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spidernuggets · 5 months

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I legit beg of thee please can you do prompt17. "Why the fuck did you have to make me fall in love with you" but like he's infected with some toxin from a mission and is genuinely angry at reader for making him fall in love with her, but like they're not together she's just his oblivious best friend and this is how you find out he's in love with you. I just find this hilarious cuz reader being overjoyed like oh shit he loves me but also like hey dude calm down lol Its also a tinge angsty cuz he's tiny self esteem thinks you could never love him back and thats why he's mad

Jason Todd x Reader

"Why the fuck did you have to make me fall in love with you"

You love Jason Todd. And for a long while, you believed it was a platonic type of friendship. Because you loved the way he laughed, his smile, his combat skills, his snarky remarks.

And then an oh shit hit you harder than a bomb. Not only did you love Jason Todd, but you were in love with him.

You joined the Titans a couple of months or so after he officially did. He offered you a brew the first time you met, and you politely declined but thanked him for the offer. This is where Jason immediately took interest in you.

When him, you, Rachel, and Gar were doing that blindfold sparring thay Dick recommended, he was even more intrigued at your skill level, but you weren't as skilled as he was, and ultimately lost the sparring match.

You were mesmerised by his advanced ability, asking him if he could teach you some tricks.

Boy, did this boost his ego.

And then the two of you became best friends. You guys trained together, played video games together, and listened to music together. Sometimes, he'd read lines from his favourite novels to you, ranting how dumb one character was or how stragetic another was.

Eventually, Jason took you to the school that he took refuge in during the time he was living on the streets. He told you his story before he got adopted, telling you his mom was a drug addict, his dad was abusive.

You listened, and you comforted him.

Then he told you how he admired the other kids for performing on stage. That's when he became so passionate for literature.

You joked with him, saying that you couldn't believe his biggest secret was being a theatre nerd. He quickly answered back that they were called 'thespians'.

That's probably the exact time you fell in love. Even after all the pain and neglet he's been put through, he still managed to become the strongest person you've ever met.

When you thanked him for showing you his school, that you appreciated how much he trusts you, you swore you saw a glimmer in his eye, even when he tells you it was no big deal.

Jason means so much to you. That's why you'd never tell him you love him. You think you'd break into a million shattered pieces if he left you because of your devoted but selfish feelings towards him. So you kept your feelings tucked away at the back of your heart, concealed from him.

Jason means so much to you that when he arrived back from what yoh heard was a dangerous mission, you instantly ran up to him, pulling him in a tight embrace, mumbling that you thought you lost him.

And it broke you when his response to your worry was a harsh shove.

He didn't say anything and walked straight to his room. He looked horrible. There was a bruise forming around his eye, dried blood under his nose, dark bags under his eyes and a busted lip.

You quickly turned to Dick, who just came in, confused at Jason's glum behaviour.

"Crane ambushed out of nowhere. Cooked up a new toxin. Anger. We gave Jason the antidote for fear toxin, but it doesn't do much. It should wear off after a couple of hours," Dick tries to assure you, but to no avail.

You pace around your room, biting your nails in worry. You look at the clock, and only 15 minutes have passed, and at this point, you feel like pulling your hair out from how stressed you were.

Jason slammed his door so hard when he went into his room that you felt like it could've broke.

Jason hasn't stepped a foot out in those past 15 minutes, and though you might think it hasn't even been that long yet, you couldn't help but stress and worry for your best friend.

So, you went out of your room, heading straight to his, knocking on the door waiting for an answer.

A depressed looking Jason opened the door slightly, and before you can say anything, he slams it shut.

You wanted to cry. He's never done this before. When he has issues, he always talks to you about them. You think that the anger toxin might've been the reason, but still. You aren't taking a toxin for bullshit, so you let yourself into his room, locking the door behind you to ensure no interruptions.

"Jason, what the hell happened? Talk to me!" You pleaded, trying to take both his hands in yours for comfort. In response, he swiftly pulls away from your touch.

"It's none of your goddamn business! Leave me the fuck alone," he says. He doesn't yell at you, but he sounds annoyed. He turns and walks towards his vinyls, pretending to sort them out, but just meaninglessly flipping through them.

"No, it is my goddamn business because you're my best friend! Why are you even pissed at me? It's not like you have a reason to!" you answer back.

"Says fucking who?" He spits as his voice slightly raises. You didn't want it to, but it slightly scares you. Jason has never acted like this towards you before. And if he is pissed at you for something, what was it?

Stealing the last pudding cup? Accidentally dropping his last beer? Winning the last sparring match against him?

"Okay, tough guy, what the fuck did I do to make you so pissed off!" You yelled back.

"For being so fucking annoying!"

What?

He thought you were annoying? Did he not like being friends with you? Did he regret being friends with you? You guess you are a bit too clongy at times. Or maybe you just talk too much.

Possible reasons start flooding your mind. The one person you loved and was your best friend was so angry at you because you were annoying.

"What?" Was all you can say, and it was heard as a tiny, pathetic squeak in your voice.

"You! You wanna know why I'm so angry?? Because you're so goddamn annoying! The way you smiled so brightly when you beat me in sparring, the way your nose scrunches up when you decipher a code wrong, the way you keep notes on everyone's birthdays on your calendar, the way you compliment me when I'm training you! All of it! It pisses me the fuck off!" He yells. You swear you can see tears at the brim of his eyes. "And the most annoying thing is how perfect you are! You- You're so beautiful and so skilled, and you deserve so much! And I can't give you what you deserve!"

But you stand confused. What the hell was he on about?

Jason rubs his forhead in frustration.

"Why the fuck did you have to make me fall in love with you," he says, way more quietly in contrast to his rant. But his voice breaks. And a single tear falls from his eye.

You couldn't believe what he had just told you. He loves you? He's... in love with you??

You were about to smile and admit your reciprocating feelings, but to Jason, your confused look on your face was disgust towards his undying emotions.

He wipes his cheek, face scrunching up, and his anger rises once more.

"No. No, no. I don't- I can't do this right now. You can kick me to the curb later, just- just get out!" He starts yelling again, stepping towards you, pointing to the door.

You attempt to calm him down, but he continues his string of get outs and leave me alones.

You didn't even notice that he unlocked the door and pushed you out before slamming the door in your face once more. You wanted to feel happy that he felt the same towards you. But he just looked so... hurt.

You decided you shouldn't continue to push. You knew he'd come talk to you later once he calmed down, so you go back into your room, waiting for his arrival.

It was late. Last time you checked your phone, it was 2:37am. You don't know how long it's been since then. Jason still hasn't come to see you.

You had your headphones on, writing notes in your journal for future training sessions and abstract plans for upcoming missions that may help Dick during debriefings.

You didn't hear the light knocks on your door, but saw a figure from your peripheral view walking towards you. When you look up, you see a dejected Jason Todd now in front of you.

He sits down on the edge of you bed as you quickly removed your headphones, storing away your jojrnal, ready to listen to him.

Jason couldn't look at you. "I'm sorry," he says. He thinks it's pathetic. Confessing his feelings because of some stupid toxin. Now he has to apologise, and he pressumes after this, you'd look at your friendship differently.

"It was selfish of me to tell you that I... That I lov-" He was quickly interrupted by you. You crawled along the bed to him, kneeling beside him, taking his chin to move his face so you can see those gorgeous green eyes you always adored. They were red and glassy. For the past few hours, he had been crying, even after the toxin had decreased. But you lay your lips ever so gently on his, and he couldn't believe what you were doing.

It took him a second to respond, but he happily kissed back, reaching forward, wanting more as you pulled away.

"You have no idea how much I love you, Jay," you say, barely above a whisper. His eyes widen.

"What? What, but I.." he sat there speechless. Was this real? Or was this the after effects of the toxin? "But.. But I've been dropping so many hints that I was so interested in you and... and you just seemed to have ignored it all," he quietly says. He thinks he whimpering like a kicked puppy.

"Literally, what hints?" You ask, dumbfounded.

"Are you serious? I've- I've called you babe multiple times, hinted at a date, gave you a flower," he lists the many times he had shown a liking to you. "I offered to teach you some combat skills- I keep those skills sacred, I've never taught anyone! Even Gar was yelling at me because I wouldn't teach him!" Jason says unbelievably.

Your hmfave heats up with embarrassment. "Well.. I never really said that observational skills were my strong suit," you weakly say, looking down, avoiding his gaze. And Jason couldn't helo but laugh a bit. He just found you so cute.

He takes hold of your waist, and you squeal as he shifts you so you're sitting on his lap.

"So.. You love me?" He asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

You roll your eyes and scoff. "God, you and your ego," you mutter, holding his face in your hands as you and him share one last kiss for the night.

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angelsvoice1love · 1 year

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Trust you? (pt 1)

Niragi stared at you from afar, his rifle hung on his shoulder as he kept his eyes on you and your actions.

You were sitting with your friends Usagi and Chishya, where as the rest went to get some food. You laughed at a joke Usagi made which caused Niragi to move closer, slightly trying to easdrop on your conversation.

Y/n: Goodnight guys, I'm off to get some sleep...wouldnt want to be tired tomorrow. You winked as you walked to your room.

Next day

Your breathing was ragged, as you stood up apon a high tree branch. Ariyu, Usagi and Chishya were already on the balcony of one of the buildings in the rainforest. You were busy going there way, when suddenly you heard a crack. Swallowing, you looked down to see the branch was beginning to break.

Usagi: Y/n, hurry.

Y/n: I...i can't. If I move the branch...Ahh! You started screaming when an arm wrapped around you.

Opening your eyes, you saw Nigari with a thick vine in his hand. Niragi saved you? Your arms were still wrapped around his neck, as you looked into his dark eyes.

Chishiya: Y/n? You heard Chishya calling, instantly making you turn your head towards him and letting go of Niragi.

Y/n: Y...yeah?

Chishiya: Are you okay?

Y/n: Yeah, I'm fine. I'll meet you at the finish line.

They left the building as you still stood there next to Niragi. You felt his gaze on you, making you look up at him.

Niragi: Come on, we need to cross the line to princess. He said, as he grabbed your wrist pulling you along with him.

Y/n: Hey...hey, let go. You spoke, yanking your wrist from his hold.

Niragi: What's your problem, princess?

Y/n: What'sy problem? First of all, don't call me princess. And second of all, don't pull me around me around like a rag doll.

Niragi: Do you want to live? Yes? Now, come with me...don't you trust me? He asked, as he gave his signature smirk.

Y/n: Trust you? Hell no. I trust the Hatter more than I trust you, and he's a crazy ass when is very unstable. Also you attacked my friends, by trying to kill them. How can I trust you? I'm not your friend, and your not mine, and you'll never be...so if you don't mine leave me be so I can cross the finish line without you. You spoke, anger radiating in your voice as you pushed him aside.

Pulling out your two hand guns, you started running as you shot anyone who tried killing you. After a while you crossed the finish line, and there they stood your friends whom you cherished so much. Running up to them, you hugged them tightly.

Chishiya: Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Chishiya asked, as he looked all over you.

Y/n: I'm fine, honest Chi. You smiled, using his nickname.

Chishiya: Thank goodness. He spoke, as he held your face in his hands. You scared me. He whispered, as he gave you a kiss upon your head then hugged you.

Niragi, saw this from the distance he was standing at with his friends/gang not liking the view he was seeing.

Time skip

Everyone was eating dinner, swimming or partying where as you went to go and sit in the hot tub after.

You sat thee all alone, eyes closed as you were busy destressing after the long day you had. The sound of the water rippling made your eyes shoot open to see Nigari, in his swimming trunks smiling.

Y/n: What do you want?

Niragi: I wanted to relax, and I am.

Y/n: This is a private hot tub Niragi, there are plenty others go to one of them.

Niragi: And what if I don't want to? He asked, as he moved closer caging you in the corner.

Moving his hand to push hair behind your ear, his face was coming closer to the side of your face as he brushed his lips against your ear whispering.

Niragi: I never got a thank you, for saving your life princess. He said, as he didn't move away.

He placed his hand on you thigh, instantly making you push him back. As you slapped him across the face.

Y/n: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU. You yelled, standing in front of him busy exiting the hot tub.

Niragi: Who gave you permission to hit me? He questioned, as he got up following behind you towards tour towel.

Y/n: Really? Touched my thigh, and expect me to welcome that? Honestly Niragi...fine if you want a thank you then fine...thank you for saving my life. There. Anything else? No?

Niragi: HEY! You need to apologize for hitting me.

Y/n: No, I won't. Because you deserved it Niragi. You think any girl likes to be treated like this? To be pushed in a corner, guys forcing themselves on them, being yanked around? No, we don't. Niragi...i am truly, from the bottom of my heart grateful that you saved me from dying but...just please leave me in peace. You said, as you walked away leaving Niragi speechless.

Now he understood, you weren't the same as the other girls he dated before and he needed to work if he wanted you.

At your room you sat on your bed legs crossed as you wore shorts and a baggy shirt when Chishya walked in. Only your friends knew your code, and you there's.

Chishiya: Hey. Can't sleep?

Y/n: No. You?

Chishiya: No.

Y/n: Why, what's your story?

Chishiya: I don't know, guess I've got too many thoughts running through my mind. You?

Y/n: It's that idiot Niragi. He won't stop bothering me.

Chishiya: Really? Huh.

Y/n: Huh, what?

Chishiya: O, nothing.

Y/n: Come on, tell me. You said, shoving him lightly.

Chishiya: Niragi's never bothered a girl this much. He really likes you, and that's why he's bothering you.

Y/n: What? Niragi liking me? No way, for that he actually needs a heart. You replied, as you fiddled with your fingers.

Chishiya: I know you like him too.

Y/n: What? No.

Chishiya: No, need to deny it. I saw the way you were looking at him when he saved you today, the way you held onto him and stared into his eyes said it all and-

Y/n: Even if I did like him...which I don't, it'll never work any way.

Chishiya: Why not?

Y/n: Because we come from two different worlds. He's heartless and crual, and I'm energetic, warm and caring. Besides, who's not to say he'll use me, and in the end try to kill me to win?

Chishiya: I guess you have a point. At least just tell him how you feel, or I will.

Y/n: Oo...your glad I like you or you'd be lying on the floor with a black eye.

After saying that to Chishya, you left your room storming off to Nigari's.

Girl: Yes? A girl asked, as the door swung open.

Not knowing this girl in anyway, her not being in his gang you knew it must've been a girl for the night.

Girl: Can I help you? She asked, with a bitshy tone to her voice.

Y/n: I...um...no it's-

Niragi: Who's at the door? He questioned, as he came into view shirtless. Y/n?

Girl: You know her?

Niragi: Yes.

Y/n: Um...sorry to interrupt your evening. You spoke, as you turned around running down the hallway.

Niragi: Shit. He yelled, running after you. Y/n, y/n, wait.

You heard, as you kept running and running trying to avoid the whole scene that just happened.

You were in the garden, where the butterfly dome was. Covered in beautiful flowers, plants, fairylights and plants you were suddenly stopped by Niragi grabbing your wrist making you stop.

Y/n: Please. You said, with a sniffle.

Niragi: What the hell?

Y/n: L...let me go...please.

Niragi: Why did you come to my room? He asked, still having a firm hold on your wrist.

Y/n: I just came to give you a sencere, thank you. One I actually meant...i didn't mean to interrupt your time with your girl.

Niragi: My girl? Soi? No, she just came to deliver a message from Last Boss.

Y/n: You don't need to explain to-

Niragi: Then why are you crying, if you don't care?

Y/n: Because I like you...okay. That's why I'm upset. You said, as you felt him hold fading on your wrist. I guess I was affraid of saying anything, acting on my feelings cause I don't know what would happen in this damn game. For example, what if something did happen between us....a...and one of us died? You asked, between tears.

Niragi didn't say a word, as his lips connected with yours in a light kiss.

Niragi: Why would I sleep with another woman I barely know, than be with you? He whispered against your lips. I could never, give you up. He smirked as he kissed your forehead, as he wiped away your tears.

Y/n: Niragi. You swallowed, as you placed your hands on his chest.

Niragi: Yes?

Y/n: I'm sorry. You said, as you bit your lip.

Niragi: For what?

Y/n: Lying. I was so afraid of what might happen in the game, that I didn't think about how I felt about you. Chishiya, made me realize that I shouldn't have to regret anything...and I would regret not telling you. I...i was afraid of dying, or even you dying. I didn't want to have my heart or yours break because of our feelings for one another an-

Niragi: Shh. He said, placing his finger on your lip. We'll just have to make sure that it doesn't happen. Stick to each other like glue, even if it means I have to have your idiot friends around.

Y/n: Hey. You spoke, hitting his chest.

Niragi: Ow...what was that for?

Y/n: They're my friends Niragi, and I won't abandon them, nor will I-mm

Niragi: Fine. I'll learn to tolerate them, especially Chishya. All for you.

Y/n: O...okay. I suppose I could learn to tolerate your friends too. You replied with a giggle.

Niragi: I thought you liked my friends. He said, as he pulled you closer to him.

Y/n: Only Last Boss. He's my favorite.

Niragi: Your favorite? I thought I was your favorite.

Y/n: You are...but of your friends it's Last Boss.

Niragi: I'll allow it, just as long as you don't run off to him.

Y/n: Promise. You spoke, as you kissed his cheek.

Niragi: I'm glad, Chishya convinced you to come and confess. He whispered, stroking your cheek with his thumb. Even though I hate him.

Y/n: Nira-

Niragi: I'll try my best to get along with him. I'll talk to my gang tonight, all of us have to fight together to stay alive. I won't let your friends die, nor will I let mine.

Y/n: Deal. Now it's official, we will not dismiss how we feel.

