it's peak😭 i miss that sm ngl
BUT..can i request Kanoh Agito and characters of your choice with a reader that's around the same size and them and is of equal powerlevel/skill level..
also sidenote because i had a dream about this but how do you think characters would feel if reader that was somewhat like fang (multiple wins) didn't have a style/techniques and just..makes moves up?? LIKE IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY BECAUSE YOUR SO STRONG?? JUST FOR THEM TO FIND OUT YOU DONT EVEN HAVE A..AN ANYTHING
Omg ofcourse Anon, thank you for being my first request! Ah yes, the great Kengan boom of 2020. I'm not gonna do as many characters this time around. Anyways, let's get started!
Headcanons: Kengan Men with an 'Experienced' Fighter S/O
Kanoh Agito
• When the two of you weren't together, he felt a little threatened by you. Not afraid, but threatened. There was only so many people who made he feel that way since he was still high and mighty.
• At first when he saw you fight, he thought they were some sort of forbidden moves or secret techniques.
• After later investigation, he finds out from the other fighters that you have no background in any martial arts. It's just sheer luck, strength, and wit that you have by your side.
• Can such a person exist? You had racked up so many wins just by doing that?
• Things happened, and now the two of you are dating.
• Is still confused by the whole 'winging it' thing that you do when you fight. You're very unpredictable afterall
• Doesn't feel threatened anymore by your prowess. But would rather not spar with you, only analyze.
• Being his size means you have an advantage at A LOT of things when it comes to fighting. You've gotten an earful from Kanoh that you shouldn't take what you have for granted.
• But it's the best when he's there for you after fights or seeing him in a crowd.
Ohma Tokita
• "Hahh? You think you're all that, huh"
• You have more wins than him because he was still wasn't in any Kengan matches at the time.
• Needs to see it to believe it.
• Completely shocks him when you wipe the floor with your opponent doing nothing but fancy kicks and brute strength.
• He challenges you to a fight because that can't be all, can it?
• It can
• He couldn't see any patterns in your movement, redirect your flow of energy. Nothing. He almost uses advance, you break it up before it gets any further since you didn't want to hurt him
• You bond over sparring together. Surprisingly you two make a good match.
• Ohma and you start dating before the Kengan Annihilation tournament. You happily announce that you'll be taking part in it alongside him.
• He trusts your skills, but still doesn't want to see you get hurt.
• He's glad that he's not up against you in the tournament. He also doesn't wanna hurt you, duh.
• If people insult you or your fighting 'style' when he's near, there will be blood.
Raian Kure
• Insults your fighting style despite never seeing it for himself.
• Calls you "Just a brute with no skills, how pathetic!"
• Boy is he wrong. Once you two fight, everything catches him off guard. Just as he's turned on removal, you accidentally knock him out when your leg goes to far from a kick, kneeing him on the side of his head
• "Oopsie"
• After, an unlikely friendship forms. Which soon turns into romance.
• Always has to flex that he's won several more fights than you. But then you bring up how you beat him and he gets flustered.
• Has tried many times to replicate or copy your 'style' but it's too inconsistent besides a few moves you do regularly.
• Supportive as he can be. When he's not assassinating people, he watches your fights or spends time with you.
• "That's my (Reader) assholes! Watch and learn!"
Gaolang Wongsawat
• Didn't figure out you were a fighter until after you started dating.
• Highly critical of how you fight. Even after he started to date you he wasnt 100% supportive of it. Let's say he was 95%
• You always know how to prove him wrong though.
• Tries to teach you boxing, which goes pretty well and you end up adding some to your moveset. Though, you'll still be unpredictable in the end.
• He's well aware that you and him are pretty evenly matched when it comes to power and skill. Though he always considers you lucky that your current skillset has brought you this far.
• Is proud that you've won a lot of fights. Is not ashamed to call you his.
• Gets a little freaked out while seeing you fight sometimes.
• "Did they just...yeah they did"
• Is a worry wart.
• "You sure you're okay?" "Your knuckles are bruised, do you need some ice?" "You need to rest, lay back down"
#kengan ashura#kenganverse#agito kanoh#kanoh agito#ohma tokita#tokita ohma#raian kure#gaolang wongsawat#x reader
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How Genshin's Characters would react to seeing your build
Character: Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Bennett, Heizou
A/n: Hello it's been a while, hope everyone is doing well. I'm really happy to see likes and reblogs on my last posts, it means a lot to me ❤️ My life is getting a bit overwhelming so It's harder to write anything recently. But writing about fictional characters like this brings comfort to me. Hope you enjoy this story.
Scaramouche/Wanderer
The last thing you have ever wanted to happen if you somehow, one day meet your favorite Genshin's character is for them to find out your build on them. It will be even worse if it's Scaramouche.
If you have a good build on him, a nice ratio, constellations, or his signature weapon, Scaramouche might appear fairly pleased. He will act unimpressed anyway. However, if Scaramouche is the only character or one of the few characters you had seriously invested in, he would definitely show off to other characters how obsessed you are with him.
Don't worry if you are a f2p player (just like me) because Scaramouche won't judge you, except when you have a bad build on him. Even though it's probably not your fault that Rukkhashava Mushroom is the worst to collect or your bad luck on artifacts, he will mock at you. As rude and mean as Scaramouche is, he won't let this slide. But he is also a cutie who has no idea how to comfort or encourage people, he will use his way to help you build him again.
Just in case you have c2 Raiden or a godly build on her, please try your best to hide it from him if you don't want this to become the fourth betrayal.
Heizou
After seeing all the five stars artifacts and best weapons on his build, the detective is just too stunned to speak. Although he would hardly say anything emotional to you, but deep down, he would feel sensational and grateful for how you did your best for him.
