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Stray Kids Reaction || You're Friends And Calls You By A Pet Name

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CHAN:

"Baby, can you pass me my laptop, please." As soon as the words registered in your brain you slowly turned to face your best friend who was now turning bright red in the face. Never in the six years of being friends with Chan had he ever given you a pet name like that, he'd given you nicknames but nothing that held any romantic significance to them.

"Baby?" You arched a brow at him, pulling his laptop into your chest and smirking at him and he knew by that one look he was never going to live this moment down.

"It just came out," He groans reaching his hands out to take his laptop but you tut at him and move away from his reach,

"I'm not saying I didn't like it," You admitted, making him blush even more as he watched you closely, whimpering a little when you finally handed him his laptop and smirked at him. You enjoyed seeing your friend so flustered over something as little as a nickname,

"It's okay sugar tits, you can call me whatever you want." You told him before winking and going back to what you were doing on your own laptop.

MINHO:

Minho was doing his best to ignore the constant teasing that he was receiving from each of the members but it seemed as though they were relentless. It had been over a week now since Minho had called you that stupid pet name and he was never going to hear the end of it,

"Kitten," Chan cooed in Minho's ear making you giggle a little at them, Minho was turning red in the face and you could tell it was angering him more than he wanted to admit.

"That's enough guys, It's not like you've never said anything embarrassing," You told them as you looked at Minho with a small smile, he gave you a sympathetic smile back and looked down at his phone.

"I've never called my best friend, "kitten" though," Seungmin teased, making you shoot a glare in his direction to which the young boy whimpered a little.

"Minho made a mistake, we all do...Now let's stop teasing him before he kills us in his sleep," You told them before smirking at Minho who cuddled closer to your side, leaning up so he could whisper into your ear,

"Thank you, kitten." He smirked against your skin as he felt the goosebumps on your body, ever since he'd called you that last week the two of you had been secretly dating...testing out the waters for what could be between you.

CHANGBIN:

As soon as the pet name left Changbin's lips he instantly regretted it, It was something he'd been calling you in his head but he never wanted to say it out loud.

"Baby?" You questioned, turning to look at him as he did everything to void your gaze. The last thing he wanted to do right now was screw up the friendship the two of you had created over the years, so he had a little crush on you he was sure it would disappear sooner or later.

"I don't know where it came from." He stuttered a little as you made your way over to him and sat beside him on the sofa, taking his chin in your hands and making him look at you.

"Say it again," You whispered as he scanned your face for any sign that this was something that made you uncomfortable but there was nothing, except for a look of excitement in your eyes.

"Baby..." He whispers back, your whole body shudders a little as you feel your cheeks begin to warm up.

"I like it." You admitted shyly, Changbin's heart was about to go into overdrive as he stared at you,

"You do?" He questioned, too excited for this to be seen as a nickname from a friend and you nodded at him, giggling a little.

"I do...Call me it again," You begged before he continued to call you by the nickname, bringing you closer to his body each time he called you by the pet name.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin had known you for what felt like forever now, the two of you were best friends always had been and always will be and there was nothing more to it than that. This was why it was so surprising to the both of you when he turned around and called you "honey bun", It led the two of you just to stare at one another in complete silence.

"I've never heard you call someone that," You laughed at him, his cheeks beginning to turn bright red.

"It's from this stupid movie I was watching," He groans, running his hands over his face just waiting for the world to swallow him whole while you continued to giggle,

"Aw, love bug it's okayyyyy," You teased by calling him a pet name back only to have a pillow launched in your direction causing you to scream out.

"Don't get aggressive with me because you want to call me a nickname love bug," You smirked before another pillow hit you square in the face.

"Oh, it's on!" You screamed before throwing it back at him resulting in a huge pillow fight in the middle of your living room.

JISUNG:

"Darling, can you hand me-" Jisung stopped mid-sentence as soon as he realised his mistake and it was like his whole world stopped still. You were staring at him with your mouth hanging open, your best friend's face turning the same colour as the tomato you were eating as he began to stutter a little.

"Jisung," You tried to plead as he continued to stutter and stumble over an apology to you, refusing to look at you and instead kept his gaze on the table below him.

"I didn't mean to, it just sort of flew out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop it and I don't want you to get weird about it but I realise by saying that I'm making it weird and I don't know how to make myself stop talking because now I'm ranting and-" He stopped when you held his face in your hands, looking him in the eyes as he finally took in a breath since he' said that whole thing in one breath,

"Jisung...Breathe, everything is fine." You told him as he looked at you with a saddened expression,

"I don't want it to make things weird." He admitted to you as you nodded,

"It's not going to...Just take some deep breaths," You told him as you did some breathing techniques with him trying to get him to calm down little by little.

FELIX:

You'd had a crush on your best friend for who knows how long but you'd done everything within your power to hide it. The last thing you needed was to fuck up a friendship that meant the world to you, you never wanted to lose Felix.

"Hey, babe, can you get me my hoddie from the bedroom?" Felix asked as you stood up to go to the bathroom. It might have been a small pet name but you were suddenly giggling and looking at him, your legs getting a little jelly-like as you tried to walk.

"S-Sure," You stuttered out, your whole body flamed at the thought of him calling you any kind of pet name and you continued to giggle as you made your way to his room in search of his hoodie.

"Someone's happy," Felix chuckled suddenly in the same room as you again, you clutched his hoodie to your chest and turned to look at him,

"You liked it when I called you babe?" He quizzes stepping closer to you, he'd had a feeling you liked him more than a friend and now he was positive thanks to your reaction. You nodded at him shyly and he smirked at you,

"Good, let's go back and finish the movie baby and we can talk about this after," He winks before kissing your cheek and taking his hoodie leaving you as a bigger giggling mess than before.

SEUNGMIN:

Once the pet name had been spoken you and Seungmin stared at one another. You were best friends, had been for almost eight years now and the two of you were close...closer than close. Sometimes you acted like a couple going out a lot, cuddling, falling asleep curled up in one another's arms so there was no wonder as to why a pet name suddenly came out of the woodwork.

"What did you say?" You questioned slowly trying to make sure you'd heard him correctly and he blushed a little, swallowing the lump that was in his throat.

"Could you pass me the remote, baby?" He looked you in the eyes as you smirked a little, leaning closer to him as your breath caught on his lips. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as did Seungmins as he moved closer to you and closed the gap between your lips, kissing you suddenly. As soon as you touched it was like a jolt of electricity was making its way through your body as you shifted to be closer to Seungmin.

"I had bets on them secretly dating!" Jeongin screamed as he walked into the room to find the two of you making out on the sofa, causing you to groan and hide your head in Seungmin's neck.

JEONGIN:

Nicknames weren't something you and Jeongin had ever given to one another, not even silly little nicknames and yet here you both were staring at one another as all of the members stared back at you.

"Love? Have you ever heard him call anyone that before?!" Felix asked as they stared at you, your eyes were still heavily locked on Jeongin as he blushed.

"I don't think I've ever called Yn anything but their name," Chan admitted as you waved your hand at them, silently telling them to shut up about it. It was clearly making Jeongin uncomfortable as his cheeks began to flame and he looked around nervously.

"Forget it happened, it was an accident." You told Jeongin who was quick to meet you gaze and shake his head rapidly,

"No?" You quizzed, your heart racing at the thought of him finally wanting more out of your friendship than just a friend. You'd been crushing on him for months but but were too scared to ever say anything.

"No," He whined before grabbing you and kissing you deeply, your eyes widened in surprise before relaxing and shutting as you gave into the kiss your arms wrapping around the back of his neck and bringing him closer to you.

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buckybarnesb-tch · 7 months

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Mikaelson’s Party Pt.1

Warning: This is a Human A/B/O fic you are about to read, it contains Omegaverse Dynamics as well as mentions of Non-Con and abuse.

Read at your own risk

Their parents had gone on vacation for their 25th wedding anniversary and that weekend as Mikael had wanted to take his wife on a couples retreat for older Beta couples, It was the perfect time for Elijah to decide to throw a party. He’s a Sophomore in college and the campus was only 15 minutes from his house giving him the perfect place to have people over, nearly his whole class as well as Freshmen coming, his Beta Katherine having talked him into it as Elijah wasn’t a rule breaker but he would do anything for his mate. The house was packed, drunk college students everywhere and despite his attempts, he couldn’t get his siblings to stay upstairs. Rebekah was making friends with popular Beta girls, Kol was completely stoned with some burn outs in the backyard and Klaus was enjoying his night, watching drunken idiots do stupid shit. Thanks to Klaus’ Alpha status, something he was alone with in his family full of Betas (Betas taking up something like 80% of the population, Alphas at 19 and Omegas at less than 1), most of the kids left him alone or just gave him the odd stare. Alphas weren’t as common as they used to be but there were still plenty of them, though most of them tended to flock together, Klaus however was just happier alone. As an 18 year old Alpha that hadn’t yet found his mate he was always the odd one out, at school and at home, being alone was just more comfortable…even if he secretly hoped he would have a mate that wanted to be around him all the time. Often he even indulged himself in dreaming of finding an Omega mate to spend his life with, though he had been teased about that at a young age, his own family having a good laugh about the impossible idea.

Elijah had joined some of his friends in an intense game of beer pong without a care in the world, having already hired a cleaning crew to come the next morning and make sure everything was back in place. If nothing else, Elijah always thought ahead.

Klaus’ night took a turn somewhere around midnight as he refilled his drink at the make-shift bar, seeing some football players in the corner, laughing at something. It wasn’t until he heard a girl screaming at them that he moved closer, seeing a beautiful girl trying to shove their hands off of her body as they pulled at her shirt, clearly all drunk beyond belief. His body froze before he could step in, her sweet scent washing over him though it was mixed with something bland that he couldn’t place, the scent rushed through every nerve ending in his body sending a buzzing vibration through his extremities, up to his brain and almost violently into his cock. It was as he felt the growl build in his chest and explode out quite loudly that his body listened and moved again, the entire room freezing and looking at him now.

‘That’s enough!’ He snarled, moving between two of them and grabbing the girls hand, pulling her towards him. The largest one grabbed her arm tightly, holding her back from moving away.

‘Who the fuck are you? Get lost kid-‘

‘What the Fuck did you just say to me?!’ He growled, his chest now releasing a constant threatening noise as he glared at this moron Beta who would Dare challenge an Alpha, younger than him or not. ‘I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt that you’re just drunk as fuck here, first of all I’m not a kid! I’m 18, I’m Elijah’s brother, this is my house, and despite being drunk myself I still know better that to be molesting a girl at a party while she screams “no” at me. Shove it up your ass and let her go. Now! Or you’ll be wishing you weren’t so God damn stupid when you wake up in the ER next week!’ No one moved for a moment and Klaus could see the girl wincing as his grip got tighter before he rolled his eyes and let go.

‘Whatever man, the ugly bitch is a fucking prude anyway. She’s all yours.’ With that, they were gone and Klaus held the girls hand, pulling her after him gently and getting a cold pack from the freezer before guiding her down the stairs to his room, unlocking the door that he had ensured no one could get into.

‘Come on in, no one will bother you down here. It’s also relatively sound proof, so at least that God awful music stops.’ He joked as he tried to calm her as he could smell her fear, sitting beside her on the couch and wrapping the ice pack around her arm.

‘Thank God, I thought there was no escaping it.’ She giggled, still stiff and uncomfortable but the sound made him smile. ‘Thank you for helping me, they’re these frat jerks who have been fucking with me since the start of term…never thought they would do something like that though.’ Klaus could tell she had been drinking but she also wasn’t so drunk she wasn’t thinking straight which was a comfort for him at the moment, seeing how she held his hand so tightly that she felt something between them too.

‘Why are they bothering you?’ He wondered and she sighed, leaning back into the couch.

‘I have classes with them and I’m quiet, honestly I think it started as a dare to go out with the shy girl who never talked to anyone. When I ignored all of them, they got more…pushy…they started following me around and teasing me. I guess they thought since it wasn’t on campus they could do what they wanted, and assholes mixed with alcohol is a terrible combo. Eventually they’ll get bored and find some other poor Beta to bother but until then, I ignore them.’ Klaus couldn’t explain why this upset him so much. He felt a rage bubbling up in him that was wild and angry, he hated men that tried to force themselves on women of course, he found it disgusting but his anger was white hot and he wanted to go kill those assholes who thought they could harm this girl…his girl…his Omega.

The thought rushed through his head at 100 miles an hour but as he took in her scent again he knew. He had never smelled an Omega before, never being close enough to one not on suppressants, but he knew. ‘I’ll kill them. I will slaughter them for touching you Omega.’ He pressed his lips to the back of her hand, not moving any closer as he wanted to give her space, not knowing how she was feeling right now as she was clearly tipsy and from the bland smell trying to cover her scent, she was on suppressants too. Klaus only smelled through them because she was his mate, and an Omega cannot hide their full scent from their true Alpha.

‘Please don’t hurt me?’ She whispered, clearly nervous but unable to hide her interest in his scent as she leaned almost subconsciously closer to his neck.

‘Hurt you? Never…you’re my Omega. I…I want to be a good Alpha for you, I’ve been looking for…I’ve been hoping for…fuck!’ He didn’t know how to say what he wanted to, not knowing what would upset her and what wouldn’t.

A moment later, after wracking his brain for something to say to relax her he felt the couch move as she pushed herself closer to him and held onto his arm with both of her hands. ‘What have you been hoping for?’ She looked at him so sweetly and while he could still feel her discomfort, she wasn’t as scared as she had been and he relaxed himself a bit.

‘I’ve been hoping to find my mate…Beta, Alpha, Omega, it didn’t matter to me, I just wanted someone to…love? I-I feel like I’ve always been alone, my family doesn’t understand me, they think I’m just some stupid Alpha who’s never going to amount to anything, and I always wanted you…someone with that perfect scent who would be the best person for me. I was really starting to think-‘

‘-you didn’t exist…me too.’ She admitted, shyly looking up at him and Klaus tucked her hair behind her ear with his free arm that she wasn’t holding. ‘My family always made me feel useless. My two brothers are Alphas and my dad was so proud…then he gets an Omega daughter that he has to hide, has to pay money for medication to make sure I’m safe and…honestly I don’t think he really cares what happens to me, none of them do.’ Klaus could feel her pain and he wondered for a brief second if she could feel his, answering his own question as he knew she could, holding her hands in his own and staring straight into her eyes. ‘I hoped I would find an Alpha who wanted me as badly as I wanted them…’

‘I do…I really do. I-‘ he cut himself off, taking a breath before leaning in and giving her several seconds to pull away if she wanted to, pressing his lips to her soft ones and feeling as if fireworks were exploding in his body. Not just his stomach but his brain, his arms and legs, everything felt on fire in the most wonderful way possible and he loved it. Suddenly she moved, pushing him back against the couch and climbing into his lap, allowing him to hold her to him tightly, their lips molding together passionately. Her fingers pulled at his blond locks and his hands squeezed her waist before she suddenly ground her body down against his, his cock already painfully hard and needy. ‘Wait!’ He gasped and she pulled back, fear in her eyes but he just smiled. ‘I’m Klaus by the way.’ He introduced, finding hilarity in the fact that names hadn’t been important when they already felt they knew everything about each other.