Niragi: You should get some rest. He spoke, as he kissed your head. Go, before someone suspects anything.

Nodding, you left his side running off to your room. Upon running, the Hatter saw you both and immediately smirked as a plan crept upon his face.

#Alice in Borderland imagines #Niragi imagines #Ryohei Arisu imagines #Yuzuha Usagi imagines #Chishiya imagines #Last Boss imagines #Karube imagines #An imagines #Kuina imagines #Rasubosu imagines #Tatta imagines #Shibuki imagines #Asahi imagines #Ryu imagines #Boshiya imagines #Aguni imagines #Mira imagines #Kazudo imagines #The Hatter imagines

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camilleate · 2 years

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God you're oblivious

It was a ask at first but it got longer so I did this... Hope you enjoy...

Julieta enters her best friend's room not knowing he's not really dressed up.

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Julieta knocked on her best friend door, more of her biggest crush but no one had to know she was lovesick about her best friend, his mother opened the door.

"Oh hi Julieta, it's nice to see you. I imagine you want to see Tino, he's in his room." She says pointing to a door upstairs even if the girl knew where his room was.

"Thanks, I'm just giving him his book back I'm not taking long." She sees the disappointment in her crush's mom's eyes.

"Oh too bad i hoped you would have stayed with us, plus you and my boy are getting pretty close aren't you." She only blushed at the coming. She just walked towards the stairs to not look into the older women's eyes.

She's in front of the door, she blushed just as imagine being in the same room at what she thought was the most handsome man in the world, the cook knocks on the door to be sure she's not disturbing him. "Come in m-"

The young girl opens the door just as she hears 'come in' but when she saw it she was dark red.

He was there on his bed looking at a book while being bare chest with only pants on, he was so handsome looking so seriously at this book but he still had a little smile she saw the title of the book it was a romance book he loved romance, that one of the reason he was so sweet and romantic even to her, only in her dreams she thought she could see him like that and also only in his dream he had a beautiful body like that. Natural abs, beautiful muscular arm with those little sexy scars on it, she loved those scars, his beautiful collarbone, some sweats drop and his chest hair only God knew how much loved them.

But he hadn't finished his sentence so he finished "mom... You are definitely not my mom." He chuckled. Her response was her cute snort laugh, God she hated it but everytime she did it Agustín looked at her with those eyes you give to someone you care about, the same she gave to him.

"What gave me up?" Still giggling like the lovestruck teen she was. He stood up walking towards her. God he was gorgeous...

"I'm just really smart," she laughed at that since he was the most oblivious man on earth "what do you need anyway."

"Oh yeah right here's your book," he looked at it and took it in his hands 'omg he touched my hands with his, his hands at way softer than I would have thought' "I kinda want another do you have one that I could like? Or your favorite maybe."

"You already read my favorite it's the one with the two best friends falling love." She stared at him, the number of times she imagined that the character were Agustín and her. "It's my favorite too." He stared back and thought 'I know it is you told me, that why it's my favorite because you love it.'

He turned to the library he looked through his books to find one for her, while she looked so disrespectfully at his gorgeous muscular backthose muscles that were so hot. She was just there fighting the urge to touch him and kiss him and maybe more if he was ok with it.

"Yeah... And speaking of love how's your love life?" She was thinking of a decent answer 'I love you please go out with me i want you so much. No not that.'

"Well ma want me to go out with a Guzman or whatever but there's this one guy I like he's the most gorgeous man I ever saw, he have glasses I find that hot." He turns around with a book in his hands and hands it to her, to continue the talking they sat on his bed really close to each other. He was blushing at that sentence 'Does she really like glasses that much? Does she finds me hot? No of course not she's perfect.'

He started naming every guy with glasses but when he finished he didn't found "I literally named everyone of them. Is there a new guy? Are you replacing me with a new guy? I feel so betrayed..." He joked, she did thee snort thing again.She put a hand on his cheek the other one one of his thighs "God you're oblivious..." She placed a sweet kiss on his lips before pulling away some seconds after. He looked so stupidly stunned. She chuckled "I like the outfit by the way." She put the hand that was on his cheek on his torso.

He looked at her lips and leaned in for a slow, wet kiss they both melted into it, he putted a hand on her hips, she let her tongue enters his mouth. It was perfect until someone knocked on the door and entered to find her son bare chest with Julieta having her hands all over him and him having a hand on the girl's hips.

"... i won't tell Alma but please lock the door and use protection." They both looked at her eyes widen. "MA! It's not what it looks like, it's just a kiss the first one we've ever shared... Well second one actually but that not the point the point is we're not sleeping together. Not the first night atleast..." She chuckled.

"It's ok I don't care, I'm just happy you guys realized you liked each other." She was about to leaves when her screamed at her. "YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!" Both women chuckled 'so oblivious...' they thought. Then she really left and they stood up they looked at each other before kissing again this one was like the last one but they weren't interrupted this time they said their goodbye. During the whole night neither of them could get those wonderful feeling to go away.

They ended up seeing each other again the next morning, this time in Juli's room since her mother trusted her but also thought Agustín was definitely not her type, they shared sweet kiss while cuddling, they also really said 'i love you' to each other.

It's only some day after that her whole family got told and they were happy about it and Alma said she was surprised but also not because they already acted like a couple before actually being one.

#agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #encanto #julieta x agustín #agustin x julieta #idk

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doomxdriven · 1 year

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DRABBLE: Birthright

"You said you knew em', so what was he like? My father?"

Bansui looks up from his desk, toward the young brown haired man sitting across from him. Outside of their hair color, this young man in front of Bansui was truly the spitting image of the person he was envisioning in his head right now, the former head of a Great Noble House, and a dastardly soul who was now remembered as a villain for their actions years prior.

"…Hmm, thy father was… a, wretched, greedy individual," Bansui continues, his gravelly voice eking our from underneath his mask, "a cruel beast, if ever there was."

"Urhm," the young man frowns widely, "damn, really, nothing good 'bout the dude?"

Bansui let's out a low, guttural laugh, before replying with, "Forgive me, young master, I meant… those things, in the most, positive ways, imaginable," Bansui also embodied many of those things after all, "thy father was, a visionary, and his vision was, grand, and commendable; had he succeeded in… his goals, he could have, changed everything."

Bansui may not have wholly agreed with the motives that drove this young man's father to try and usher in that change, but he respected their attempt at breaking this flawed joke of an existence that stemmed from the Soul Society's Original Sin.

"Ah, but how… darkly, the dark hand, met his fate," Bansui orated, while remembering that fatal moment when an assassin's blade plunged through the back of this young man's father, ending their life, their dream, and the providence of their Household…. though, perhaps the latter could now be rectified, thanks to the discovery of this young man's lineage.

"A shame, among shames, to be sure," Bansui continues, "but a shame, capable of… reconciliation, by thine hands."

The young man let's out a nervous chuckle, and then continue with, "Woah, I don't know that I wanna fix anything, I only came here to learn 'bout my father, that's it-- not trying to get wrapped up in any weird noble shit, that ain't me."

Bansui smirks beneath his mask, and immediately tries to assuage th young man's doubts, and objections, "The affairs of… the nobility, are a bother, indeed-- I personally… dislike, dabbling in such, matters, myself, but it is an… evil, of necessity, I fear, and an… opportunity, of grand proportions for thee."

The young man runs a hand up the back of their head, still looking unsure of what Bansui was getting at, but they are curious, leading them to ask, "Urhm what, kinda opportunity are we talking 'bout here?"

"Ye see, thy father… left, their House, thine House, in shambles, " just about every one in the main line of this Great House had been put to the sword by this young man's father, "and upon his, death, every…. distant, relative, of thy family who… still lived, fashioned themselves, heirs."

It was almost comical, but more-so pitiful, how every backwater branch of this aforementioned Great House had come out of the woodwork once they saw a meager chance at power-- truly a representation of how shameless the nobility could be with their thirst for power, in Bansui's opinion.

"This has…. bequeathed, a power struggle," it was actually a small civil war going on in the shadows, one that has ended up drawing in the other remaining Great Houses as well, but Bansui didn't think this young man had to know the true scope of this ordeal, not yet, "that continues, to this day, one which… would have, been the… destruction, of thine house, had I not, discovered thee."

The young man, somewhat wide eyes, nods his head and then quizzically asks, "Mmkay, got all that, but I'm still waiting to hear 'bout this opportunity you mentioned for me?"

Bansui lazily gestures toward the young man, "There are, many, contenders at play," a few who could possibly be trouble, due to their support from the Shihoin or Kuchiki, "but as the, only son, of the former head, thou possesses the, only proper claim-- with my, sponsorship, the nobility would be… pressed, to recognize thee as, true heir."

Bansui didn't imagine that the other claimants or Great Houses would rollover so easily and accept this young man as the rightful heir, but Bansui still had a few 'friends' in Central 46, and with that, along with a few strategic killings, he knew the road for this young man's ascension could be paved.

"Thine fortunes would… change, overnight," Bansui continued, while slowly rising from his seat and shuffling around to the young man, "thou would be, head of a, Great Noble House, one of the most… important, powerful, and…. wealthy, individuals, in all the Soul Society."

The young man watches as Bansui makes his way over, pondering their words all the while. The young man still didn't like the idea of getting involved in all of this nobility business, but thinking about the status and money it could bring them is immensely tempting.

"Wooahh, that would be all nice, I could really help out a ton of people in Rukongai with a position like that," the young man replied, one hand tucked under their chin, looking deep in thought but simultaneously excited, "I could finally have enough money to buy all those cool instruments from the World of the Living too, start that band with Shuhei, and oh oh, maybe I can get Captain Yadōmaru to finally notice me, or one of those Quincy gals, or maybe even that librarian lady in the World of the Living!"

Bansui stops and stares at the young man from behind his mask, he stares at them in silence for a good while in fact, holding back the urge to give a very disbelieving 'what?' to their comments.

"……. Yes, Ye could… commit, to such scenarios, indeed," Bansui flatly says, finally breaking his silence, "it would be, within thy right, as a…. member, of the, Greater nobility."

Bansui thought that everything this young man had just mused on was ridiculous, but if that's what they wanted to do with their future status and wealth, that was their perogative, so long as Bansui got what he wanted out of the situation-- a powerful ally among the Great Houses, or more specifically, an alliance between the young man's house and his own, to check the influence of the Shihoin and Kuchiki Houses.

"The heads of the… Kuchiki, and Shihoin, may prove, antagonistic, to thine ascension, not to… speak of, the dreams thou possess, but, if ye take this… chance, and claim thy, rightful place, thou shall… always, have a, staunch supporter, in me, and my family; provided, of course, that the…. support, is returned."

The young man looks up at Bansui, raising an eyebrow and grinning at them in a bubbly though knowing manner, "I getcha, I see what you're on 'bout, what this is all 'bout-- I might not be the noble type or, the very smart type," the latter was something the young man heard very often anyway, from his former and current Captain's, "but I knew there had to be something shifty you wanted outta this."

The young man lets out some high spirited, vibrant laughter, before wiping a tear from his eye and adding, "I was worried you were gonna ask me to sell a limb or drop some crazy catch on me last second, but that doesn't sound too bad; you just want a friend!"

Bansui…. stares at the young man in silence once again, for a few moments, long enough for the air to get a little awkward, but after holding back a bothered sigh and refraining from denying the young man's suggestion, he tries his best to amiable when he answers, "Why, yes, that is correct, young master, a….. friend, in thee."

Bansui would suddenly wave his hands around, a Kido incantation having been spoken long before, and in front of him, and the young man, a Zanpakuto would appear, encased within a transparent, violet-hued box.

"Urhm…" the young man stares at the Zanpakuto Bansui had brought forth, looking a little confused, "what's that?"

"This," Bansui replies, a wide grin forming beneath his mask, as the container around the Zanpakuto began to fade away, "is thine birthright, young master, take it, and then ready thyself, for next, we go to address… the nobility."

The more they stared at the Zanpakuto before them, the more this young man began to feel…. a pull, strange as it was. The young man already possessed a Zanpakuto of their own, that very blade currently fixed at their side, but staring at this other Zanpakuto, he began to feel a similar connection, somehow.

"My, birthright?" the young man questioned, reaching out to grasp the Zanpakuto, and the moment he did, the moment they wrapped their hands around its tsuba, they felt a jolt of spiritual energy flow through them unlike anything they had ever experienced, and in their mind, a name came to fruition, a name they would then speak aloud with awe,

"Enrakyōten."

#headcanons: bansui #//finally finished this up after sitting on it for like a month lmao #//also involving another oc of mine that i... may or may not eventually add onto the blog but. part of the story they are either way #//also work still has me in a chokehold but hey ill be free after tomorrow for a bit fsdhjGHJF

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convxction · 4 years

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WELL FOR YOU, HOW DID CHROM'S FEELINGS ABOUT HIS DAD CHANGE FROM CHILD TO ADULT

you are NOT allowed to use reverse uno card on me, gdi! | @jasperlion

/again you are not allowed to do this smh. but i will forgive you for this (lol)

alright, strap in boys and girls.

For his childhood period, I’ll have to divide this into two; one pre-dad going on crusade, and during &post that.

We know that Chrom was 4 years old when his father passed away and Emmeryn became ylisse representative (then exalt), so for the three years, Chrom was pretty much spoiled by his father--being the male heir to the throne and the youngest (at that time.) Chrom’s memories are super vague during these three years, barely remember a couple of instances. The only thing that rings clear in his mind is the time when his father sat him on his leg and pretended that he was riding a horse. Even though his father was busy, he did not stop playing with Chrom (who refused to get off despite the maids’ plead to let the Exalt go to his work.) Safely to say, that is the only time Chrom truly loved his father.

However, after he went on his holy war, Chrom was, as expected from a child, confused and scared of the things he hears about his father. Most of them did not make sense to him. At first, there were praise and prayer for the Exalt then after a couple of months, all that love and praise were turned 180 degrees to cursing and loathing. Nothing made sense to Chrom but he did not hate his father because he understood nothing. It was until the end of the year when more people(mostly elderly and women) tried to break into the castle to take the matter in their hand and stop this war. Their plan did not succeed but it worked well to frighten the castle’s residents, Chrom in particularly when he was afraid to be alone at any time of the day. He had to be with either Emmeryn or Frederick who at that time was still a squire but was hand-picked to be Chrom’s personal bodyguard. Chrom slowly came to realize that his father did a ‘bad’ thing which made him ask his mother and sister if he can apologize, will the people forgive him--like he always does when he breaks things? Sadly, what his father did was not just vase-breaking-bad thing, but very very bad thing which is taking people’s lives. Again, it made no sense to him but it all came together that his father was not going to be ‘forgiven’ when even the workers in the castle started to escape, or skip working, and all that, offering only whispers and hushed talks whenever Chrom passed-- ‘ah, the son of the warmonger. look, as if the man himself is walking but a smaller version of him.’ he started to hate that--the way people talked about his father, the way they talked about him. Isn’t his father fighting for them? But are they being mean like that? How could they!? All that eventually got to him, despite how Emmeryn tried to shield him from that, there is little she can do when she is not around him. Emmeryn was torn between her ill-pregnant mother, her little brother, and the countrymen. It was a lot for a girl of 9 years old. The love for his father slowly but surely turned to hatred; ‘if he was fighting for us then why everyone hates him? dad did something bad. dad did not come to say sorry...dad does not love us anymore? he does...not love us....’

When the news of the Exalt’s death came around as the war was brought to an end with that, Chrom was waiting for the man to come back to hammer him with all these questions ‘did you something bad? will you fix it? will everyone says it is ok? will mom be ok? will sister stop crying at night? am i bad? have i done something bad? is it not ok to be like you, dad? why do i look like you? why everyone hates my face? am i....bad?’ but the man did not come to answer any of child chrom’s questions; they only grew more and more and were labeled without an answer forever. It is at that moment, Chrom’s hatred for his father reached its peek when Emmeryn was forced to take over..she was going to be the next Exalt. The same thing as his father? He did not want that! Emmeryn cannot be like his father! and then to add salt to the injury, his mother passed away shortly after giving birth to Lissa. One maid scoffed saying, ‘it was The Divine Dragon’s punishment for them. He died, she died, maybe their offspring might not last’ and that sent the boy crying and begging for Emmeryn to not be the Exalt and when they knew about the rumors, Frederick took care of anyone who peeped with any word. He had to get his hand dirty if needed to protect the siblings, to honor the queen’s wishes.

Then throughout his later years, his feelings towards his father did not lessen, in fact, they grew by the day. It was not easy to see the destruction he left 15 years ago and how his family had to suffer--how all Ylisse had to suffer because of it.

As an adult, by the starter of the game, Chrom had his fair share of outbursts related to his father; thus why i headcanon one of the reasons he made the Shepherds, to escape the castle and not cause more troubles for Emmeryn. At this time, he is prone to lash and even resort to violence if someone ever mentioned his father or even hinted to the topic he hates--how he might resemble him. It freaks him out that no matter what he tries to do, he sounds and behaves like what his father might have done. As he goes in the years, especially, after Emmeryn’s death, he strongly believed that he is just repeating the same mistakes over and over and if he was as strong as he claim to be, Emmeryn would not have died, many people would not have lost their lives.

Only, and only because Emmeryn’s will that she kept with Frederick, the hatred storm in his heart finally quelled down (not entirely but to some extent.) It weighed on him the number of responsibilities and choices and all that Emmeryn was carrying. Even if he handled the military aspect, it still meant nothing if the country was not run accordingly. Part of him started to think about what his father did years ago, was his intention truly were pure; to protect everyone. Was he justified in order to stop the Grimleals? Or was it a foul play like what had happened with Emmeryn. Even though they know that he went on a ‘crusade’ they barely know what had happened after he passed Ylisse’s border to Plegia. Part of him wanted to understand why his father did what he did and if any way, maybe, perhaps...could find some solace in the fact that he...simply wanted to protect them.