If you have an unfinished build on him because of those damn Onikabuto, he will give you a look of surprise and say something like "Onikabuto is everywhere in Inazuma Y/n". He just doesn't get it but he will help you at the end with his detective skills. He will charge you some mora thou.
If you have a godly build on him, Heizou will secretly admire how talent and hard-working you are. You might try to tell him that the only reason why you can build him so well is that he is already a strong character in the first place, but Heizou won't believe it since he's only a detective in lore. You suggest that the best way to prove it is to do a showcase and he reluctantly agrees with you. So you call Mona, Bennet, and other support characters to come to help you.
Heizou still happily does showcase with you, but little did he know, he'd better crit or he will have to do this a bunch of times.
Albedo
As gentlemanly as he is, Albedo would never judge you, especially when he understands all the uphill struggles you have to face if you want to build him well.
Albedo would not hesitate to shower you with compliments if you have a good build for him no matter which build it is (support, dps, sup-dps, or even a healer). He would likely praise you for the smallest thing, a max-level talent, a great piece of artifact, a high-level weapon, or a good team composition. In Albedo's eyes, you are nothing different from a real scientist or a researcher because of the way you calculated to balance all his statistics. Just tell him your difficulties, and Albedo will sit down and seriously discuss it with you.
If your build is unfinished or you don't have a good artifact set yet, he will help you in the domain. Albedo would try to calculate the artifact drop rate or even the weapon banners' rate to help your bad luck.
Bennett
Bennett will be in disbelief when he realizes he is in most of your team compositions, especially damage showcase teams. "Y-you want me in your team?" He says.
He would likely to get extremely emotional if you give him 4 pieces of Nobeless Oblige artifact. He might feel he doesn't deserve all those five stars artifacts and weapons, or worry his bad luck will affect your team, but you are quick to reassure Bennett. You claim that Bennett is the character that actually carried you when you were still a newbie to this game and how Bennett keeps your team surviving in the Abyss.
He would not mind if you merely build him with four stars artifacts or a low-level weapon. If you ask for his help, he will be even more than willing to be your companion. Although it could be a pretty tough journey since you guys both have bad lucks.
#genshin impact#wanderer#genshin x you#bennett#wanderer x reader#genshin x reader#genshin x y/n#albedo#albedo x reader#heizou#heizou x reader#genshin scenarios
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Wildest Fantasies
Rex x F!Reader x Hunter
Summary: A game of truth or dare reveals your deepest desires that Hunter and Rex are happy to indulge in.
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors DNI, mfm threesome (no clonecest!!), rex and hunter being gentlemen, ALOT of dirty talk, piv, oral, fingering, LOTS of praise, squirting, just absolutely wonderful filth <3
A/N: being praised and filled by both of them at the same time would absolutely kill me...this fic is self-indulgent...please enjoy
not my gifs, sorry I cannot find the original creators :(
Your job was boring, but it was steady work. It kept you busy on a very isolated planet, but as the months went by, the duties became mundane and the hours grew longer. Regardless, working for the Kaminoans as a management assistant did, in fact, have its perks. The best one? Spending time with your favorite guys, the Bad Batch and Rex. They had come to be your closest friends, who made your endless days at work tolerable.
You’d befriended a lot of clones on a casual level, many from the 501st. Often you’d catch a hint of flirting from them in daily conversation or lingering glances at your body as you’d pass them in the halls. It makes sense, you thought, of course, they’re all likely to have similar tastes in women. Your bosses didn't particularly like that you were so friendly with them, but never directly ordered you not to socialize with them, so you took advantage of the interactions in order to keep yourself sane on a daily basis.
Regardless, you found yourself around Hunter and Rex most frequently. Whether it be because your specific duties put you with them or just because they went out of your way to be near you, you happily welcomed it.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of the boys being gone on countless missions and assignments, they’d returned to Kamino. You joined them for a relaxing evening in their shared common room for your usual game night. Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo, and Tech had gone to bed in their separate rooms for the night, leaving you alone to play a very interesting game with Rex and Hunter. You had to admit that you were happy the night ended with just the three of you. The soft spot you had for them begged for their individual attention.
The game was truth or dare, which is usually a very dangerous game. But tonight, it proved to be mild and mostly innocent. The questions and dares were pre-written on cards. The rules said you had to randomly select a card to ask or dare the other players. You were happy to do anything if it meant hanging out with them.
Rex’s fingers landed on a card that presented the next question in your game. It was your turn, which is why Rex’s face subtly lit up when he read the question.
“What’s your wildest fantasy?”
Maker.
Why did THAT have to be the question for your turn? All the other questions had been innocent or funny. Just your luck.
“Like sexually?” You were taken aback. Perhaps you misinterpreted the question.
“Obviously” Rex scoffed with a chuckle, “I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable”, he clarified, his eyes growing wide. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.
“I…don’t have one” You lied, knowing damn good and well your wildest fantasies were sitting right in front of you.
“I don’t believe that” Rex laughs, fiddling the card around in his fingers. Hunter stared at you with intent. He was reading you. Thank the stars he was only perceptive, and couldn’t read minds. If he could, you’d be caught in a second.
“It’s true!” You insisted.
“She’s lying” Hunter crossed his arms with a smirk on his adorable face.
“Fine, why don’t you guys share your wildest fantasies?” You rebutted with a playful tone.
They both shared a hesitant glance.
“No, that’s not how this works sweetheart” Hunter shook his head as Rex tossed the card to you.
“Give us a hint at least” Hunter persisted.
“Fine. Men” You said. That was vague enough, right?
“Men…like more than one?” Rex smirked, raising an eyebrow to you.