‘Y/n, nice to meet you Alpha.’ She giggled and he groaned.

‘You’re killing me Omega.’ He tugged her back into their harsh kiss before hoisting her up and moving them to his bed and crawling over her, lips traveling down to her neck while she pulled his shirt over his head and just as she moved to grab hers he caught her hands.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asked, worriedly.

‘You’ve been drinking…we both have, I…I can’t do this while you’re drunk.’ She looked at him, stunned and in clear disbelief. ‘Stay…I’ll lend you some clothes and if you still want to tomorrow then I’ll mark you for everyone to see…I don’t want to hurt you Y/n.’

She paused for a second before nodding her head. ‘I understand…I would rather we both remember it too.’ She joked, kissing him again and moving to sit up. Klaus grabbed her a clean shirt and some boxers for her to wear, turning around as she changed before feeling her arms around his naked torso. ‘You’re really sweet, you know that, right?’ He shrugged, brushing it off but she stopped him as he sat on the bed, her standing between his legs and making him tilt his head to look up at her. ‘I mean it Klaus. Anyone else would have happily fucked me without a second thought…I always worried that’s what would happen to me anyway-‘

‘I will never let anyone else touch you! You’re safe Omega-‘

‘I know. I feel safe with you…you’re a good person Alpha. Fuck whatever your family has to say to you, you’re perfect and they need to get over themselves.’ She straddled his lap and kissed him again, hugging him tightly and snuggling into him as he pulled the blankets over the both of them and flicked off the lights, nuzzling his nose into his Omegas neck and happily allowing himself to drift off to sleep with her in his arms.

Waking up the next morning was comforting for the both of them, Y/n had buried her face into Klaus’ neck and he had his arms wrapped around her body firmly. As he woke he brushed her hair from her face and she blushed, yawning deeply before squeaking and jumping up. ‘Gotta pee!’ She exclaimed and he chuckled, checking the time and seeing that it was only 7am. Y/n fell back into the bed and snuggled back into his body, pulling the blankets around her snuggly and Klaus could instantly see her urge to nest as she was finally so close to her Alpha and not overwhelmed by the effects of alcohol.

‘Hold on.’ He told her, hopping up and opening his closet door to reveal several large blankets and a few pillows that he tossed onto the bed for her as well as a huge comforter. She instantly began fixing his bed just the way she wanted it and he was fascinated, never having seen a real nest before. Some Betas do it and they’re taught about it in school but every nest builder is different and seeing another couples nest is considered very rude. It’s personal. The idea of that was nice to Klaus, knowing no one else would ever see their nest was a wonderful thought. ‘This is wonderful Omega, it looks incredibly comfortable.’ She grinned, nodding her head.

‘Snuggle Alpha.’ She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the intricately molded nest and it truly was incredibly comfortable. Klaus held her body to his chest tightly, his instincts to keep her close to him-especially until she is marked-feeling overwhelming. ‘Can we just stay here forever?’ She asked suddenly and he smiled.

‘I think I would much prefer having our own place where my brothers and sister can’t walk down here and pound on my door whenever they want…would-I mean, would you want to live with me?’ Y/n raised her eyebrows and he could feel her asking him if he was stupid. ‘Right, well my father left me everything when he died a few years ago. There’s a house about 20 miles away that…I mean if you wanted to-‘ She took his face into her hands and kissed him hard, excitement swirling through their as of yet incomplete bond and if this is how strong it is already he can’t imagine what he will feel from and for her once it is and Klaus has never been more happy. ‘I’m going to take care of you Omega, everything you’ve ever wanted, you’re gonna have it!’ He grinned, leaning close and kissing her neck right over her scent gland which cause a sound to trill from her throat that Klaus had only ever heard of…his mate was purring. ‘That’s the loveliest sound I’ve ever heard Princess.’

‘Really? My family always thought it was annoying.’ She tried to play it off but he could see that it really bothered her.

‘I love it Omega, I want to hear it forever. You’re mine now, not theirs, whatever you want is yours.’ Klaus held his mate close and snuggled into the nest with her, drifting back to sleep fairly quickly, the both of them completely content for the first time in their lives.

There will be a part 2 of them moving in together and a smutty HEA🥰🥰

Part 2

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imarvelatthestars · 1 year

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Thank You, Mr. Daimyo

Or, the story of the mighty Boba Fett and the school teacher that stole his heart.

Pairings: Boba x teacher!Reader

Warnings: mutual pining, flustered Boba (if such a thing requires a warning)

Notes: I've been sick and miss doing cute crafts with my students, so this is my remedy.

Children have always been something of an enigma to him, even when he was a child himself. He remembers the ones he grew up around, the young clones blindly marching off to battle, eager to prove their merit in a war that didn't matter in the end. He remembers being a child under his father's watchful eye, all the things his father taught him, the good... and the bad. He thinks of the childhood he lost too early to the likes of Aurra Sing and Cad Bane, and then he watches you interact with the children of Mos Espa and it stirs something in him.

Boba's not sure what this something is. At first he thought it bitterness or jealousy, although he supposes there is a bit of truth to that, then he thought it simple confusion. After all, children do have the tendency to be loud, obnoxious, and messy. Djarin's kid is a prime example. But now he wonders if this something feeling that pulls at him whenever he sees you - spectacles perched on your nose, your head and hair wrapped in a kerchief to protect you from the burning suns, a too sweet smile to match your too gentle words - is more complex than any of that.

One of your students, a little Rodian, goes running off after its mother and Boba finds himself drawn ever closer by your smile that lingers long after the children are gone. Your eyes flicker in his direction and your smile falters, hesitant and unsure but still welcoming as you nod at him.

"Another successful day?" It's the only thing he can think to say and he's glad his helmet hides the grimace he makes when he realizes just how ridiculous he sounds.

But you laugh. And that's a start. He pretends not to notice the way his chest tightens when you do.

"Mm, you could say that." Your attention drifts to the Rodian and its mother. "Only one bloody nose today and some of them actually managed to read something. I'm tempted to say I witnessed a miracle."

He thinks a lot of things, then: that you're a fortunate woman to make such an easy living, that you must have the patience of a kriffing jetii (even if such a comparison makes the vein above his eye tick), that he's almost foolish enough to think you're cute, that it's the people like you who make being Daimyo worth all the trouble.

"Must be because you're a miracle worker."

And when you look at him, Boba would like nothing more than to crawl back into that blasted sarlacc pit because when did he start letting himself sound so cliché? His throat suddenly goes dry, even when you smile and chuckle and duck your head away at the poor excuse for a compliment.

"I don't know about that," you mumble shyly, "but thank you, Lord Fett."

That's the other thing about you that doesn't sit right with him. He doesn't like it when you address him properly, with the titles and respect that he's earned. It leaves an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach long after you part. He finishes his rounds in the streets, greeting merchants and playing the part he's chosen, but even when he returns to the palace that discomfort lingers. It isn't until after dinner when he's removing his armor that he realizes he's never heard you say his name and perhaps he'd like you to address him without all the fancy titles and that reserved demeanor you only pull out when he's around.

That should be enough warning for him to stop this, whatever this is.

Infatuation, screams his logic. A childish notion. He's not a child any longer. He could go on for hours about the sort of man he is now, battle hardened and clever and relentless. He's outgrown romantic things like love and affection. This whole thing is stupid, he's acting a fool, and he should make a point not to stop by your school unless absolutely necessary. If his father were only here to see him now, if Sing or Bane or hell, even Bossk knew he'd let himself entertain a crush-

The evening breeze catches the drapes along his balcony just right and it casts Fett back a whole year. He's huddled in front of a dying fire and the moon is high and the Banthas are snoring. The wind is whistling through tent flaps and the Tuskens are whispering to each other, holding their loved ones close. The kid is snoring by his feet with his pet Massif and Boba feels at peace, at home. He looks from one family unit to another, and then he's back in the palace, blinking away a sudden stinging in his eyes.

Your Tusken family, Bane had called them. They'd never really been anything else, had they? They were safe, strong, the missing piece that filled the emptiness a lifetime of solitude had carved into him. He wonders if you could be that, too.

It's stupid. He's going to make a fool of himself. Probably get himself hurt. But his weekly outings to Mos Espa just wouldn't be the same without the usual stop at the school. And it would be bad form not to check in on you.

Little Shronah raises her hand. "Teacher?" Her Rodian accent twists the vowels a bit, so it doesn't come out quite right.

You smile in an attempt to encourage her since she's usually so quiet. "What's up, Shronah?"

"Can you help me?"

The rest of the kids are working either on their own or in pairs on their drawings, so you head over to her side of the room. Paper is outdated even on Tatooine, but you've always thought that learning to write and draw without tech aides is an important skill for the younglings. It's good for their hand dexterity, hand-to-eye coordination, encourages creativity, and when it comes to simple crafts like these, it's just plain fun. Plus you love to hang their drawings up when they're finished.

You crouch down by Shronah's desk. "What d'you need help with, sweetie?"

She points to her picture with the Rodian equivalent of a frown. "I don't know how to spell it."

It's an interesting picture. Lots of brown and green scribbles. You think you can make out double suns in the top half and maybe some limbs in the bottom half, but crayons are difficult for Rodian physiology so it looks more abstract than anything.

"Spell what?"

"My momma said that I- that I should say thank you to the Daimyo because he..." Shronah pauses to catch her breath and her big eyes sparkle when she looks up at you. "Because he saved our city from those big ugly slugs, so I wanted to say, 'thank you, Mr. Daimyo,' but I don't know how to- to spell that."

Oh. You can't help the smile that fans across the entire breadth of your face. Stars above, it's the moments like these that make every bad day worth it.

You tuck your chin into your open palm to hide just how much you're smiling. "Well, that's very nice of you, Shronah. I'm sure Lord Fett will love it." You hand her one of the green crayons, the same shade she used for what you now realize is a scribble of herself and the mighty Boba Fett in all his armored glory. "So thank - thesh, aurek, nern, krill..."

"Cayty, looks like your dads are here." Her auburn braids go bouncing behind her when she darts off. You turn and tap a few other students on their shoulders. "Fetmuh, Nihln, your parents are here, too."

"Bye, teacher!" Fetmuh calls over her shoulder with a wave and a big grin.

"See you tomorrow!"

It takes a moment, but the light ringing of spurs catches your ear amid the hustle and bustle of pick-up time. And really, it should be embarrassing how your body reacts to even the slightest possibility of seeing him. You're still working, for crying out loud! You shouldn't be entertaining the flutter-bys in your stomach or the nervous, flustered feeling in your chest that's crawling up into your face. But you are.

Stupid. It's stupid to think that his weekly check-ins mean anything to him other than the fulfillment of his duties as Daimyo. He has a whole city to run, a whole planet, and you're simply a cog in the greater machine. You know that, logically, you do, but some not-so-small part of you wonders if it could ever be more.

The two remaining younglings fall into an awestruck silence when Fett's frame comes fully into view. He's not particularly tall to you, but he's kriffing broad as a bantha and even more so with his armor. You can tell there are muscles under it all. You try not to dwell on the resulting image that springs to mind.

"Lord Fett," you hum with something between a nod and a curtsy.

You're not sure why you're curtsying. You've never done that before, but the man makes you nervous in all the right and wrong ways, so there's only so much you can do.

His helmet is quickly removed, something he only ever does when the children are around (you like to think he doesn't want to scare them), and your two remaining ones go a little giddy. You don't blame them.

"And how were your lessons today, little ones?" Fett gruffs with something of a smile.

Shronah bounces up onto her toes. "Fun!" she squeals with her fists in the air.

Toma, on the other hand, doesn't share her enthusiasm. "Boring," the Pantoran grumbles as he kicks at a pebble.

The corner of the Daimyo's mouth quirks into a fuller smile that causes his cheek to dimple and Maker, if that doesn't send your heart racing. There's mischief in his eyes when he crouches down onto one knee, his helmet braced under his arm, and he leans in conspiratorially.

"Boring? Don't tell me she's actually trying t' teach you?" and he sounds positively horrified at the concept.

Toma's eyes go painfully wide and he nods frantically, leaning even closer so he can cup his hand around Fett's ear. He's a terrible whisperer, though, so you hear him clear as day. "She is. It's awful."

You've never noticed it before, but his eyes are beautiful. They settle on you, shining bright amber and kaf brown and a little hint of black, and you can feel your entire face go hot when he finally, properly smiles at you. In fact, he's laughing. It's a marvelous sound, rich and hearty, and you really, really like it.

He raises his eyebrows as his head tilts slightly to one side. "Is that so?"

"Guilty as charged," you reply, arms raised in surrender.

Fett tsks and shakes his head in mock disappointment, but the kids are giggling hysterically. Your heart feels so full, it could burst, and you know you're beaming. Stupid, silly crush. Stupid, silly man. Stupid, silly kids.

"And what are we going t' do with you, hm? A teacher who teaches. I've never heard of such a thing."

You laugh. "Yeah, better lock me up. Maker knows what I could get up to."

Shronah is giggling so profusely that you're honestly a little worried she's not getting enough oxygen. The girl is absolutely tickled and Toma isn't much better off, although he's making a considerable effort not to look as amused. Trying to play it cool. Damn, you love these kids.

By now, both of their parents have arrived for pick up and you can see the confusion written plainly on their faces. It's an odd sight, to be sure - two giggling younglings, a Daimyo, and a teacher, it's like the setup of a bad joke. But you wave them goodbye and watch them leave, and Boba Fett stays.

There's a million things you want to say. You're impressed with how good he is with the kids, you want to ask if he's ever worked with any before, you want to say something that might make him stay a little longer, even just a moment, when it comes to you.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" And he turns his attention back to you, expression neutral and damn near impossible to read, but you don't let it bother you. You're sure you can get another smile out of him. "Shronah, our little Rodian? She made something for you in class today. Thought you might like to see it?"

That clearly gets his attention judging by the way his eyebrows shoot up. He seems to process this for a moment, almost like he's confused. He blinks, frowns, blinks again.

"For me?"

You nod. "Come with me. I'll show you."

You try pointing out little bits of the classroom to him, where Shronah and Toma sit, today's lesson still marked on the board, and you hope he doesn't notice or mind the stray crayons on the floor.