During the two years skip, Chrom was simply Ylisse’s representative, not an Exalt, for Emmeryn’s sake. He had his first-hand experience as being the man in power. Not a day passes by without some ungodly proposals make their way to him. One to go again and attack Plegia to eradicate every last of them, and another to start preparing for Ferox because they might decide to take this chance at them--being worn out of the war, and many he felt his stomach churn to reading them. If two years were too much for him, then what about his father and sister? They had to endure more than that and in worse times. Lucky for him, his reign was ...somewhat in a better time than what Emmeryn had. There was a lot to think of...a lot to reconsider and mule about.

The whole thing with Avatar/Robin and Validar, and Chrom telling them that they are themselves before being that man’s child. It was almost as if he was convincing himself as well. If he can’t forgive himself then how can he resonate with others? It was not his fault that he has this face, the blood in his veins, anything that he cannot change and not under his control. He just has to accept that he will MAKE mistakes, that he will LEARN from these mistakes, and TEACH others about them. The hate for his father only dragged him down to the level he could not see past that and therefore, shackled his mind and body.

With Grima’s advent, Chrom was somewhat, let’s say relieved that there might be some truth in the story Emmeryn told him--about their father is a hero and he went to fight the bad guys. If his father went on that crusade to stop the Grimleals from ‘creating’ and bringing back Grima, then...maybe..just maybe...he could find it in his heart to ...forgive him, but as always..he cannot forget the things and their aftermath. It bothered him that no one at that time stopped him, father. Like, did he not have a good council to tell him ‘hold on dude, daz bad?’ which is why he is forever grateful beyond words that he has his shepherds.

Basically, to sum this up, he loved him, then he was confusion, then hate, then bitch i will kill you if you speak his name, to I AM HIM???, to wait a minute???, to huh....idk man im still confusion, to ...bitch did what he had to do huh..still he is dumb stupid and i hate him smh he could have relied on others. stupid father.

and thanks for coming to my ted talk. you are not allowed to revise uno me, wulf.

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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Hello! (´～｀ヾ) I noticed your requests are open and wanted to ask if you could do Atsushi x smol petite Fem!reader who shares in his animal ability, only she’s able to turn into a wolf instead? Smol shy lass, but very outgoing and kind once you know her?

Maybe include Dazai and Tanizaki too (as I’m curious, but am more than okay if it’s just with Atsushi! )?

Many gracis! Your writing is beautiful and very detail and precious with every character! 💖💖 have a beautiful day! 😊💖 — 🐺✨

❥ Atsushi and Tanizaki with a f!s/o that can turn into a wolf

ᴀ/ɴ: I FINALLY POSTED and hello! hope you are doing well, thank you for your kind words; it makes me happy knowing my work is up to your liking. hopefully I did your request justice and that you like it 💕

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA:

Atsushi owns my heart

I think I should turn into an octopus so all the anime boys I love and simp for have a whole heart for them alone

Anyways

It was a pretty cute and shy first meeting between the both of you

When he first saw you he just panicked cause WOAH YOU ARE SO PRETTY

“H-hey! I am Atsushi Nakajima; it’s nice to meet you?”

He beat himself up for how it sounded more of a question

Fortunately you were just as shy and awkward so y’all just vibed

When you told him about your ability he was just so happy cause you guys were similar and that’s something you get to bond over 😌

He turns to show off to you how cool he looks as a tiger 🐅

But he lost his cool fangirling and praising you when you turned cause woah you are so cool

HOWEVER you also kept praising him because ya know his tiger-form is badass looking

So it just went it like:

“Y/N, you look so fearless and strong in your wolf form!”

“No no no, you look even better, Atsushi! Your tiger form is absolutely breathtaking!”

Now following what happened you guys started getting paired for missions

Fukuzawa was lowkey shipping

Let me tell you about an adorable thing that happens in your missions

When you guys are successfully done with a mission you guys bump noses in your animal forms

Because it makes you guys less shy apparently

As time went by, he started developing deep feelings for you

Atsushi prioritizes kindness and having a good heart; I also see him being patient with a s/o that was already used to making heartless decisions until they can finally open their heart to kindness

So it’s no surprise that he fell for you

In addition to that, your outgoing personality is something he always looks forward to and makes him love spending time with you even more

It’s just so heart fluttering to him because you always manage to cheer him up no matter how down he may feel

FAST FORWARD TO HIM CONFESSING CAUSE YEAH

He convinced Kunikida to buy a tiger roar translator (yes I decided it’s a thing if it isn’t)

And then he gave it you

You were like ???

But then he transformed and then roared that he likes you

You burst out laughing cause damn this is creative but he started cringing at himself and getting embarrassed

“You didn’t have to go through all that, oh my god!”

“…I regret all my decisions until now; except joining the agency.”

“Why?”

“Cause I met you.”

“…”

“Y/N PLEASE STOP WITH THAT FACE I KNOW THAT WAS CHEESY AND I AM ALREADY EMBARRASSED ENOUGH!”

You hugged him and assured that it was fine and that you liked him too so he is fine now

Now y’all Eskimo kiss a lot too

It’s like a inside joke/gesture between you

I think cuddling in your animal forms would be a thing, so it’s no surprise when a client enters and finds a tiger and a wolf cuddling on the ground

While yeah it gets the infamous kunikida scoldings but it’s comfy

They do get petting wild animals privileges tho

Atsushi once’s roared at someone who was petting you a little too much

Dazai never stops teasing him like calm thee self ‘Samu

You sometimes like to tease him about being a big cat and using the term cat instead of tiger

“I AM NOT A CAT, I AM A TIGER!”

Which the payback for is him teasing you about being a dog not a wolf

“HEY YOU KNOW THAT I AM A WOLF NOT A DOG!”

Couple shenanigans?

Couple shenanigans.

JUNICHIRO TANIZAKI:

The meeting was pretty awkward I am not even going to sugarcoat it 👩‍🦲

Let’s take it from his point of view though

One minute he was normally living his life and the other he sees a very very very pretty lady so he stumbled a lot on his words

But once he composed himself you got to know that he is a really kind person and he was always supporting and helping you in your first days in the agency

(still continues to help you later on but that’s beside the point right now🕳🚶‍♀️)

Considering how Naomi is quite extrovert, you guys become friends quite easily which tanizaki takes quite the pride in and is really happy with it

As you both start getting more comfortable with each other, your feelings start to bloom

Also may I add that you both get paired for missions more often than not

Once again fukuzawa is shipping

But also your abilities compliment each other welll making the both of you the perfect pair

(aside from tanizaki’s sometimes fucked up actions like nearly damn killing someone while he is from the detective agency )

LETS STRAY AWAY FROM ANGSTY STUFF SHALL WE 😀

As you open up to him, he starts to further enjoy your time together because he realizes that you finally feel comfortable with, and of course that’s not to say he didn’t enjoy it before

He just feels happy you can finally be yourself <3

Time passes and low and behold you confess, yes you because I personally think he would take a rather long time to do so

And you, seeing the obvious signs of liking you back, took your shot ⛹️‍♀️

NOW HORRAY YOU GUYS ARE A COUPLE

Nothing changes much aside from the fact that you guys are more affectionate and he often ends up daydreaming about you

(love struck child)

Naomi likes to joke around with you about her being jealous but you know it’s all for fun

Now more ability related things

He would probably love to nap and hug your wolf form

LIKE ALOT, pls he seems so cuddly

Also side note but I see him unintentionally resting his arm on you like you are an arm rest because of how small you are 🏃‍♀️

And when he notices he recites out a 346 paged apology about how he didn’t mean to

But the things he does intentionally is resting his chin on your head

If you pout because you feel like he is making fun of your height then he will kiss your head and assure you that he just wants to be close to you

I need to read more about this guy, I feel like I missed some stuff about him :(

NEVERTHELESS

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 years

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Drowning | JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: JJ saves your life.

A/N: I had this idea this morning and just thought it would turn out into a great fic. I hope you guys enjoy! xx

!!!! Warning: curse words, drugs, drowning and resuscitation

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Your parents were throwing a party to celebrate your dad’s growing company and the guest list included most of the kooks on the island. You were okay with going to the party because you thought Sarah would be the one to accompany Ward and Rose, but instead it was Rafe who showed up in her place. Sarah was hanging out with John B.

That’s where you would like to be right now, except you wanted to be hanging out with JJ instead of John B of course. You and JJ had grown into close friends the last few months. Your car had broke down on the side of the road and out of everyone who passed by, JJ was the one to stop and help. He offered to look at your car and see if he could figure out what was wrong and since then your friendship grew.

Your family didn’t mind you hanging out with JJ or the rest of the pogues for that matter. Your family didn’t follow the other kooks in hating the pogues because most of your dad’s employees were from the Cut. He actually knew them as a person and didn’t judge them for what side of the island they lived on.

It was only 30 minutes into the party, Rafe had come out of your guest bathroom with bloodshot eyes and the remnants of white powder on his nose. You knew he’d just done a line, which meant he was drunk and high. He’d already downed three drinks.

“Seriously, Rafe? My bathroom?”

“What? Scared your parents might think it’s you doing coke?” He jokes, wiping his nose.

You roll your eyes, “They know me better than that. Why did you come tonight anyways?” You made your way outside, Rafe following.

“My dad asked me. Said there could be a potential job opportunity.”

“So you decide to snort a line of coke? What a great first impression.”

“Who are you to judge me? You’re the one who slums it around with those nasty pogues on the cut.”

“Hanging out with the pogues is better than doing drugs, Rafe. That’s not even a good comparison. Plus, they’re better people than you kooks.”

“Last time I checked, princess, you’re one of us too.” He continues to follow you down to the edge of your dock.

“Last time I checked, I don’t snort cocaine and disappoint my parents.” You fire back, turning to face him. Okay, maybe that was a little too far on your part, but sometimes Rafe needs it instead of being babied.

He narrows his eyes at you, “You fucking bitch.” And with that he slams his hands into your chest, sending you into the water.

When Sarah had arrived at John B’s, JJ questioned her where you were. She’d explained that you were at your family’s party. JJ then suggested going over there to pick you up on the boat and then do a little evening fishing. He knew you loved being out on the water so you could watch the sunset. The rest of the pogues agreed and headed out to the boat.

It wasn’t a long drive out to your house. John B had slowed the boat when they entered the wake zone and JJ spotted you heading down the dock, Rafe following behind.

“Well that makes it easier for us to pick her up.” Sarah says with a laugh when she saw you at the end of the dock.

“They look like they are arguing.” Kie shields the sun from her eyes, “Someone yell out for her.”

Before anyone could yell, they watched as Rafe pushed you into the water and then turned around and headed back to the house.

“Oh my god!” Sarah was up from her seat in seconds, worry in her voice, “She can’t swim!”

“hang on!” John B gassed the boat and got as close as he could without getting too close to the area you could be in.

JJ had already pulled his shirt and shoes off and was diving into the water. Your body came floating to the surface, face down. JJ surfaced nearby and flipped your body over, but you weren’t responsive.

“Y/n?! Shit shit..” JJ swam your body to the dock as John be got close enough to the dock. Pope jumped off the boat and onto the dock, pulling your body up on the dock.

JJ exited the water and began tapping on your shoulders and shaking you, “Y/N?! Y/n can you hear me?!” He leaned down and put his ear against your chest but you weren’t breathing. There wasn’t a pulse felt either. “She’s not fucking breathing!” JJ immediately began CPR, panic setting in.

“Someone call 911!”

“Help! Someone help!”

The ruckus down at the dock caught the attention of the party goers. Soon you could see your parents running down to the dock.

“Come on, y/n! Breath!” JJ alternated between mouth to mouth and chest compressions. About the third alternation, you finally coughed and JJ could breath again. He cradled your head to the side as you coughed up the water, “Good good..”

Your eyes met JJ’s, “What..”

“Shh..” His hand went to your cheek, “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He held you in his lap until your parents got to you asking what happened. Your mom had took JJ’s place, giving you a look over, checking for any other injuries.

You could see Rafe’s sober face at the front of the crowd, “I.. I tripped and fell in.”

“Oh honey.” Your mom holds you tightly in her arms, “I’ve told you to never wear those heels on the dock.”

JJ had to hold back the urge to jump at Rafe and beat the shit out of him. He knew Rafe had pushed you in. If JJ hadn’t suggested to pick you up, you’d be dead right now because of Rafe.

“You saved her life.” Your dad placed a hand on JJ’s shoulder, pulling JJ from his thoughts.

JJ ran a hand over his wet hair to get it out of his face, “We’d seen her fall in.” He motioned to the rest of the pogues, “Sarah said she couldn’t swim.”

Your dad holds a hand out to JJ, “We’re forever grateful.”

JJ shook your fathers hand, with a nod, “I’m just glad we were here.” He took the towel from John B to dry off.

Sarah had took a moment with you next, hugging on you. She’d given you a towel to wrap around yourself. It was after Sarah was done, you went to JJ, immediately wrapping your arms around him.

He returned the hug, “You scared the shit out of me.” He gave you a tighter squeeze.

“Thank you.” You felt him kiss the top of your head.

“You weren’t breathing.” He pulled away enough to look down at you, caressing your cheek with his knuckles, “I’ve never been so terrified.”

You were well aware of the crowd watching. However, your parents attention was on the police who’d just arrived. They’d explained what had happened. “This is the second time you’ve saved me.”

“The first was your car. Not your life.” He fixes the towel back around your shoulders.

You let out a soft laugh, “Well, either way you’re always saving me. How can I return the favor?”

“Well, I know how to swim.” He teases, “So you don’t have to save me from drowning.”

You roll your eyes at his teasing, “How about...” You bite your lip in thought and finally the idea comes to you, “A date? I mean I don’t really know how to pay you back that would live up to you literally saving my life.”

“A date?” He hums, “I think that would work as a great payment. Only if it’s maybe a weekly date kind of thing.”

You laugh and nod, “I can make that work.”

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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hi franky! congratulations on 2k, that’s amazing!!

Nickname: asta

Door Number: 15

What will you be wearing on the date?: probably a pair of nice black jeans, a hawaiian shirt, and combat boots

Booze or sober?: sober

Your ideal first date: either a museum or going out to eat at a ramen shop

Three personality traits about you: loving, goofy, & smart

Three things you look for in a partner: easy to talk to, funny, & affectionate

Thee dislikes: crowded places, unnecessarily rude people, & not being able to have time to relax

Thank you <3<3

So, you thought it would be easy getting ready for your date, jeans, boots, you felt comfy and confident. Ready to kick ass and have a great time. You were sort of kinda fooling yourself with your hope of being ready on time. You’d changed shirts at least twenty times before picking the one you did.

You narrowed your eyes at your reflection and told yourself you weren’t going to change shirts again.

Alright, once more.

Perfect.

Grabbing your things, you headed out to the address your date had given you. You were delighted it was a ramen and sushi joint, showed to your table where your date was already sat down waiting..

- The red-haired man saw you being shown to the table and a big grin lit up his handsome face. - He was wearing an equally bright and loud shirt as you, pants with a mismatched pattern. And sandals. You both looked like you were heading to the beach even though it was 7 pm.

- “Asta!” Shanks said and ushered you to come and sit by him, which you did and noticed he was already on his second bottle of beer.

- Oh, you hoped this wasn’t going to be a problem, you weren’t going to be drinking yourself after all.

- “I’m Shanks, and yeah, about the beer.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “It takes a lot to get me drunk, don’t worry love.” He winked and somehow that did reassure you.

- He was very friendly, he acted like he’d known you for years not seconds as he put his arm around your shoulders and started to talk to you about things.

- Shanks passed you a menu and told you what he wanted to get, how you could order whatever you wanted, or you could share ones with him, he didn’t mind.

- You ordered a big bowl of ramen and some sushi, Shanks simply told the waitress ‘Same’ and for some more beer.

- He was very true to his word though; the number of beers didn’t seem to change him.

- Shanks was charming, charismatic, funny as all hell and he liked to ask about you.

- You made him laugh more than once, seeing tears prick his eyes at one or two of the jokes you’d told him.

- That made you feel good.

- He didn’t talk much about himself, mostly asking you questions and enjoying the answers, nodding along and asking you extra questions on some things.

- Shanks was a talker you noticed.

- That was fine, he was wonderful company.

- He got another beer when the food came, he offered you once or twice if you wanted any but always respected your choice and always asked ‘hey, is it okay if I get another?’

- He was a heavyweight you mused as the bottles lined up.

- “This kid, I met him at a bar,” Shanks started to tell you a story between bites of sushi.

- “He’s crazy, and still don’t know why his mom even brought him with her but, the stories I could tell you about this kid.” He chuckled and well, he told you about this boy, the sort of man he had become.

- Eating and talking, after the meal you had a pot of tea between you.

- He was fun, kind and you loved how he sounded so proud of this ‘Luffy’ he had so many sides to himself.

- He even tipped well and treated the waitress with politeness and respect, even when she’d made a few mistakes.

- You respected that.

- Shanks was an affectionate person, but you didn’t mind. You liked when he put an arm around your shoulders, when he rested his hand on your arm, sat close.

- He never felt like a threat.

- “Wow, it got late.” He hummed looking at his phone but smiling brightly. “Do you need to be anywhere or want to go and get something sweet? And maybe get some dessert.” He was a flirt, giving you a wink.