Oh, stars. Maybe you did give away too much.
“No…like…y’know just men” you stumbled over your words, “I like men”
“Hm” Rex looked at you as if he was still trying to figure it out.
“She got nervous when you said that” Hunter turned to Rex, before mischievous looks appeared on their faces.
“Okay, I see. So a threesome?” Rex assumed.
“I guess” You shyly confirmed. It was true, just not the whole truth. You omitted the detail regarding who you wanted a threesome with.
“I think there’s more to it” Hunter suggested.
“What do you mean?” You cut your gaze at him, wondering where he was going with this.
“Your fantasy gets a little more specific, doesn’t it?” Hunter sat up in his chair, his voice growing rough and quiet.
“Rex, I think she wants a threesome…with us” Hunter said, his eyes now full of lust and arousal. Gods, he was right. You weren’t sure how he knew, or if it was just a lucky guess, but you weren’t able to hide the look on your face when he said it.
“Interesting” Rex leaned back, bringing his hand to rub his chin in consideration. He was secretly excited and certainly on board with the idea.
“Okay fine!” You shouted at a whisper, your cheeks glowing a rosy shade of red, “Yes, I do. Happy?”. Covering your face, you feared how they’d react.
Hunter erupted in an adorable laugh that quickly faded as they both turned their attention to you without another word spoken. As you looked up, their hungry gazes scanned you.
"Alright, Hunter, your turn" You interjected the silence, seemingly changing the subject, but neither of them pressed any further. Hunter and Rex were too considerate to keep that conversation going if they thought you didn’t want to discuss it anymore. That didn’t mean they weren’t obsessing over the thought, which made it hard to keep the bulge in their pants from growing as they imagined it. They knew the thought of fucking you wouldn’t leave their minds. Not even if they stroked themselves later pretending it was you. Nothing was going to cure this craving, but their imaginations would have to be enough.
"Dare" He stated quickly. Hunter thought maybe this dare could lead you all back to another topic to tighten the sexual tension in the room.
You enthusiastically leaned forward to pull the next card from the "dare" deck. No words could've described the convenient timing of the card you pulled.
"Do whatever the person holding the card says to do" You smirked seductively as the words left your lips, "You know what, I think I'll bend the rules here a little bit. This one applies to both of you"
"Hit us with it, sweetheart" Rex eagerly accepted.
The arousal forming within you at even the thought of what you were about to suggest greatly excited you, fueling your confidence to boldly say it.
"I dare you…to fuck me"
It was obvious that Hunter suddenly became flustered, shifting in his seat, feeling himself becoming worked up hearing you say something so dirty. Rex swallowed hard and sat up straight, also seemingly feeling the sexual frustration within him begin to ache.
“So?” You threw up your hands, impatient from the silence and eager to possibly live out your fantasy after all. Rex's precious expression of excitement couldn't be hidden by the stoic front he tried to present as he looked to Hunter. Their wordless agreeance with one another translated to you instantly.
"Is that really what you want?" Rex questioned, needing your reassurance before going any further.
“More than anything” You purred.
“Come on, then” Hunter gestured with his head to the hallway where his room was located.
Adrenaline pumped vigorously through your veins, eliminating any pesky feeling of nervousness or timid behavior. It was all happening so fast, but felt so invigorating as you imagined the heaven you were about to experience in his room alone with both of them.
They both stood to their feet first before Rex walked to you, holding out his hand for you to help yourself up.
What a gentleman, you thought.
The walk down the hallway was intimidating, knowing the other boys were fast asleep behind each of their doors. Thankfully for you all, the walls were thick, and hopefully soundproof. As you found yourself in Hunter's room, you admired how spacious it was, and wondered how he was lucky enough to have such a large bed, plenty big enough for you three to indulge yourselves.
"On the bed, princess" Hunter commanded while he and Rex worked to remove their outer layer of armor, leaving themselves only in their black under-layers as you laid back comfortably, anxiously awaiting the feeling of their wandering hands on your body.
It was as if they rehearsed it, with the way they towered over you together, Rex pulled away at your top, while Hunter worked to remove your pants. Within seconds your bare skin was exposed to the chilled air of the room, sending goosebumps across your body.
"Oh, Y/N, you are so beautiful" Rex praised sweetly as they stood back to get a better view of your bare body on display for them. They couldn't believe this was happening, and truly they felt like the luckiest men in the galaxy knowing they were about to have you moaning and melting beneath them.
"Fuck, look at her. So perfect" Hunter whispered, his jaw tightening.
"Rex, come here" You instructed, holding your hand out for him to grab, pulling him gently to the bed. He wanted you so bad he couldn't stand it, which is all the more reason for him to be a little nervous, and you could tell. As he hovered above you, your fingers found the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it above his head. The chiseled, slightly scarred body in front of you was a dream to look at, and you admired every inch of it.
Hunter, showing more confidence than Rex in this situation, had removed his shirt, too, and sat next to you on the edge of the bed while Rex found his confidence in attacking your lips, wrapping you into a passionate kiss. The electrifying feeling of his touch with the sudden caress of Hunter's fingers traveling slowly up your thigh was already so deliciously overwhelming.
Rex's lips moved down to your neck, allowing Hunter to sweep in to place his eager lips upon yours. His hand rested hesitantly in the crease of your thigh, unsure if you were ready or not. Arousal was already pooled in between your legs.
"Touch me...Maker, do whatever you want to me...both of you" You begged breathlessly, needing them to handle you in every way they ever dreamed about.
"Well, you heard her, Hunter" Rex smiled, teasing intermittently between the sweet pecks upon your neck.
