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dilvuc · 4 months

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hi! Could I request Blade x male reader who is part of the stellaron hunters but has a similar personality to Jing yuan, like lazy as heck. Im think of a prompt where maybe the reader and blade are on a mission together and the reader has to get serious but ends up getting seriously injured and captured. And Blade rescues the reader and takes care of his injuries?(I’m sorry if this isnt a lot of detail im not good at explaining things ;; if you need more details let me know! Just call me Squishy Anon!! <3)

❝RECKLESSNESS❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst/fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: recklessness

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: blade x m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: short

you rest in on the beanbag, lazily sleep peacefully until someone rudely kicks your beanbag, knocking you off. you grunted, rubbing your head, “Why?!”

“We have a mission…” blade told you. you grunted and leaned off your beanbag, “At least be gentle next time…”

“If your ass isn't so lazy. Get serious.” the dark raven haired male ordered you. you huffed and put up your serious expression. surely the mission will end swiftly, right?

wrong…

✎

you got caught up in a trap, causing yourself to get injured. this was enough for the cloud knights to capture you before blade could bail you out. blade doesn't even know what he's gonna do with you, so it’s up to him to rescue you.

you are seated alone in a shackling prison, awaiting for blade to arrive. you just know that blade is worrying about you, but won't admit it.

“Took you long enough~” you smirked, ignoring the pain in your body. blade scoffed and removed the cuffs off your wrists, “Don't think I'm doing this for you.”

“If it isn't for me, then why did you come for me?” you teased as blade wrapped your arm around his shoulder and helped you on your feet.

“Do you want me to leave you?” the dark raven haired male growled.

✎

“...Why did I agree to this?” blade huffed while wrapping the bandage around your arm. kafka chuckled with her hand clasp over her lips, “You agreed to this, bladie. isn't he your boyfriend?”

“And we're partners, aren't we—ow.” you hissed when the male tightening the bandage around your arm. “Why?!”

“He's not my boyfriend nor are we partners. Just co-workers.” the dark raven haired male clarified, causing you to sulk. you booed at him, “Boo~ You're no fun.”

the woman giggled and walked toward the door to leave you two alone, “I'll leave you two to have fun.”

blade just scowls and continues to patch you up. he really doesn't like you, does he? blade always been so cruel and yet he's always partnering up with you without any complaints. you tried asking him if he wanted someone to take his place, but he denied and rudely agreed to stay as your partner. you decide to test the theory.

“...If you don't want to patch me up, then at least let Silver Wolf or Kafka do it—” blade cut you off and said, “I got it. You don't need anyone to patch you up.”

“Geez. You really want to take care of me so badly that you love me?” you teased, causing blade to flinch a little before focusing back on patching you up. you jumped when he tightened the bandage again. “Ow~”

blade glared, “Keep your mouth or I'll cut your lips open.”

“You're so mean…” you sweatdropped.

though you had not realized, the dark raven haired male was hiding his blush from your sight. he just wasn't prepared to let you know his feelings yet.

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

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mayuichi · 5 months

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“Darling, I'm home.„

Kazuha Kaedehara x Reader. Warnings: somehow angst, mention of self harm and suicide

Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll post more fics in the future without those!

Note: the few next posts will be repost and rework over the fictions i first wrote on wattpad (around a year or two ago), and i felt bad to not bring them here. but i need to rework on some first bc theyre cringe now... and i can only focus on that and not create new one since my health isnt getting any better for now

Official art from Hoyoverse.

It's a bright and sunny day. You're at the Kamisato Estate. You're used to come here now, especially whenever you aren't feeling too well. The scenery is so peaceful it calms even your noisy mind. And today? It's one of these days.

Unfortunately for you, Thoma is away with Ayaka, and Ayato is busy inside. You wouldn't believe the Kamisato siblings would be avalaible for you, after all, would you?

Sitting on the bench, you look up to the sky. You sigh, pulling up your sleeves. When did it all started? And why did you even started it ? Do you remember? All you know is you've done it too much by now. And it isn't the soft cuts anymore.

They're so deep. Even if it ends up healing, if you ever succeed in not opening them again, you'll always have their marks on your arms. But who can you share your burdens to?

Everyone in town loves you, yes, thanks to your business. You're nice and sweet, you wouldn't even hurt a fly. You always seem so confident and sure of yourself. No one could believe you need help.

Whenever you'd see your body, you only feel ugliness. Who wouldn't? It's decorated with scars. On your arms, legs, even on your hips.

Yes, you do have some friends. First, the Kamisato siblings. Even in the nations you already visited. You even managed to have a somehow beginning of friendship with Scaramouche.

So why can't you at least be truly happy? Why can't you be normal once again? Something within you hate to see them hanging together, getting along so well. Is it jealousy perhaps?

“Of course not. I can't be jealous over something so stupid.„ yet, why can't you believe your own words? You sigh. You know since the beginning in what you engaged yourself. She's just your boyfriend's boss. It's thank to her he can live the life he wants and be able to come back every once in a while with you.

Your eyes become teary as the doubts fill your mind. Does he love you? His life is one of sailing, so why did he returned your feelings if he can't be here?

