I Know Request Are Closed But Imagine Getting A Giant Christmas Present And Inside It Is Childe In A

I know request are closed but imagine getting a giant Christmas present and inside it is childe in a strangely revealing outfit tied up with duck tape on his mouth with a note which say please be gentle. The reader is just like wtf

imagine. you're so excited when you see the large christmas gift under the christmas tree, the card taped to it proudly proclaiming that it's for you and you only.

it's large enough to fit a washing machine and maybe, maybe, you can let yourself hope. it's tiring to hand wash all your clothes, after all. so with childish glee you bring out the scissors and snip away at the delicately tied ribbon.

when you open the lid... well, disappointment is an understatement. you see your ginger-haired stalker staring up expectantly at you, clad in a scanty costume of santa claus with duct tape on his mouth and binding his wrists and ankles together. there's a christmas themed note card around his neck, saying 'please be gentle.' you scoff.

you know from experience this is just him participating in his weird fetish of being the victim. he doesn't actually want you to be gentle, you're aware of this much.

meanwhile, childe is squirming anxiously as you stare at him with dead eyes. oh~! you were expecting something better, weren't you? something less disgusting, right?! gosh, he doesn't know what to do with the way you stare at him like trash on the road, but his revealing costume sure isn't helping hide the problem down there!

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you like me, don't you?

heartslabyul : savanaclaw : octavinelle : scarabia : pomefiore : ignihyde : diasomnia

I swear after this I'll continue the leftover event reqs 💀💀

"..."

there's nothing that leona says when your words resound around the glass walls of the botanical garden. you're a quarter sure that he's relieved no students other than two of you are present or near at all.

he's laying on his side with hisback turned away from you, successfully keeping you unaware of the expression he wears. you imagine him still closing his eyes with a slightly irked expression.

it's funny how riled up he gets with 'embarrassing things' especially that you're practically accusing him of having a crush on you but then proceeding to ignore everything else. almost like he only has reactions to the things you say.

you stifle a laugh and smack his back. if you were anyone else you'd have probably lost a tooth by now for doing such a thing, funny how he never got yours the first time you met. "aren't aren't gonna say anything?"

slowly he turns to you, there's a look of pure nonchalance in his face. "if you didn't get that much already—" he flicks your forehead, most probably referring to the fact that he likes you. "—then you're more dense than I thought."

he just.. admitted it? what. you blankly blink, wondering if it went wrong or right.

—

"eh? I didn't know you thought of yourself so high." he teases, though the sentence itself sounded downright mocking you can sense no such thing from ruggie. he shakes his head and barks out a flurry of laughs, laughing at his own words.

you raise a brow at his attempt to dodge the question. "hey! you didn't answer my question." you point out. stabbing a piece of meat decorated on your plate, it seems like you were the lunch man's favorite cause he reserved one especially for you this day.

ruggie eyes the savory meat impaired by your fork, there's clear desire present in his eyes. meanwhile you protectively hug the plate, shielding it from his view just as he grins mischievously. the very same face he does when he's about to rob someone of food. "this is mine you know."

he doesn't falter. "well, if you give it to me I'll tell you want you want." how smart. you sigh, shoulders drooping and arms retracting back to your sides. then, reluctantly pushing the plate back to him. grimacing at the protest your stomach makes.

he definitely heard that. "so?"

the boy shivers in delight as he munches. "I do." he answers with bright joy.

should you be happy that he does like you or be sad that the rare plate of meat is being devoured by someone else than you?

"here." the plate is pushed back to you once again and you look at ruggie as if he's grown a second head. he feigns a look of offense. "just this once alright?"

what the hell.. did he get possessed?

—

"oi.. d-dont say stuff like that so suddenly.." jack startles, involuntarily flinching back at the relevation that you somehow know the truth. he quickly crosses his arms and looks away, blissfully unaware of the stiff ears and tail he currently has.

you cast them an amused look. "why not?" jack seems hyper aware of the eyes on his.. ears and tail so he just shakes it off and wills it to stop, years of growing up with it. he learned to partially control it.

he looks like he's been thinking of victoria's secret for the longest time. or to be more specific, putting all his brain juice into creating an excuse. "it's not right to tell people that without a warning..?" he says. if you listen closely the end of his sentence drifts off and just transitions it like he's unsure.