With your back now pressed firmly into the mattress, they began overtaking your body as you'd asked. Rex peppered more kisses slowly down to your breasts before taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth sucking gently, earning a light whimper from your lips. Hunter held his face close to you, barely leaving any space at all between your lips and his, watching your expression as his fingers found their way to your already wet entrance.
"Kriff...Rex, she's soaked already" He teased, looking down at the desperate look on your face.
"Good girl" Rex praised how turned on you were, his hands wandering every square inch of your body.
"Very good girl" Hunter reiterated. He wanted to watch you when he finally touched you where you needed him. Fingers trailed up your slit, finally finding rhythm on the bud of your clit. Your body twitched subtly at the contact with the release of a soft moan that was music to their ears.
"We've barely gotten started with you, sweetheart, are you sure you can handle this?" Hunter playfully asked, applying more pressure to his motions.
Nodding with a smile, you pulled at Rex's pants, not able to form the words you needed right now. You had to be dreaming, you thought, this was everything you'd ever wanted.
"Oh, you want this?" Rex teased as he pulled his aching cock from the restraint of his pants. With an affirmative nod, you moaned so desperately at the sight.
"Turn over" Hunter instructed. You did as he asked, and positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Rex, also on his knees, lined the tip of his length up to your open mouth, while Hunter moved behind you, trailing his hand up the back of your thighs before sliding two fingers into your pussy.
You whimpered at the feeling at the same moment that Rex's cock filled your mouth completely. The sweet sound of his expressive pleasure filled the air with your own. Hearing Rex enjoying the sensation of your mouth sent a flash of heat through your veins. His hands rested gently on your head while you began to suck him off.
Fingers pumped in and out of you with perfect rhythm as Hunter curled his digits with every motion. The angle at that he fucked you with his fingers added even more of an overwhelming feeling as he brushed your g-spot so effortlessly. Your moans were muffled from your occupied mouth, but Hunter still heard how good he made you feel.
"Yeah, you like that, princess?" He growled, leaning down to whisper into your ear, "just wait until you feel my cock inside you"
You swirled your tongue around Rex's cock with the bobbing of your head. It was a struggle to focus on your motions when Hunter was working so fervently to bring you to your climax. They both deserved your full attention, and you were going to give it to them.
"She feels amazing, Sergeant, ah- fuck, so good" Rex stumbled on his words as he focused on his pleasure.
"Oh yeah? I think I'll have to feel her for myself" Hunter chuckled softly and sadistically, so eager to be inside you he could hardly stand it anymore.
"I can feel you tighten around my fingers, sweetheart, go on. Come for me"
The tightening coil in your lower belly was begging to burst open, and with just two more glides of his hand, it washed over you so suddenly. You moaned loudly, pulling off of Rex’s cock to properly breathe as your body was overtaken by euphoria.
“There you go, Y/N” Hunter encouraged you, keeping his pace as you clenched around him.
“Just like that, baby, you sound so pretty when you come” Rex praised you, running his hand through your hair while he stroked himself next to your face, allowing you to enjoy your orgasm without worrying about him for a moment.
Their approving moans graced your ear while the tingling pleasure fizzled slowly. They were completely enamored with you, watching your every single move and reaction to the effect of their touch.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetheart, okay?” Hunter warned you now, and even the words made you clench around the emptiness left from where he removed his fingers.
“Please, yes. I need your cock” You begged with a tiny whimper, your hips instinctively backing up against Hunter.
“Such a filthy mouth, I think you need it filled again” Hunter chuckled, grabbing a handful of your ass.
Rex nodded to him with a precious smirk, pressing the tip of his length against your swollen lips again. The sudden sensation of Hunter's cock pressed against your cunt earned an eager moan from your throat, sending vibrations over Rex as you continued to suck him off.
The fullness overwhelmed your senses as Hunter fully sunk himself into your wetness. He choked on a strangled moan, finally able to feel what he'd dreamed of for so long as he bottomed out. Rex and Hunter found sync and rhythm together as they thrust in and out of you from their opposite ends. It was more intoxicating to you than you'd ever felt in bed before. Nothing compared to being absolutely worshipped by these men who wanted nothing more than to focus on your own pleasure.
You melted at the sounds they made, so sweet and arousing, as they found satisfaction in what you provided to them. You'd hoped that what you assumed before was true about the sounds not escaping the walls around you, because if the adjoining rooms had any clue of what was happening in this room, your relentless cries would've been the dead giveaway.
You loved looking up at Rex with his cock in your mouth, but you wanted to see Hunter while he fucked you, too. As you pulled away from sucking Rex, Hunter took note of how you tried to watch behind you.
"You want to watch, sweetheart?" Hunter purred. Hearing him speaking softly in such a naughty context sent chills down your spine.
"Yes, I want to watch, please” You pleaded, moaning through your words before returning to lick all of Rex's length.
"I think its Rex's turn to feel this sweet cunt of yours, yeah?"
The motions of Rex's thrusts into your mouth faltered only at the sound of his suggestion. He wanted to feel your pussy, but was so patient to wait his turn.
"She's ready for you, Rex” Hunter groaned as he removed himself from you and Rex did the same. You were empty...so painfully empty. You wanted...no...you needed to be filled again.
They both used their strength to turn you over onto your back again. Hunter moved swiftly as he sat next to your face, propping your head on his thigh, putting your eye level with his length, and giving you the view you wanted. Rex wasted no time, sinking suddenly into your wetness. An animalistic, desperate moan escaped him.
“You gonna watch me fuck you, princess?” Rex smiled so sweetly before his mouth fell open and his brows furrowed together.
Using your moisture that still coated Hunter’s length and the pre-cum that leaked from his tip, you began to stroke him firmly. He twitched at the contact, but groaned deeply as the pleasurable sensation kicked in again.