Just this morning, your short blade grazed against your skin, making new scratches. And you just hide them under your sleeves once more. It's time for you to head home.

On your way home, you're lost in your thoughts. Doubts and self loathe fill your mind to the point you don't even notice Ayaka and Thoma coming back from their business. They had to stop you to be able to strike a conversation.

“Oh, dear... Are you alright? You seem pale...„ Ayaka reaches out to brush her fingers against your cheek, her eyes filled with worry. “Oh no.. It's alright. I just need some rest.„ you fake a faint smile.

“If you need, I'm sure my lords wouldn't mind lending you a room for tonight.„ Thoma's gaze softens. He knows that as long as you don't bother neither of them, you would be able to stay. But you dismiss his words. “I appreciate it but... He comes home today..„

You feel your heart pounding at your words. It's true. That's also one of the reason for your emotional distress. After a month, he finally comes back. And your stress couldn't be higher.

Muttering an apology, you hurry home. It isn't luxurious or too spacious, but it's alright. It's more than enough for you.

When you thought your anxiety couldn't become worst, is when it proves you were wrong. You expected him to be already home, but he isn't. You're there, alone. Walking to the calendar, you sigh. “He said he'd come back today...„

You know it's probably just the ship taking more time than what was planned. But your self destructive thoughts never take rest. The voice in your head keeps the same old speech as always. That he's with her, and he's going to leave you.

What could you do now? Beside wait, nothing could be done. Your shoulders dropping in defeat, you silently sit on the couch, staring at the floor.

Three hours passed. Three hours doing nothing more than staring around and overthinking. In the end, you believe he just left without warning you. And just as you're about to give in your despair, you hear a door, and that familiar voice.

“Darling, I'm home.„ you want to get up and jump in his arms, but your body doesn't answer your command. You're so happy he's here, and yet... Tears sting in your eyes. Why are you crying now? He's here, with you. Do you even know if it's tears of joy or not?

His footsteps creep closer, until his head peeks through the doorframe. “Are you home?„ his eyes land on you. He stares at you. Seeing your shoulders shuddering, hearing broken sobs, he's quick to come next to you.

“Love... Are you crying?„ you don't answer. How could you when your voice doesn't want to come out of your throat? He sits down next to you, carefully slipping an arm around your shoulders, his other hand resting on your thigh to caress it in a comforting gesture.

He doesn't pressure you. He knows better than to force you. So he waits until you speak by yourself. “Why... Why am I so hideous..?„ he doesn't say anything. He lets you go on hating yourself for now. He doesn't even know what to do or say exactly, but if just listening can help you, he'd do it.

You rent about everything, not even caring about anything. Your insecurities, your fears, your doubts, even your self harm. He doesn't mention any of that. It's when you finish speaking that he says one thing.

“... Can you let me treat your wounds?„ he doesn't even wait for your answer. He stands up to get some bandages and alcohol to disinfect. You wince at the slight pain, and he tells you to hang in there.

He clearly has no idea how to comfort you, so he then places down the alcohol and bandages, gently wrapping his arms around you.

“I know I sail a lot. That worries you too, but I promise you there isn't a single day I do not think of you. You know that Beidou is nothing more than a friend, and you're the only one in my eyes. I'd never trade you for anyone better, because no one can be better.„

His words make your eyes light up slightly. It's stupid, but just that makes you feel better. Knowing he looks at you so highly. You lean against him, head resting against his chest. His hand caresses your back in gentle stroke.

“As for your... self harm issues. We can work through it together. You can tell me anything, I'd never judge. Just, don't keep it for yourself. You can lean on me whenever you need.„

He chuckles as your eyes stay on him. He kisses your forehead, taking the blanket on the other side of the couch to place it over you.

“You'll get better, and I'll be here along the way for you. We're going to overcome that together. Perhaps I could make you join me for the next sailing with Beidou?„

And just this way, you stayed in his arms for the rest of the evening, and night. What a great way to finish a stressful day.

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timeworncalamity · 1 year

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HI HELLO omg are you still open to those emoji asks you reblogged ? because if SO

Ashi - 🍑🍎🥑

Vin - 🍇🍅🥝

Strike - 🍆🍓🥕

i hope this isn't too many!! :')

OH!!! I totally am!! Thank you so much for the interest!!! 🥺💞

Its not too many at all please ask as many as you would like anon💞💞

Ashi:

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

-Ashi shows kindness through either physical affection or giving small gifts that made him think of the person. He for the most part tries to be kind to people, especially people hes closer to.

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else?

-okay bear with me for a second. There are two canon versions if Ashi. one of them is in my canon Story called Weather Warning and the other in my bf's called Recusant Analogs.

In Weather Warning, the most important people to him are his two boyfriends named Pivot and Sulfur. They are in a polycule.

In Recusant Analogs, the most important person to him is Tom. It comes much much later in my bf's universe but Tom is Ashi's future Husband. (I mention both universes bc i love the Polycule but Tom and Ashi aka Crack the sky has a special place in my heart)

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

-Ashi will never back down when it comes to the people he loves. He will protect them even if he knows they are in the wrong he wont let anyone hurt them or speak badly of them.