"oh I get it.. you do like me."

the male stiffens and his previous attempt of letting his tail actually sway and look normal all washes away. it's stiff as a rock and you can see it from the corner of his eye, the quick glance at you.

"I do not." sternly and stubbornly.

you wipe an imaginary tear away. "oh okay.. that's too bad, I liked you too.." his ears perk up, standing up to its full height as it listens intently to your words.

jack scratches his nape. "no! uh.. wait.."

you start to walk away for good measure, purposely ignoring his sounds of small, shy protests. he'll have to be more expressive if he wants you to stop. you grin evilly at your totally evil plan.

"wait you! grrr.... fine I do, you happy?"

"very." :)

Five reasons you’ve cried while pregnant

Simon Riley addition

1. It was just the beginning, three months of being pregnant, and Simon wasn’t prepared for the roller coaster of emotions.

“Honey! What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Simon asked, in a panic.

This was the first time you’d been so emotional and you were too embarrassed to tell him what was wrong. “Nothing, it’s stupid.” You say staring at your sweet dog. Simon looks over at Biscuit who is happily wagging his tail, he’s confused, “Biscuit is just having such a great day! Look at him wag his tail!” You cry even harder while you pet him. Simon knew it would be a long few months after that.

2. Month five is when your cravings started, and you ate everything in sight that looked appealing. Simon had just made a casserole and you were already two bowls deep. He sees you frown as you finish the second bowl, “what, love?” He asks you, tears now rolling down your cheeks.

“I just ate two bowls, and I’m still hungry. I’m going to be so fat.” You sobbed. Simon gets up to grab you another bowl as you sob. He sighs and hands it to you as you still cry, “thank you,” you sniffled.

3. Simon and you were on your way to your 6-month check. The radio played quietly as you talked to him about your plans for the day. All of a sudden you stop talking as the tears start up, Simon sighs, “what’s wrong love?”

“I love this song,” you say quietly as tears fall.

4. Simon lays in bed next to you just returning from a short but tiring mission. All he wanted was some sleep. You follow him to bed, also wanting a nap but he fell asleep quickly leaving you to your thoughts alone. Felt lonely again.

Simon never sleeps deeply so he wakes to your quiet sniffling next to him and opens his eyes to see you staring at him. He raises an eyebrow waiting for an explanation, “you fell asleep before me so I got lonely.” You tell him cuddling closer to him

5. You stood at the pet store looking for Biscuits dog food when you suddenly got distracted by the adoption center, they had so many cats ready to be adopted but you saw one, she was blind in one eye and she was young.

You could feel your tears start to slip when you pulled out your phone, Simon answers immediately while still in his meeting, “what’s wrong sweetheart?” He asks, in a panic while he leaves the meeting room.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your meeting.” You cry, Simon knows it’s your hormonal breakdown by the way you whimpered.

“It’s okay love,” he says as he looks into the room full of his teams who all stare at him waiting to see if things are okay.

“I was at the pet store and I saw this kitty. She’s blind in one eye and she’s so little and sad and I want her.” You cry quietly.

Simon sighs into the phone, “One. Get one cat. We don’t run a zoo.” He says making his teammates chuckle. They quickly silence themselves when Simon shoots them a glare.

He hears you squeal in excitement making him smile under his mask, “thank you!” You say hanging up.

TWST Incorrect quotes#316 ...hE GOT the spIRIT

Lilia: Human’s like it when you’re mysterious~

Mal: Okay, got it

Later

Yuu: How’s your day been Mal-Mal?~*Smiles at him*

Mal: None of your goddamn business

EVEN more later...