As Rex fucked you hard, his thighs slapping firmly against yours, Hunter cupped one of your breasts into his hand, gently caressing your nipple. The other hand traveled slowly down to your aching clit that begged to be touched again.
"You're being such a good girl for us, letting us fuck you like this" Hunter praised sweetly, watching you writhe and squirm with the motions of his fingers. Once again, they both found a rhythm in what they were doing, pushing you so close to the edge. As you continued stroking Hunter, he subtly thrust his hips into your fist.
"Fuck, I-...I'm so close" You whimpered.
"Come on his cock" Hunter whispered to you, keeping consistent motions on your clit, “you’re doing so good”
An unfamiliar sensation built deep inside you with the approach of your second orgasm. The growing pleasure that centered itself in between your legs exploded, radiating out through your veins, overwhelming you so wonderfully. As you came, that unfamiliar pressure released itself, coating Rex's thighs and Hunter's hand as you cried out incoherent profanities.
"Oh, maker" Rex relished in how arousing it was watching you squirt on him. Hunter deeply moaned as he watched it, too, the look on his face showing pure pride for what they'd made you do.
You held your mouth open in shock, knowing you'd never done that before, but it felt so good.
"That's never...stars, that has never happened before" You breathed heavily as you came down from the most intense orgasm you'd ever felt. You hardly noticed you were trembling.
"Give us another one" Hunter commanded, returning to rubbing your clit once more.
"I can't, fuck, it's too much" You whined as your overstimulated body twitched and squirmed with Rex’s cock still deep inside you. Hunter smirked, laying his arm across your chest to hold you down. He knew you needed more, and they were going to give it to you.
"Yes, you can princess. You can take it" Rex encouraged you as he started to move his hips again.
You were so sensitive but still truly wanted to feel that again. The craving to experience another release outweighed any hesitation. Leaning up, propping yourself on your elbows, you took Hunter into your mouth and let him fuck your face while he still worked make you come again.
“I won’t last much longer, Y/N, Kriff you feel so good” Hunter praised, using your skilled tongue to get himself off.
“Me either. She’s so tight” a soft whimper trailed the end of Rex’s words.
The sensation crept up to you again, quicker than before. The brushing of Rex’s cock against your g-spot, the firm pressure against your clit, and the way Hunter used your face for his own pleasure pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
“Right there, yes, don’t stop” You begged so desperately, pulling off Hunter’s length to breathe. Quickly he pulled you back onto him.
Before you could even prepare for it, your third orgasm washed over you like a graceful wave, the pressure unleashing itself as you came for them again. You soaked them both again, earning approving grunts and moans from them as they watched in awe of you. You were a mess of whimpering that was muffled by Hunter’s cock that nearly choked you as he made you take all of him at once.
“That’s our good girl, fuck, you’re soaking us” Rex praised, his thrusts growing harder as he chased his own high. You were slowly coming down the rush of your orgasm and felt your legs grow weak as they trembled.
Their pleasurable expressions filled the room as they both grew louder, knowing that know that you were taken care of, they could use you as they pleased to reach their own release.
With a couple more thrusts, you were suddenly filled with cum on both ends of your body as they spilled themselves inside of you simultaneously. A tear trickled down your cheek from how much Hunter had filled your mouth, his tip pressing at the back of your throat. They both removed themselves so slowly, and as you swallowed all that he gave you, Hunter softly wiped your cheek before kissing you gently on your red and swollen lips. Rex’s cum began slowly dripping out of you, and you loved the feeling.
Rex and Hunter both collapsed on either side of you in bed as you all floated back down from your intense highs.
“That was…” Rex started, breathless and speechless.
“Fucking amazing” You finished for him.
“I’ll say” Hunter chuckled.
Your wonderfully aching body fell tired so suddenly. They both looked over, admiring you.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Hunter suggested, standing to help you to your feet. They showered you with the gentle attention you needed in your exhaustion and helped you bathe before laying you down tenderly in bed.
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I know you have something to say about Farah.
Do it.
You know you want to. 😊😉
You lot know me so well 💔💔
Giggles but actually, I’m sorry for randomly vanishing, long story short ive been dealing w some personal stuff and been hesitant to start posting again bc it might be a bit on n off lol. But most things have chilled out a little bit, so i might dip my head back into writing 😇
Also, bc of my amazing luck, I literally got sick, like, today. Sooo, have my fever-induced Farah rambles 😻 Brought to you by. Idk probably the flu or something 💪
Note: the fact i managed to dump this all out in one session before napping is a lil funny ngl 😇
Double note: I acc had a different plan for this, but the sickness has unfortunately taken me, and I’m just going with the flow atp 😇 prepare for more of my Farah braindumps after i’m mildly more alive 😚
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Farah & Sick!reader drabble 😚
(Tws: vague sickness, fever 👍)
Lets start this off with the simple fact that- she’s the queen of home remedies. You could pick up some degenerative alien disease from a far off solar system, and she probably has something for it. Mot to mention that she’s pretty good at making said remedies notably more appealing, which definitely doesn’t hurt. Sure, she won’t shy away from medicating you, more than prepared to deal with your slightly high shenanigans, but it’s definitely nice to not be drugged up instantly.
She’s also absolutely attached to you at the hip. It’s like she’s given herself the job of your personal nurse, or something. Of course, she’s doing what’s best for you, but she folds just a little at the sight of your soft, weepy eyes.
Admittedly, she’s not the best cook on the planet. She has more important responsibilities than learning to cook. However, for you? She digs up every family recipe she could find, probably digging up an old scrapbook or two of her grandparent’s meanwhile. She’s determined to shower you in gourmet-level food as much as humanly possible, even if that means constantly ducking out of the kitchen to check on you, cuddled up on the couch.