Vin:

🍇 [GRAPES] What's their circle of people/their species like? What dynamic would they be called?

-His friend group is actually rly fun. It consists of old friends from before he was forced into his long slumber. They all share a common goal which is to rip the people who put him and his bestie into that slumber by keeping them on the brink of death. They are out for revenge but are also hilarious and the words to describe them are chaotic unhinged

🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL.

-Vin was extremely misunderstood. He wasn't as charismatic as his twin brother was so he came off as meaner and an ass hole at times. This made it easy for his twin to plot the betrayal that sealed him away.

🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

-Vin usually takes on the appearance of a mostly normal person. Most the time his tail isnt even visible. On the inside this man has so much rage and unhinged energy. Hes ready to tear ppl apart at the drop of a hat and will go from normal person to unhinged goo monster in .5 seconds.

Strike:

🍆 [EGGPLANT] How are they used by others? How easily are they tricked into this?

-Strike gets emotionally and physically used by people often. (Dont worry they have some really good friends and a supportive bf so they are doing fine). They are easily tricked into these things due to their need to please. They want to do good and want to please people who ask things of them often times this leads to them becoming blinded by whatever task is at hand and not how its affecting them or how they are being treated... often times they even ignore their own bad feelings and keep pushing themself for others until they break.

🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?

-Strike usually seems to be a bit stand offish and cold to strangers but if you're their friend you will know they are actually kind of soft. They love flowers and soft things. They aren't even that secretive about it tbh. They just like cute things and aren't afraid to talk about it to their friends.

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

-Strike knows how to really buckle down and become cold when they need to be. When things are tense ESPECIALLY if its storm chaser related they are extremely tough, almost too much so. They are weak against wanting to help people they care about tho, even if it causes them a lot of stress.

#anon #answered ask #THANK YOU SM I HAD ALOT OF FUN WITH THESE #GRABBY HANDS #GIVE #ANSWERS FOR MY KIDDOS #ashicore #vincecore #strikecore

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ackermansimper · 2 years

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Having a one sided relationship with the Ackermans (but they fall in love with you afterwards)

(curse words are in this post)

Kenny

-Kenny probably thought of you as a fling at first and nothing more but since you said you wanted to get together he listened because he didn't intend on going to the bar much since he was going to be a captain which meant he probably wouldn't be meeting anymore people to have one night stands with anymore

-He wouldn't be romantic with you at all and you expected that since he didn't seem like that type of guy at all but since he had no feelings for you at first, he considered your attempts at being a girlfriend/boyfriend pathetic.

-He'll definitely value you more than he would value some random person he had a one night stand with. He didn't consider his feelings for you romantic in any way but didn't mind doing it with you and actually enjoyed it.

-He isn't going to do aftercare. Not when the relationship is one sided on your part. He won't cuddle or any of that crap and definitely puts little to no work into the relationship compared to you

-he'll probably start to question his feelings for you when he starts wanting to see you more and more. He'll be confused to why he wants to see you when you're basically just a sex toy to him so he comes up with the conclusion that he is just sexually frustrated at the moment.

-Soon he'll start to realize that it's not sex he wants out of you all the time anymore. He wants to spend more time with you and get to know you a bit more to make a deeper connection with you

-He'll never admit this but even he can tell that he is slowly starting to fall in love with you. Your love gestures of giving him a kiss on the forehead or hugging him from behind used to be annoying to him but he slowly started to want it more and more

-Because of this Kenny would be so confused to why he is even feeling this way when he never had before but he decides to stop being such a pussy.

-he'll start trying to do romantic things for you too but not your typical romantic. He only does the things he thinks are romantic enough and aren't just cringe.

-His type of romantic is more on the violent side. He'd think having you with him as he kills people is romantic since you both are spending time together. He also takes you to the bar with him and gets you drunk with him because he thinks that it's basically a romantic type of date since he wouldn't do this crap for his normal average fling.

-Kenny would soon end up seducing you and making it clear he wants more than the relationship you both have is. He would make it clear that you're his and he's yours as long as the relationship isn't so one sided on your part anymore. He wouldn't say sorry for the beginning of the relationship but he'd act more like a boyfriend than a stranger. But he still isn't romantic and he isnt going to be clinging onto you.

Levi

The relationship probably started because of how sexually frustrated he was. He wasn't very happy with his love life and wanted to experience it for the first time so in result, he accepted your confession. Not because he loved you, but because he wanted to try out a relationship

-he made it clear he wasn't comfortable with you touching him or any of that love stuff couples do. You understood and still stayed in the relationship happy that you were finally with your captain who you had a huge crush on before.

-You didn't know exactly what he meant by he didn't want to do love stuff that couples did but soon realized he didn't even want to kiss. Another thing that wasn't allowed was touch and he meant it. You were not allowed to even try hugging him. He will break your arm the minute he senses you trying to touch him and he won't feel bad for it because he believes he made it perfectly clear that he wasn't going to do that shit with you.