REBLOG to go get something for dessert with Shanks, maybe even get to eat said dessert OFF Shanks, wink or go home and wash off the smell of booze and make a note to avoid this kid called ‘Luffy’

#2k event #one piece x reader #blind date event

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katsukisblackteddy · 3 years

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Okay, I know I already sent you another request, but this one...I just had to drop this one on ya. Can I request Bakugo, Hawks, Shinsou, and Dabi’s reaction to seeing their black s/o getting hit on in the most cringiest, fetishizing way while they’re standing next to them? Since the s/o is dating them, they know the things that should and shouldn’t be said to a black person, but the weirdo goes to them and says things along the lines of:

“Do you taste as chocolatey as you look?”

“Lemme conquer you in the bedroom”

“Twerk on me like Megan Thee Stallion”

And “Our kids are going to be great athletes”

Like the she is just stunned into mortified silence since she couldn’t process the audacity for someone to say something so disgusting. She’ll let her man’s handle it cuz the last thing she needs is to be charged with homicide.

(Trust me, writing those lines hurt me but not as much as it hurt when I was told these things 🤢)

“Why Don’t You Just Do Us All a Favor and Shut Up?”

You don’t understand how many times a trashy guy has said something like this to me thinking I would find it cute or attractive. So gross! As a society we need to do better and stop sexualizing and fetishizing black women and girls.

also the gif has nothing to do with this, I just thought it was cute.

Anyways...starts below the cut!

Warnings: swearing, fetishization of black women and girls, sleazy trashy guys, protective boyfriends, sexual implications

“Katsu, can we get ramen at that new place that just opened up the street?” (y/n) questioned, her (eye color) eyes wide with anticipation.

“Ok.” The usually explosive blonde agreed, snaking his larger hand into her slightly smaller one. (y/n) had finished training earlier and since it was a light day, Bakugou had suggested they walk around the downtown area. “It’s over this way, right?” (y/n) nodded simply, looking around at the different shops they passed on their way to the new ramen restaurant.

Ever since Katsuki had begun dating the black girl, he had calmed down significantly, though only around her...with everyone else he was just as explosive as he always was. The black girl was fiercely protective over her friends and especially Katsuki, though he didn’t really need it; probably a part of her tiger quirk, though it came off as more endearing than annoying.

“What are you gonna order?” She wondered, making small conversation as they waited to cross the street.

“What I always order.” He answered simply.

“The spiciest thing on the menu.” (y/n) and Katsuki said at the same time, (y/n) rolling her eyes with a smile.

“You won’t have any taste buds left if you burn them all off.” She teased as Katsuki rolled his crimson eyes at her, holding her close to him as they continued to wait.

A whistle caught the couple’s attention, Bakugou’s eyes narrowing as they fell on two boys standing at a shop located behind where they were standing. The two boys looked the same age if not a little older than (y/n) and Katsuki, the taller one had lime green hair and matching lime colored eyes. His pale face had a smirk plastered on it. The slightly shorter of the two had pink hair the color of bubble gum, lavender eyes focusing on the black girl, a smirk on his face also.

Despite (y/n) usually being confident, there was something highly uncomfortable about the way they were eyeing her that made her uneasy.

“Hey Riku, you think she’d go for someone like me? You know I have a thing for exotics.” (y/n) turned around, deciding to ignore them, they weren’t worth the time. She gripped Bakugou’s hand, turning him around, trying to think of something to say to distract them both from the annoying boys.

The ash blonde sent her a bewildered look, confused as to why she wasn’t going to say something to them. “They aren’t worth it. They’re extras, right?” She joked, flashing a half smile at her boyfriend.

Bakugou tched, but decided not to say anything since (y/n) didn’t seem to want him to.

“You know why exotics are the best?” The lime green haired boy questioned, loud enough to make sure Bakugou and (y/n) had heard it.

“Why Riku?” The bubble gum haired boy said, a creepy glint in his eyes.

“Because of that fat ass.” He snickered. “You think she’d let me get a taste of that chocolate?”

(Jesus Christ, I cringed writing that. 🤢)

Bakugou’s head whipped around to glare at the two boys, (y/n) turning around to look at them, holding herself back, but too shocked by what she had heard to catch Bakugou before he did something that would attract the attention of police.

“You two fucking clowns better shut the fuck up before you get a taste of my foot shoved so far up your asses it’ll be coming out of your fat fucking mouths.” Bakugou growled, punching them each in the face, making sure to heat up his hand so that it would definitely leave a mark.

(y/n) looked around to see a few people watching, as she let Bakugou beat up the boys before she finally decided it was enough. She placed a hand on his shoulder, as he looked up, the feral look in his crimson orbs dissipating to a gentle one.

“I just wanna go. Can we please, before the police get here?” She questioned as he punched them and kicked them a few more times before standing up and nodding.

“You won’t be fucking needing these either.” Bakugou said, going through their wallets, taking the money out before snapping the cards in half and tossing them on the street next to the boys who remained on the ground. “Let’s go.” He held out his hand, as she grabbed it and they walked across the street. “I hate these fucking extras.” He grumbled as they got to the ramen restaurant. Bakugou Katsuki had every intention of using the money he had just taken to pay for everything, it was the least they could do.

The woman was on her way to her apartment, getting off early from her patrol because not only was it a Friday, but the day after was her 23rd birthday and her pro-hero boyfriend seemed to have planned something, despite her telling him he didn’t have to.

Her phone rang, taking (y/n) out of her thoughts as she slid the answer button seeing her boyfriend’s picture pop up. “Hey Kei.” She answered happily, stopping at the corner, waiting to cross the street.

“Hey, Kid.” Came his response, causing the black woman to smile. “You got off early right? You wanna get (your favorite food/ drink)?”

“Really?!” (y/n) grew excited, her voice raising an octave as a laugh bubbled from her full lips. The couple was usually very busy and that meant they didn’t have a lot of time to just go to restaurants and walk around the downtown area, but since they had managed to get the afternoon and weekend off, Hawks was going to take full advantage of it.

“Yeah.” He laughed back. “I’ll meet you there?”

“Ok! Love you.” She told him.

“Love you too, Kid.” He said back before hanging up. (y/n) crossed the street, walking towards their favorite restaurant, her hero costume folded in the black backpack she wore on her back. She too was a pro-hero, though she wasn’t as popular as her boyfriend, she had recently gone pro in Japan, already a famous pro in her native country. She slid her phone into one of the pockets of her black jeans, her simple white t-shirt half tucked into her pants.

She increased her stride, her smile widening as she saw the crimson wings of her boyfriend up ahead. He turned around his own smile growing as she got closer. “How was patrol?” She asked him as he hugged her, the pair pulling away and intertwining hands.

“It was fine...kinda boring.” Hawks answered as they walked inside the establishment.

“Woah.” The cashier said softly, after ringing up your orders. Hawks paid, even though she protested though he responded by saying it was her birthday weekend and she wasn’t allowed to pay. The cashier, who seemed a little older than the two of the pros, named Ukyo, handed her her drink practically ignoring Hawks.

Keigo frowned, growing slightly annoyed, though he wouldn’t really peg himself as the jealous type, Ukyo just made everything very uncomfortable and Hawks was growing irritated that (y/n) was uneasy. It was the protective nature in him, which he would admit could get a little intense at times.

“Um, thanks.” (y/n) replied with a slightly awkward laugh before looking at Hawks to say she was ready to go. They had planned to walk through the park nearby. As they were stepping away, Ukyo called out.

“Hey wait, pretty girl!” He called out, catching the dark skinned woman off guard. “You forgot something.” She turned, raising an eyebrow before going back towards where Ukyo stood behind the counter. He held out a napkin to her, his messy chicken scratch handwriting on the piece of paper. “It’s my number. You should call me sometime, I’d love to get to know you more.”

“I already have a great boyfriend.” (y/n) replied, giving him a smile as he still pushed the napkin to her, managing to stuff it into her bag. At this, Hawks stepped closer, still remaining silent, wanting to let her handle it because he didn’t want to come off as overbearing or suffocating. “Really, I’m not interested. I love my boyfriend.”

“Who? Him? But our kids would be so cute! They’d be great athletes, you know?” He smiled widely at her, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her from leaving. Hawks had heard enough, at (y/n)’s silence and the way her eyes seemed to bore into his own, he dislodged some feathers, sending them at the cashier, stopping them a few centimeters away from him.

“Let her go, before you make me really mad.” Hawks said, glaring at the male, sharpening the feathers into blade-like devices, his golden eyes shining with anger.

“Chill out, Man! She’s hot! She was practically asking for it!” Ukyo put his hands up, Hawks’ eyes narrowing as a growl almost sounded from deep in his chest.

“You’re lucky my girlfriend’s here.” Hawks chuckled darkly, as (y/n) placed her hand in his own. “I would’ve cut your disrespectful racist ass.” Hawks walked away with (y/n), sending the feathers at the wall behind the cashier, just narrowly missing him.

Hawks smirked as he stepped outside, hearing the high pitched scream that came out of Ukyo at the feathers going near him, fearing he was about to be sent to the hospital. Hawks glared at him through the shop window, his wings flapping behind him as if he was about to send more feathers causing Ukyo to scream again, though this time a wet spot began to grow in his khaki colored pants.

Hawks’ eyes lit up as a loud laugh fell from his mouth causing (y/n) to laugh lightly. “Fucking bitch.” Hawks muttered as they walked towards the park. “I should’ve sent the feathers into him.”

“No, you did enough Kei.” (y/n) giggled, Hawks growing happy that he had gotten her to laugh after that rude cashier incident.

Every week after that Hawks would purposely walk past the shop, launching a feather through the window and into the wall, an adult sized diaper held to the wall by the sharp crimson feather, a note usually attached saying:

‘just thought you might need to start wearing these.

I hate you,

Hawks.

Ps: Show this to anyone, tell anyone about this, or do something like that to another person again and I’ll send the next feather so far up your ass, you’ll need surgery to remove it. xoxo’

(i decided to insert another character, like Mineta but 100x worse and not jokingly either. His name is Shintani Narisuke.)

(y/n) was sitting in the common room where everyone from the general studies class usually hung out during their down time. Although, surprisingly it was empty except for the purple haired Shinsou and his lavender haired girlfriend, (y/n). It honestly was just a coincidence that the pair both had purple hair, though the girls from their class thought it was the cutest. (y/n) placed her head on one of Shinsou’s shoulders as they watched a random movie on his laptop, pushing her goddess braids so that she could be more comfortable.

The common room was empty only because one of (y/n)’s friends and classmates had told everyone that they couldn’t go into the common room because Shinsou and (y/n) were on a date. Everyone obeyed her...she was kind of scary when she was determined about something.

“How can he just get away with that?” (y/n) questioned, placing some popcorn into her mouth, pausing to place some in Shinsou mouth as they continued to stare at the screen. The pair alternated, the next time Shinsou threw some into his mouth and then fed some to (y/n).

“I hate that guy...he reminds me of that annoying little grape kid in 1-A.” Shinsou mumbled, causing her to laugh.

“Mineta?”

“We don’t speak his name.” Shinsou joked as the pair broke out into laughs again.

“Hey (your nickname)!” The pair turned, Shinsou pausing the movie, to see Shintari Narisuke enter the room. (y/n) raised an eyebrow at the use of her nickname, that ONLY Shinsou used for her.

“It’s (your full name).” She corrected him.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” The average height boy pouted, sitting down next to her, causing Shinsou to sit up more, a frown on his face.

“What do you want, Shintari? We’re busy here.” Shinsou chimed in, slightly annoyed as he rolled his tired purple eyes.

“Not that busy.” The aqua blue haired boy responded, flashing a fake smile at Shinsou. His eyes narrowed as the frown on his face deepened.

“What do you want?” Shinsou repeated.

“Hey (y/n)...” Shintari dragged out, looking at the black girl with big eyes.

“Yes?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you kind of look like Megan Thee Stallion?”

“No…” The girl answered, confused as to where this was going. To her they looked nothing alike, though she was one of her favorite female rappers. “We don’t even look alike.”

“Your ass does though.” He answered smugly. “You think you could split on me like she does?” (y/n)’s eyes widened as she tried to process what he had just said. She was at a loss for words, completely surprised that he would go that far.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Shinsou grew angry, standing up and getting in the blue haired fool’s face. He had noticed that she was still slightly shocked, which is why he decided to handle it, because normally she was the one that would jump to put someone who needed it in their place.

“She heard me. Right, (your nickname)?” He said teasingly, his eyes not even looking at Shinsou. The usually disinterested male grew increasingly more angry, at being ignored and at the boy for using his nickname for his girlfriend.

“Do you think you could answer something for me?” Shinsou questioned catching the boy’s attention as Shinsou’s grip on his shirt tightened.

“Yeah, what do you want, Villain?” Shintari asked, falling for the trap. Shinsou’s purple eyes glowed softly as he activated his quirk.

“Shut the fuck up and…” Shinsou paused, really wanting to tell the kid to go take a long walk off of a short pier, but he knew he would probably be in trouble if he did that, so he took a deep breath. “Lock yourself in your room for the rest of the week and don’t come out.” Shinsou ultimately decided, letting the boy go with a smug smirk watching him walk down the hall.

The purple haired male turned, his focus going to his girlfriend who had a sick look on her face. “You okay, kitty?” He asked softly, sitting beside her. She simply wrapped her arms around him, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“I hate that asshole.” She mumbled.

“I do too.” Shinsou agreed. “I’m sorry he said something like that to you. That was fucking gross.”

“Thanks for handling it.” She half smiled at him. “I think I would’ve killed him...then he really would’ve called me a villain.”

“Who gives a fuck, let’s finish the movie.” Shinsou laughed lightly, causing her to laugh too. “Besides, he already calls me a villain.”

(For this one (y/n) works in a bakery)

The black girl came from the back of the shop, a tray of fresh cookies in her hands, the sweet smell filling the store. She opened the glass cabinet, carefully transferring the cookies inside before going to return the tray to the back of the bakery.

Customers sat throughout the store, reading books from the bookshelves in the corner, drinking their coffees and teas while working, or simply just enjoying the warm atmosphere with their friends. (y/n) came back to the front, taking her place behind the register after washing her hands.

She looked up from where she had been adjusting a machine to the door, the sound of the ringing bell meaning someone new had entered. “Hi Baby.” The deep gravely voice said. She could hear the smile in his voice as she looked up, her own smile growing as she immediately recognized the voice.

“Hi Staples.” She teasingly replied. “What are you doing over here? I thought you were busy today.”

“I needed more.” He replied, holding up the bag at his side with the black hair dye inside.

“You want my help when I get off?” She clarified as he nodded, his blue eyes looking over her appearance. “What? You don’t like my uniform?” A soft smile on her face as she wiped down the counter.

“No, you look good.” His signature smirk appearing on his burned face. (y/n)’s heart fluttered slightly, the fiery boy never failed to make her heart skip a beat even after two years of dating.

“I get off in 50 minutes. You wanna hang around? I just made a fresh batch of cookies.”

“The ones I like?” His eyes seemed to sparkle like a kid in a candy store. Dabi loved to act big and bad, and that side of him was definitely...hot, but you loved to see the goofy childish side of him as well.

“Yeah, your favorite.” She replied, a large smile on her face as he nodded quickly, the dark hood of the sweatshirt pulled up on his head. “Alright. Here. I’ll be done soon.” She handed him a few cookies, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he slinked off to the seat he usually took in the corner of the shop when he waited for you.

(y/n) watched as he stood, picking up a book he had already started last time he came, sitting back down and flipping to the page he had left off on. Dabi...Touya wasn’t a bad guy, no matter what anyone told her, otherwise.

She was pulled out of her thoughts at the chime of the bell, a blonde man walking into the store. He must’ve been a traveler because he looked lost, especially with the way he had pulled up directions onto his phone. (y/n) gave him a friendly smile, “Hi, what can I get you?”

“I’ll take a...hot chocolate.” He said weirdly, giving her a smirk as his light eyes trailed up and down her body, at least the part that wasn’t hidden behind a counter. She nodded uneasily.

“Anything else?” Her mood had dropped, already tired of the male customer.

“How about your number?”

“No, sorry. I’m working and I-” He cut the girl off as she handed him his drink, ringing it up after she had made it.

“Come on, if it’s because I’m white...I’m hung like a black guy, if you know what I mean.” He said to the girl, Dabi’s eyes narrowing as he practically glared a hole through the blonde man.

“E-excuse me?” (y/n) repeated, blinking as she ran her hands over her apron, stepping back from him. She wasn’t even sure that had just happened, nothing that bad had ever happened at work before, just the occasional Wow, so pretty or Your hair is so fluffy, like a cloud from a few children when she wore it in an afro, that made her smile though, the kids were cute and everyone was generally respectful.

“If that’s why you won’t give me your number, you don’t have to worry about that.” He repeated.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up.” Dabi chimed in, catching his girlfriend completely off guard. She hadn’t even noticed he had come up behind him or moved from his seat.

“What’s your problem man? I don’t think this involves you at all.” The blonde guy shot him a glare before turning back to the black girl behind the counter and stepping closer. Dabi’s blue eyes seemed to hold small flames in them as his anger grew. A dark chuckle left his lips as he harshly brought his hand down onto the blonde shoulder, heating it up until the man’s jacket was practically smoking.

“That’s my girlfriend, man.” Dabi told the man mockingly, his voice low and his eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t mind you calling her pretty, because she’s gorgeous but if you disrespect her, then you’re gonna deal with me.”

“Ew you fucking creep. I’ll call the police.” He threatened after turning and seeing Dabi’s face. Dabi tilted his head to the side slightly, a slow smile growing on his face, though it seemed more eerie than anything.