Above your desk, there's a banner made out of twine and today's drawings that stretches from one side of the room to the other. It's mostly stick figure families and a few with you guest starring, even one with something that you think could be a rancor but could also be a sandstorm.

"There we go, right there." You point to the one right above your chair and flash Fett a smile. "The smaller green scribble is Shronah and the other scribble is you. You're lucky, she gave you limbs, I think. We had some trouble with the spelling, though. But I think it turned out okay."

The look on his face; you're not sure you've ever seen that look before, on anyone. He's less confused now, it seems to have morphed into shock, but there's something else you can't place. He's almost sad? Or maybe he's just thinking? You glance back at the drawing and chew nervously on the inside of your cheek.

"My Mando'a's a little rusty," you admit. "I think I chose the wrong translation. But I thought-..."

You can't bring yourself to finish the thought. Stars above, did you screw up? Did you offend him? Of course the one time you have a chance to show him something nice, to have a spare moment with the man under the beskar, and you kark it up.

Okay, it's okay, just wrap it up, you tell yourself. Forget it ever happened.

"My apologies, Lord Fett, I-"

"Did you tell her to draw this?"

It's such an odd question and his face is so stern when he looks at you that it's startling. "Wha-? No! No, I didn't... No, she drew it all on her own. But writing in Aurebesh is hard for her, so I helped her spell it out." That much is obvious from the shakily written letters. "The Mando'a was my idea. I hope I didn't offend you, that wasn't my intent."

"No. You haven't offended me." The strange expression lingers for a moment as he considers the drawing again, but is soon replaced by a smirk. "But you are right. Your Mando'a could use some work."

The nerve of this man! You have half a mind to bump him in the shoulder, tease him about it a little, but he is still the Daimyo and you are still just a teacher. You don't want to cross a line.

"Well, it's not like I have much access to Mando culture out here, now do I?" It's a safe enough rebuttal to still be cheeky without bordering on disrespectful. "I'll be sure to brush up on it for the next kid who wants to turn you into a scribble."

"Perhaps the teacher needs to be taught?"

And something in the air shifts. Your breath catches in your throat, your eyes dart around the idea of his face for a moment or two before finally finding the courage to settle on his irises, and you could swear this man is flirting with you.

You nod, still breathless. "Yeah. Perhaps."

Are you offering? You want to scream it from the rooftops.

Knowing eyes the shade of fresh kaf consider you. Fett's cheeks dimple again, both of them, and you have to duck your head under the weight of his attention. It's too dazzling to look at head on.

"Nakar'tuur," he says as he turns for the exit.

You only know about three phrases in Mando'a and that's not one of them. "Uh, what?"

He pauses in the doorway, framed by the sunlight as he moves to replace his helmet atop his head. You catch a whisper of his smile. "Tomorrow. Come to the palace."

Your head is spinning. Or maybe it's the room. Is he fucking serious?

"Uhh." It's the only response you can manage.

"If you choose."

Oh no, he's completely misinterpreting you. Wake up, stupid! Words, phrases, sentences! Anything!

"No!" you yelp. "No, no, I do. I mean, I'd love to. Thank you, Lord Fett, I-"

"Boba." His voice is softer now than you've ever heard it. Hesitant, quiet. "Call me Boba."

You're sure you look like a damn fish with your mouth hanging open, nodding unblinkingly at him like a moron, but you're still processing everything. His voice, his face, his words. His name.

"Nakar'tuur, girl."

And then he's gone. The doors hiss shut on your own whispered farewell, the first time you've ever said his name instead of his title. Something excitable buzzes in your throat.

What will tomorrow bring?

#boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett #boba fett fluff #star wars

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thecuriousquest · 7 months

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Would it be okay to request some NSFW Yandere Kakashi x unwilling reader? I really love the way you write him! ❤️❤️❤️

Mud Puddles Aren’t Fun

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, murder of another character, blood, a little graphic, non con vaginal sex, breast slapping, slight degradation, slight bondage at the end, Reader will probably get a yeast infection after this just sayin.

Note: Your special jutsu technique is the ability to create additional arms and legs, but they are made with water. So, imagine an arm made of water coming out of your hand or stomach.

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How uneventful. Another shinobi unmatched with your jutsu. Whatever. It’s one more ninja to get rid of in your organization’s desire to obtain all tailed beasts. Holding him at eye level with a limb made of water protruding from your throat, you grow a fourth arm from your stomach and slowly, as if time is barely passing by, shove your fist through his heart.

He drops to the ground, and you look at your partner, a newer Akatsuki member. He’s too young for your own good. You had requested a new partner, someone who could actually help you in a fight. However, your request was denied by your great leader, and you knew you would have to pull all of the weight by yourself.

Regarding your partner who is hunched over in the mud while pressing his hands against his bloody abdomen, you roll your eyes and grab the back of his cloak. “Come on, Rendo, I’ll get you fixed up,” you relay as you drag him towards a cave.

He clutches his belly as he coughs. “It’s Kenji.”

“What’s a kid barely out of the academy doing with the likes of us?” you can’t help but question him.

You let him slump against the wall as you get to work on starting a fire with a bunch of sticks.

“Just think the whole Kage thing is corrupt. All government is shit. What about you?”

“I agree with their cause. I was recruited four months after turning eighteen. Guess you could call me lucky,” you wink at him.

It doesn’t take long to fix up the stab wound. Nothing too serious, but definitely something you’ll need to keep an eye on.

“Get some rest. You’ll need it. If you’re not up to walking tomorrow, I’ll have to send a message.”

A quiet “thanks” is all he mutters as his eyes slowly close.

Sitting down next to the fire, you lean your forehead on your knees. It might not be safe to stay here for too long considering your partner’s wounds, but what other choice do you have? You can’t abandon him. It will look like you wanted him to be left to die on purpose since you didn’t want to go with him in the first place.

Fuck, if I catch hell for this, I’ll kill him myself.

You fall asleep quickly after, the mission taking a toll on you. You’re proud of yourself for taking on so many Hidden Leaf ninjas. You didn’t know you could handle twenty by yourself because you’ve never been given the chance. However, you really wanted to take on one specific shinobi. It’s a shame that he didn’t show up. You were so confident that you could have fought him and won. Maybe, next time, you’ll be able to fight the feared Copy Ninja of the Hidden Leaf Village.

These are your last thoughts before you fall into a deep sleep.

———

Something gurgling causes your eyes to shoot wide open. Could it be some wild animal who has roamed back to their dwelling? Sitting up, you notice that you fell asleep with the fire still lit. How could you be so stupid?

In the dim lighting, Kenji holds his hand out to you while clutching his bloody throat. The choking gurgling noises are coming from him? But how?! When did this happen?! You rush over to him and turn him on his back, holding his head in your lap.

“Kenji, you can’t die on me! Please?! You have to stay awake. No, don’t close your damn eyes! Kenji!”

Lowering your head, you feel dread fill your chest. You take a deep breath, looking at the face of the little brat who wormed his way into this organization. He was a good kid, way too young to die. He shouldn’t have his eyes closed forever at the tender age of sixteen. What a damn shame.

You don’t even hear him until his breath is on your ear. “Finally, my little cloud is awake.”

Grabbing your kunai from your waistband, you crouch as you turn on your heel. Kenji limply slides off of your thighs with all of the movement, hitting the ground with a dull thump.

With one hand on your throat and the other on your wrist with the kunai, the intruder slams you into the wall.

The wind gushes up your throat, tumbling out of your mouth. He smashes your hand against the wall twice until you’re forced to drop your weapon.

The mask, the hidden eye. From this description, he must be the ninja you’ve been waiting for.

This isn’t how you thought your meeting with him would begin. You thought you would be on the same playing field as him. Instead, he has you trapped against the wall like a mouse.

No, you won’t fall victim to him!

You try to distract him by punching him in the chest with an extra fist made of water. You thought it worked until Kakashi disappears in a puff of smoke.

“A copy?!”

How could you not tell it was just a clone?! There’s no time to dwell on this. Your partner is dead, and the Copy Ninja is somewhere near by. You have no other choice but to flee the cave and try to find somewhere else to hide out in until you can get a message to the Akatsuki.

You take off into the dead of night, a pale moon in the sky being your only guiding light as you head for the line of trees outside of the cave. Keeping your breathing steady, you duck under a branch. As you straighten out, you notice a kunai stuck in a tree, but what’s that it’s stuck to? You can barely see with how dark it is, and then all at once, there are too many lights.

You groan in pain, a ringing pounding in your ear. Opening your eyes, you cough into a puddle of mud. You crane your neck to look up, eyes adjusting to the bright moon up above, and you attempt to push yourself onto all fours.

Then, there’s a weight on your back, pushing you down into the puddle.

“Are you the one they call Kakashi?” You need to know if this is truly him.

“Yes, and you are Y/N L/N, a former shinobi of the Hidden Cloud Village.”

“Well, isn’t this a lovely way to meet,” you grumble, half of your face dirty from the element.

“I will admit, I’ve never met such a beauty face down in the mud before. It almost makes you look naughty.”

Your cheeks blush quite furiously. “I’m not a dirty whore if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate.”

The weight on your back only grows stronger, the pressure making it hard to breathe. You gather what’s left of your chakra. Hoping you can distract him with your words, you grow an extra leg and hand, shooting them out of you in an arc so that you can attack him at two different angles.

It is laughable how Kakashi deflects your jutsu with such ease. That was the last of your energy. All of it went into that attempt. You had used up so much of your chakra earlier during your mission. One hour of rest wouldn’t be enough to replenish your chakra, and now, you just spent it all.

He reaches down and disrobes you of your Akatsuki uniform. The black cloak with red clouds lays in a crumpled heap in the mud not far away. Turning you over, he kneels next to you. His face is so close to yours. You can feel his mask on your dirty cheek.

“You’re filthy with the scent of other men. It’s disgusting.”

The ninja grabs the waistband of your skirt, pulling the fabric from your body with one sharp tug. He rips your shirt and tights off as well.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Get away from me!” You push at him. You can’t cock your arm back as much as you want to, but you go for the shot anyway.

Unfortunately, he catches your wrist in a crushing grip, just like the hold his clone had on you earlier.

As he holds your wrist, he mounts you. Kakashi slips his hand beneath him. You feel his fingers travel down to your bare cunt. The pad of his thumb works your clit in slow circles, and in complete shame, you find yourself crying out in pleasure.

“Stop it, you fucking freak! You creep! Get off of me!”

A sharp slap across your exposed tit shocks you into silence momentarily. A red handprint is left in the wake of his palm, and the spot he just hit begins throbbing.

“You bastard! You fucking son of a bitch!”

In your rage, you snap at him with your teeth. You have no chakra to build up even with all of your gut twisting fury, but you still try to fight.

Kakashi turns you back on your stomach. Holding both of your wrists in one hand, he pins them to your lower back. Your feet kick against the mud, splattering it everywhere. You have no choice but to turn your cheek against the earth as you take deep breaths from all of the squirming and fighting.

You feel him, all of him, his bare chest to your bare back. You feel his muscles leaning against you for support as he drives himself inside of you with ease from the mud.

“I’m going to get rid of their scent. I’ll fill you up with my come until it’s gone. You don’t know who you’re dealing with, but I know all about you. I know everything there is to know about you. You’ll learn your place soon enough.”

The pounding from behind you causes you to gasp sharply. You spit out as much mud as you can, trying to wrestle your arms from the shinobi so that you can get your face out of the mud puddle.

He thinks your attempts at strength are so cute. He coos at you for trying, making you even angrier. Your temper is palpable, but he pays you no mind. To him, your threat level is the same as a puppy’s. There’s no way in hell you could beat him like this, and you both know it.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” You have to know. He’s acting as if you’re someone special to him, but this is the first time you’ve meet him.

“This mission- fuck -I was supposed to bring you in for interrogation. Your picture, your report- damn, you’re so tight -I couldn’t resist after seeing you in person.”

His primitive grunts feel hot against the shell of your filth covered ear. Your eyes sting with tears. You can feel mud lining your lashes, coating your eyelid.

You never thought you’d hate mud until this very moment. The sticky texture molding against your skin. You feel even dirtier with how Kakashi is treating you.

You feel his slick cock rub against your sensitive walls, and you hate your body’s natural reactions to his ministrations. You thought it would be fun to fight him. Now, you feel completely different after waking up to your partner bleeding from his throat, being attacked, only to end up being violated by one of the most feared ninjas of this generation.

“I’ll guide you. Ah, I’ll teach you right from wrong and show you the better path. There’s a good girl somewhere under there. Just need to find her. Fuck!”

You ball up your fists, feeling mud accumulate underneath your fingernails with every dig into your palms.

You don’t want to be a good girl. You don’t want him to show you the “right way”! Who the fuck is he to tell you what’s right from wrong? Who the hell does he think he is trying to be your guiding light?!

Your body feels heavy, weighed down with the body of another man on top of you. You’re not sure you could hold yourself up even if he did let go of your wrists. There’s a soreness spreading across your back, a tightening between your shoulder blades from being trapped in this position for so long.

The squelching of your throbbing pussy can be heard along with the sounds of his animalistic groans and your guttural cries. Your brain doesn’t know what to make of what’s happening to your body. It’s trying to process things so quickly, and it ends up going blank in the wake of a ball of pressure building up inside of you.

As Kakashi continuously drives his hard length further into you, almost punishing you with it, you find that you can no longer squeeze your thighs anymore, and as you relax, you feel a wave of overwhelming sensations wash over you.

You never imagined you’d feel so horrible after feeling so good for a few moments. You feel guilt, shame, anxiety, bitterness, and hate churn in your stomach as Kakashi pulls out of your leaking sex.

He lets go of your wrists, knowing you don’t have any fight left in you. Beyond tired, you crumble like cake against the mud.

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After having to endure four more rounds with the Copy Ninja, he pulls rope from his pants that are nearby. Kakashi makes quick work of tying you up with intricate knots.

Coming to a stop at a river, he threatens warns you to behave as he unties you. He’s at least decent enough to clean you up near a river and let you put your shirt and skirt back on, but you are still aware of the fact that both of your clothes are still caked with dirt.

The ninja ties you up again, carrying you over his shoulder back to the Hidden Leaf Village for your inevitable interrogation, but you gulp, knowing that the village is far and you’re traveling alone with Kakashi Hatake.

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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What if…. What if Shanks was ticklish and Buggy was the only person in the world who knows because would you go over and just try and tickle an emperor of the sea? Would you have the balls? I don’t think so. Buggy’s Chopchop ability was the bane of Shanks existence when they were young, but he would insist on being not ticklish at all, even when Buggy’s detached hand was finger walking it’s way up from his arm to his shoulder to his neck and he was already biting his lower lip and shaking because he knew what was coming.