-The most you can do in the relationship is come into his office without knocking and he won't get mad. Another thing you can do is call him by his first name now instead of captain but he still prefers you use captain when you're not alone.

-Since he won't allow any stuff normal couples would usually do, you usually just bring him tea, check up on him, help him with paperwork, or just do tasks for him to make life a bit easier on his side. Another thing you do that might get him a bit flustered is when he wakes up and realizes he fell asleep on his desk. He'll have a blanket on himself and instantly know it was you who put it there.

-He'll definitely appreciate this and although he doesn't have any feelings attached to the relationship you both have, he'll still give you kisses on the forehead but it only happens rarely.

-on that note, Levi will only allow any sort of touch if he initiates it. He won't tolerate being taken by surprise by any touches from you but if he thinks you really deserve it, he will give you a short hug and quick kiss on the head which makes you feel more loved than he thinks.

-He'll probably start having feelings for you after he starts to notice everything you do for him and how happy you get to see him. The look in your eyes when you see him isn't something that usually happens. Usually fear or nervousness would be in his comrades eyes but you always have pure love in your eyes. Something in your eyes that makes it obvious you admire him more than a comrade of his would.

-He'll start to realize he is falling in love with you when he starts to get a certain feeling for you when he sees you. The way you effortlessly make him stutter and make his cheeks heat up with blush makes him realize he has a feeling he has never had before. It's a feeling that is now happening often when your around him. Even being next to you can make him question his feelings. When he looks at you all he can think of is how to kiss you and tell you how much he loves you

-Levi won't be worried about anyone taking you away since you've made it obvious and downright clear that he has your heart. All Levi has to do now is start showing his feelings and stepping out his comfort zone is the first way to do that. He'll begin asking you to help him with stuff more often since he knows you won't decline and it'll give him more time to be around you

-When he asks you to help him with paperwork and you agree, he'll most likely get distracted and start trying to cuddle with you without actually knowing how to do it. You'll just start smiling and blushing while getting comfortable under his touch

-Little by little Levi continues trying to do stuff normal couples would do and he finds out he enjoys it a lot. Especially because it's with you.

-As the result the relationship wouldn't be as one sided as it was in the beginning. Levi would shyly tell you that he does want to do stuff normal couples would do. Like more cuddling and kissing.

Mikasa

Mikasa probably only got with you so she could try getting over Eren. You're basically a rebound and the love is one sided on your part. She will be very cold to you but doesn't care if you give her hugs or kisses.

-she will interact with you but you noticed in more of a comrade way. She never even tries to be lovey dovey and don't ever expect an "I love you" from her. She isn't going to lie to your face to make you happy

-She'll try putting in effort into the relationship but she just isn't good at doing this type of stuff for someone she doesn't love so she'll still hang around Eren and Armin more.

-if you are jealous and try getting her attention it won't work. She Isn't going to take her attention off of what she is doing to pay attention to you.

-If you constantly try to grab her attention it won't be too annoying to you so she'll either just ignore you or just give you her attention so you can stop but she rarely does it. If you are talking to her, her attention might go elsewhere. Maybe to where Eren is.

-If you continue to try being a good s/o to her, she will notice your attempts and appreciate it but not care too much.

-Soon her attention will go to you more and more as you hang around her and she gets used to your company. She'll soon start to be protective of you but not in a relationship way. More like a friend way which is an improvement because she obviously only thought of you as a comrade before then.

-If you decide to make the move of kissing her on her lips she'd probably try to kiss back since you both are together. She won't feel much from it though. It wouldn't matter to her much.

-If you almost die she'll definitely be there to save you and the more appreciation you show to her and love you give her the more she'll start to blush. She won't know why but you honestly get super happy at being able to make Mikasa blush

-If you tell her you love her she usually wouldn't say it back and would ignore the comment. Now if you tell her she will respond saying it back to you and give you a quick kiss before returning to her tasks

-If you try impressing her she would know instantly what you're trying to do and will sigh as you do it the wrong way.

-She would definitely not realize her feelings until she sees you in actual danger again. It wouldn't be how she would normally save a comrade. She'd be rushing to protect you before realizing all the things she's been doing for you and her feelings for you

-She would be bluntly clear about her feelings and the relationship would be probably the best relationship you've ever had because of her loyalty and love.

♥ Thanks for reading ♥

#kenny ackerman #kenny ackerman x reader #kenny ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x y/n #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x y/n

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l0v3lyr0ses · 2 years

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Do I HEAR Michael Afton?! REQUESTING HIM WITH AN S/O THAT STOOD UP TO HIS FATHR FOR HIM!! BECAUSE HE DESERVES LOVE!!!