“I’ll give you something to call them about.” Dabi threatened. “Now, why don’t you leave and if I see you around here again, I’ll burn your ass so bad you’ll be virtually unrecognizable.”

“Fuck all of you. This place is shit anyway and the bitch behind the counter looks like a fucking monkey.” The guy announced going to walk out of the bakery.

“Not acceptable. Apologize.” Dabi demanded, his hand going around the blonde’s neck as he heated his hand up, making sure it would leave a burn.

“Sorry.” The guy cried out, Dabi rolling his eyes before shoving him towards the door, a scoff leaving his lips as the guy tripped on the way out.

“You know you’re gorgeous right?” Dabi questioned as (y/n)’s best friend and coworker told her to go home after that incident. Dabi grabbed (y/n)’s hand, waving back at her coworker before the couple walked towards their apartment, (y/n) excited to dye Dabi’s hair.

Tags:

#bnha x poc!reader #requested #katsukisblackteddy #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x black!reader #ewww men are so trashy sometimes 🤢#pls stop fetishizing black women and girls #it’s not cute #bnha x reader

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 3 years

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Hey there! ^^ Can I please get a (suitors of your choice cuz I can't decide) with an MC who can turn anything into a song? Like the lyrics and beat automatically come into her mind? Thank you!!! :)

-Venus

When did this get here? Like i don't even know. I am now convinced i live in like a timeloop. Anywho. It was a nive surprise don't get me wrong. I just feel bad now for not noticing. I also saw you sent in a match-up? Idk let me know if I'm wrong or right. Now on to the hcs.

Warnings: None; not proof read

Note: if you like this please, heart or reblog it, it really helps my work do better so thank you if you do any of those

Ikevamp suitors x reader who turns everything into a song

Leonardo

Oh boy

You have unleashed the curios Leo and now you can't leve his grasp

He heard when you where joking around with Dazai

He said spme stupid pun and you sang your answer back to him

Leo was like:????👀🤭😎

Watzed over the you like:

" Wow Cara mia. Care to tell me where you learned that?"

Bombards you with questions

Now he always stays within earshot of you just so he can hear you sing

Arthur

Ok so when he hears you drumming and humming to yourself in the bathroom while you where putting away some towels

Hahaha!

Piece of teasing shit Arthur: activate.

Walks up to you when you start putting away your hairbrush

" My my, luv, didn't know you could make such pretty noises" 😎😎😎

Bad idea

You whacked him with the brush

" Oh, bloody hell, what was that for!"

But he can't help but laugh

Your to cute

Since that moment when he hers you singing he will join in

Will twirl you around and dance with you a little

Honestly just very cute

Mozart

This salty cracker

You little salty caramel ice-cream

I should stop comparing him to food, now I'm hungry

Anyway

He hears when he was walking back to your shared bedroom one night

He heard someone singing softly

As to not disturb he quietly opened the door and slipped in

He found you sitting on the window sill singing softly about the beautiful night sky and the soft wind that blew your words away, words that will never reach the ears of your lover

When you finished your bittersweet tune, Mozart clapped

He has never heard anything more beautiful

He pulles you into his arms and whispers

"Y/n you managed to surprise me every time. Once again you have me falling. You have captured my heart with your gentle sides song. My muse, will you sing for me again?"

He places a soft kiss to the tip of your nose and honestly, who are you to deny him

From then on Mozart always listenes to you sing

And sometimes, he even accompanies you with the piano

Sebastian

He was just trying to clean the library And the Arthur, Dazai and Isaac happened

They matched in and made a mess of everything

And they are so loud

Sebastian could not take it

He vowed to serve le Comte and the residents but he was at the end of his line for that day

He left the library saying he was going to give them privacy and went to the kitchen

When he entered he saw you tapping some spoons and singing a melody

"I met a boy from different time-line

He promised to give me a life time

Of love, oh oh

Of love

He works all day, what a busy man

He takes care of the house so I understand

Be he promised to give me a life time

Of love

And he does, yes he does

Yes he moves mountains for me

And he does, yes he does

I want to stay right here with thee"

Surprised pikachu face

He just walks up to you and gives you a hug

You are a bit startled but relaxed quickly

"Thank you, love. You always give me strength to continue"

"Now now Seb, don't you get all sappy on me"

"You really know how to ruin the mood"

You both laughed and he kissed you qently

Since that day, you guys always dance around the kitchen together while you sing.

William

He heard you when you where singing to Puck

He had previously told you that he had to got to the theater for a while

And now you where singing a sad song about how much you missed him

It wasn't an actual song it was just vers after vers after vers

You poured all the longing into it

He stood there and smiled to himself

His little bunny

"Such an enchanting voice"

You whipped around not expecting him to be there

He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you

"If 't be true thee did miss me so much, thee couldst has't toldeth me. But w'rry not by quaint bunny, i shall giveth thee all the loveth thee singeth f'r."

(If you missed me so much, you could have told me. But don't worry by pretty bunny, I will give you all the love you sing for.) (hopefully it is correct)

Anyway he made sure to give you the attention you wated

Aka

Cuddles!

Yes cuddles, you nasty get your head out of the gutter

From then on he will always ask you to sing for him

Look what I orchestrated are you proud? I'm kidding, I hope you enjoy!

#ikemen vampire mozart #cybird ikemen #ikemen vampire arthur #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire sebastian #ikevamp sebastian #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikevamp shakespeare #ikemen vampire william #ikevamp william #ikevamp mozart #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp x reader #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikevamp headcanons #ikemen vampire hcs #ikemen vampire

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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ALEC WEEK - PARABATAI DAY

“I made eggs!”

Alec looked up to see Jace standing in front of the stove, making sandwiches with eggs and ham.

He didn’t even know they had ham. But that’s mostly because he avoided the kitchen like the plague, thanks to Isabelle.

“You look tired,” Jace pointed out.

For a 13-year-old, he was annoyingly perceptive.

“Didn’t sleep well,” Alec yawned as he sat down on the counter.

“Nightmares?” Jace asked, suddenly looking concerned.

Alec didn’t have nightmares. But it made him sad to wonder why it had been Jace’s first thought.

Did Jace have nightmares? What were they about? What did he do when he had them? How did he cope?

See! This is exactly the kind of stuff parabatai should know about each other!

“Listen,” Alec said. “I want to talk to you about something.”

“What’s up?” Jace asked, now focused on frying the bacon.

“It’s about what you said last night,” Alec said carefully.

“Oh,” Jace looked pleased. “Well, I’m glad you want to talk more about it. Did you know more than 30 different waterfowl species live in New York? We are practically living in a hell dimension!”

“Uh,” Alec said. “It’s not about the ducks.”

“Huh,” Jace looked disappointed. “What is it about then?”

“Do you not remember what you asked me last night?” Alec asked, suddenly worried.

Was it a joke? Or maybe Jace didn’t really mean it? Has Alec been overthinking this whole thing?

“Are you talking about the parabatai thing?” Jace inquired.

Alec nodded.

“What about it?” Jace asked and suddenly his eyes sparkled. “Ohhh do you wanna discuss where we should get our parabatai runes?”

“Actually,” Alec said. “I’ve been thinking it over.”

“Why?” Jace’s eyes narrowed. “You agreed last night.”

“I know,” Alec looked away.

“Alec,” Jace almost whispered. “Do you not…Do you not want to be my parabatai?”

“It’s just that...I don’t w-”

“I get it,” Jace interrupted and flopped an omelet on Alec’s plate. “You changed your mind. That’s okay.”

“Jace, I just-”

“It’s fine!” Jace shrugged and turned around.

Alec saw him gripping the frying pan a little too tightly. He wasn’t wearing any mittens.

“You’ll hurt yourself!” Alec rushed to him.

Jace removed his hand and it looked red – but it wasn’t burnt.

Alec quickly removed his stele from his pocket and drew an iratze on Jace’s hand.

“There,” he said.

That seemed easy. The need to protect Jace was...almost instinctual. And there weren't even parabatai yet.

Everyone made it sound like it was a big deal. But it seemed so simple to Alec.

“Why do you not want to be my parabatai?” Jace demanded suddenly.

“I…” Alec faltered. “People…People might talk.”

What if they saw him watching Jace train? What if they saw Alec stealing glances? What if they punished Alec? Or worse, what if they punish Jace?

If someone ever found out about Alec…About he was and who he liked…They might start spreading nasty rumors about the two of them.

Alec had seen it happen before. He didn’t want it to happen to them. He felt like his family has been through enough.

Being Alec’s parabatai seemed like an unnecessary baggage. Jace had enough baggage.

“Oh,” Jace said. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” Alec said, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s-It’s okay,” Jace replied. “I understand.”

“You do?” Alec asked, his stomach clenching.

Did he? Did he know?

“Of course people would talk,” Jace said. “Why would you want to be the parabatai of someone damaged like me?”

“What?” Alec blinked.

“I watched my own father die,” Jace said quietly. “I never knew my mom. I didn’t have any friends until I came here. I’m a weirdo. People might say things about you if chose to be my parabatai.”

“People are stupid,” Alec said without hesitation. “You’re not damaged.”

Jace was quiet. It was a little unsettling.

“I mean sure you’re a little weird,” Alec chuckled. “You do talk awful lot about ducks and-”

“They are a real threat!” Jace argued.

“I’m serious,” Alec said. “Yeah, you’ve been through a lot. Maybe that’s exactly why you need a parabatai. So, you’ll have someone to take care of you.”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” Jace almost snapped, but his tone came out petulant and worried.

Like it should be.

There. There he was.

“Your bacon is burning,” Alec pointed out with a grin.

Jace muttered a curse and turned the stove off.

“See,” Alec pointed out. “I told you.”

“Sure, that’s why I need a parabatai,” Jace rolled his golden eyes. “To save my bacon.”

“And to save you from other stuff,” Alec pointed out gently.

“I don’t need to be saved,” Jace crossed his arms adamantly.

“Then why do you want a parabatai?” Alec asked.

Jace looked surprised. As if he hadn’t expected anyone to ask him that.

“I don’t know,” Jace said.

“Well, if you don’t know why then maybe you shouldn’t have one,” Alec said.

“Why do you want one?” Jace demanded.

Alec thought for a while.

Not about why he wanted one. He knew why he did.

Alec knew his future. He knew what awaited him. He might never find love. He might never get married.

But a parabatai… he still had a chance. He still had a shot at forming a bond that might last forever. He still had a chance to experience some kind of love, even if it was only from his parabatai.

But he couldn’t tell Jace that of course.

“It’s nice to be chosen,” Alec said, which wasn’t completely untrue.

Jace frowned.

Alec waited. Patiently.

If he was going to be Jace’s parabatai, he felt like he had to get used to it.

“The Codex said parabatai bonds are eternal,” Jace said quietly. “I want a bond like that. People keep leaving me. I want someone who will stay.”

Alec’s heart broke. He had thought that he was the only teenager with insecurities. But apparently, he was wrong. It made him worry about Jace – who seemed fragile underneath all the confidence. He wondered if Izzy was like that too.

He had thought of Jace as the sun. Bright and beautiful and always shining.

But Alec had forgotten that while it was rare, solar eclipses still did exist. Sometimes even the sun got blocked out too.

“Hey,” he said gently. “Hey.”

Jace looked up reluctantly.

“Entreat me not to leave thee,” Alec smiled.

Jace blinked.

“Entreat me not to leave thee,” Alec repeated.

“Don’t leave me,” Jace said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Okay,” Alec smiled.

Jace pulled him into a hug, burnt bacon and breakfast all forgotten.

“But what about you?” Jace asked, pulling back suddenly. “You said people will talk. What did you mean?”

Alec hesitated.

He could tell Jace. After all, he was his parabatai. Or he was going to be.

Alec didn’t understand the point of having a parabatai if you couldn’t be honest with them.

But his need to hide was more persistant than his need to be honest.

He could tell Jace. But what if Jace was disgusted?

Worse, what if Jace stopped talking to him.

Imagine being promised that they will love you for the rest of your life and then one day they suddenly abandon you? Just liked that? Because you wanted to be honest? You wanted to be free?

Alec couldn’t think of anything worse than that. He hoped it would never happen to any parabatai ever.

“Just stuff,” Alec said instead. “People might say you’re better than me.”

It wasn’t completely untrue either.

“People are stupid,” Jace repeated Alec’s own words. “Besides, I wouldn’t have asked you to be my parabatai if I didn’t think you were amazing.”

“You think I’m amazing?” Alec asked, surprised.

“And then some,” Jace grinned.

Alec grinned back.

“The bond is between you and me,” Jace said. “Let’s not let anyone get in between, okay?”

“Okay,” Alec promised. “No other people.”

“Or ducks,” Jace added.

“Or ducks,” Alec giggled.

“Are you okay now?” Jace asked.

“Yeah,” Alec nodded. “Sorry about all the drama. I talked to Izzy last night and she wasn’t very helpful.”

Jace laughed. “Izzy doesn’t believe in parabatai bonds. She is the last person you should have talked to!”

“I know that now,” Alec rolled his eyes.

Jace put the pan back on the stove. “What did she say?”

Alec hesitated, but decided to be honest. He had to start somewhere, right? “She said parabatai bonds are gay.”

Jace laughed harder.

Alec didn’t know Jace knew that word. Or Izzy.

It was like curse words. No one said it in front of children but the kids seemed to know it anyway. Alec didn’t see the point in not using them.

“Yeah, she went on about how they are too intense and soulmate-y nd weird and gay,” Alec said, laughing nervously.

“Izzy is hilarious,” Jace said simply.

“You know,” Alec tried to sound nonchalant. “Other people might say it too. Say it’s gay.”

“So what??” Jace asked munching on bacon. “Maybe all good things are a little gay.”

Alec laughed then. And he knew he wouldn’t stop – not as long as Jace was there by his side.

This one is for @beclynn-herondale - happiest of birthdays to this beautiful, fierce and talented *insert a vegetable of choice*

#alec lightwood #jace herondale #parabatai #alec week #malec month #tsc #dani writes stuff

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miiracleangel · 3 years

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Shake ass pt. 2

~Karasuno 2nd and 3rd year edition~

~Karasuno 1st years ➪ Nekoma Edition~

Tanaka, Nishinoya, Daichi, Sugawara and Jesu- i mean Asahi

i need to restrain myself from calling nishinoya nishinolla and sugawara sugarilla bcs of tiktok

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Tanaka

oh this bitch wouldn’t even hesitate

“if i have to, then you have to as well” he says laid back against your couch, arm around your shoulder. smooth boi vibes

“why do I have to do it?” you question him, looking at him sideways.

“BECAUSE WHAT IF YOURE THE ONE CHEATING AND YOURE TRYING TO DISTRACT ME” he screams, jumping up and down on your couch.

“okok OKAY you animal i’ll do it” you say. This was meant to prank your boyfriend never did you think he would turn the tables on you and make you shake ass.

He gets up from the couch, he looks at you, confusion written on his face. “what bitch” you giggled at him earning a smile from him. “where’s my dance music you pain in the ass? You’re making me do this and i have to do this right”

“you wanted to do this ryu-“ “ that’s not the point where’s my music, gimmie some ppcocaine”

you nose scrunch “dawg shes trash” you tell him. “dawg you want some ass or not” he says back shrugging his shoulders up.

he’s right..so you sigh at his antics and put on a song and the moment he feels the beat..his megan knees activate.

he takes off his shirt throwing it to the side and genuinely shakes ass perfectly like hes born to do it. no movement just straight ass.

you drop your jaw “how ho-“ he shushes you with a kiss to your nose.

pulls you from your sitting position and brings your ass to his crouch, your back against his chest. Hands on your hips and bends you forward.

he bends down, lips to your ear. “shake some ass for me” he whispers.

Nishinoya

NISHINOLLAAA

You’re laying in your boyfriends bed scrolling through tiktok until you come across a video of a woman.

“if he doesn’t send you a video of him shaking his ass he’s cheating on you” and the video cuts off to her husband throwing it back to prove his innocence. which gave you a beautiful idea.

“YUUUUUU” you scream jumping off his bed to run across his house. “Y/NNNNNNNN” he screams from the kitchen running back to you until you meet in the hallway.

“oh hey what’s up” he says casually. you laugh at his antics.

“are you cheating on me?” you ask with a smol pout.

he looks at you with pure shock “wha- what never baby why would you ever think that? i wub you” you says pouting back at you, kissing your pouty lips.

“can you prove it” you ask, still “pouting”

“I’ll do anything baby cakes just tell me what i have to do” he says determined to make his baby smile again.

you erase your pout and hit him with the straightest face hes ever seen “throw it back for me then.”

“throw what back?” he asks confused

“....twerk for me small fry” “OHHH” he yells “don’t call me small fry i’m big where it matters”

“yes your heart” you kiss him. “i was actually gonna say my di-“ you interrupt him with a kiss “just shake your ass if you’re not cheating”

“NO PROBLEM” he says as he jumps, spread his legs apart, hands on his hips and starts hardcore twerking terribly.

he gets back up with a jump “was that good” he says panting with a smile on his face.

you smile back “yes my love” you share a kiss before he lands a hard smack on your ass.

“YOURE TURN”

Daichi

y’all see his ass in that gif? immaculate

“Ready to go Darling?” you hear your boyfriend ask behind you as your turn around and nod your head.

He takes your hand and you both walk hand in hand back to his place from school.

“Thanks for waiting until after practice you didn’t have to” he says kissing your hand.

“It’s fine i finished my homework in the library” you say leaning your head on him. Until an idea came into your head of a tiktok you saw while waiting for your sweet boyfriend.

“Daichi”

“y/n my love”

“You love me right?”

“Last time I checked yes, why?”