Speaking of cuddles, she’s an absolute cuddle monster. The second you’ll let her, she’s buried alongside you, her gentle warmth dissolving into tour achy muscles, your pounding head showered in soft little kisses - even a couple on the lips, if she can sneak them, because, no, love, she doesn’t care about getting sick, she’ll live.
And, of course, she’ll insist on a nice bath with you, seeing as she just wants to see you better, sweetheart. Her getting to snuggle up with you in the tub is definitely just a happy coincidence.
Bathing with Farah is absolutely heavenly. She fills up the tub herself, happily murmuring pleasant little anecdotes and warm comforts into your ears as lukewarm water splashes around behind you. Gently helping you out of your pyjamas (well, her pyjamas, that were practically yours at this point), she dips her foot into the water, feeling the coolish liquid cover her feet. She slowly eases you in, a slight guilt pooling in her heart as you whine about just how cold the water felt. She keeps you buried in her arms throughout, kissing your cheeks and praising you sweetly, even letting you tuck your face against her shoulder.
Once you’re actually in, the bath is a near-perfect affair. Farah keeps you against her chest the entire time, happily kneading at your pained muscles, letting the water wash away the sweat staining your skin. She guides you down softly, supporting your neck with a gentle, rough hand as she dips your hair into the water, letting it wash away the tightness behind your eyes as best it could, easily tasking herself with washing your hair. It’s like she turns into your personal masseuse, looping a leg around your hips to keep you safely tucked against her, stroking delicately through the soft strands of your hair, loving hands brushing against their perfect spot on your scalp, leaving your muscles at a similar consistency to the water you were surrounded by.
She takes to washing your hair easily, lathering each product in her hands and warmly rubbing them in, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead between each one (her face occasionally scrunches as the misplaced product stains her mouth, but it’s worth it to see the little contented smile against your lips).
Thankfully, she doesn’t shy away from care elsewhere, either. She easily lathers each skincare product against your prone form, adjusting you gently against her arms to completely cover every inch of your sweet, delicate skin. Of course, each touch is punctuated with a little massage, hoping to soothe each and every inch of your sickly form, along with her fair share of kisses.
Unsurprisingly, getting out of the tub felt like hell. Sure, the water was mildly cold, but you’d adjusted to it, at this point, lazing easily against Farah’s warmth like a cat in the sun. You definitely felt like a wet cat as she eased you up, shivers immediately picking up the second your skin was exposed to the icy-seeming air. A snug, fluffy towel was wrapped around you almost immediately, with Farah swiftly reaching out to crank the heating up - just enough to keep the temperature difference from making your sickness worse.
Farah was quick to herd you into the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed and exchanging the, now damp, towel for a cosy robe she’d bought a while ago, surprisingly still unused.
And, before you could even consider protesting, she was crouched between your legs, gently towelling down the damp skin. She slowly made her way up, from your feet all the way up to your hair, occasionally popping to and from the bathroom, finishing off your skin and hair care.
By the time she’d finished, you were cuddled up in another - notably lighter - pair of her pyjamas, buried safely on her side of the bed, her honeyed scent filling your senses. Your head was pillowed against her chest, eyes trained vaguely before you as she flicked through her movie catalogue, looking for something peaceful yet entertaining.
Eventually, after her careful deliberation, she decides on some lighthearted romcom. It doesn’t particularly matter at this point, though, seeing as you’d conked out before the opening credits had even begun, your soft, purring snores filling the room and bringing a loving smile to her face. Looking after you so delicately had been amazing, but she was absolutely relieved you were finally getting the sleep your body so desperately needed.
Sighing happily, she lays the two of you down, snuggling beneath the covers and kissing you goodnight, easily falling into slumber in her favourite place - cuddled up beside you.
#call of duty#cod#cod mw3#cod fandom#cod fanfic#cod mw2#farah karim#cod fic#cod mwii#fangs drabbles#sickness#sickfic#sorta#idk anymore#going feral#just a little#😚#shes so hozier coded dont even#shes literally hozier himself
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Hi, I love your writing so much, I literally have your blog bookmarked so I can get to it easily. Would you be able to do Nezha, Tang, Mayor (Maybe after S3?) and Scorpion Queen with an S/O whose love language is mostly physical affection (like if they walk into the room there will be a lot of hugging and random kisses) and words of affirmation? Cause I don't see much with them and it's not fair. ;-;
Sorry for not updating in a while, school is draining my energy and motivation to even start writing, I'll be back in shape when weekends come,, hopefully
Take this fic as an apology haha
❀ I want to be with you, all the time ❀
: Physical touch love language s/o
: Nezha, Tang, Mayor, Scorpion queen, gn! Reader
: Fluff and slight suggestive at Mayor's part
Nezha
Finds it really amusing
Whenever you rush towards him with open arms he's smiling at you like "here we go again" and happily hugs you back
Adores it when you kiss his forehead and will gladly return the favor
I swear he's much more happy whenever he's with you
Literally turns into a different person when you aren't around
One time he was told to go on a mission without you, he was always in a bad mood
Grumpy cause his s/o isn't there to give his head kithes >:(((
Wukong definitely teased him about it, come on, it's Wukong
But if you're coming along and just smother him with affection when you feel like it, suddenly being outside isn't that bad
Even if Wukong's there
Since you're constantly giving him affection he's become soft for you and only you
"Hey Nezha buddy, could you pass me th—"
"Get it yourself, monkey"
"Nezha, don't be mean to Wukong"
"Of course, love"
"BLEEGHHGHHDHFHHFHFBFNCN"
If you hug him mid conversation and stay there for a while, he literally doesn't do anything and just continue the conversation like this is the most normal thing ever
It is, they're all just single
But overall, if you're touchy towards him, he'll gladly do the same for you
On closed doors of course
Wukong exists
His favorite moments are just you and your random hugs and kisses all over his face
You make him go crazy ♡
Tang
Flustered baby!!!