OMG YES HE DOES!! DKSMAHAGF I DONT LIKE WILLIAM BC OF WHAT HE DID TO MICHAEL N CRYING CHILD

BUT SERIOUSLY MICHAEL IS SO UNDERRATED ON TUMBLR LIKE WHERE ARE THE MICHAEL AFTON X READER FICS

ANYWAYS SURE THING BESTIE <3

Characters: Teen!Michael Afton kinda (hes 18 in this) ft. A not very nice william

Summary: michael's mother invited you to dinner n william isnt very nice which makes you stand up for yourself and Michael

OMG YES HE DOES!! DKSMAHAGF I DONT LIKE WILLIAM BC OF WHAT HE DID TO MICHAEL N CRYING CHILD

BUT SERIOUSLY MICHAEL IS SO UNDERRATED ON TUMBLR LIKE WHERE ARE THE MICHAEL AFTUSSY X READER FICS

ANYWAYS SURE THING BESTIE <3

Characters: Teen!Michael Afton kinda (hes 18 in this) ft. A not very nice william

Summary: michael's mother invited you to dinner n william isnt very nice which makes you stand up for yourself and Michael

Michael was extremely nervous when he brought y/n to his parents' house. Although he wasn't concerned about his family, William had him gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"Are you okay, mike?" Y/n asked, sitting beside him in the car.

It was odd for him to be this nervous about one simple dinner. Maybe more was going on that y/n was aware of.

Michael shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Yes..no need to worry," he said.

His lies were quite obvious, but he'd have to explain later once he's at ease.

Michael parked his car near the home where his family lived.

"Ready?" Y/n softly spoke, taking off the seatbelt.

Michael responded sarcastically, "Ready as I'll ever be.".

In a panic, Michael must've left the keys at the apartment. He spoke, "Shit.", while fumbling for the keys.

'Let's just use the doorbell, Dad would be pissed off if we bailed,' Michael said, this was certainly not going as smoothly as planned.

Y/N pressed the doorbell nervously, wanting to meet their boyfriend's family.

"Michael, you have keys, yet you let your date use the doorbell to be polite?" Michael's mother was polite enough, but Michael seemed quite embarrassed.

"Mom," he said simply,

Come in, oh y/n. I'm Clara. It's wonderful to meet you." Clara smiled welcomingly. His mother could certainly make someone feel at home.

"You know my name?" Y/n said mildly surprised y/n hadn't even gotten to say an introduction.

"Yes, I know all about you. Anyway, come in before the food gets cold!" Mrs. Afton smiles as she lets the two 18-year-olds into the house.

Having sat at the dinner table with everyone, William finally grumbled as he sat by the table. Y/n had a hunch that it was because Y/n was there that he didn't seem pleased.

Micheal didn't keep it a secret that William honestly thought that Y/N was nothing but a filthy slut with severe mental problems.

"Yes, my name is-" y/n still tried to be polite since he hadn't done anything to seem aggressive.

"I know y/n and I don't care for filth, even your name is filthy." William commented, hypocritical that he called y/n someone with psychological issues when he was clearly experiencing some sort of issue himself.

"Of course, my son would get a filthy partner since he's a useless brat too." William ate the dinner. That was simply being nasty and y/n certainly wouldn't tolerate that behavior.

"You may not have my wealth or know me that well, but I know it's fucking disrespectful to say things like that to guests when you aren't aware of our relationship." y/n was clenching their knuckles to relieve some of the stress because frankly they wanted to smack that miserable old asshole.

""Michael has grown up so much closer to me than he has ever been to you, and so either you sit down and grow up, or we will leave because we don't have time to waste on miserable people like you." y/n glanced in Michael's direction and there was no response, but the message was 'don't worry, I can handle this'.

"Fine" and the table fell silent, but a few words were shared between y/n and Mrs.Afton.

#FNAF #michael afton #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #william afton #mrs. afton #fnaf x reader

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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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Adrian casually admitting "i mean i always stalk you at least a little bit" like oh my gosh thats so true you hit the nail on the head

Youve always admitted that youre clearly also a bit screwed up since you are dating Adrian. No normal and perfectly sane person could handle him and what he does. So when the others ask isnt it weird and invasive that he seems to always have to know where you are and what youre doing, you say yes. It is. But youre also weird and thats why you and him work.

He wants to know who youre with, where you are and what youre doing beacuse he lives a life full of violence and bad people. By keeping tabs on you and following you, he can use that keen eye to spot any threats to your saftey.

After an incident where you were kidnapped? Adrian keeps an even tighter leash on wanting to know your every move. You feel a little stifled by it at first, but he doesnt do it beacuse he wants too. He does it beacuse coming home to your empty apartment, blood on the floor? The endless sound of ringing as he obsessively called your phone haunts him. What if this time if you dont answer he spirals down that same worry.