Which also is the problem he’s facing in the current day, because you’d think Haki would help with being ticklish because you can anticipate it coming but it’s even WORSE actually because Buggy can just look at him funny and Shanks is already trembling and giggling because he’s the kind of guy who gets phantom tickles and he knows Buggy well enough to know when he gets the idea.

Buggy is torn between being pleased that he has finally found a weak point and thinking it’s the stupidest thing he ever heard and being mad about it (especially during the time when he’s still in denial about having positive feelings about him as an adult) and between being weirdly… moved? Nostalgic? Trying not to be touched? Because thing is: Shanks only lets him do that. There aren’t many people around who would still dare to try this with Shanks anyways, but let’s say Buggy sees Yasopp just kind of make a grabby motion towards Shanks in jest while they are out drinking and Shanks equally playfully slaps his hand away, which Buggy knows he wouldn’t have done if it was his hand and would have lead to a one sided twenty minute long tickle fight between them when they were younger. Tries real hard not to think about why that pleases him.

I don’t know either I was just struck with the mental image of Buggy with a shit eating grin on his face asking Shanks if he’s suuuuure he’s not ticklish at all? Reaaaally not even a little? While his fingertips lightly draw circles on his neck and Shanks going „NOPE! Ffffhhh. Not, ha-, not at all! Nooooo…“ while visibly holding back laughter. And it’s cute af

This is the sweetest thing ever and I'm dying reading this,,

I love this because I'm sure there are a lot of things Shanks and Buggy did only with each other together when they were kids that feel too personal and intimate to let anybody else do it. Shanks doesn't let other people tickle him, not because of being an emperor, but because that's something Buggy did to him when they were kids and he refuses somebody else to do it. And it's such a simple, stupid thing but,, Imagine these two trying to reconnect. Trying to get along again. And it's hard to be the way they used to be all of a sudden, so it's slow and it takes a lot of time for them to learn about the people they've become without the other. And as you said, Buggy sees the whole thing of Yasopp trying to reach out to Shanks and Shanks not wanting that. There's just this warmth inside of Buggy. Satisfaction. Relief. Whatever this is called. And he hates the feeling of getting soft and weak around Shanks again, but damn, it's just so fucking nice to see him react like that to his own crew, even, when Buggy knows he would never do that to him.

So he tries to prove that theory and after a few more drinks he reaches out to him and places a hand on his hip (trying to play it off like it's nothing and it's not embarrassing at all, when he's actually panicking). And Shanks not only lets him do it but sits closer to him. He places his arm around Buggy's shoulders and keeps laughing at somebody else's joke like nothing happened. He likes his touch and apparently, he keeps wanting more and Buggy hates how much he loves being like this again, even if they've changed. Even if the arm pressing him close it's not the left one like it used to be.

Shanks looks at Buggy smiling, oh so happy and satisfied it makes Buggy go insanely mad. So the clown just rolls his eyes and smirks, and decides to do the thing he always did to piss off Shanks and starts tickling him. His laugh fills the whole place and it's so damn lovely,,, Their crews just ignore them but share knowing looks of "Oh, these two are going to be so damn annoying now if they start getting along again".

And I think that, besides the tickling, there are so many things that they don't let other people do because the other used to do it with them. Like- Buggy let Shanks touch his hair all the time because it felt nice and apparently the redhead loved it, but now he fucking hates it when other people touch it. Shanks doesn't let people tickle him, as you said, but also despises it when somebody drinks from the same bottle/glass as him because he and Buggy used to share bottles of sake in secret back at the Oro Jackson and it brings back old memories. Etc, etc, etc and a thousand things more they did together and refuse to let other people do now.

#they make me go insane #you know when a ship is just so fucking painful you can't talk about it bc you just start crying #this is me with shuggy #they make me so ill istg #i wish i could talk about them more and more bc i have so many thoughts but it hurts so much #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Succession Preference: Having a S/O With a Kid

A/N: I made the kids all different ages, from infancy to teenage, just to make it a little more interesting! I hope you like it, my love! Thank you for requesting! Feedback is appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor is delighted to know that you have a child. He practically raised his siblings, being their big brother is the most important job of his life. He takes care of people. He doesn't know that much about babies, but he's an eager learner. He never wants another child in the world to feel like he has ever felt, to he loved so little for doing nothing wrong, for being born. He may or may not baby proof the entire house despite the fact that all your baby can do is maybe roll on their back they're so young. Despite him being a Roy, you're not afraid to leave them with him. He loves their little baby noises, especially their laugh. He can't get enough of their overjoyed squeal. You find Connor on the couch, warning you to be quiet. The baby's been asleep on him for hours, and he'd rather let his whole body go numb than dare wake them. He loves them like he loves you.

Kendall had two kids of his own, though you've seen from experience that he's not the most hands on father. Still, he tries to make an effort with yours, like he does his. He plays with them and their toys, whatever they're obsessed with at the moment: dinosaurs, cars, dolls, art, etc. You love to watch them bond, even if he's overthinking everything completely, like he did with his own. Kendall is so sure he's doing something wrong, that he'll ruin them the same way his father ruined him. You have to remind him a lot that he'd nothing like his father, that your child adores him. They call him Kenny and always draw pictures of him on the moon, with dinosaurs, even once as a princess. He doesn't admit it, but he's got every single one hanging on his fridge, next to his own kids old artwork. You both come with your kids, no exceptions. You wouldn't be you without them, too.

Shiv only ever dealt with teenagers when she was a teen herself and those brats were her brothers. Despite the mask she wears of cool confidence, she is actually very worried about making a good first impression on them. She loves you so much, like she's never loved anyone. She knew you had a kid going into it, but she never expected it to be serious enough for her to meet them. She changes her outfit four times. In the end, they think she's okay. That's about the best reaction either of you were hoping for. They're going through a bit of a phase atm, but they secretly think she's cool. She makes a lot of jokes to get them to laugh and enjoy her sarcasm. You tell her time and time again that they really do like her company, they're just a teenager. They're not known for showing too much interest in anything that isn't their friends and phones.

Roman has no idea what to do with your toddler. He doesn't understand why you cut up their grapes or why they enjoy stupid tv shows or why they can only wear one sock at a time, but he makes an effort in his own way. He watches those shows with them and plays with them, mostly questioning the practicality of their toy phone, and reads to them before bed/a nap. He really does like you, a lot. Anyone attached to you, he cares about, even if it's a tiny human who coughs in his face and licks his watch. They're growing on him, but they love him. Where's Ro-Ro? They ask constantly. He hates to see them cry, it breaks his heart, and will jokingly call you a monster for saying no them, even if it's for their own safety like putting their toy in the microwave or jumping on their bed. He definitely wants to spoil the hell out of them, just to hear them squeal in delight.

#headcanon #connor roy #connor roy imagine #connor roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy x reader #shiv roy #shiv roy headcanon #shiv roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy headcanon #roman roy x reader #requested

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statementlou · 5 months

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Hi there, This might be a stupid question, so I apologize in advance, you can ignore it.

I noticed that many old ladies are fans of Louis, which is very lovely and respectable.

Me as a young girl personally liked 1d era louis, I still adore him, but he is no longer my number 1 like 1d era. And I don't get it, I'm like how, why, what is the reason that old ladies interest in Louis

I guess that's me? I mean on the one hand like.... I'm just a normal ass adult age I think, I have a ways to go to be a proper old lady/ old whatever gender I am. But otoh there's nothing wrong with being an old lady so no point in caring about that and besides from what everyone says, the answer won't change in 10 or 20 or 30 more years. Anyway... it's not a stupid question! But I already know you won't believe me when I tell you, IT'S JUST NOT DIFFERENT. No one does until later. Everyone says it but when you're young you're like hmm but no... probably fake. True for them maybe but not for me, when I get to be like 30 I will be *DIFFERENT* and MATURE and put aside childish things and read Serious Books and go to see opera only! (spoiler: you won't. You will feel exactly the same only somewhat more assertive and less confused, but your general tastes and what you find entertaining will not have changed.) So yeah, literally the answer is, for whatever reason you are a fan, same reasons probably? It's true that I don't have quite the breathless confusing overwhelm around my fan feelings as I did about things when I was a preteen, but mostly, just being a fan of music and the people who make it, being enthralled by someone's presence and, in this case, their mind and gender and persona and appreciating a pretty face and nice ass, it's no different over time. I do not want to fuck him IRL and maybe that's different than you? But honestly that's much less about age (and honestly he's a man in his 30s is that even an issue) than my own complicated gender and sexuality issues and also maybe just not personally mostly actually wanting to fuck people I've never met even if it's fun to appreciate them aesthetically. The feeling of kind of wanting to crawl inside and BECOME the object of fan focus in some way I'm pretty sure is consistent from when I was a kid right up until the present though

#age and fandom #but do I want to be louis because I'm a fan or am I fan because I want to be certain things he is #unanswerable questions

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starriluvs · 11 months

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Demon Ritual at 3AM Gone Wrong.

Prompt: Academically Smart Reader who summons young Demon Sae Itoshi through a 2013 emo blog. Except Reader’s lowk stupid.

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You didnt think the demon summoning ritual youd found online was actually going to work.

But it did. As stupid as it was, you were bored out of your mind with the fact you were taking a gap year. Nothing to do, and your social battery was not yet ready for a meetup with your friends.

And so, one (un)faithful night, when you were left alone in the confines of your house, you decided to be daring-if that was the right word. You’d graduated college with high honors, you could afford to be a little stupid for once.

And of course, you’d decided ‘summoning’ a demon would be the thing to cure your boredom.

After picking some lackluster blog site from 2013, you read through the brightly lettered instructions listed out before you. ‘Good god. I forgot how saturated everything was back then..’ You muttered under your breath with squinted eyes.

First step, choose a location.

You chose to do the supposed ‘ritual’ in your living room- for a few reasons. One being that, in the case where anything did go wrong, youd have an easy escape through the windows.

And two- so you could blast Gee by Girls Generation on the TV as you performed the ritual. The rules didnt say anything about music being forbidden after all.

Second step, cover your chosen area in a large ring of salt.

You were tempted to draw multiple rings, just to see what would happen. Alas, you stuck to the rules as you hummed ‘if he liked it then he shoulda put a ring on it,’ on repeat, circling around until a white ring was formed.

Third step, draw a circle and pentagram within the circle with chalk.

Luckily your brother was an art fanatic. You snatched one of his white pieces of chalk, and proceeded to draw.

By the end of it, your back was starting to hurt.

Fourth step, candles.

You placed a candle for each point of the pentagram, lighting them with the match youd found in the kitchen. God, you’d always had a certain.. fear, of fire ever since your granddad accidentally set fire to your hair on your 2nd birthday.

Fifth step, an offering.

You deadpanned when you read it. ‘An offering?’ You repeated to yourself, wondering if your brother would be fine with the proposal.

You decided against it, opting to offer a random necklace you’d found in your bag one day. (You still dont know just where it came from.)

You placed the necklace in the center of the circle, and now, you held your phone in your hands, about to recite the words from the website.

Eyes narrowed, you hesitantly stumbled over your words. ‘Saecula..Saeculorum..’ You said. ‘God what mind of name is this..’

You shook your head, resuming. ‘Be my friend, be my friend..?’

A moment of silence.

You waited for a second longer, before you felt the amusement bubble inside you as you started chuckling. You stood up, stretching as you grinned.

‘Who was i kidding. A demon ritual?’ You laughed. ‘Please, its not like this was ever going to work-‘

And suddenly, you saw flashed of light emitting from the centre of the circle. Ruby red, and emerald green.

What the hell.

You blinked more times than should have been humanely possible. Maybe your vision had gotten worse after all?..

Then, a man appeared, through some kind of warp hole in the ground that dissapeared as soon as it came. A handsome one at that. Long red hair that didnt reach below his neck, sharp emerald eyes. His slitted pupils latching onto your offerred necklace with curiosity.

Except, was he really a man if he had horns and a tail?

The horns that matched the colour of his hair; only being a darker shade. They looked smooth, reaching from the sides of his head up. His tail, slim and somewhat elegant, the tip thrashing back and forth.

You were stunned, a clear look of disbelief on your face.

The boy-demon, whatever he was, who had just appeared in your living room, suddenly turned his gaze towards you. You felt exposed, seeing that sharp gaze directed at you, and not the necklace.

You could only feel pity, and a sense of relation to the piece of jewellery that had suffered his stare for so long.

The ‘creature’ tilted his head, making a dismissive sound. ‘I suppose your offering has been more satisfactory than i would have expected.’ He-it said.

You continued staring, whether from awe, confusion or disbelief, you didnt know. ‘My.. my offering?’ You repeated dumbly.

The boy-demon simply held out the piece of jewellery. ‘The necklace. Or are you simply that forgetful and unaware?’ He said bluntly.

You finally snapped out of it, eyes narrowed in clear as day confusion. ‘Hold on, let’s backtrack here. Who the hell are you?’

A simple, slight tilt of his head back. ‘Dont you mean what am i, human?’

‘To put it simply,’ He started off, voice smooth. ‘I am a demon of the Itoshi bloodline, who has finally, and tragically been summoned.’ He sighed, seeming not too much bothered by the whole situation.

You deadpanned again, looking at him with a blank look as though your head was in the clouds. Eventually, you just said the first thing that came to mind.

‘What.’

The Itoshi sighed, dreadfully. ‘Dont tell me i have to repeat myself again. Are all humans this stupid?’ He muttered, tail lashing.

You shook your head. ‘No, no i mean, i get..? that youre a demon. Or well, kind of. This really just feels like a fever dream.’

You leaned closer curiously, eyes wide with that same look of curiosity and awe. ‘What i mean is.. How are you a demon?’

A quirk of his brow. ‘What do you mean by that?’

You leaned back, crossing your arms as you looked to the side. ‘I guess, i expected demons to be a lot.. uglier.’ You shrugged.

‘You even look human!’ You exclaimed, marvelling inside at his pretty face. ‘Well, besides the horns and tail.’ You pointed out, refusing the urge to touch them out of curiosity.

He shrugged. ‘Demons do look like humans, like you said. In fact, im pretty sure some demons have blended in into human society.’

‘Like Andrew Tate!’ You exclaimed.

The Itoshi deadpanned. ‘I dont know who that is. But yeah, i suppose.’

A moment of silence passed by, with the both of you staring at the other. You were too busy and caught up with admiring him to notice he was doing the same to you.

‘Say, I didnt get your name.’ You muttered.

And you wouldnt. Because just as you said that, you saw the familliar glare of lights pulling into the driveway.

‘Shit!’ You cursed, before grabbing the startled demon’s hand and half running, half dragging him upstairs to your room. Crashing through the door, you pushed him into your closet. He only deadpanned at you through the dark, surprisingly comfortable.

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You had to explain to your parents that you were doing an arts/science collaboration experiment.