His face turns red everytime you hug or kiss him in random places
"Hii, how are you, Tang♡"
"Wh- I- hello??? Um????? Hiiiii????????"
He can't english :(
Shyly gives back the hug, if you wait for him to calm down for like 30 minutes straight
Mei bullies him
Loves it when you just hug him while he rambles all about his favorite stories, via Monkey King or just a random book he saw
Pet and run your fingers on his hair, gosh, he's absolutely smitten
Cat?? Cat
You can't convince me otherwise that this man is like those clingy cats who won't shut up for attention
It's that, but he's too shy to say it out loud so he hints on it instead
Touching shoulder to shoulder, staring at you longer
Cat behavior
Kiss his face and he bursts into all shades of red
If you randomly tell him "I love you" he panics
But if you've been dating for a long long loooong time now, he still gets flustered but then smiles at you with tinted cheeks and the most love struck eyes ever
You spend your nights just laying in bed with you arms wrapped around each other's while you smother him with small kisses as he giggles claiming on how ticklish it is
Mayor
Is also very very amused
Gladly returns the affection with a grinning face
This man is also just as touchy so good luck with that
You randomly kiss his face when ever you feel like it and he just wraps his arms around you and never let's you leave until you give him a hundred more
This man is like the horny horny touching type, so small kisses here and there leads to full on make out sessions
Pulling away to always see a string of saliva connecting your tongues, he's smirking at you with his hands cupping your cheeks and a familiar pink hue hovering on his cheeks
Holds your hand in everything he does
He knows every time you're sneaking up on him for a hug but he pretends to be oblivious cause finds you adorable
"Boo! Bet you didn't see that coming now did you?"
"Haha, aren't you always so full of surprises, my love ♡"
You're the couple everyone is grossed up about cause on how overly fluffy and touchy you're being
LBD's losing her sanity rn cause he won't shut up about you
Scorpion queen
Ecstatic!!!
Loves loves loves it so much!
Squeals in happiness whenever you kiss her with her hands on her cheeks
You're like an extra dopamine rush for her and she's loving every second of it
Hugs you back with the giddiest smile every
Literally is so happy she starts bouncing
And if you join her she starts giggling on how funny you're being
If you smother her face with kisses she just tries to stay still cause he wants more but she gets so happy she starts shaking in her place
You guys are literally so cute with each other you make people feel single just being beside you guys
You spend your days chatting about literally anything and everything with you random kisses and her giggles
Random I love you's here and there makes her day so much better
You're her life support and moral compass, she adores every part of you no matter how big or small
Cutest couple ever ♡
I removed gifs cause they make my phone laggy and it ruins my immersion ugh
#monkie kid#lmk#lmk x reader#nezha#nezha x reader#lmk nezha x reader#monkie kid x reader#monkie kid nezha#monkie kid nezha x reader#tang#tang x reader#monkie kid tang#lmk tang#lmk tang x reader#mayor#mayor x reader#lmk mayor x reader#monkie kid mayor x reader#scorpion queen#lmk scorpion demoness#lmk scorpion queen x reader
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Kaigaku Inadama/Nobara Kusigaki x Reader from out time
Request: Nobara (JJK) y Kaigaku (KNY) with a Reader of our times please? Good luck with your Exams!
Thanks sweetie!
Genre: Headcanons
Reader: Neutral
Warnings: none really, fluff
Nobara Kusigaki
Nobara is a quirky girl, we all know that.
Now, with a reader who comes from a world without curses? That's a new level of extravagant.
Nobara, regardless of gender, would like to go on shopping dates, or even go to cute cafes (even cat cafes) to have a quiet environment to be with her partner (God knows she needs it with her job).
She is very interested in what her S/o has to say about her world, especially because it ties her to reality in some way.
Let me explain to you.
Her S/o IS the little normal thing she have in her life.
Since she entered the world of Sorcery at least.
So I think she really appreciates this new, more "ordinary" perspective on life that her s/o has even though it may seem "more boring" at first glance.
For Nobara you will never be boring.
And partly she wishes she could enjoy the same things as you that she can't afford now (or perhaps never allowed herself due to her context).
I think that thanks to this Nobara would be one of the few people in the entire series who would be very good with a non-Sorcerer s/o. She trusts her abilities to protect you, and honestly, you're the closest thing to a "home" she's had in a long time.
Someone to act her age around and not have to worry about cursing or work is very welcome.
she will protect you no matter what, since you are not from that world, you are obviously not used to dealing with curses, so she will happily take care of them for you.
(she doesn't recognize it, but he loves to show off his skills for you.....whoever she deceives, she shows it off shamelessly).
You are one of the few people who lets you into her heart easily, so he won't let anything happen to you.
If you want to learn to be a Sorcerer, she will be conflicted, on the one hand she wants both of you to be a ✨power couple✨ but on the other hand the VERY likely possibility that you will die terrifies her.
But it's your decision. If you decide to do so, you will have ✨Scary Dog Privilge ✨ because Nobara will make sure NO ONE messes with you, be it curse or humans.
If you decide not to do it, she's fine with that, according to her "I can be brutal for both of us."
In general she protects you more than most because she cares a lot :3
Kaigaku Inadama
He definitely thought you were joking at first.
More so when you told him about the things of our time that OBVIOUSLY had not been invented for the Taisho Era. But more than bothering Kaigaku, he found it fun. At first.