“If you love me and never cheated on me, you have to prove it” you say stopping to look at him in the face to show you mean business.

“Okay aaand how do I do that?” he says laughing stopping to stare back at you.

“You have to shake your ass fo-“

He turns around to rub and shake his ass on your side and turns to face you.

you stare at him with wide eyes as he laughs at your cute expression and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“You sent me the tiktok earlier but nice try my love” he says grabbing your hand and giving you a soft kiss to your lips.

You stand there in awe like

this mf doesn’t miss

not once

“When we get home maybe i’ll give you more of a show” he says pulling you along to his house.

Sugawara

widdle suga plum

“So let me make sure i’m hearing correctly”

“Okay”

“You want ME”

“Yes”

“To shake MY ASS”

“Yes”

“To prove to you i’m not cheating”

“correct “

Sugawara just stares at you, looks around for any hidden cameras in your kitchen, and then back at you. “You’re joking”

“No Koshi i’m not i’m genuinely concerned and I need this” you say bitting your lip to bite off a smile.

“but the cookies” he starts moving his hand to point at the cookies in the oven that you both were making.

“the cookies can wait this is important Koshi” you start to pout, “pwease” you give him his one weakness: the puppy eyes.

he groans. “After this you better eat my ass” you laugh at your boyfriends remark and play a random song off your phone waiting for him to bend it over and bounce that ass back when-

“KOSHI WHY ARE YOU GETTING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER?!”

He screams back “YOU WANTED SOME ASS IM GONNA PUT ON A SHOW”

he starts very dramatic movements of his hips. You’re pretty sure Meg Thee Stallion would be appalled at the sight but you laugh until-

the Mf slips on some discarded cookie dough and falls off the counter.

“OH MY GOD KOSHI” you scream running to his side after turning off the music.

“i’m fine i’m fine” he says in a laugh.

you sigh at the relief. “I wish i had that on video” you whine into his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head. “Me too” he laughs.

“so you gonna eat my ass now?”

Asahi

As soon as you brought it up his face was just like the one in the gif.

“Shake my ass?” he says nervously

“Yes baby to prove your undying love to me “

“Are you gonna give me a little show to show YOURE undying love to ME?” he asks.

“this isn’t about me Asahi it’s about you and your ass”

Hes at practice, currently in the club room alone and is staring at your cute face through the phone.

He nervously looks around “b- Baby idk maybe later when i’m alone or when we are together i ca-“

“So what i’m hearing IS you don’t love me and you’re cheating on me”

“WHA- no no baby no i- ugh fine” he sets up his camera on the locker in the club room and starts wiggling his ass at the phone until the rest of the team starts walking in”

“WHAT ARE Y-“ you hear Nishinoya until you see your boyfriends face and the call ends.

You’re dying in a fit of laughter at the fact your big scary boyfriend got caught and is in shambles until you hear a ding from your phone.

it’s Asahi

“They’re coming for me send help i’m dying”

then another ding comes from your phone.

It’s Sugawara

“Please tell me you screen recorded that”

Safe to say Asahi will never answer your facetime calls ever again.

#tanaka x reader #tanaka imagines #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya imagines #sugawara x reader #sugawara imagines #daichi x reader #daichi imagines #asahi x reader #asahi imagines #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader

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pinkhairedlily · 3 years

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Chapter 8 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

“Oh, hello there Sakura.”

She almost lost her balance when she saw her next customers. Standing beside Kakashi with her arm entangled in his was a brunette, a spitting image of Dr. Aki Nohara, a giveaway that this was her sister. Sakura’s surroundings dimmed out of focus, and her hearing became muffled as if she was submerged underwater.

“Couldn’t mistake that green eyes for anyone,” Kakashi continued. “I’ll have a caramel butterscotch with extra whipped cream – make it super heavy – and Rin –“

“That’s supposed to be my order, you dummy,” the woman replied beside him. He chuckled in fascination and tightened his hold on her arm. “Besides, you don’t like sweets.”

“You’re still on a specialized diet so allow me to eat and drink whatever you want while you stick with – “ Kakashi glanced at Sakura, and she immediately mustered a tight-lipped smile. “One iced americano in your smallest size please. Thanks, Sakura.”

She took in a deep breath, suddenly aware that she wasn’t able to acknowledge her teacher and his companion, but so many things have been running through her head – like how did he know it was her? Why was he with Rin? Did he propose already? She hasn’t even confessed yet.

Somehow, in the dragging silence in her ears, she heard Sasuke cleared his throat. That was enough to break her from the spell, and she put on her bravest mask. “Hi Kakashi-sensei. Nice of you to drop by! I’ll have your order ready in a jiffy.”

Kakashi turned around and waved lazily at Sasuke. “One of my students is here too. Are you on a red eye advance study?”

“Can’t sleep so might as well have caffeine.”

“You’re too young to have this energy.”

Rin jokingly slapped Kakashi on the arm. “You talk as if you’re old already.”

“But aren’t I?” The pair slowly drifted away to find a table, but Sakura noticed the flash of recognition when Rin took a long good look at Sasuke, but her friend stared at them like he was throwing sharp draggers.

“He looks happy,” Sakura noted as she fixed their drinks.

“I want your favorite coffee,” Sasuke quipped out of nowhere.

“There’s a thing called palpitations. It’s caramel macchiato.”

“Might do me some good while I wait for you to finish your shift.”

Sakura sighed, feeling the tiredness come upon her all of a sudden so she relented. “Just take it to-go. I want to get out of here.”

She quickly asked permission from the manager, saying she felt sick and fatigued, and with her clocking overtime in the past few weeks, her request was immediately approved without deductions. The mixed winter and spring air hit her lungs as soon as she stepped outside. Sasuke waited for her across the street, a gesture that implied she could go to him or separate ways right now. As she vied for time to decide, she took one last look through the window.

It was a foreign sight. She has never seen Kakashi’s attention torn apart from his books. Even if he was talking, there would be an open page on his side, stealing glances on passages when the conversations got boring, yet there he was, fully attuned to whatever Rin was saying with no book around him…like she was his favorite book and he enjoyed reading every letter of her.

And Sakura realized she could never be the story he would even want to pick up.

She felt the tears coming so she started her pace on the same road. Across from her, Sasuke got the signal and went the other way.

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The last term of their second year came like a bazooka. Sakura threw herself on her pet project as a sort of coping mechanism. The announcement was done during the general assembly which did not generate the intended buzz or reaction. After all, it was a tricky topic to handle and many facets of which were still stigmatized when talked openly in public. Naruto, ever the people magnet, broke the agitated atmosphere in the auditorium with a slow clap and was soon joined by many others.

The council created a Google form which allowed students to anonymously register, and they get assigned a schedule on the day their contracted psychiatrist comes to visit. All they had to do was provide their designated client number. The council further complemented this with short programs that serve as mental health breaks for the student body. Sometimes, this would be as light as a block screening of a coming-of-age film or heavy like a conference with faculty and teachers and questions and concerns are remotely flashed.

Then came Valentines’ Day, and the council organized this some kind of literary showcase that presented the opportunity to mingle woes of personal sadness and griefs with confessions that would have been left unsaid. Naruto and Sasuke both helped in constructing the makeshift stage in the middle of the soccer field that would be used later that afternoon.

“Cookie points for my crush,” Naruto grinned as he hammered away. “Thanks for picking the poem I will be reciting tonight, grumpy. Didn’t know you were into literature.” He jokingly elbowed the raven-haired beside him, and he got a death glare in return.

“Do it properly. Look at that nail sticking out like your porcupine hair,” Sasuke grumbled. “And yes, I’m not as uncultured as you are.”

“But I still don’t understand it though.”

“Ugh, just use the internet to search its meaning, idiot.”

“Meanie!”

A fellow runner peeked into their work area and knocked on wood. “Hey Uchiha. Some girl is looking for you.” Her face expressed grimace, having done this for more than five times already within the span of an hour. If it wasn’t Sasuke, it was one of Naruto’s fan girls or boys.

Sasuke went to her and fumbled around for cash in his pocket. “Next time someone looks for us, tell them we went home for the day. Here’s money for your date later. If you have anyway.”

“Whatever grumpy.” The runner replied, still half-angry, half-frustrated, but she took the money all the same and told the girls that ‘They told me to tell you they went home for the day so shoo shoo.’

Naruto laughed at Sasuke’s successful attempt at bribery. “Look at that rich money. I wonder whether Sakura will give us chocolates.”

“Have you seen their office?” Sasuke flipped open the curtains that will be hang as backdrop. “Their desk is filled with chocolates from her admirers – platonically, romantically, whatever. Some people from other schools dropped by too. You got serious competition.”

Naruto chuckled nervously. “As if I do not know that already. Haven’t you told me before- she likes everyone and everyone likes her.”

Not really true at all now, Sasuke thought to himself. But ignorance is bliss, Naruto.

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The three sat on the grass beside the stage, having full view of the student body listening to the reciters. Throughout the program, Sakura went through each package given to her, visibly stressed with evident signs of sleepless nights under her eyes.

“Before I forget, happy Valentine’s day you two. My council-mates told me you didn’t get any chocolates,” Sakura gave each of them a pouch of small chocolate bars. Sasuke didn’t have to guess if it was store-bought or homemade based on the cuts on her fingers.

“Sakura, stop eating. I almost gagged at the seventh chocolate,” Naruto complained. He tried to get the basket of sweets from her, but she just moved it away from his reach.

“Everything tastes bitter,” she muttered under her breath. “I need sugar. My energy can’t keep up with the countless interviews. I understand that the school board liked the exposure, but the burden falls on me. At least have a teacher back me up?”

“Heard Kakashi-sensei volunteered to accompany you in interviews?” Sasuke was too late in shutting Naruto up, but the most that question got out of Sakura was an eyebrow raise.

“I need more sweets.” She proceeded to jam the rest of the Hershey’s kisses in her mouth.

“Okay, we have a submission from Uzumaki Naruto,” the announcer said. “Shout out to our rookie MVP!” A round of applause. “And who might be the recipient of this poem? We heard through the grapevine that he hid from his admirers all day. I know several people are waiting to confess to him!”

Sasuke instructed him earlier to send the poem anonymously and address it to Sakura, but the dumbass blonde mistakenly exchanged it. He rubbed his forehead in annoyance, but he can’t bring it up right now.

“Just read the poem!” Naruto shouted on the side, clearly embarrassed now. Sakura looked up at him, genuinely curious now, and her sticky chocolate-filled mouth was on the edge of firing him questions.

“Sasuke and I sent in poems! Just to support your program, nothing really too deep into it ehe.” Naruto glanced at Sasuke with slightly widened eyes. “Right, Sasuke?”

“Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare,” the person started.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

Sakura slapped Naruto on the arm. “Didn’t know you read Shakespeare! What a romantic!”

“Isn’t it a tragedy?” Sasuke remarked, a look of disgust in his face when Sakura mindlessly offered him a toblerone. “No sweets for me.”

Sakura guffawed at Sasuke’s remark, and her laughing was a rare sight recently. She was in too deep in her student council functions that they barely see her. And when they did, she’d be a little bit closer to fatigue.

“What’s funny? Who’s Shakespeare? Let me in on the joke!”

“Let’s call on Kakashi-sensei, our very own student council advisor and youngest teacher in the university. He’ll be reciting a poem by Pablo Neruda. A man of culture, we see,” the emcee announced.

Sakura stopped laughing as soon as she heard his name. If Sasuke could glean into her thoughts, she’s probably making up excuses to escape right now.

Kakashi stood in the middle of the stage, holding an open book. “Let me just ramble on here for a bit. Neruda is a Chilean poet and a politician, but just as much as he is a revolutionary, he is a romantic and a worshipper of ideals and ordinary things. He often compared his muses to earth and nature – basic providers of our existence. It’s interesting to see. Now, this poem is what I would have wanted to say to someone who is fundamentally part of my existence, but she won’t listen to me.” Kakashi smiled even more at the onset of outburst of giggles from the students. “So you’re gonna be the audience whether you want it or not.”

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

A thundering applause followed Kakashi’s poem and random shouts of, “Drop her name sensei!” “Good luck to your love life!” “Happy for you, sensei!”

As the lights went out on the stage, Sakura fished another pouch from her vest pocket, and Sasuke knew at once that it was Kakashi’s. She popped a bar into her mouth, staring blankly ahead.

“God, it’s so bitter.” Her lips started to quiver, and she started to cry.

Naruto threw a worried glance at Sasuke, but his expression must have given something away because the blonde didn’t prod, and he looked as if all the puzzles fell into place.

Sasuke just didn’t expect to be confronted about it as soon as the program finished. He was carrying blocks of wood to the shed when Naruto dropped the question – a question he already knew the answer to.

“You like Sakura.”

Sasuke inhaled sharply and halted his steps. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stacked the wood against each other and turned to face the blonde. “Besides, shouldn’t you be worrying about exams?”

“What exams? We’re exempted from it,” Naruto bristled.

Sasuke smirked. “No, you’re not. You didn’t qualify for finals.”

“Oh shit.”

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“What do we get in return?” Sakura asked as she munched on her bento box. Shouts of the practicing dragonboat team filtered through their space.

“But last time you volunteered!” Naruto said.

“We’re friends so my services don’t come free anymore,” she chided back.

Naruto glared at Sasuke. “If she’s not gonna do it, you’re gonna do it.”

Sasuke nonchalantly shook his head as he skimmed through Naruto’s notes. “What she said.” They weren’t notes per se, but doodles of Sasuke and Sakura and interestingly, projections of different batting stances. “I’m also not gonna forgive you with the duck butt hair.”

“But you have a duck butt hair!” Naruto crossed his arms and huffed menacingly. “Ramen?”

“Same old, same old.” Sakura finished her lunch and started to sip her cranberry juice. “Give us something new.”

“Ramen and…..karaoke?”

Sakura brightened up at the prospect. “Deal.”

“At least add snacks to your place,” Sasuke interjected. “And not just ramen. Put some nuts or fruits in your fridge.”

Naruto grumbled but raised two thumbs up in defeat. “Deal.”

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Sasuke has thin patience when it came to teaching Naruto, Sakura observed. She didn’t know how these two managed to do the supplementary math lessons when she wasn’t a part of their group yet. She didn’t mind teaching, but Naruto’s short attention span was a devil of its own. He would be attentive to her for 15 minutes and then drowse off so Sasuke and her agreed on non-negotiables.

“No ramen break for you if you don’t finish this set of problems,” Sakura told him.

“You’re demon spawns,” Naruto cried out in defiance.

“If you don’t get a passing score on this sample test, no kani toppings for you.” Sasuke raised the stakes.

“Demon spawns,” Naruto repeated.

“You won’t call us demon spawns if you see your name on the list of passers.” Sakura started the stopwatch on her phone. “Now go.”

This took her mind off things, from Kakashi’s public confession to the blank career form hidden within the pages of her history textbook. It was a good distraction until the penultimate exams day. Naruto came in with a bandana on his forehead with FIGHTING written in the middle of it. Sasuke, as usual, breezed through it, already finished by the thirty-minute mark.

And she? Well, she liked exams. The time limit and the pressure allowed her the reprieve to shut the rest of the world out so she relished answering each number until the bell rang. It was a moment where she can focus fully on the paper in front of her, the sound of her pen scribbling, and her mind working full force to cull out the answers in her memory. Her utmost concentration on questions suspended her own questions on her feelings for a teacher, on her parents’ divorce, on her future.

When the school plastered the results on the bulletin board, she couldn’t help but release a satisfied chuckle. She turned to Sasuke who was surprisingly stoic about the results. “First place! The bonus point really helped.”

“Why should I bother with a teacher’s middle name for the bonus question?” Sasuke grumbled back. “Congrats. Stop rubbing it in my face already.”

Naruto was too busy pointing his name on the board and bragging about it to the student body, most especially the freshies. When he found them on the back of the crowd, he rushed to them and placed his arms around their shoulders “Drinks on me!!!!!”

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“He really shouted drinks on me in the middle of the school, sauntered in here like he’s loaded, and ordered two pitchers of iced tea.” Sakura kept bringing this up since they entered the karaoke room ten minutes ago.

Naruto was preoccupied with inputting song numbers on the machine to respond to Sakura’s banters. “Technically, they’re still drinks!”

Sasuke was on the phone with the kitchen, and from what she could hear, he was ordering almost everything on the menu. When he sat down on the adjacent couch, Sakura leaned forward to him. “Are you gonna finish all of that?”

He jutted his index finger to Naruto. “No, but he will.”

The first notes of Michael Jackson’s Thriller wafted through the room, and the blonde made a quick impression of the artist’s famed moonwalk.

“Why are you opening with that?” Sakura cried out in amusement. “It’s not even Halloween!” Sasuke watched Naruto try to dance with a straight face, but she thought he was itching to face palm the whole time.

Naruto kept beckoning Sakura to join him in the middle of the room, but she was busy laughing at him and taking videos. “I’ll send these to Haru as a pick-me-up. I think this is the best remedy.”

Next was Sakura’s pick – Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle. She couldn’t contain her laughter in between verses when the two boys finally heard that she was tone deaf. Naruto joined her with the other mic, trying to drown out the off-key notes. By the bridge, Sasuke stood up with them, a glass of juice in his hand, and mouthed the words.

“You know this song!” Sakura said excitedly.

“I don’t live under a rock!” He yelled back amid the loud music.

“OOOH BABY DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT’S WORTH OOH HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH. THEY SAY IN HEAVEN, LOVE COMES FIRST. OOH HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH!”

“Okay who’s next?” she asked when the next number flashed on the screen. Sasuke silently took the mic from her and faced the monitor with a hand in his pants’ pocket.