You dont want that. So you tell the others, they aren't the ones dating Adrian. So you dont care if they couldnt handle having a boyfriend with stalkerish tendancies towards them. You understand Adrian more then they ever could. And you know he does it to protect you, not limit you.

thank you so so so much i just love the idea of the two of you getting together and he's like oh shit i can unabashedly be my freak shit self and you kind of have the same experience where you're like oh my god i can do anything i want with him

so the two of you just do whatever freak ass shit you want and when other people ask about it you're like fucking and? you're not a part of my relationship i absolutely literally do not care

and maybe it takes adjusting and maybe you need to figure it out and maybe it wouldn't work for everybody but this is your relationship for the two of you not anybody else in this world

there's nothing wrong with that shit at all!!! we are humans and we are meant to experience human things with each other

so if you're consensually agreeing to have your boyfriend stalk you and keep tabs on you because you love each other in this specific way where you want to do that and so does he and you've figured it out for yourselves who else gives a goddamn fuck you know

if you take care of yourself in a healthy way then you do you and adrian loves that about you and the two of you love each other in a way nobody else could ever love you

#answered #anonymous #honeycombheadcanons #honeycombstrawberry #adrian chase headcanons #adrian chase #vigilante

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yinses · 3 years

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B R A N D E D

| he would make sure that everyone knew who you belonged to |

tattoo artist! sukuna ryomen

rating: t

a/n: this is going to be a three part series. it got too long because i couldn’t shut up. thank you to @teoran for beta reading !!

you should have never informed yuuji that you were thinking about getting a tattoo, because of course his first response would be hey, sukuna owns a shop. why don’t you stop there. as if you didn’t already known that. your other friend, unfortunately had not known how to be subtle about it.

its when you go to hand off your card that they gasp audibly, drawing the attention of both yourself and the woman behind the counter.

“you’re not going to ask for a discount? i mean you know the owner, right?”

she jumps back quick enough to dodge the errant elbow you throw her way.

you knew you would regret telling her.

the woman is undeterred as she take your card, looking bored with the news. “so you know sukuna, huh?” the way she said it implied that it wasn’t the first time it had been made known to her.

you had known the man long enough to know where her thoughts were going with that assumption. sukuna wasn’t only popular for his art. a shudder rolled through your body at the idea of being categorized as one of his flings.

it wasn’t as though you were intentionally shaming the women. but it was sukuna. the same guy who locked you and his younger brother out on the patio whenever he was meant to keep an eye on you. and then blamed you for hiding from him when the responsible adults got home.

in hindsight, maybe you should have chosen another location. but now your card has been charged.

you scribbled your signature on the receipt, “uh yeah, awhile now. im not requesting him or anything.”

“his appointment book is full anyway. he doesn’t take walk ins.” its not said snidely, just matter of fact. as if she was seasoned with dealing with these kind of customers.

the man of topic strides in then, carrying a few bags of take-out that he drops carelessly onto the counter. he doesn’t m look unlike any other day, a loose white sleeveless shirt with a low hanging v-neck that just invited attention to his skin. the swirls of black ink made permanent by his hand only. though that was the advantage of this field and owning your own business on top of it.

sukuna was prepared to ignore the clientele planted at front desk, until he did a double take. those vermilion eyes took you in, morphing from speculation, to shock, a pinch of awe, then back to postulation.

“what are you doing here?”

a small frown mars you face. you didn’t actually consider that perhaps sukuna wouldn’t want you here. it was one thing to know the guy, but whether you wanted to accept it or not, you weren’t just another customer. so you unsurely respond with, “getting a tattoo?”

the snort he gives isn't one of annoyance. in fact its almost comforting to see the minuscule curl of his lips until they start to part, “yeah, missing something aren’t you?”

you realize with a frown that he’s referring to his brother.

“i have other friends.”

that slow smile wides as he gives your friend a brief look of appreciation. suddenly all those years of witnessing him cart his flings around rise to the forefront of your mind. really nothing rarely changed. “ i can see that.”

his gaze cuts back to you, “what are you getting? your boyfriends name?”

you cant tell if he’s teasing, fishing or a combination of them both.

he turns to lean over the counter, arms flexing at the action and pinches the fresh design still hot from the printer. you resist the urge to shuffle in place as he inspects the image with more interest than there were lines. it was hardly all that complex, just as you intended.

sukuna finally voices his opinion, to no surprise of your own. “yeah? kind of small isn’t it?”

“its my first sukuna,” you drawl.

you realize too late that the wording isnt best around him.

“no kidding.”

he tugs a styrofoam box free from the plastic bag before gesturing to you with a tilt of his head.

“alright, lets knock it out.”

you look to the woman expecting her to complain about his pending appointments but she only returns it with a pointed look. when it came down to it, what the boss wanted goes.

right then.

turning, you address your friend who seemed more invested in watching sukuna’s departure. “are you coming?”

her gaze snaps to you and she doesn’t even bother to pretend. she shrugs, “you may not be squeamish about needles but i am.” her hand waves vaguely towards the lounge area near the coffee station and stack of assorted snacks. “i’ll come running if you scream though,” she teases as you turn down the hall.

sukuna’s voice carries from the right in guidance where you find him setting his food off to the side. the room is neat. though you don’t know what you were expecting given the health expectations lining his work. then again, you’d spent the better part of the decade watching him cart week old pizza boxes out of his room so it was hardly a baseless assumption.

aside from the desk of tools and variety of inks the only other defining feature was the wall at the back. there was no rhyme or direction to the madness. the once white wall was littered with varying penmanships and messages. almost like an autograph book. some derogatory, others genuinely thankful for his work - you think you see a few numbers too.

the cushion of the seat protests under his weight as he rolls to the center of the room. he has the stencil of your chosen art held up in expectation.