They didnt believe you. But as long as you werent dealing weed and you cleaned up the mess after, they let you off the hook this once.

Once finished with your horrible at best excuse, you backed off, hands behind your back, and an uneasy smile on your face. As soon as you were out of sight, you swiftly sprinted upstairs.

When you peeked through your closet door, you were surprised when you still saw those same emerald eyes piercing back into you.

‘Youre still here.’ You said quietly, the hints of an amused smile on your face.

Though, the demon only huffed. ‘Yeah, and now i cant go back.’

‘Youve just trapped me on earth, until you reverse the ritual, that is.’

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ghostaholics · 1 year

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ᴇɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader Warning(s): age-gap (reader probably in mid 20s or so); angst A/N: Because I'm too lazy to write a full fic so here's literally a short piece of what I'm sure would've been something if I had the motivation

JOEL ALWAYS SAID THIS ABOUT YOU – born young enough to grow up in a world that had nothing to offer; you didn’t watch it decay like he did where it used to be half-decent and you could find your place in life before everything went to shit – had grown into something inhospitable and terrible and bitter to the core. No, to you, it was just rotten from the very beginning: broken dreams and scattered ashes littering the filthy ground, a bunch of "what-ifs" and "maybes" and no room for shades of gray when it came to seeing things in black and white because the darkness won out and snuffed out the rest of all that was light and good as the sickness descended like the goddamn Rapture; it wasn’t just the infected that remained – the only people left navigating the wreckage were those with cruel hearts and nasty intentions.

"Well, it's not all that awful," you say, murmuring into the opening of your thermos as you stare fixedly at the last the last few remnants of stew at the bottom. "You're here. I guess that sorta makes up for it."

His figure is hunched over the fire he recently smothered. Even though his back is facing you, the tension in his body is apparent. Rigid – the same way he stiffens up when danger's nearby. "Don't say that kinda stuff." (And it sounds just as serious as “Stay behind me,” or “Run,” whenever hell’s at your both of your guys' heels.)

But you keep on rambling anyways – Pandora's box cracked wide open like a gaping maw that spills secrets, ones that should have never been let out – won’t fucking shut up about it even if you can help it now. And maybe it's not fair to put this kind of burden on him; maybe it's selfish of you to tell him, no matter how wrong it is, but each day could be your last and getting this off your chest might mean one less stupid problem to worry about. It's not like he doesn't know. Not after what happened back in Colorado, anyways. That had made it clear as day if it wasn't already obvious before. "After everything we've been through, I bet you still think of me as that same kid that got under your skin when we first met," you say absentmindedly. It doesn't come out in an accusatory tone, just an observation.

The stress leaches into his voice, washing over every word. Joel's on guard. Walls up. He shakes his head slowly, like a warning. "You've got no idea what you're talking about."

You lean back, transferring your weight into your wrists. "So I'm not right, then?" you ask it innocently enough.

He's moving around, double-checking that all the gear's in place. Of course, he's avoiding any eye contact. "We've got to head out in ten. Now's not the time for this kind of conversation."

"Almost a thousand miles left. All we really have is time. Look, Joel whatever you've got to say, I can handle it. You don't need to spare my feelings.”

He’s fidgeting with his watch as if the strap’s suddenly too tight – a habit he doesn't indulge in often, but one that you've noticed once in a blue moon. Maybe he developed it because of you. Always so sure of himself, but you're the one person who's managed to upend everything. "Get your —"

" —guns are in my pack," you finish for him. It's routine at this point. He's predictable. You know what to expect. "Is it because—"

He cuts you off too. "It's a bad idea." There's a finality to his voice.

So he's thought about this before.

"We've had worse ones."

“People like you don’t end up with people like me,” he says. "Shouldn't."

And you’re taken aback because out of everything that you expected it most certainly wasn’t that.

The ticking of a secondhand, booming – can’t be his watch because that’s been shattered for years – off-rhythm, way too fast; it’s your heart thrashing violently behind the cage of your chest. You reach for him, fingers curling around his wrist. Your thumb meets his pulse point and you feel the constellation of tiny scars across the expanse of his weathered skin. He’s warm. Alive. “That’s not — Joel, c’mon, you don’t seriously believe that—”

His eyes flickers down to where the two of you are joined before dragging back up to meet your gaze. "I’m not infected like the rest of ‘em, but this disease turns men into monsters, corrupts them until they're the most twisted versions of themselves. I've done things that I'll never be able to come back from, and when we’re done here, you’re better off finding something else.”

As if you could ever. That's next to impossible. "I've seen all of the ugliest and messiest parts of you and it doesn't change a single thing. I still want you just as bad."

#not happy with either of these characterizations but oh well #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #tlou

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bigdealsgoddog · 1 year

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Lookism characters as fathers p2

Notes: just how I think certain characters would act as fathers (Jake kim, gun, Samuel seo)

Jake kim(kim gi myung)

He would absolutely love the idea of having a kid with you. He’s really hesitant though, he’s similar to Daniel in the sense that he knows what’s happened and what could happen so he really isn’t sure he wants to bring a kid into it all if so much is going down. But as long as nothing is really happening he’s not that hard to convince ngl.

When you actually do get pregnant he’s like !!! Me? I did that? Me? My kid? I got you pregnant? I did?

Once the initial shock dies down he’s all over you, as nervous as he is he’s really excited to have a kid of his own

Is the type to buy a million and one outfits for the kid before they’re even born and he buys all of the outfits from big deal street. #support local businesses

Unlike vasco he’s be really hesitant to bring his kid around big deal. Not that they’re bad or dangerous people but he remembers how much he hated his father for being a yakuza leader and being a playboy and he doesn’t want his own kid growing up the same way. It takes a little convincing on your side to get him to realize he can just show his kid why big deal is different from the yakuza and show how much good big deal brings

He started crying when he saw his kid for the first time after their born

There was one time you caught him playing with your kid, turns out it was a whole play date with big deal and they were pretending the baby was the yakuza boss while they ran around playing ‘pretend’ yakuza

It was quite funny when lineman had bowed his head in apology for ‘disrespecting boss baby’ and proceeded to get bonked on the head by your kiddos rattle

He immediately got dragged away by jerry to be “given to the fishes” while your baby cackled

There was one time you had gotten sick so Jake had to take the kiddo with him to big deal, this was when they were still young so he absolutely had one of those baby harnesses on

For the most part you or Jake would always pick up your kiddo from day care/school and normally it wouldn’t be a problem, Jake cleans up well and doesn’t really look out of the ordinary if his tattoos aren’t showing. That is until jerry came to pick up one day because you both were really busy and jerry is on the allowed to pick up list.

The teachers look terrified when they see this big hulking scarred guy coming up to the school, they’re panicking a little and the students don’t stop gawking especially when your kiddo dashes off excited that ‘uncle Jerry’s here!’

The teachers relaxed when they see your kid hugging Jerry’s leg and he just gives one of the sweetest smiles

The teachers end up asking you guys about jerry later on and even how he’s doing sometimes and if he’ll be coming by again anytime soon to pick your kiddo up. The kids nonstop talk about him and your kiddo cause now they think your kiddo has a personal body guard and if anyone tries to bully them it’ll be their ass.

I feel like aside from jerry as much as Jake loves big deal he wouldn’t trust anyone with his kid to babysit alone

Maybe Sinu

Maybe

Samuel seo(seo seongeun)

Honestly? He’d probably rather punt a kid instead of having one

I hate to say this but he’d be similar to endeavor in the sense of if he can’t achieve his goal of becoming ‘king’ he wants his kid to do it. It’s gonna take you talking some sense into him to make sure it doesn’t happen.

I could see Samuel maybe drunkenly confessing one night what happened in his childhood, how he wished he was gapryong kims son instead of his ‘real father’ who wanted him to get into the a/c industry.

You absolutely use that to get him to realize how stupid he is trying to make your child into a blood thirsty fighter like him. That maybe if your kid wanted to he could but just like him when he was younger his kid can go fuck right off and do whatever they hell they damned pleased if he pushed them enough. He finally got the hint.

He’d Lowkey spoil the fuck out of his kid though, he can’t have his kid out here in subpar clothes. This kid is two years old and will have more gucci outfits than a sane adult person would have.

You’ve pointed out that babies grow really quickly and that they’ll grow out of it in three weeks time

He doesn’t care

The poor daycare workers when you bring your kiddo in decked out in the most expensive brands, they’re terrified to let your kid dirty their clothes up until you tell them it’s perfectly fine and to please encourage the kid to dirty the clothes, maybe it’ll give your husband incentive to stop buying the most expensive shit

He still doesn’t care, have you seen how often he dirties and fucks up his own clothes? No fucks given

Honestly doesn’t give a rats ass about being a decent father until you snap at him(maybe while you’re pregnant because he’s giving a ‘fuck all that’ attitude if you want (insert food craving) just order it through the (insert food service) he’s not getting up just for a craving for a stupid baby) and you turned around yelling about how he won’t and can’t be a decent father because he’s too scared of messing up.

This man and his inferiority complex would make a complete 180, he’s out getting your food cravings and he’s making sure your feet stay elevated and he’s rubbing your shoulders. That’s how he ended up getting into the mindset of ‘well if I can’t be king and I’m having a kid they can do what I couldn’t!’ Of course as we already said you’d put an end to that real quick.

I think after the kiddo is born and one day you had left your kid alone with Samuel for like. Five minutes and by the time you got back the kiddo fell asleep in his arms and he’s just staring in awe at your kid. He didn’t think about it till now but they really did look like you…they’re just….so small and fragile…he’s almost scared he’s gonna break it if he shifts the wrong way. You see how anxiously careful he’s being before going over behind him to wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek

“It’s ok, you’re not gonna hurt them. They’re sleeping already how about we lay them down?-“”no!” He’d cut in a little loud and quick, shrinking back a moment surprised and confused at his own reaction, immediately quieting down his voice “no no…it’s fine-they’ll just wake up if I move…” he mumbled. He didn’t want to admit he wanted to keep holding them.

Gun (park jeong geong)

One of the few out of all these headcannons willing and wanting to train their kid to be a fighter and will probably get their way about it

His special talent is to literally train people into their peak performance of course he’s gonna do it for his kid to excel at sports in school and self defense are you kidding 100% teaches his kid kyokushin karate.

You’ve seen this man with money he would absolutely spoil the fuck out of his kid but in all the wrong ways. Samuel would spoil on the drip alone because “presentation is the most important things

But gun? He’ll buy his kid new clothes, toys, gadgets and even weaponry(as long as it’s approved by you surprisingly. You’re not letting your kid walk to school strapped)

You’ve seen gun a few times hunched over his desk doing paper work and your baby is sitting on his shoulders, messing with his hair.

Kids talk about your kid at school all the time, between how much luxury items they have and the fact their father drops them off in luxury cars all the time. Not to mention anytime someone tries fucking with them they immediately shoot it down or beat the crap out of their bullies.

You’d scold them while it’s good they stood up for themselves under no circumstances should they be shoving other kids faces into the edge of the desk to knock their teeth out. Gun will always reward them with ice cream behind your back for ‘using what he taught them’

Gun would absolutely bring his kid to goos place to brag about how much better his kid is compared to goos

Both of your kids end up just having a play date every-time while gun and goo duke it out

Speaking of goo

Goo(Kim joon goo)

I feel like in a weird way he’d be one of the best kinda of dads?

Not in the sense of he’s responsible or anything

I mean I feel like he has the potential of being a responsible dad, he’d say it’s like being that one anime character where he’s a stay at home husband while also battling the emotional turmoil of being a yakuza member, the ways of the house goo if you will

But he’s definitely the type to love playing with his kiddo, there’s a few times you’ll come home to him and the kiddo playing video games or playing robots together. Hell he’ll even spar with the kid, teach em a few moves and have at it

The problem comes in when the kid almost beats him a few times at a game and he’ll immediately cheat to pull his win.

Then you’ve got the kid fighting that yes they did win and goo being a teasing shit that he won fair and square

You know goo better than that

He’d absolutely tell his kid to give/tell certain things to guns kid to use/say to piss gun off. You’ll have a very pissed off gun at your doorstep regularly

Ok but also when you were pregnant he absolutely talked to the kiddo through your stomach. It would seem all cute and soft, you’re being lulled to sleep with his gentle rubbing on your stomach and his quiet coos to the baby

Until you tune into what he’s actually saying

“Once you come out you’re gonna say gun is a pussy ok?” Welp that’s enough of that

At some point he turned around and started putting headphones on your stomach, it’s “educational audio books”

He omitted the part where the ‘audio books’ are actually just various anime he’s seen and wants the kid to watch. Gotta start em early

He would totally fuck with Daniel and his partner because he’d get the intrusive thought to poke your belly when your pregnant cause like popping balloons and he’d convince Daniel his partner could pop easier than a balloon

#lookism #lookism fluff #lookism hc #gun park #goo kim #jake kim #Daniel park #jake kim hcs #gun park hcs #samuel seo #samuel seo hc #goo kim hcs

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beewolfwrites · 1 year

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Can we have a part 2 to “Clingy” with Niragi and Chishiya?😍🙈

Clingy - Part 2

AO3 request: could I request a OS as a part two to 'clingy' where y/n has started to be much more clingy with other people now their relationship is over and Niragi/Chishiya can't do anything to fix it but watch their ex bitterly regretting their words. Maybe a scene where y/n is purposely over affectionate even more than ever before to make them jealous as a 'look what you missed out on' type revenge.

Both Chishiya x fem s/o and Niragi x fem s/o. There are two different oneshots, so you don't have to read the Niragi one if you don't like.

TW: in the Chishiya-shot, it's implied that Niragi might have spiked a drink.

On with the show! Enjoy :)

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Chishiya

Nine words.

“Executive Chishiya Shuntarou is not a fan of PDA.”

Who knew that nine words written on a napkin would be enough to destroy a relationship? It was all fun and games, until that very napkin actually did end up with Hatter’s signature at the bottom. And Aguni’s. And Mira’s. And Kuzuryuu’s. It was a prank taken too far.

And when I had been invited into Hatter’s presidential suite on executive business, only to discover the napkin encased in a gold frame on his bedside table, enough was enough.

Even I had my limits.

She should have been heartbroken, curled up in her room like a kicked puppy. Yet here she was, prancing around the pool and flaunting her freedom in my face. The night was still young and the party was raging as usual - a chaotic mess of drugs, debauchery and homemade cocktails. I was sitting with Kuina at a table, idly listening as she prattled on about how amazing An looked with her new sunglasses. I sipped a glass of water, focusing my eyes on the party, the pool, anything but her. Only, that voice. I could still hear it.

‘Am I allowed to touch your rifle?’

‘Oh, you can do more than just touch it.’