Mal*Hidding under his blankets*...I made my human sad-

Lili:...Your just little confused but you got the spirit!~*Is trying to get him our with icecream,gargoyles and a plushie that looks like you*

...He really do be tryin-

Hi honey! I don't know if u r taking requests right now but if you do I have one. Can you make a standalone where Ghost and F/reader are together for like 1/2 year(s) and she is always like really nervous around Ghost and can't look him in the eye for too long because she is really shy and Ghost kind of like the effect he has on her. Something along that way :)

Thank you so much and have a great day!!🤍

ɞ - 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑠

𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 "𝑔𝚑𝑜𝑠𝑡" 𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠- 𝚑𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑? 𝑔𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ( 𝑖 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑡) 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎?? 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑙

𝑤𝑐: 830

𝑎/𝑛: 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞!!!! 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑙 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑏𝑚𝑏. 𝚑𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𖠌

anyone would be nervous if a 6’4 buff military man locked eyes with you. right? possibly- but does knowing him for 4 years make it any better? does dating for two of those years help? nope. looking this hunk of a guy in the eyes didn’t get any less nerving, even after knowing him for so long.

the way he trapped you under your gaze made you nervous. it made your fingers drum against your cargo pants -it made your heavy boots tap on the concrete. he must know, he gave it away by the way he held his stare- not daring to look away. he knew it made you nervous- he knew it made you weak in the knees. maybe if you could look him in the eyes for longer, you’d see the glimmer in them when your eyes drifted down and your face went hot.

the first time he noticed- it was a team briefing. you were sat across from him, he was looking at you- as always- and he began to zone out. he admired your face- your beauty. the way you chewed on your cheek in concentration as you listened carefully to the orders price was giving out . he was lucky to have someone like you in his life. someone to trust, someone to kiss, someone to hug.

at first- he didn’t notice he was staring at you. but when price slammed something onto the table - most likely harder than he intended to - it snapped him out of his trace. he was confused- to say the least- he didn’t understand the ways your eyes were darting all over the place… until he did.

your fingers - which were resting against the table - were fighting against each other and your knee was bouncing at a particular pace. he knew it was yours- the table was rocking and soap - who was sitting on his right -  was completely still. as for gaz, he was sat, on a chair, away from the table, why? god knows - but that left you.

 he understood now- you were nervous. why? because you were caught under his gaze.

that moment, he was thankful for the mask. it hid the smirk on his face. well- not that you could look for long enough to see it. he was still staring at you- he realised. maybe he should stop. let you focus. so he, thoughtfully, looked away- though not before taking one last glance, just for fun.

the second time, he’d actually forgotten. you were all cramped into a little plane, on the route to a mission. soap was squashed up beside you, practically locking you into the wall. ghost, however, was facing you, the tip of his boots pressed against yours. he was looking at soap, who was waffling about god knows what- it was always hard to keep up with what the scot was saying.

you- were also listening. just not so intensely. you didn’t bother to turn your body to look at soap, you couldn’t, he had you trapped against the wall. so, you had to look straight ahead. right at ghost.

you did your best to avoid his eyes. you stared at the wall of the plane, his vest, the badge on his jacket - hell even his gun. but you found yourself staring back into his eyes. you loved his eyes- you did, even if it didn’t seem like it. you loved the way they sparkled in the sunlight- the way they lit up when you walked into a room. but you just couldn’t maintain eye contact.

he tried to listen to soap- for a change - he really did, but eventually, the man became a buzzing in his ears. so he turned his attention back to you. as soon as his eyes began to move, so did yours. you looked away as quickly as possible- deciding the marks on the floor were much more interesting to look at.

ghost, although hidden by the mask, raised an eyebrow at this. again, he didn’t understand why. he racked his brain for the memory or the reason. oh. right.

the corners of his lips perked up, and he kicked his foot against your boot. he watched your eyebrows furrow, and your teeth gnaw at your bottom lip. he kicked again, and again until you were forced to look at him. he was having far too much fun for a man about to head onto the battlefield.

you- on the other hand. god, this was the furthest thing from fun you could imagine. he was your boyfriend for christ’s sake. you hoped he would never notice. the height difference between you two always meant you stared directly at his chest and you almost always sat next to him. maybe you cold try look at him, just once more.

so the next minute- you were staring right into his eyes. maybe a couple of seconds passed, you could already feel your face getting hot, your fingers start to twitch against your knee. fuck sake. you caved in again, looking away. 

and you swear you heard the faintest sound of a deep chuckle come from him.

TURN: Washington’s Spies S1 & 2 Extras