“where is this pretty little thing going?”

“oh my rib- here on the right.” you think nothing of bringing up the hem of your shirt to expose the skin just under the curve of your breast.

he almost looks impressed, though there is some doubt. he wheels closer and gives no warning as his hand palpates the area. “over the bone? that’s daring for your first tattoo, princess.”

the name was nothing new, an accompaniment to yuuji’s ‘brat’.

part of you actually grateful that its sukuna. the entire shop had good reviews but it was best known for his talent. besides, the charge was already sitting on your card.

“i can handle it.”

he’s still squinting at your side, fingers tickling at your skin.

“yeah?” he answers absently. nimble digits you didn't think had any taste for delicacy carefully peel the plastic from the stencil. he doesn’t second guess himself in the slightest before pressing it to your skin.

when he pulls away, the chair follows him as he collects a hand mirror from his desk to reflect the design back to you.

“double sure?” he’s still rallying your resolve, but there is a hint of warning to his voice as professionalism seeps in.

with a firm nod you seal the deal,” yeah.”

“aright, pin up your shirt out of the way. tuck it into your bra if you want.”

you were expecting this already, given the location you’d decided on. with sukuna that action comes effortlessly without thought. it was no different than the times he’d seen you in your bathing suit, your brain reasoned. at least you still had your pants this time.

sukuna rests back into a lean against his small desk. absently you note that his eyes haven't left you once since you’d entered the room.

“eager little thing aren't you?”

but its sukuna.

you shrug.“ i guess. kind of been saving up for this one.”

the noise he makes is non-committal as he nods to the angled chair.

without your shirt there was no barrier between yourself and the leather. you expected the cold chill but the lack of stickiness kind of surprised you. once again you were reminded of the indisputable list of reviews at your fingertips.

sukuna goes about collecting the materials to disinfect your skin, angling the bottle and cotton over the trash can to catch the excess drops. satisfied with the saturation, he slides back.

you try to absorb the brief shock you feel when he applies the alcohol to your skin. it was hardly a substitute for actual bracing to come but it was good practice. when you look up, you catch his gaze again.

he’d been more observant in these last few minutes than you could ever recall sukuna caring before. maybe it was the job. though the thought of him excelling at customer service has you fighting a snort.

“cold,” you supply and he gives another grunt.

he chucks the cotton ball into the trash with all the efficiency of a man who has made a sport out of it and probably keeps score.

deciding on a solid color eliminated the need for him to break away to change shades, eliminating any surplus time keeping you in this chair.

a gloved hand braces your side, pinching the skin, while the other holding the gun rests against your sternum. when the motor starts you take a careful breath in. sukuna’s eyes raise at the sound.

“not nervous?”

you blink, expecting him to just get to it.

“uh, not really? i’ve never really been afraid of needles.”

he pauses. just when you part your lips to ask what wrong the buzzing starts.

its impossible not to tense at the first bite of the needle. but you fight the urge to jerk. it stings. the vibration of the motor is uncomfortable against your ribcage but it's not unbearable. you certainly wouldn't cry.

sukuna seems to notice it as well.

“not going to lie thought you’d be more of a cry baby? weren't you the one sobbing after you stubbed your toe.”

you latch onto the idle chatter even if it's a jibe.

“i was eleven and i sprained that toe.”

he gives you a quick glance. “sure, princess. completely called for the waterworks.”

you snort. “yeah well it made me stronger. im barely affected today.”

your words are followed by a shift of his hand as it turns to follow a line, the movement pressing firmly against the underside of your breast. you're too attentive to the needle pinching at your skin to take notice.

but sukuna does, eyes narrowing without your awareness.

“yeah, i can see that.”

rather than closing your eyes to block out the pain, you find a more comforting distraction in tracing the lines of his tattoos with your gaze. you can hardly make out the first tattoo he’d gotten at the age of seventeen after forging his parents signature.

the abstract design had now branched out, interlocking with new styles to map out the formation of a sleeve. it was almost like his own branded language. a dialect of bold shapes and bands. you’d never thought to actually ask what his tattoos meant. nor did you expect an honest answer.

sukuna works rather quickly and efficiently while your mind wandered. even if he hadn’t squeezed you in during his lunch break this felt like the usual pace for him. he looked so in the zone as he followed the pre-made lines to perfection.

you weren’t the model customer, still having your brief moments of weakness but he rolled with the interruptions better than you expected. sukuna was brash growing up and didn’t tolerate nonsensical people. you’d had your fair share of opportunities to be chewed out by him.

and earned a reasonable amount of them, though your returning attitude said otherwise.

but this sukuna was softer, if you could put it like that. he knew the right time to give you breaks but didn’t let your nerves settle too much. when he wasn’t adding a layer to permanency to your skin, an errant finger would smooth over the swelling flesh.

more than once you heard him throw out a quiet good girl. that you knew was meant to be encouraging but it came with additional implications that tickled your skin.

he tells you that you should be grateful that the artwork doesn’t need any shading. that it was never a good fit for beginners.

your chest expands the furthest it had in the last half hour when he finally rolls back.