I could just hear Niragi’s sneer, and from the corner of my eye, I knew that he was gauging my reaction as he ran a finger along her bare shoulder. I tried not to look. But all I could see was her exposed skin and that stupid metal smile of his. And her, blithely oblivious to the situation she had fallen into.

‘Here,’ Niragi said. ‘For you, babydoll.’

He offered her a strong cocktail - one of the bar’s special concoctions. And of course, the idiot took it. Her pettiness would be her downfall. Her eyes flashed to mine as she took a sip, smiling against the glass. She knew exactly what she was doing.

‘This is so boring!’ Kuina exclaimed, bringing my attention back to the table. She was sulking, using a straw to stir her Pina Colada. ‘We’re supposed to be hanging out and all you’re doing is staring at your ex.’

‘I’m not.’

‘Do you think I’m that stupid?’

‘At times.’

Pain flared in my shoulder as she pinched the skin. I clasped a hand over it, wary that anyone could have seen. ‘Kuina, that really wasn’t necessary.’

‘You’re kidding me, right?’ She scoffed, taking a sip of her Pina Colada and pointing the straw at the couple across the courtyard. ‘You need to get your ass in gear. Niragi’s over there stealing your girl, and you’re doing nothing about it.’

‘She can do whatever she wants. We’re not together.’

‘But she’s just trying to make you jealous!’

‘Like I said, she can do what she wants.’ I noticed Niragi’s hand slide around her exposed waist, feeling her smooth skin, his fingers inching north. ‘But as for him…’

Without thinking, I stood up and strolled across the courtyard. Niragi grinned when he saw me approaching and pulled her body closer. She blinked, sipping her cocktail innocently, even when Niragi stroked a thumb over her skin.

I ignored it, meeting his smile. ‘Niragi. Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you supposed to be on duty?’

He snickered. ‘Pretty sure I’m not. Nice try though.’

‘Hmm…’ I nodded slowly, knowing perfectly well that he was, in fact, supposed to be counting the armoury supplies with his team. ‘So you’re fine with me fetching Aguni to double check?’

Niragi’s eyes narrowed, his smile dropping. There was a squeak of pain as his grip tightened around her, dragging her even closer. Her ruse had dropped, and I could see the discomfort in her expression, grimacing as she gripped her drink with both hands.

‘Actually,’ I said, ‘I believe I see Aguni just inside. Let’s ask—’

‘Forget it,’ Niragi cut in, releasing her and slinging his rifle back onto his shoulder. ‘This party is fucking stupid anyway.’

He stormed off inside, leaving the two of us alone in the midst of the party. She was gripping her glass, staring into the cocktail to avoid looking me in the eye. I took it from her grasp.

‘Hey! That’s mine!’ She tried to pull at my arm as I held the glass up to the neon strobe lights, searching for any sign of fogginess or bubbles.

‘What’s in this?’ I asked.

‘Alcohol.’

‘I see. What kind?’

She pursed her lips. ‘Probably vodka. Maybe rum. It’s all the same to me.’

‘And to Niragi, you’re the same as any of these other women.’ Setting down the glass on a table, I gestured to the drunken crowd shaking their hips out of sync with the music. ‘There could be anything in this.’

She turned away, her face sinking. Then under her breath, she muttered, ‘Like you even care. At least Niragi would let me touch him.’

Niragi would happily use his rifle to force her to touch him, but I didn’t tell her this. Instead, I shoved my hands into my pockets, knowing that the outcome was inevitable. She had me in checkmate, and there was only one way this conversation would end.

‘I’ll let you hold my hand, but only if it’s hidden inside my pocket,’ I said. ‘You’re not touching my hair.’

Her head slowly perked up as she realised what I had just said. ‘Okay.. I can do that. But what about kisses?’

With her standing there, eyes glistening with hope and fingers clasped in front of her lips as if in prayer, it was so easy, so predictable. And when she looked at me like that, how could I refuse?

I sighed, allowing myself a small smile. ‘We’ll see…’

Niragi

That fucking smile of hers. It drove me wild. It made me want to crawl the walls and punch through glass. And she knew it. Oh she did.

Ever since that incident, my reputation had never been the same. Half of the Beach thought I was some furry freak with a fetish for bunny ears. It took a week of flashing my rifle at anyone who dared to snicker for the rumours to die down.

And now that she had chewed up my reputation, tarnished my name, chewed me up and spat me out, she still wasn’t finished with me. No, instead she was sucking up to Aguni at every turn. In the games we played as a team, she hid behind his form, batting her eyelashes and calling him “Aguni-Sama”, worshipping him like he was a fucking god or something.

She should have been worshipping me.

And here we were again, shooting predators in the middle of a theme park to clear what should have been a simple Five of Spades. All the while, I’m trying to aim at a hyena but all I can see is her hands gripping his bicep. Obviously Aguni doesn’t give a damn what she’s doing, but she’s got that smile again. She’s smiling because she knows that I’m watching.

I wait until the game is over and we’re back at the Beach before cornering her right as she’s heading down the hallway to her room. As she rounds a bend, I grab her wrist, dragging her into me. As expected, she gasps and tries to yank her hand free.

‘What do you want?’ She hisses. ‘You’ve gone from clingy boyfriend to clingy ex.’

‘That’s rich,’ I sneered. ‘You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off Aguni.’

Her lips curled into a self-satisfied smile. ‘Haven’t you seen his muscles? The man’s built like a demigod.’

I took a step forward, pulling her closer to me until I could feel every breath she took. ‘Yeah, but can he kiss you like I can.’

She tilted her head up, her voice low. ‘He can do more than that.’

‘I bet he can’t make you scream.’

‘He doesn’t make me scream in anger, if that’s what you mean.’

‘I think we both know that’s not what I mean.’

By now, I was so close I could see every fleck of colour in her eyes… smell the sweetness of her hair and skin. It was agony, having to resist closing that small distance between her lips and mine. She trailed a single finger along the lining of my shirt, tracing the contours of my torso and leaving a trail of tingles in its wake. I suppressed a shudder, fighting the urge to rip that finger away.

‘Hmm…’ she breathed. ‘I guess you’ll have to show me then.’

And since she asked so nicely, I did just that.

Needless to say, as we crashed into my hotel room, bodies inseparable until the end, it was no longer Aguni she was worshipping.

#alice in borderland #aib #imawa no kuni no arisu #chishiya x reader #niragi x reader #chishiya shuntaro #niragi

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄 | ohshc; twelve.

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pairing : ohshc x gn reader summary : perhaps no one at ouran is more qualified to deal with a broken heart than the host club. with a student’s heartbreak painfully obvious to everyone but themself, the host club takes it upon themselves to remedy that. all against that student’s better judgement. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.4k+

An hour before classes started, there was a crisp knock at your door.

“Apologies for disturbing you, Y/N-san, but there are two young men waiting downstairs for you. They said that they’re friends of yours from Ouran Academy?”

You grimaced at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You had been half-hoping that Hikaru was only kidding about dropping by your house this morning but you should have known better. If they had still been waiting outside, you might have been able to slip out of your window and escape without them noticing. But if they were already inside there wasn’t much you could do except meet them. You had a feeling the twins knew exactly what they were doing, because your mother would have greeted them by now and you couldn’t run away without it being awkward for everyone.

Through a garble of toothpaste, you managed to call out, “Tell them I’ll be right there, Shimada-san. Thanks.”

You rinsed your mouth then checked over your reflection. You found yourself straightening out your shirt and wondering if you should try to find your school blazer to look less sloppy.

Wait, you thought with a scowl. Why do I care about that? Who cares about that stupid blazer?

You grabbed your book bag and hurried downstairs. You followed the sound of chatter to the kitchen, where the twins were leaning over the kitchen island as your mother poured them glasses of juice.

“Y/N was a fantastic volleyball player,” your mother was saying. “Everyone adored them as the team captain.”

“What position did they play?” one of the twins asked.

“One of the offense positions. They worked very well with their setter. Their games were always very intense. Y/N doesn’t like to give up easily. We used to have a few pictures in the hall from when . . .” your mother trailed off when she saw you. “Oh, good morning, sweetheart! Did you sleep well?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I slept fine.” The twins grinned cheerfully at you, as though they always stopped by your house before school. You only just restrained yourself from throwing them an obscene gesture.

“These two boys were nice enough to drop by to pick you up for school,” your mother said, smiling. “You never told me about them. Although I do remember being at the art gathering the other night.”

“I just thought it was a little soon to be thinking of them as friends,” you said, and the twins side-eyed you.

“So how do you all know each other?” Your mother slid a glass of juice toward you.

“Mom, we should be getting to school.”

“We met during one of our club activities,” the twin you decided was Hikaru said.

“Oh, which club?”

You tried to jump in before Hikaru could scandalize your mother by revealing the Host Club. “It’s nothing big. Just the—”

“Academic Debate Club, of course.”

You snapped your mouth shut. Unless Kaoru had become a club president overnight, there was no such club at Ouran. Or there was, but they didn’t have “Academic” hanging in front of their name.

“That sounds great,” your mother said, looking between you and Kaoru. “What do you do there?”

Hikaru seemed to pick up whatever wavelength his brother was on. “It’s just an informal get-together, really. A bunch of like-minded students trying to figure out solutions for the word at large.”

“We are planning on meeting with a few Tokyo representatives at the end of term to try and give them some of our ideas,” Kaoru continued.

Hikaru nodded sagely. “We think it’s extremely important to become involved in the community, however we can.”

Your mother grinned at you, then leaned over the island to kiss you on the forehead. “Aww look at you, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

You tried not to squirm under the attention. You didn’t know what the twins were getting at but you knew you didn’t like it.

“At any rate, we should get going,” Hikaru said breezily. “Thank you for the juice, L/N-san. We hope you don’t mind us dropping by so early.”

“Not at all. You’re both welcome here any time.”

The twins said goodbye to your mother, then swept out to the front door. After finishing off your juice, you followed after them warily, ignoring the knowing look your mother gave you.

“You know I have a chauffeur too, right?” you said as Hikaru got into the car.

“Direct orders from the Boss,” Hikaru said. “We were to report to your house one hour before school started.”

With a sigh, you slid into the backseat beside him. Kaoru sat on your other side and the twins’ chauffeur drove off a few moments later.

“What was all that with the Academic Debate Club?” you asked Kaoru.

“It wasn’t like we could tell your mom you were part of the Host Club,” he replied blandly.

“I guess, except that she and my dad are going to go to the academy festival and wonder why our club isn’t listed anywhere.”

“We thought you’d appreciate the excuse,” Hikaru said, a sly undertone to his words that instantly put you on edge.

“Why?”

Hikaru feigned obliviousness. “No reason. We just thought you might have a thing for overachievers.”

“Confident, self-possessed individuals,” Kaoru added.

“People who know how to give back to their community.”

“And are good at public speaking.”

It took you a second to put two and two together.

“You . . . you know who he is?” Horror washed through your body.

The twins’ expressions were nothing short of devilish.

“But how?” It was suddenly very hot inside of the car. It was one thing for the hosts to tease you about being heartsick, but it was another thing entirely for them to know about Keiji. You wanted to keep your time with him separate and distant. You couldn’t have him bleeding into your life when you were trying so hard to put him in the past.

“Renge did some sleuthing. It wasn’t hard to figure it out,” Hikaru said.

You were going to murder her. And Kyoya. And Tamaki. And the twins, and Honey and—

The chauffeur took a turn that led away from Ouran Academy. You blinked, confused.

“Where are we going?”

“Further orders from the Boss,” Kaoru said. “You need a makeover. You can’t make your debut as a host looking like that.”

“I’m wearing the same uniform you are.”

“It’s wrinkled,” Hikaru sniffed. “And your tie isn’t even knotted properly.”

Kaoru raised an eyebrow. “Your complexion is awful and your posture is terrible. You’re going to put the Host Club out of business.”

“You’re kidding me.” You hunched into yourself. “You’re forcing me to get a makeover?”

“Don’t look so horrified,” Hikaru said. “You should be glad we’re doing this for you. We don’t spend time with just anyone. It’s for your own good.”

“We don’t have time to get anything done before school,” you protested.

“We know a person. It’ll be quick,” Kaoru said.

“We’ve arrived,” the twins’ chauffeur announced. You followed the twins out of the car with all of the enthusiasm of a man walking to the gallows.

They led you into an upscale spa and lounge of which they were obviously regular clients. The receptionists out front greeted them by name and they started up an easy conversation with the pretty-faced attendant who came to take you upstairs.

“Will it be the usual for you two today?” she asked. She had the exact artificial smile of skin care commercials.

“Not for us,” Hikaru said. “Our friend is in dire need of service.”

The attendant gave you a once-over and seemed to find you lacking.

“Of course. Is there anything they have in mind?”

“Full treatment,” Kaoru said. “All options. An extra fifteen-minute massage would be nice.”

The attendant nodded. When you reached your floor, the attendant guided you into a reclining leather chair and dimmed the lights. Acoustic guitar played quietly from speakers and a humidifier let up something citrus smelling.

“Am I going to have to pay for this?” you said.

“It’s coming out of your fee with the Host Club,” Kaoru said. “Kyoya will tell you all about it.”

Before you could answer, a team of attendants descended down upon you. You could hardly keep track of everything that was happening, only registering things in flashes. Someone massaging your hands. Someone slathering cleanser on your face. Another person working on your eyebags. You lay stiffly for a good ten minutes before you finally relaxed and allowed yourself to enjoy being pampered.

You felt like an airy, weightless balloon. You hadn’t realized how pent up you were. You could stand to be in the Host Club a little bit longer if it meant more massages like this. You nearly drifted off to sleep when one of the twins said, “So when are you going to tell us why you and Nishio Keiji broke up?”

Your eyes snapped open. You scowled before the attendant massaging your face patted your cheek.

“Don’t frown. You’ll get wrinkles.”

“That’s none of your business,” you said to the twins. You could only see the edges of them from your periphery.

“Come on. How long are you planning on keeping this from us? You know it’ll come out sooner or later,” Hikaru said.

“Why don’t you just ask Renge if she knows so much?”

“We thought you might like a chance to tell things from your perspective,” Kaoru said innocently.

You thought of Nishio’s profile, his easy smile and rakish charm. You thought of how intoxicating it was to be the singular focus of his attention.

“We met in Malta. Things ended before I got back home,” you said.

“Don’t tell me that’s it,” Hikaru said. “You don’t get your heart broken from a thing like that.”

“It’s like you guys are more hung up on my ex than I am,” you snipped. “Why are you always asking about him?”

There was a pause. The attendant kept massaging your face, her fingers moving in a rippling motion that was slightly distracting.

“If we tell you the truth, you’ll owe us the truth too,” Kaoru said slowly.