Naruto gripped the mic harder when the song started. “I’ll be your second voice, grumpy!”

She immediately went to the front and started recording. “One for the road.”

“No videos, Haruno,” Sasuke warned.

“Come on, it’s my remembrance,” she whined. He wasn’t able to clap back when the lines started to move.

“Turn around…” Naruto sang.

“Every now and then, I get a little bit lonely and you’re never coming ‘round,” Sasuke’s baritone voice filled the room like an empty coliseum.

“The fuck. You can sing?” Sakura gasped out loud. “How can you have that voice and not sing - like you know, every day?!”’

Sasuke gestured her to stop as he belted, stoic-faced, through the chorus with Naruto singing like a slaughtered pig in the background. Sakura stopped recording and joined them for the rest of the song.

Two hours and three pitchers of orange juice later, they finally settled on the couch and munched on Naruto’s leftovers of fries, buttered chicken, nachos, and calamari. On the karaoke monitor was David Bowie singing Heroes.

“Can’t believe we’re already seniors two months from now.” He stared at the ceiling, his eyes following the tag game of disco lights. “Elections of officers will be tomorrow which means Captain Haru will be formerly stepping down.”

Sasuke reached out and shook his hand. “Good luck next captain.”

Naruto immediately pulled out from his grasp. “What do you mean next captain?”

Sakura chuckled and patted his back as assurance. “Everyone knows it’ll be you. Have you seen how your teammates look at you when you’re discussing strategies?”

In the dimness of the room, she saw the flush on Naruto’s cheeks, and she found it amusing how he cannot take compliments.

Naruto scratched the back of his head. “Well, everything is possible, right? That said, I still haven’t filled out my college form, but I’m really set on getting an athletic scholarship and eventually be part of the national team! How about you grumpy? Changed your mind yet?”

“About what?” Sakura glanced at the silent raven-haired guy beside her. To be able to see this much of him was a nice privilege.

“I’m moving away after high school.” Sasuke fiddled with his half-empty glass, his eyes trained on the slushing juice. “I already sent applications to some universities in Europe.”

“We also have good medicine programs here. I don’t get why you have to move away so far. I’m so bad with converting time zones.”

Sasuke scrunched his nose in annoyance. “Are you dumb? The schools you listed are also out of this district.”

She seemed to be moving farther and farther from their exchange. Like an outsider peeking in, she understood the frailty of the moments in front of her, and by the time the next two months set in, the stopwatch would have started running its last lap. The bonds she has made so serendipitously were in danger of being cut off by dreams. She breathed in, engulfing the noise and scent of this room, panning every color and shape assembled like supercut in her head, praying that someday if she would lose herself, she’d come back here right at this frozen memory and relive the wonderful indecisiveness of adolescence and the chance to say I don’t know without repercussions.

“Sakura to earth?” Naruto’s voice.

“Idiot. It’s earth to Sakura.” Sasuke’s voice.

She blinked fast, returning to the moment that wasn’t finished playing out yet. She quickly brushed her hands on her eyes as if something got into her eyes, hoping they don’t see the small droplets of tears that have formed. “Oh uh, I have a list of prospects, but I’m not quite sure what to take.” The form was still blank actually.

“That’s a usual problem of anyone who’s too good at everything,” Sasuke replied.

“Are you complimenting me?” I wish I was.

“Should I take it back?” He proceeded to gulp down the remnants of his glass.

The monitor suddenly turned off, indicating their time has run out. “Hey guys, for our last term, let’s make the most out of it, all right?” Naruto asked. “I’m so happy we became friends.”

“No hugging please,” Sasuke said, but it was too late. Naruto’s arms were too strong to pull away from so the two allowed him a few seconds of skinship.

Naruto’s words struck a chord in Sakura; it was a resolve she tried to form and disfigure for several months now. Before they could stand up to fix their things, Sakura blurted it out loud before her courage took the best of her.

“For our last term.” She flexed her fingers and curled them up against her palm, placing weight on her lap as she ground her fists onto it. “For our last term, I’m gonna confess to Kakashi.”

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Waiting Game

Word count: 1890

Request Summary:“The band meets a girl whos in a band like ghost and she fine as hell and shes super funny, chill, but also very confident and they all fall for her and compete for her affection. he thick asf like megan thee stallion😌 she got tan skin brown eyes and long black hair, long painted nails, she 5’8, and she wears alot of tight clothes or just stuff to show off her body”

A/N: I should be back on track with things and posting daily/ every other day. Requests are back up a little bit but I’m saying two weeks for a turn around and hopefully I can stick with that. Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @ayablackwood @agroupiewhore @littlemisscare-all @thenobodies-inc

It was a Wednesday night on the Sunset Strip. The four men walked into their favorite Strip Club, eyes searching for the band that they were going to meet before going on tour with. They had heard some of their music but wanted to make sure that even though they sounded good it would be a good fit on tour. It would be two months of being around them so they had decided that they’d go out and party with the newbies to see if they could match energies.

The band had gotten there early, wanting to enjoy some time in case they didn't match energies with the band. As they sat down they noticed a taller girl getting on stage, laughing as she talked to a group on the side of the stage. Music started to play that was almost upbeat rock and the girl held on the pole, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. The guys watched how her hands gripped the pole, her eyes scanning the crowd and smiling at the table of men.

“Holy Shit, she’s new.” Tommy said not being able to take his eyes off her. Her hands sliding up the pole as she rolled her hips. Bouncing her cheeks before turning so her back was against the pole and spinning around. She brought one leg up, wrapping around the metal, her leather tiny hot shorts seeming to raise even higher to give even more view of her cheeks.

“Give me money, Mick.” Vince held out his hand to the guitarist who was in charge of going to the bank earlier to get the ones. His eyes still on the girl who had her knee wrapped around the pole, her black hair sweeping down before she pulled her head up and spun around. She she was off the ground She wrapped her other leg around the pole twirling down, on the ground she extended a leg straight up running her fingers over the thickness of thigh.

Mick was handing out stacks of cash handing them to each of the guys who were leaning towards the stage, watching her stretch out, her hips rocking up and down , the crop top band shirt she was wearing rising to show the swell of her underboob as she made eye contact with Nikki, her tongue sticking out.

“Oh Fuck,” he hissed reaching out to tuck some cash into her leather shorts. He watched her wink , tossing her hair back, one long finger run down his cheek before she jumped up heading back to the pole.Holding the pole as she slowly twirled her body seductively around it. Her hand trailing over her stomach as she pressed her other hand above her head, her knees bending as she opened her legs dancing down in slow hip rolls.

“What is her name? We need her, oh my god,” Mick watched her drop into a split, bouncing up and down as the song came to a close. She had this smug look of satisfaction on her face as she stood up, grabbing someone's hand and stepping off the stage.

“DIBS!” Four voices all yelled out at once. The guys all looked at each other with this competitive glint in their eyes. They all wanted the stranger they had just met on stage. Before they could get a word in she was walking over to the table, four guys behind her.

“Hey. I thought you would be coming later tonight. I’m Ivy.” her easy smile threw them all off as she sat down. “I’m the singer from Blood Bank.” She slid between NIkki and Tommy as the rest of the band.

“So you’re going to be the singer in our opening band?” Mick was the first one to make an intelligent sentence and all the other looked on envious that he had done it. She nodded, eyes sweeping over everyone.

“And if you keep up the tips I’ll even dance after the shows for you.” Tommy choked on his beer, foam coming from his nose at her comment. The way she smiled from the side of her mouth at how flustered she had them didn’t go unnoticed by Nikki. He loved that she knew exactly what she was doing to them.

“After the shows there’s a lot of things we can do.” Vince gave her a suggestive look, watching as she leaned forward, closer to him. Drawing the blonde singer in closer to her, letting the cloak of her charms lay over them.

“Like what?” she picked up the mixed drink he was sipping on, letting the straw run over her full lips. His eyes were glued to her full lips thinking of all the places that he would like them to be pressed against. Vince let his mouth open and close a couple times before she sat back, pushing the straw aside and taking the drink like a shooter, “Captivating. Can’t wait for that.`` She was easy to joke with. Witty and quick. She fit in easily with them. Her eyes turned to Nikki expecting him to add to the conversation but he had two fingers in the air ordering another round of drinks for everyone.

A moment later a whiskey with ice was being pressed into her hands. Nikki’s fingers sliding over hers for a second longer than they should have. Both of them locked in a stare.

“Were you dancing to your song? I’m looking forward to hearing more of you on tour.” He asked, moving to pick up his own drink. Nikki was being as smooth as velvet, not letting himself stumble over words like his band mates.

“It wasn’t.” She looked at her band ages, rolling her eyes at the way the guys were all acting. This was pretty typical of what her life was like when she went out. She knew that they would all just be trying to get her attention for the next few months.

“You’re going to make her puke, Mick!” warned Tommy. Mick had challenged Ivy to a drinking contest on the tour bus, shot for shot they went of the clear liquid, letting it burn for a second before reaching for the next shot.

“Way to underestimate me, T-Bone.” she rolled her eyes slamming back the next shot, watching the way that Mick’s eyes were starting to close. “You better have a back up bottle so you can’t bitch out.” she warned. Mick glanced warily up, he wasn’t going to be able to play in a few hours if she kept it up.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I need my guitarist tonight. You’re going to have to call it a draw.” Nikki warned her. Her eyes rolled to look at him as she downed the last shot looking unbothered by the fact she had just shared a handle with Mick.

“I’m going to lay down.” Mick muttered, stumbling down to try to sleep off some of the drunkenness before they arrived in Denver for their show. Tommy bounced out of his seat, knowing Ivy was alone now from the attention of anyone else.

“Hey. we’re going to stop for gas soon. Do you want to jump on the back of my bike for the rest of the ride to the venue?” he asked. She had liked going on the bikes for a few hours in teh afternoon. Her skin is warm in the sunlight and hair in the wind. She’d often spend hours wrapped around Tommy between pit stops. She never got on the back of a bike with anyone else, much to their disappointment.

“NO, I think I’m going to end up in my bands bus. I should probably nap before the show.” her easy smile slipping out but Nikki could see she was thrown off kilter a little bit.

“Why don’t you go lay down in my bunk?” Nikki offered. He saw the hesitation in her eyes. She was friendly with everyone except him. She would drink with Mick, go on the bikes with Tommy, and do vocal warm ups well drinking tea with Vince. But Nikki had been almost an outsider. “I’m not going to offer to lay down with you.” he added, trying to make her more comfortable.

“What if I sleep better with someone?” her voice was like honey and he was the fly getting stuck in her trap, “Lead the way, Sixx.” standing up, he remembered she was just wearing a band shirt as a dress, her thick thighs looking like they should be wrapped around his waist. It was easy to fall into a fantasy about her because even when she wasn’t dolled up in her sheer outfits or tight stage costumes Ivy was drop dead gorgeous.

“I don’t sleep. So if you fall asleep I’ll probably just leave you.” he warned as he pulled the curtain open to the bunk. Ivy climbed in, her full booty showing as she climbed in. Nikki said a prayer to himself in hopes he could try and keep his hands to himself.

Ivy was making herself comfortable, pulling the blankets over her and laying down on his favorite pillow. The bassist was thinking about how his bunk was going to smell like her tonight. The scent of her perfume and shampoo was already filling the small space and he knew it would be stronger when he was lonely driving to the next town.

“You don’t like me.” her eyes were on him, like a cat watching him settle into bed. This threw him off but she was going to explain, “Everyone else in your band tries day in and day out to get close enough to me to sleep with me. I’m not an idiot.” she licked her lips and his eyes fixated on the movement of her tongue, “But you’re all one liners and ice cold coolness. I had to ask you into bed with me.” she pointed out.

“You’re drunk. I don’t want to get you in my bed when you’re drunk and need to sleep it off. I want to get you-” she didn't let him finish, her lips hitting his. Ivy slif under the covers closer to Nikki, her leg sliding up, until his hand hooked around her pulling her closer.

His mind was fireworks and not thinking correctly. He didn’t realize what was happening but he also knew that he didn’t want it to stop even though he had to stop it. She was sliding so that she was on top when he finally groaned, pulling away from her kiss. The way her eyes questioned him.

“Tonight. I just need you sober and know that you really want this.” Ivy rolled her eyes. He was the only one in the band that would stop and make sure she was fully able to consent to anything before going further. Nikki had this respect for her but he also had his own pride. He wanted to make sure that she wasn’t just kissing him because of the vodka but because she wanted to be doing it.

“OKay, Sixx. I’ll be back here tonight and you won’t be able to say no then.” she warned moving her head down to his chest. She might have not been able to go as far as she had wanted with him but Ivy was going to make him regret his decision of stopping her and Nikki knew it.

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ssa-babygirl · 4 years

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Out of My League [Part 4]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Single mom!Reader

Word count: ~3.2k

Summary: Why on Earth does everyone think you and Spencer are dating? That’s just ridiculous! Right?

Warning(s): the pining is strong with this one, alcohol consumption, i think there were like one or two swear words?? pretty tame

Author’s Note: OH MY GOD WE’RE BACK AGAIN!!!!! yeah it’s been WAyy too long I’m so sorry guys. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE!!! I’m almost done with the next part so the wait won’t be NEARLY as bad this time around. Ok love yall hope you like it!!!

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The play was a lovely way to spend your evening. You could hear Spencer beside you muttering the words along with the actors. The monologues were beautiful coming from the talent on stage, but it was nothing compared to your best friend’s whispers when he thought you couldn’t hear him. You looked straight ahead to the stage, fearing that he’d stop if you indicated that you were listening, but you still felt his eyes on you as he gently uttered, “I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, to die upon the hand I love so well.”

Hearing the words you had read and swooned over countless times before coming from Spencer’s soft voice made a shiver run down your spine.

Spencer Reid did not just give you chills, that did not just happen, you told yourself.

The chill that ran across your body contrasted nicely with heat in your face when you felt his gaze roll over your features. You didn’t always like the feeling when someone’s eyes were on you, but something about it being Spencer’s eyes felt… right. You weren’t uncomfortable, quite the opposite, actually. You found yourself being overjoyed in your seat, but you couldn’t tell yourself why.

Or at least you refused to.

When the show ended, Spencer led you out the door you entered from, and you left the library with a dopey smile on your face as you stepped into the chilly autumn night. The sun had gone down during the play and the streetlamps glowed white against the black sky.

“You hungry?” Spencer asked.

“Starving.”

“It’s a little late for dinner, you think we’ll find a place?”

“It’s only eight o’clock, there’s gotta be somewhere.”

“A McDonald’s maybe?”

You laughed harder than you normally would, but his smile when he made his joke pulled an airy giggle from your lungs that you had no control over.

You wandered for blocks, finding restaurants that were still busy with long waits. A cute ice cream shop caught both your eyes from across the street and you and Spencer thought the same exact thing.

Some things really didn’t change since you were kids.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Of course I am, Y/N, why are we still on this side of the street?”

You crossed the road together, way too excited for grown adults to be about having ice cream for dinner. There was a line, but it was only a few people long, so you decided to wait for this more than worth it opportunity. As you approached the store, a young family was leaving. The daughter, a young girl in a pink sweater, was so focused on her cake batter flavored cone, she didn’t realize she dropped her stuffed rabbit. Spencer nearly stepped on it, but he picked it up and called after the family. They didn’t hear him, so he went after them and tapped the father on the shoulder.

“Hi, sorry, I think she dropped this.”

“Oh my goodness, Lucy, you dropped your bunny!” The mother shrieked.

“Thank you so much, really,” said Lucy’s dad, “Say thank you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, sweetheart!” Lucy took the toy from Spencer and smiled.

About ten feet behind the scene, you were losing it. Spencer turned around after the family left and made a face while you laughed your ass off.

“That was the cutest thing I have ever seen!” You giggled as he held the door open for you, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Spencer cracked a smile and bit his lips, gaze dropping to the floor as he blushed.

Okay, maybe that was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

“I miss when Jamie was that little. He was so cute!”

“He’s still a cute kid!” The line moves forward, you’re next up.

“Well, yeah, of course, he is! But now he knows what words mean and that’s not as funny.”

“Children learn through imitation, so it makes sense he copied things you did and said because you're his mom, he looks up to you.”

“He looks up to you, too, you know.” The family in front of you got their ice cream and left, leaving you to order, “Can I get a sugar cone of cookies and cream?” The girl behind the counter nodded and scooped your ice cream. She then turned to a catatonic Spencer, who was staring at you, cheeks flushed and lips parted. He snapped out of it and ordered a cup of rocky road with extra marshmallow fluff on top.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked as you pulled out your credit card.

“Paying for our ice cream, what does it look like?”

“No, I’ll pay—” He reached for his pocket, but was too slow.

“Oops, too late,” you said, swiping your card and smirking. The girl behind the counter smiled and waved to you as you left.

“Did you mean that? Jamie looks up to me?”

You turned to look at Spencer, whose eyes were full of stars as he grinned back at you, “Yeah! Of course, he does!”

“Really?”

“Oh, don’t be so surprised, Spencer, you’re like his real-life superhero. You saved his life, genius, he wants to be just like you.”

“He wants to be a profiler?”

“Not necessarily. He thinks you’re a secret agent. Like a spy.”

Spencer chuckled, “And how do you feel about that?”

“Oh, it’s terrifying, I hate it.”

“Yep,” Spencer spooned some ice cream into his mouth, “That’s what I thought.”

“I mean, Jesus, Spence, I get retroactive heart attacks from all the shit you tell me about your cases, I don’t know if I want my kid getting into that. I’d worry even more than I already do.”

“You worry about me?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“You’re my best friend, genius! Of course, I worry about you!”