Now, if you had some proof that what you say is THE TRUTH (like a phone or even a flashlight, some small but technological thing), Kaigaku.Exe stops working.
And he spends a LONG TIME questioning everything.
But then he realizes that if man-eating demons exist, then what you say may be possible.
I think he would also be impressed (even if he doesn't admit it) with his S/o's level of education (in the Taisho era people barely knew how to read and write, so if you have finished high school, you look like a GENIUS in comparison to Kaigaku).
But you also realize that your S/o is used to a much more peaceful type of life. Which means I have to constantly protect you.
It doesn't bother him, he likes to show off his strength with you (although he WILL DIE before saying it), so he constantly shows off when there is danger nearby.
In a way that his S/o comes from a future without demons gives him some hope, because it means that 1-or the demons FINALLY become extinct or 2-the Pillars will defeat Muzan at some point. Either one is good.
Of course, I don't know if it's a good idea to talk to him about Hiroshima or Nagasaki ☠️
Besides, he doesn't understand at all the historical or cultural references that his S/o throws at him, but he dismisses it rather than getting angry.
While Kaigaku is confident in his abilities to protect his s/o, I can see him being somewhat paranoid, so he would give them Wisteria fixes in case he had to go on a mission and they couldn't come.
If his S/o wants to be a Demon hunter, I think he would be very against it, more than anything he doesn't want to lose the little positive that has come into his life (he doesn't say it, but he lets it be seen), although if his S/o or he insists A LOT, I probably let him see Jigoro, and if he manages to pass the training, I would have his S/o go on all his missions with him (except when it is MANDATORY that he go alone).
If S/o remains a civilian, perhaps Kaigaku would recommend going to work in one of the Wisteria houses that the guild has, it doesn't require much training (from what I understand) and it would be much more practical to see each other more often.
In general, he is less of an idiot and more protective of a reader in our world, believing that you could not defend yourself as well as him.
But he loves you just the same.
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Yandere Domflamingo next for Pages AU 😳
So I’m not not going to sugarcoat anything, I have a hard time writing anything romantic for Crocodile or Doflamingo unless it’s them interacting with each other
I know why but I won’t be disclosing this information unless it’s to close friends that I trust as it’s a sensitive topic that I don’t like sharing but regardless I will at least try but don’t expect it to be long and somewhat detailed like my others
I hope you enjoy it regardless though and sorry that this took so long to come out
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON AT ALL
-Potential Trigger Warnings-
Breaking and Entering, Not Very Good Writing, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Doflamingo being Doflamingo
-Potential Trigger Warnings-
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON AT ALL
So starting off, I just have to say that no matter what happens when it comes to Doflamingo picking up your books and winding up in the same delusion as everyone else that picks them up then I pray to god that you don’t live in Dressrosa
Don’t get me wrong as you will be found and captured but it will happen a lot faster if you live in Dressrosa, Doflamingo will have you summoned to him if you live in Dressrosa and if you don’t then he will come directly to you himself
Like imagine getting home from some kind of outing like maybe a celebration with your friends on finally finishing your series only for the lights to turn on suddenly and Doflamingo is sitting leaned back in one of your chairs like he’s been waiting patiently for you to get home
I’m not sure if Doflamingo would identify with the Pirate or the Marine or even one of the characters that the MC simply interacts with but it could be possible that Doflamingo just fell in love with the MC, saw the picture of you, and sought you out
If he is meeting you inside of your house then don’t try to run, he is a warlord of the sea after all so you’d have to have the luck of a god to escape him plus he probably has the house surrounded just in case as he isn’t going to let you slip away
He says that he just wants to talk and that you should think of this as like an impromptu interview, he isn’t going to give you an option to say no either so I’d recommend just sitting down and answering all of his questions until he’s satisfied
I can imagine it starting off as an interview as he asks you questions about the story but slowly it starts to get more and more personal like questions about “What did this character mean when they said this thing?” start to turn into “What kind of shampoo do you use?” and “Do you want to have kids someday?”
You can try to ask him to keep his questions about the book but it’s not like he’ll listen and it isn’t like you can just refuse to answer either as you can sit there all night until you finally answer as he won’t be going anywhere until all the questions have been answered
Eventually his final question is “Are you pregnant?” which is responded to with a No, of course as you aren’t but cue a big grin on his face as he has all the answers that he needs
Turns out that he was asking all of these questions to figure out if you were really the MC from the story but even if you weren’t then he wouldn’t have given up as it would simply mean that he would need to condition you
Cue getting kidnapped by Doflamingo though and hauled off back to Dressrosa where you’re locked in a room that very much appears to belong to him. You’re chained by your leg to the bed and when you plead to go home
Doflamingo will simply just tell you that you are home now and he isn’t going to let you go now that he has you, he simply needs to turn you into his perfect loving wife that will happily listen to everything that he says so basically he intends to give you Stockholm syndrome
You can attempt to stay strong and refuse him but trust me, Doflamingo isn’t going to get bored as you’re his now and he isn’t going to get rid of you anytime soon
Trust me too when he says that he is going to give you Stockholm syndrome, he is going to give you Stockholm syndrome and succeed one way or another as he has no problem giving it to you in a way involves a lot of pain and bruises or in a way that involves a lot of kisses and soft feelings
I also would not recommend trying to escape, Doflamingo will have you dragged back to him within minutes…
Regardless of what you do in the end, Doflamingo will have you standing by his side as his loving wife who will listen to him no matter what. He’ll still allow you to write your stories if you wish but just don’t forget to make some time for him
#yandere#pages au#reader insert#the rain talks back#minors dni#yandere one piece#minor dni#read the trigger warnings#yandere doflamingo
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