You hesitated. Telling Mori and Honey about Nishio had been cathartic in a way, but you had known them for longer and they were just easier to talk to. Even with how much they teased you, you couldn’t read the twins. There was an undercurrent of intensity to the two of them that could go either way.

You might as well find out.

“Fine,” you said. “You answer first.”

“Honey has told us that you’re completely different from how you used to be,” Hikaru said. “You didn’t seem like the kind of person who let anything get to them, much less a breakup.”

Karou continued. “I guess we’re just curious about who could have caused such a drastic change in you. It would have to be . . .”

“Someone terrible,” Hikaru finished.

“Keiji was not terrible,” you said. You didn’t know why you were so quick to rush to his defense. “He was great. He was funny and charming and he did everything right.”

“Then what happened?” Hikaru said.

“ . . . I don’t know,” you admitted. It sounded like defeat. “We met on the first day of my vacation. He was cute, but I noticed his voice first. It was so . . . calm. Deliberate. He knew how to tell a story. I could listen to him for hours.”

The attendant left the room. You continued to lie in the chair.

“He always looked so happy when he had an audience. He always had something to share and it was like he saw everything like a movie. Everything was exciting and new and made you want to see the world the way he did. He noticed the smallest things and treated them all like they mattered. He never brushed things off. He was the complete opposite of me and I loved how he could match me stride for stride.

“I felt like I made sense with him. Like he could balance me out. Like I could balance him out. We were together almost all of the time until . . . he just stopped all contact. I don’t know if it was intentional, but at some point, things just stopped. And I didn’t know how to start things back up again.”

“Sounds like he ghosted you,” Hikaru said blandly.

“Hikaru,” his brother hissed.

“What? That’s what this is, isn’t it? Might as well say it.”

“Things might have been more complicated than that.”

“The way I see it, Y/N just liked someone a lot more than he liked them.”

“Or he might have felt the same and didn’t know how to show it.”

You sat up from the chair. Hikaru shrugged, seeming bored with the idea already.

“You shouldn’t be so quick to jump to conclusions,” Kaoru said, oddly serious. “We don’t know anything about Keiji. It isn’t fair to say he’s the villain here.”

Because that was the heart of the matter, wasn’t it? Nishio had broken your heart, but somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to be angry with him. You didn’t know why he had done what he had. If you weren’t so scared, you would ask him. If only to know.

“Thanks, Kaoru,” you said. “You got it down exactly.”

Surprise passed over both of the twins’ faces.

“Excuse you, but I’m Kaoru,” Hikaru said haughtily.

“Yeah, sure.” You slid off the leather chair. “What time is it? We should get going.”

“You know you can’t really tell us apart,” Hikaru said, fixed at your elbow as you left the spa. “Not even our own babysitter can do that.”

“Who am I?” Kaoru said on your other side, pointing at himself like you were a toddler.

You raised your eyebrow at him. “You’re Kaoru,” you tilted your head at his brother, “and that’s Hikaru.”

Kaoru’s mouth opened slightly. Hikaru scoffed, tossing his head. “Lucky guess.”

You didn’t know how to explain it exactly. Maybe you were just being more observant, or prolonged exposure to the twins’ teasing had made you aware of the subtle differences between them.

Hikaru was the instigator. More impulsive and headstrong. Kaoru was milder, more sensitive and a bit more perceptive. They balanced each other out, in the way that people who spent all of their time together often did.

But you didn’t say any of that, because neither you nor the twins were ones for sentimentality.

“He’s right,” you said with a jaunty shrug. “Lucky guess.”

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sunshine-tattoo · 2 years

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ok so im gonna clarify a few things for yall who were confused about "the circus".

Stolas was not pining after blitz for 25 years.

Did he have a crush when they were kids? Absolutely.

Was the memory of their time together important to him? 100%.

But he had very much grown up and moved on by the time they met again.

"But why did he flirt when they were reunited?"

Well for one thing he had just chugged an entire bottle of absinthe.

Don't know if any of you have tried that shit but even like two shots will knock you on your ass.

So he was very drunk.

Second, because the circumstances were like something out of a romance novel.

A childhood crush climbing into one's bedroom? I've had that dream before.

But I doubt he expected Blitz to flirt back.

He was very inexperienced when it came to sex because he had only ever been with Stella and for reproductive purposes.

So having someone actually want him back was kinda a shock to the system.

"But then why did he get all loud and kinky?"

Because this was a sexual awakening for him.

He was with someone who supposedly wanted him (something Stella never did) and was very attracted.

What's more, Blitz and Stolas are very sexually compatible.

This is proven in Blitz's staying all night.

He could have just given him a quick fuck and suck and then been out the window.

But he didn't. Because he was having a great time with a very welling and very sexy partner.

"So why is their relationship so complicated?"

1. Social hierarchies

2. Emotional baggage

Stolas and Blitz come from two very different positions in a society that is incredibly hierarchical.

To Stolas, this isn't a big deal because he thinks the rules are stupid.

But to Blitz it is a very big deal. Because he's the one at risk if this all goes tits up.

Whats more, Blitz is very aware that his first meeting with Stolas was literally because he was bought and paid for.

Per Vivzie, imps are often stolen or sold from families to be used for slave labor.

Blitz is very very afraid that one day he will end up like his fellows and be someone's belonging.

We can see that in his hallucination with stolas. He is chained at his side while other versions of himself fan stolas as slaves.

Stolas most likely has no idea about this fear because 1) he probably didn't know their childhood playdate was paid for and 2) he is unaware of how unequal things actually are.

This is where the emotional baggage comes in.

Stolas is essentially a clueless teenager in love (and sexually awakened) for the first time.

He assumes that nothing else matters beyond love, passion, and compatability.

But we all know that isn't true.

Blitz on the other extreme. He is head-over-heels for stolas. But he can't admit it to himself because 1) he thinks stolas is just using him for sex and 2) even if stolas did love him he doesn't want to risk heartbreak.

We don't know exactly why blitz has such intimacy and trust issues.

My guess is that he experienced death/ abandonment fairly young.

And that fizz left him at some point to become famous.

But whatever the reason, he can't break down his walls to let anyone in. Especially someone so much higher on the hierarchy.

"So how does all of this end?"

In terms of the overarching story? They will work through their shit and become a beautiful couple.

In terms of details? No idea. Because that is up to vivzie and Brandon on how they want to tell the story.

But most likely a few things will probably happen (also based on the clips in the trailer)

1. Blitz and Fizz need to work out their drama

2. Stolas needs to help Octavia understand why he left/ how abusive Stella was

3. Showdown with striker (and maybe find out his unique background)

There will be other arcs as well for the other characters of course. Loona needs to work on her issues. M&M will have more stuff with their families. Not to mention new characters to join in.

But overall, that is most likely the direction things will go over the course of this season and maybe even a third one.

#helluva boss blitz #helluva boss analysis #helluva boss #helluva boss the circus #stolitz #stolas #prince stolas

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tobylovesspence · 1 year

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Ceilings- Carl Gallagher

How you guys realized that I’m naming fics off songs that made me think of them? No? Not yet? lol well now you know :)

Summary: The One where you confess at the wrong time, or at least she believed.

He was so aggravating, so aggravatingly likeable too. A stupid young kid who clearly did not understand the effects of his actions or what effects you hoped yours would have. “What? I don’t get it.” He laughed as you stared at him, rain sloshing in your boots with your every step, his borrowed jacket doing nothing to stop your head soaking. “You don’t get it?” He stared back, both of you stopping walking for a moment. “No, I don’t get it.” His voice was quiet against the rain, you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t paying attention. “I was calling you cute, idiot.” You laughed, trying to cover the red in your cheeks as you continued walking. “Cute? I’m not a baby.” You could practically hear his fake pout through his voice. “Can’t you take a compliment?” He chuckled, “Calling me a baby is hardly a compliment.” You sighed, your door in sight as you turned around to look at Carl. “I’m not calling you a baby you idiot! I’m calling you cute because I like you!” You had his shirt collar in your hands.

You let go as you stared at his suprised and widened eyes. “I-i’m sorry. Ignore that that ever happened.” You ran to your door as he followed, “Y/n! Come on, talk to me!” You slammed your door in his face. Sliding down the wall to cry. He sighed on the other side of the door, contemplating whether he wanted to sit out in the cold and wait for you to open it, he took the latter. You heard his steps, down your stairs, to your fence, you heard the gate open and a sob erupted from your throat. You felt like an idiot, cuddling into your bed, with his stupidly soaked sweater still draped over you. You had laid there like that almost all night, his sweater now dry as well as the tears on your cheeks. You had to get up for school, but you didn’t want to. You prolonged your walk to school with a shower, letting the scolding hot water burn your body and your thoughts of Carl. You had gotten dressed, his sweater being draped over your shoulders again, with the thought of I’ll give it to Fiona before Carl gets home.

And so you walked to school. Carl’s face being the first you saw when you stepped into the building, he was never here early like you were so you assumed your lack of sleep made you hallucinate as you walked off towards the library, your steps stopped short when your arm was grabbed. “Y/n, please.” You knew who it was before you even looked at him, his pleas making him stand out immediately, you turned and were inches away from Carl Gallagher. “Y/n, please, let me talk.” You stared at him, any snarky or rude response dead on your tongue at his puppy eye look. “Y/n I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything last night, talk to me again?” You frowned, he wanted to be friends again. He really was going to ignore what you said last night. “Y-yeah. It’s whatever.”

You walked to the library with Carl in tow, every touch of his arm brushing against yours made you want to throw up. Especially when his words finally met your ears. “Oh yeah, and my girlfriend...” You had cut his voice out again, looking to realize someone else was walking with you, Carl’s friend, as they talked about Carl having a girlfriend. Why didn’t you know about it earlier? You picked up your steps, feeling lucky when Carl and his friend were too enamoured in the girlfriend talk to notice you leaving them behind. “Wait-...where’d your girlfriend go?” Carl looked up to where you had been, looking forward to see you further on your path to the library. “Oh fuck.” His friend gave him a confused look. “Sh-she doesn’t know.” His friend laughed, “She doesn’t know you call her your girlfriend? Wow, you are one dumb ass kid.”

Carl hadn’t been able to catch you for even a second for the rest of the day, up until lunch, you sat across from him at the same table at lunch, beside your friend, so you had no choice but to take your seat. He cut his conversation with the girl next to him short, smiling at you widely. “Thank God, I need to talk to you!” He grabbed your arm, lifting you up with him as he stood up, he took you out of the cafeteria into the hallway. “I need to explain something, and you are probably gonna find me immensely stupid and creepy when I tell you this.” You laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood and move to a different topic. “Wow Carl, didn’t know you knew words like immensely.” He smiled at you for a moment before going serious once more. “Yeah yeah funny, but I’m serious, this is serious.” You nodded as a way to tell him you were listening. “Ok, I’m single.” You didn’t find that to be that serious, so he lied to his friend about dating someone, why should you care. You opened your mouth to respond when he elaborated. “When I said my girlfriend, I was talking about you. Before you say anything I know that is a totally pathetic and creepy thing to do-” He had stopped when your hand landed on his chest. He had never acted like this, soft and argumentative at the same time, it had you as confused as you placing your hand on his chest had him. “Y/n...” He leaned down, you leaned up. “Would you be my girlfriend?” You giggled, “Is that even a question?”

“I guess not.” And with that he leaned the rest of the way in, kissing you like his life depended on it.

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Yk I had to write about one of my favorite white boys. @b0nes-phobic , sorry not sorry. :)

#carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #carl gallagher fluff #carl gallagher angst

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hikennosabo · 3 months

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#tristampparty day 10, episode 10: humanity

oh we're REALLY in it now. @tristampparty let's goooooo

wonder who these journalists are, who the sources are... oh, and the radio dj is masaya onosaka, as always!

AHHHH SEE IT WAS JULY IN THE FLASHBACK LAST EPISODE!! IT'S THE SAME CRACKED EGG SHAPE!!! IT'S JULY I'M NOT STUPID!!!! I'M NOT STUPID!!!! IT WAS JUST MY 3AM SLEEP DEPRIVED BRAIN!!!!

....

"whose side are you on?" count: 4

so not only do conrad and luida know each other, conrad knows exactly what luida is up to... he immediately knows who meryl is talking about even though she didn't say her name. have they been in contact at all over the past 150 years, i wonder?

vash's sneeze alerting the police is so funny. why is he so sneezy.

vash letting himself get shot... oof. ough. ouch. agh. (<- me taking poison damage)

the dramatic chord at the title drop... very foreboding. i like it.

...

my japanese isn't good enough so i can't tell for sure if wolfwood actually says "deer" (it doesn't sound like it, but the kansai dialect could be throwing me off) or this was just the translator using a metaphor without thinking about the implications. how does he know what a deer is. (he doesn't say "deer" in the dub, ftr)

conrad's exposition dump about his motivations is... a lot... he thinks he's doing good, working towards a better future, but meryl and roberto rightfully call bs lmao.

it's just... okay, we don't know exactly what happened with him and tesla. we only have the photo with the two of them, and the flashback to her discovery by the twins, but... it seems like this adaptation of conrad was combined with the other scientists on ship five. so now instead of conrad being the only ally to rem against the other scientists' experiments on tesla, he became the person who did the experiments in the first place. and that's just so... i don't know. to atone for tesla, he's... doing more unethical experiments?? he's doubling down??

knives is the king of hypocrisy and doubling down, too, and the king of the sunk cost fallacy... i'm not making excuses for knives, especially not for his current behavior, but he was very young when all this started. so it's easier to understand why and how he became the way he is. but conrad's a grown ass man.

he's trying to make humans more like plants, and the way he talks to meryl and roberto about knives it's clear that he views humans as an inferior species. and even when expressing regret over what happened with tesla, it's like he doesn't see Why what he did to tesla was Bad. if he truly understood that, he wouldn't be doing more unethical experiments in the first place. in his eyes, independent plants went from being below him (as something to experiment on) to being above him (as something humanity must aspire to) and it's equally dehumanizing (for lack of a better word). and now he views himself as above humanity; humanity is "imperfect" and in need of repair, and he's the one to... bring them salvation or whatever.

also i wonder if the kids in jars are gonna come back in the future as actual characters...

a plant-human hybrid with homophobia in her eyes...

i've said this before. i'll say it again. elendira ii is nothing like elendira i. she is a completely different character to me. it's not just her physical appearance, it's her personality, her emotions... wherever elendira i is i hope she's lounging with a margarita as her little sister/clone wreaks havoc or whatever.

i do think it's fun to see her shooting a bunch of nails though. i'll give her that.

i just don't understand her at all... she gets upset about being perceived as a child and plays a childish act to manipulate her opponents but also does genuinely act like a child sometimes? what is orange planning. why. giving her plant powers to explain her endless supply of nail-ammo is one thing but they added so much on top it's taking her in a really weird direction. give me trimax elendira back.

aaaand roberto's dead. o7 still not a character i'm super attached to but i appreciate his observation skills and his jokes.