You finished your ice creams on the metro and walked home in comfortable silence. As you turned the corner onto your block, you grinned up at Spencer.

“Thanks for playing tour guide today. I had fun. Haven’t gone out with friends since I moved here.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t have any friends here to go out with.”

His eyebrows jumped as he sputtered out a sentence, “Oh. W-well why don’t you come out with the team and me sometime?”

“No, they’re your friends I wouldn’t wanna intrude—”

“You wouldn't be intruding, you're my friend too.”

“Spence—”

“One of my teammates is having a dinner party tomorrow night. He’s a great cook and would love to meet you.”

You dug around your bag for your keys, “I don’t know anyone else on the team!”

“You know JJ! And Derek, too. He’s been asking about you.” Spencer’s eyes dropped to his shoes again as your welcome mat became way more interesting than your face.

“Really?” He pursed his lips and nodded. You thought it over for a moment and decided, “Fine. Text me a time and address.”

His eyes snapped back to yours, “No, I-I’ll pick you up.”

“Woah woah woah, you’re gonna drive me around?” You laughed in disbelief, “Sorry, Doc, I know our whole dynamic has changed a bit ‘cuz we’re both grown-ups now, but I’m not sure either of us is quite ready for that.”

His smile finally flashed back across his face, “Come on, I owe you.”

“For what?”

“You bought the ice cream!” His voice was high pitched.

You matched his tone, “You took me to the Shakespeare library!”

“You took me to McDonald’s 106 times in high school! I’m sure the amount of money you spent on my food could buy the whole gift shop!”

Your jaw fell open, “You counted?”

“I can’t help it!”

You rolled your eyes, failing to fight back a grin, “Goodnight, genius.”

He bit his lips and smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You jam the key in your door and push it open, closing it with your body as you sigh, leaning your head back against it.

“That good, huh?” Said a voice from the living room, causing you to jump.

“Jesus, mom, what are you still doing up?” You sigh, clutching your chest.

“Well, I put Jamie to bed, I figured I’d wait up for you so I can hear about your date!”

“Wh- mom, what are you talking about?”

“With Spencer! How was your date?”

“That wasn’t a date!”

“Really? So you guys just walked around for hours in silence doing nothing?”

“We didn’t just walk around!”

“So what’d you guys do?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh my god, mom.”

“You’re not denying anything!”

“Mom!”

“You can tell me, it’s just us girls.”

“He took me to the Shakespeare Library! We got ice cream! That’s it! Nothing happened!”

“Shakespeare Library? Ice cream?” her eyebrows darted up so far it was almost like a cartoon character, “Toots, that’s not nothing!”

“It’s nothing. We just saw a play-”

“What play?”

“Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

Your mother closed her book and tossed it next to her on the couch. “Oh! You mean your favorite! Silly me for thinking this was a romantic outing!”

“It wasn’t!”

“Who paid for the ice cream?”

“I did.”

“Did he offer?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t let him.”

Your mother sighed, “You’re telling me it wasn’t a date, but all I’m hearing is that Spencer thought it was.”

“Then why didn’t he make a move?”

“So many reasons! He’s shy! He’s a gentleman! Maybe he thought you weren’t into him.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

Is everyone a profiler now? God!

“Mom, it’s getting late, I walked the length of the city today, I’m going to bed. You can stay over if you don’t wanna drive, but I’m getting some sleep.”

“Right, you need to be rested for tomorrow night. Got a dinner party to go to!”

“Were you listening?”

“The window was open just a crack, I may have heard some of the conversation.”

“Jesus…”

“What? You’re meeting his friends already, this is big.”

You groaned, dragging your feet up the stairs to your bedroom, changing out of your clothes, and hopping in the shower before cozying up for bed. Whether or not you wanted to admit your mom was right, you knew she was. And that terrified you.

(Spencer’s POV)

I rang the doorbell of her house at exactly 6:30, just like I said I would. Seconds later, the door swung open and revealed her smiling face shimmering with her makeup. I took in her outfit, a cute floral dress reaching the tops of her knees. I tried to make sure my eyes didn’t linger on the neckline for too long when I noticed a thin silver chain resting on her collarbone. A small heart-shaped pendant dangled from it.

“Wow.” Was all I could manage, “You look—”

“Totally overdressed, right? Cuz I can dress this down a bit, I just need to change the shoes and throw on a jacket. You know what? I have another dress upstairs I’ll just cha—”

“No, Y/N, you look…” Beautiful, enchanting, stunning, like the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, I thought about saying all of that, but instead, I just said, “Great.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I tried to say it as sincerely as possible, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yep!” She reached around the door to take a denim jacket from a hook on the wall, throwing it over her shoulders, “Lemme just get my purse—” she glanced around the room and cut herself off with a groan.

“What?”

“I left my bag in my room. Here, come inside, it’s chilly out.” She rushed down the hall to hurry up the stairs to what I’d assume was her bedroom. I stepped across the threshold and into the warm home. There was a faint glow of light from the kitchen, where a child’s laugh bubbled from the room. I followed the sound and found Jamie and Mrs. L/N sitting at the table doing a puzzle.

“Oh, hi, Spencer!” She called.

“Doctor Spencer!” Jamie jumped up from his seat and ran to me, wrapping his arms around my legs.

“Hey, little man!” I ruffled his hair and flashed a grin to Y/N’s mom.

I heard the tapping of shoes descending the stairs behind me, “Okay, got everything, you ready?”

I quickly turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice and saw her smiling at Jamie beside me.

“Goodnight, Jamie-baby, I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Have fun with grandma,” she cooed as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight!”

“Bye, buddy!”

“Bye, Doc!”

“Have fun you two, be safe!” Y/N’s mom grinned as she waved us away.

“Oh my god, mom, stop.”

“Okay! Goodnight, my loves!”

“Goodnight!”

Y/N marched out the door and followed the path down to the street, where my car was parked.

“Last chance, Doc, want me to drive instead?”

I passed her to open the passenger side door for her, “Not a chance, I promised.”

“What a gentleman! Now let’s see if we make it there in one piece first.”

The laugh I let out was half-mockery, half-nerves, as I was not the best driver. I had a Ph.D. in engineering and understood more about physics than most people, but that doesn’t mean I knew how to focus well enough to apply that knowledge. When it is literally impossible for me to forget that I have a 1 in 96 chance of dying in a car accident, my hypervigilance does more harm than good.

“So who am I meeting? Who’s on your team?”

My anxieties were somewhat quelled by the sound of her voice, allowing me to pull my thoughts away from the possibility of becoming one of the 20% of fatal car crashes that occur in intersections.

“Well, you already know JJ and Garcia. Hotch, my boss—”

“Tall, dark, handsome? Never smiles?”

I chuckled, “That’s the guy.”

“He seems fun at parties.”

“He’s actually not that bad. Just a bit too serious sometimes.”

“Okay, and who haven’t I met?”

“The host, David Rossi, Emily, you’ll love them.”

“Is Derek coming?”

IQ of 187 and I still don’t think anyone could have explained to me why that upset me as much as it did. It’s not like Y/N was my girlfriend or anything, she was allowed to want Derek, most girls did, so there was no reason for me to be jealous. She wasn’t mine to lose.

“Yeah. He’ll be there.”

We pulled up to Rossi’s mansion a few minutes later, after riding in semi-awkward silence. She waited for me next to her side of the car, not wanting to walk up to the door by herself. I reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder as I drew closer. She gave me a tight-lipped smile before dropping her eyes to the ground between us.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m nervous, what if they don’t like me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, what’s not to love?” I didn’t even realize how much I meant those words at the time, so I doubt she understood how serious I was, but her smile softened and her shoulders relaxed slightly under my touch. I led her up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. Shortly after, Garcia opened the door and beamed at the two of us.

“You’re here! Oh my goodness, so nice to see you again!” She pulled Y/N into a hug that she very quickly accepted.

“Hi, Penelope, good to see you too.” She pulled away and grinned at me, the worry mostly drained from her eyes now.

“Come here, boy genius, you get one too!” She wrapped her arms around my waist and my face found its place in her blonde curls. We all went inside and saw the whole team sitting around a coffee table with glasses of wine in their hands. JJ put her glass on the table and got up from her seat on the cushy leather couch to hug Y/N.

“You’re not one of mine, are you?” Rossi sipped his drink and eyed Y/N.

“Um, this is Y/N, my uh, my friend.” I stammered.

“Ah! You’re the doctor’s little lady friend I’ve heard so much about!” Rossi put his scotch down on the table and crossed the room to kiss her on both cheeks, “Lovely to meet you, bella, I’m—”

“David Rossi. Yes, Spencer’s told me about you. Nice to meet you,” she grinned, shaking his hand.

“Ah,” he scoffed, “call me Dave.”

“What? No fair!” Emily piped up, taking a big sip of wine, “You just met her and she gets ‘Dave’ privileges? I’ve worked with you for months!”

“Emily, look me in the eyes and try to call me Dave.” She looked at him and opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but she just took another sip while JJ and Morgan laughed at her.

Hotch flashed a rare smile to Y/N, “Good to see you again.”

“Yes! Glad it’s under better circumstances, Agent Hotchner.”

“Me too. And please,” he extended a hand to her, “call me Aaron.”

This time it was Morgan who spoke up, “No way! Only Rossi calls you by your first name!”

“And me,” Emily mumbled.

“And now Y/N, too.”

“I’m honored, Aaron.”

Looking at her face now all remaining anxiety had just about vanished. I told her she had nothing to worry about, and now she was finally listening to me. Rossi called us all to the kitchen where he told us to grab a plate so he could serve us before we sat down at the table. He gave us each a plate of his famous spaghetti carbonara before taking his seat at the head of the table. The team all chatted about their lives, as we ate. Hotch showed Y/N pictures of Jack on his phone, Emily probed JJ about Will, Morgan, and Rossi poked fun at me for bringing Y/N, but I just rolled my eyes and tried to ignore them. Plates were cleaned, stories were told, and wine bottles were emptied. Mostly by Emily and Y/N.

JJ was the one to try to cut them off, “Don’t you have to drive this one home?” She gestured to me.

She put her hands up defensively, “He picked me up.”

“Reid, you hate driving!” Garcia pointed out, prompting Morgan to spare a knowing glance to Rossi.

“You do?”

“I don’t hate it, I just prefer not to.” I was a profiler, but that didn’t mean I was a good liar.

“Spence, I offered to drive you.”

I shrugged, “I didn’t mind.”

Her eyes lingered on me for another moment before taking another sip of wine and resuming her conversation with Emily. I knew they’d get along. Towards the end of the night, Rossi proposed a toast.

“To familia.”

Y/N smiled, staying quiet.

“Oh, come on now, you too, bella.” He raised his glass to her and clinked the crystal, “You’re stuck with us now, get over it.”

“I’m not complaining, Dave.” Her words were to Rossi, but she never stopped looking at me. Probably just had a bit too much to drink.

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Business AU - Working Late, Part 2

Part 1 can be found here. Idk man, I’m enjoying this. I’m not going too overboard with descriptions and stuff, unless really necessary. It’s just a “feels good” kinda thing, you know 😂 ANYWAY, let’s get on with 👏

She thought she’d feel pressure by working with one of her bosses, but to be frank Donatello had this way of easing her into the work - it felt like a walk in the park. Conversations with him were always light and amicable, all while remaining professional. His insights about various projects and knowledge of certain employees proved to be quite useful, and soon enough Vee’s end of the month was a thing of the past - at least, until another rush. Just in time for this Friday night.

“Here’s the last file that was up for review,” came up Donatello’s voice as he dropped a light document on Vee’s desk.

“Peter’s file, correct?” asked Vee, still typing on her keyboard, not even lifting her eyes.

“Yeah, there wasn’t much to review, hence why his is quite small-ish. He’s doing good so far.”

... No answer. Vee was still typing, now in silence. The turtle frowned lightly, hunching over a little in order to look at her screen, leaving a hand on the desk for support.

“What’s so important that requires your undivided attention?”

The woman did a small jump, mostly dued to the other’s proximity.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m being so rude right now,” she blabbered, a faint blush coming to her cheeks. “I was just so focused on answering this email.”

“No worries,” smiled the mutant. “It wasn’t such a bad sight to see you this focused, anyway.”

“Oh please, sometimes I look like a dead fish or a deer facing headlights when I’m deep in thoughts.”

That brought a soft laughter from Donatello, trying not to bring too much attention on them from the other employees - although it was already too late by his sole presence in the room. Vee couldn’t help liking to see this side of him, showing that he could not only be a boss - he could be a friend. A complete snack of a friend though... Today he was wearing a black shirt, the sleeves, as usual for him, rolled to his elbows. He was also adorning a grey tie that matched his grey pants, a simple yet elegant combination for him. Meanwhile Vee felt a bit too casual for the workplace, but she knew she was staying true to herself in a reasonable fashion. A black turtleneck shirt, high-waisted jeans and black shoes. There were days she would dress a bit more formal, but in the end she mostly valued her comfort over fashion.

“How about we celebrate tonight? Since we finally got through your work.” he asked.

“Oh? Something in particular?”

“You, me,” he started, pointing to her than himself. “A bottle of wine and my drafting board.”

Vee almost choked for a moment, her thoughts turning wild and impure all of a sudden, but she was quick to save the situation:

“You’re quite eager to get back to your project,” she said, alluring to the Lowline structure.

“We made a deal, remember?” he smirked. “I help you, then you help me. Unless you’re chickening out?”

The woman didn’t break eye contact as she opened one of her desk’s drawers, revealing pencils, various rulers of many shapes and forms, and a compass.

“Joke’s on you, I’m already prepared.”

Both chuckled, trying to keep it down. In this comfort, Vee left a light touch on Donatello’s skin, one of his hands still down on her desk.

“I’ll be there,” she added with delight. “Don’t you worry.”

The turtle’s hand moved, shifting the woman’s touch to his palm, holding her ever so gently.

“Excellent.” His thumb brushed the top of her hand, pensive. “... You may get back to your emails now, miss Vee.”

As he left, Vee was trying so hard not to grin like a fool. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that some coworkers close by were glancing at her, the woman’s focus quickly shifting back to her computer, hoping she wasn’t looking too much like a blushing mess...

***

The place was empty, but the echo of laughters could be heard coming from a small room. It was no lie that the bottle of wine had been opened first, anecdotes of the day and week bringing amusement to their conversation. Vee was seated by the drafting board, pencil in hand as she tried to review Donatello’s lines. ... She had to admit that it was hard to focus and be steady at times.

“You see,” she started, first applying a tracing sheet over the actual plan. “It’s all about the flick of the wrist.” She held her pencil, carefully tracing lines in fluid circular motions. “Organic shapes have to be felt, not calculated... well, to a certain extent.”

“I can’t just wing it though,” pointed the turtle, next taking a sip of his drink as he was sitting close by. “How else could I provide exact measurements if I simply go with my feelings?”

He held up a free pencil with his other hand, faking a serious look as he held it in a comical ceremonious manner.

“Oh pencil, let me pour my emotions through thee, for I want to draw half-circles.”

“I’m trying to help you!” she laughed while playfully slapping one of his shoulders.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he chuckled in return. “I’m a man of logic, I can’t help it. Your speech would probably resonate better with my brother Mikey.”

Before Vee could protest, the mutant was up, freeing his hands and next standing behind the woman. She felt his hands travel along her arms, until close to her hands. He was trying to mimic her posture, the side of his face close to the top of her head - a smile felt in the air.

“I need to be taught by example. That way I can probably feel what you’re talking about.”

Gosh ... Vee sure hoped he wasn’t noticing her blush. She couldn’t explain it, but his touch right now felt a bit more different than earlier today. Still delicate, but much more intimate.... She started to draw, her voice quiet as she explained:

“You see, mister Donatello-”

“Please, you can call me Donnie. It’s not forbidden.”

She gulped.

“Feel the movement in my wrist,” continued the woman as she drew a circular line. “It’s best to feel relaxed and not be afraid to move your body.”

“I move my body pretty often, so at least that.”

Vee did not hesitate this time to look at him, a slight surprise in her eyes. Donnie showed clear amusement as he added:

“Trainings.”

Oof, she could breathe again. She tsked, then returning to her task, executing some more shapes until she proposed the pencil to the turtle.

“Here, try it out.”

He took it, not even prompting for them to switch places next. He prefered to stay behind Vee, practically nuzzling the top of her head so he could have a view as if sitting at her place. All Vee could feel was this strong shiver going along her spine, Donnie’s presence overwhelming her senses. She then saw him execute some strokes on the paper, copying her movements. She could see a clear improvement, his pace then slightly decreasing, observing his work. Putting the pencil aside, he couldn’t help getting a hold back of Vee’s hand, his thumb slowly grazing her skin.

“Impressive what an artist’s hand can do and teach...,” he said calmly.

And those hands could do so much more.... Vee tried to hush her thoughts, peacefully removing her hand from his hold.

“I should get going, it’s getting late...”

The dream seemed to fall, the mutant moving away. ... The room seemed so cold all of a sudden, Vee missing his proximity and heat.... He was still showing that soft smile though, offering his hand for her to grab and help her up.

“Understandable. If you want I could drop you to your place, or anywhere you want.”

The offer was so tempting...

“No thank you,” she replied, next grabbing her belongings.

She did pause for a moment, their gazes meeting.

“... This was nice,” added the woman. “I look forward to working with you more, ... Donnie.”

“Me as well, Vee.”

((Part 3))

#it's-a-moi #business au #part 3 coming soon at some point x'DD maybe tomorrow #I just love this fgdsbfsdbhfjsd #it's a fun way to spend my evenings :)#again - sorry if there's errors

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