"back then." in japanese he says "that time." i think he's talking about the flashback from last episode. maybe it's the very same plant he watched die in front of him.

oh the emotional manipulation... but i think knives is hitting some truth about vash, namely that he is driven primarily by his guilt (aaaand knives is just making that guilt worse). and it's something vash is afraid of acknowledging.

sinners with the capital S again!!!

the impression i get from knives and conrad's working relationship is that... conrad is helping knives with the plant dimensional stuff, and in exchange knives just kind of lets conrad do what he wants...? like i don't see why knives would care about conrad's "humanity enhancing" experiments - humans are lesser than himself, no matter what. even if they're ostensibly for the sake of lessening the burden on plants... just killing humanity would have the same effect and would be way faster. and his current plan is just ignoring humanity and gathering the plants not caring about how it affects them... because he doesn't care!

i dunno i've just seen people talk about EoM and their experiments and everything as if it's directly knives's fault, but i don't think he's dictating any of this so much as just... letting it happen. outside of anything that directly advances his higher-dimension-connection plan, i don't think he would care enough about whatever else they're doing. in the manga too, iirc, the cults that formed around knives weren't something that he made, it was more like they were formed around him regardless of his own input. ofc enabling it all is still BAD but all of this is more on conrad's shoulders than anyone else's imo.

this shot kinda fucks... very commanding. i like it.

this ended up being an unintentional observation, but we still haven't really seen a full view of knives's face in the present day. we see it in flashbacks, but every time knives has been on screen in the present his face has been partially concealed...

hey wait a second why is wolfwood back to being just "nicholas d wolfwood" in the credits

is it because his contract is finished?? man can they NOT keep dealing me psychic damage in the fucking CREDITS

can't believe we're almost to the end.... aaaaghghh...

#tristampparty #june speaks #trigun talk

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Missing in Action 6

Chapter 6: Strange Dream, New Favorite Memory

TW: Heavier Angst. Scout has some awful, awful brothers. But Spy is a real one.

Jeremy went to bed in a better mood than he’d had in a long time. He was so glad that the new Spy was such a nice guy. And such a great cook too. Though, somethin was going on and he didn’t feel like making food. And from how the newbie was actin, it was something serious.

Well, it wasn’t Scout’s business, so he decided not to tell the others unless he had to. They really weren’t the type to badger Spy into cooking for them.

Jeremy felt so relaxed and lost in thought that he crawled right up in that bed without realizing it. It surprised him when he found himself curled up in his blanket. He hadn’t wanted to sleep in a hot minute, even on the night he cried. Aw Hell, he wan’t complainin.

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The dream started out with an old recurring nightmare of his. It was one he’d gotten used to a long time ago, so it was more annoying than scary. Especially since he had to sit through it before anything interesting and new happened.

Jeremy dreamt that he died, and none of his stupid brothers cared. Ma was real upset, and trying to get his funeral and stuff sorted out, but none of his siblings would help. They definitely weren’t gonna cry over him. Cause he’s the runt. Runts die all the time, it’s just piddly women who bother to feel bad and save them. Whatever.

Since it was such an old dream, current Scout could still have his opinion on what was goin on, but his younger self was the character in the dream and reacted like he always did back then. He was cryin and trying to help Ma from beyond the grave, since there wasn’t a **** brother man enough to make it easier on her. And he didn’t know about Spy yet, so he wasn’t with the brothers ignoring Jeremy’s death.

It looked like Scout woke up, but all his stuff was laid out like when he first got hired at RED. He got up and went to the bathroom so he could splash water on his face and hide his tears. It worked, but he wasn’t getting a hold’a himself right so he wandered into the hall.

People were always used to Jeremy being loud. Most never knew he could be quiet. Younger Scout aimlessly made his way around base and tried not to wake the rest’a the team. Then he noticed a light.

Spy’s smoking room. The door was slightly cracked, so he could let smoke out and stink up the rest of base with it. But that meant Spy was awake, the only teammate who would be at that hour. Medic was crazy, but he’d never give up a chance to round up the doves and go to sleep to ‘em making their weird bird noises. Engineer needed all the sleep he could get. But Scout knew from those 6 months in prison that Spy didn’t sleep most nights.

His younger self hesitated near the door, tryin to decide whether he should be a baby and talk with Spy, or keep walkin. Before he could make up his mind, the door opened and he locked eyes with Spy. They stared at each other with the same amount’a surprise. Younger Jeremy choked out something, anything to fill the loud silence.

“Aw, crap. Am I that noisy?” “Not in the slightest. But people in this line of work learn to feel eyes on them.” **** invisible show off. Younger Scout nodded to try and play it cool, and started to walk away so the deadbeat couldn’t see he’d been cryin.

“Would you like to come in?” He paused. Older Jeremy remembered that he didn’t always know he could go in the smoking room, or that anyone else on the team was allowed in there. This must have been during that time, cause his younger self looked at Spy with hopeful eyes.

The musty, smokey wooden room was nothing special to the current Scout, but his younger self was looking around like a kid in a candy store. Spy pulled over another chair and gestured for him to sit. Young Jeremy did, but went quiet afterwards. He didn’t know what to say.

Back then, he was afraid that the other teammates would laugh at him like his brothers. Or worse, think he was so weak that he should be fired, and then he’d be back in Boston stuck in his cycle of getting hired and fired. And Ma probably wouldn’t be surprised. He couldn’t look Spy in the eye.

“I presume that whatever is bothering you, you would prefer not to speak of it with a shady Spy.” Not a selfish *** deadbeat like you. Older Scout thought. Spy looked at his side table and there was a smaller cutting board with meat, cheese and bread.

“Perhaps this is not a time for eating, but you’re welcome to this if you can stomach it.” Younger Jeremy didn’t say anything for a minute. “Nothin’s wrong. I just can’t sleep.” His voice was firm and harsh, but he and Spy didn’t believe his weak lie. Spy chose the fast-food parenting route of talkin even though Scout wasn’t in the mood.

”You would not be the first. Many mercenaries uninvolved in wars prior to joining RED have suffered nightmares when they arrive. The feeling of respawning is a difficult thing to get used to.” Jeremy flinched and stared into the fire. Spy shrugged and got up.

“I may have something that will help.” The old fart poured him a glass of scotch and offered it to him. Younger Scout hesitated to take it, knowin it was fancy stuff. “Trust me, there is nothing you could possibly do drunk in here that the Demoman or Soldier has not.” That convinced him enough to take the cup and down the alcohol like medicine. He found the fire more relaxing after it kicked in.

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Jeremy woke up with the dream still on his mind. That didn’t usually happen unless… it was one of those dopey “half-memory type dreams”. He stared at his door and groaned as he realized it was a real memory. Back in Siberia he had a more twisted dream about himself waddling around on the carpet as a baby, with his Ma and current Spy seducin each other. Gross.

He checked the clock and decided it was late enough that he could go to the training room without wakin folks up and getting yelled at. He’d go punch something and get this dumb memory out of his mind in no-time.

A few hours later, new Spy came in with a stabbing knife and no shirt. Jeremy didn’t look at first, but his stupid need to compare himself to other guys drove him to study Spy more close.

New Spy was tall and skinny, but he was no toothpick. He had abs and broad shoulders, with arm muscles that poked out more than Jeremy’s ever did. He hated the part of him who got jealous of people his age. At least with Sniper, he smelled like pee and looked old as Hell, so Scout could bury his annoying thoughts easier. Otherwise they never shut up.

Engineer came in, but not to train. “Scout? There’s somebody tryin’a call ya. You got time to answer?” He nodded. It was probably Ma callin to check up on him, or Pauling with a new task.

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Jeremy took a deep breath. Ma had probably heard from Spy about what happened, but she hadn’t tried to confront him over it. He wasn’t gonna complain about Spy or act pitiful about getting rejected by Pauling. Nobody knew about that, not even Ma. The nice thing was, if Pauling did call him and shut down any attempt to talk to her like she had always done before, he wouldn’t have to play normal so long.

“Hey, this is Scout. What’s up?” “Ay tiny! Guess who?” Kevin. One of his three crappier brothers. Ma musta tried to put him up to callin, so he could be nice for once and check up on him. He kicked himself for not calling her more the past few weeks, she musta been worried. They only bothered to speak to him if he was in Boston and failed to time it right so he could visit Ma in peace.

He wished it was Frankie or one of the other “I got better and now you’re all below me” brothers. They would at least pretend to care, on principle. But Kevin was still a gang member and all around jerk.

“Say hey, Danny and Pete are here too!” Oh great, all three gang brothers together to mock him in one place! “Dan. Petey.” Jeremy was starting to wonder if Ma was trying to tell Frank or somebody to call him, and his idiot brothers overheard. They probably stole her phone or locked her outta the house just to pull this. But maybe not. Maybe they weren’t in a chatty mood.

“Aw, don’t be like that pipsqueak, we’re ‘worried’ about ya! Ain’t we fellas?” Kevin said in his sarcastic tone. The others chimed in with just as fake’a friendliness. That meant they were definitely in a chatty mood. Whatever they knew, it mayst been hilarious to them. Jeremy needed to be ready to stop himself from reacting to their jabs.

“What do you want, Kev. I have work to do.” Scout was a lot better at lying now, and being over the phone helped. The sooner he hung up without giving them more ammo to make fun of him, the better.

“Heard ya finally found yer daddy. What kinda thing is he? A gnome? A bunny rabbit?” Yeah, Ma wouldn’t’a told them on purpose. He hoped she couldn't hear them, since she dated that bozo once. It wasn’t right to clown on Spy around her.

“He’s a cigarette, actually. One that got sun-bleached in a dirty parking lot. It’s a miracle I don’t smell like him.” They wanted him to get mad, and he wasn’t gonna give them the satisfaction. He needed to stay calm and keep firing back like it didn’t matter to him.

“Ay Mi-Mi, did ya stomp him into the pavement? I wanna see how that went down!” They were just gonna keep digging for a nerve the longer he talked to them. But if he hung up at the wrong time, It’d show that they’d found one. And then they’d never shut up.

“Naw, but he musta been scared that I was gonna; rolled right into a dirty sewer drain like a coward. Squealed like a piggy on his way out.” That turned out to be exactly the wrong thing to say. The phone erupted into mocking cackles and loudly echoed in the hall outside the training room.

“Brush, he left! Oh my God, he still didn’t want ya!” Jeremy froze, which only left them without a response and let them know they had finally gotten to him. But he had to be quiet or he was gonna cry or start yelling, and that would only make them more satisfied with what they said.

More heartless laughter and insults rattled out of the phone, and Scout was so distracted that he didn’t notice new Spy until he leaned in to talk into the speaker.

“Oh bonjour, je m’inquietais du manque de batards dans la base.” He said it in a weirdly happy tone, like the young version of an old lady who people make fun of ‘cause she can’t hear em. Scout didn’t know much French, but he knew old Spy used to curse more in that than in English, and “batards” was one of the rarer ones.

Jeremy found himself handing over the phone and staring as the new guy got insulted by his brothers. Spy kept respondin by sayin things that had to be insults, but in that same goofy higher pitched tone. And what was funny was that his brothers were too stupid to figure it out. They just assumed he was a dumb foreigner that they coulda robbed if he was there in Boston.

“Hell yeah, keep talkin little man! You one’a Scout’s dopey friends or somethin?” This time, Spy turned to Jeremy right before replying. “Vous etes tellement immonde que vous plonger dans le beurre comme escargot creerait une bouillie brune. Rat des rues degoutant.” Newbie hunched over and curled his free hand like a big New York rat while he spoke.

Scout tried so hard not to snicker at that, but when his brother started running his mouth again, Spy swung his hips like a sassy lady and made the funniest face he’d ever seen in his life. He burst out laughing so hard that his annoying brothers could hear it.

“Ay! What’s so funny?” Spy leaned against the wall and then posed like a toddler with his butt out and his free arm dangling. “Mon Dieu, le petit frere t’a offense, mon petit cochon? Quel dommage qu’il s’amuse de tes reniflements.”

Jeremy could not stop laughing, and could barely breath. The new guy was still takin that fake cheerful tone with Kevin, who was getting angrier and angrier. And hearing him getting butt-hurt made him and the other two less… heavy on him. Not like they were scary, just less of a hurdle. They were getting clowned on by a skinny French guy with real long hair.

Young Spy walked like a sheepish and ditzy housewife from TV and cupped his hand over the phone, like he was tryin to stop the brothers from hearing. But he spoke up real good. “Oh la la, je crois que la poubelle est en train de s’offusquer. C’est preseque commes s’il pouvait me comprende!”

“Now listen here, you stupid Frenchie! I know you can understand us! What’s your problem?” Spy suddenly looked angry, and Scout realized he’d been angry this whole time, and mocking his brothers was how he’d been dealing with it. He started talking in pitch perfect English and his naturally deeper voice.

“No, you listen street filth. You have a wonderful brother that is a competent mercenary and good friend to his team. And I am very much thankful that we got him instead of any of you. How dare you talk to him like he’s nothing? You are lucky that I caught you instead of the others here, because I do not want you dead for this. But Scout has friends here that could outperform your precious gang and you, no contest.

Do not call this number again, do you understand? I know you will say something hateful and stupid, and somebody scarier than me will hear it and come after you. And believe me pal, this Mercenary company can make sure you’re never found. Adieu!”

And with that, Spy roughly hung up the phone. Jeremy couldn’t help but notice that he’d switched from his thick French accent to a perfect Bostonian one somewhere in the middle of his threat.

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Merriam got her phone back from her three problem sons, who were acting all jumpy. They said some crazy French guy got on the phone with them and threatened them about joking with Scout.

Something was wrong. Antoine would never threaten her boys, even though she knew they deserved it. But from the details she forced outta them, he was acting like his younger self. Back before they dated, they were already friends and he would go to the bar with her.

He used to do the “naive foreigner” routine on guys at the bar that tried to start fights or wouldn’t leave her alone. It freaked them out because he’d switch from a real cheerful harmless tone in French to dead serious and speaking proper English. He stopped doing that years ago.

Maybe that’s why he hadn’t contacted her in four weeks. She made up her mind to call his wife and let her know.

What did young Spy say to Scout’s trash brothers? [Used a translator, so this might be off.]

Oh hello, I was worried about the lack of *******s on base.

You are so foul that drenching you in butter like a snail would create brown slop. You disgusting street rat.

My oh my, did the little brother offend you piggy? How awful of him to be amused by your snorting.

Oh dear, I think the trash is getting offended. It’s almost like he can understand me!

#tf2 #dadspy #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #angst fanfic #sad lad hours #scouts ma

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