“alright, princess, go ahead and take a look.”

you take the offered mirror again and angle it to take in the fresh piece. the reflection you get back is- amazing. you’d been so concentrated?? on micromanaging the pain that you failed to take in the little details he’d added along with the original design.

as if reading your thoughts, he snorts. “it's not my art if i don't leave my mark. you can tell me it looks good you know.”

if you didn't know any better, you’d say he was authentic in his attempt to bait your approval.

and you had no reason not to provide.

your legs are a little shaky but you manage to balance yourself before brining the eldest itadori into a hug. sukuna goes stiff for a moment before returning the embrace and doesn’t resist when you press your face into his shoulder. there’s an awkward pat before they release each other from the hold.

sukuna .. before he’s shrugging you off.

“god, what a noob. at least let me cover it up. you’re going to irritate the skin.”

when he turns back to rummage through his desk you note the hint of a flush creeping up his nape. you know better than to mention it, instead just smiling at his back.

there is a scowl on his face as he applies the cotton square to your skin and tapes it in place.

“please do not itch this shit. i don’t care if you feel like your skin is going to fall off.”

he presses a small tube of antibiotic into your hand.

“and apply this daily. you don't need it drying out. “

you’re grateful for the little slip of printed instructions that follow. you were able to remember the sensible directions but it couldn't hurt to have additional guidance when you started to question the progress.

“oh and no sex.”

that was definitely not on the list.

sukuna raises a brow in all seriousness. “what? if you get your blood pumping too much.”

you call him on his bullshit,” this small? hardly. “

he raises his hands in mock surrender. “alright, try it yourself if you want. i charge for touch ups though.”

the two of you size each other up. just like old times.

with a sigh you relent, “fine, no sex.”

“good, see me in two weeks.”

his words stop you short. it wasn’t as if you needed anything added and he wasn’t a physician checking on your progress. if anything, you would only revisit your artist if there was a problem.

“what for?”

the dawning grin would follow you for the next fourteen days.

“to make sure you didn’t have sex.”

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna blessings #sukuna ryomen

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yichimi · 2 years

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Hey! Can I request for dorm leaders with s/o who like Peppa's madrigal.(as in the previous request) I hope you understand me. Sorry for my English.

✨Thank you for your request and patience✨

Dorm leaders with a S/O who's like Peppa from Encanto

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

Oh honey it's a mess-

And he kinda loves it tho-

You're adorable. Whenever there's s stressed situation you're mumbling to yourself about it

And he's sitting there, looking at you with a smile but also trying to calm you down with his sweet words of affirmations

"My rose, it all will be alright, i promise"

You = chaotic Riddle = solves the chaos

Also, you're emotional, he's emotional, we all are emotional-crying something out to each other actually helps when both of yours emotions explode

He can actually keep up with your up and downs and constant mood swings

He can also literally sense how you will react in some situations too

10/10 i would recommend

LEONA KINGDSCHOLAR:

he's constantly asking himself how it all ended with you being his S/O

But he isn't really complaining either about you expect that you're sometimes a bit troublesome and loud but pfffff normal

Brings you coffee whenever he can cause, damn it calms down

If you don't like coffee he brings you tea

And of not that than whatever drink you like and calms you down

Honey he tells you to sleep and not only in a 'bitch i wanna cuddle with you' way but also in a 'damn you look so tried you look like a walking corpse with a low stress tolerance' way

So baby, sleep with him and for once he's YOUR pillow

AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

Is already used to the messy chaotic aesthetic of Floyd, you'd company wouldn't be a bother

Actually thinks it's cute when you worry to much like you look so adorable playing with your hair mumbling to yourself-

Knows how to calm you down when it's really needed

A hug, a kiss, cuddles or just sweet words, Azul can do it all. Perfect boyfriend right there

You're emotional, you have mood swings, but you're so adorable for him

KALIM AL-ASIM:

Youre both a mess, and Jamil loses his mind

While Kalim is constantly supporting you even in every single mood swing, youre a big mess and he still adores you

Even when you're upset he follows you around like a lost puppy trying to make you feel better

Hes the best at distracting you too! If you're worried about something, don't worry! Kalim and Jamil are there to save the day for you!

And if you end up crying, he does too-

Feels everything you feel

VIL SCHÖNHEIT:

Babyyy don't stress! He's there to calm you down

Have a tea, take a bath, don't sweat sweetie Vil knows best-

It happens way do often but, SPA DAYS!

who wouldn't want a calm spa day with this beauty

Any stress isnt allowed at all and he will always take care of you

If you want he'll do your make up too, if he has time that is

If not Rook will take care of you-

Its gonna be a mess but----Rook can handle it i guess

IDIA SHROUD:

Oh well-

Its ok for him i guess

He knew what he was getting into, he will not back off now!

Cuddles are the most effective for you

Play with his hair all you like too-its fun

And if you have an happy boost he's smiling like a dumb idiot

You're his dramatic UR+ character, he loves you with all his heart!

Is to shy to admit it tho-

MALLEUS DRACONIA:

Well aren't you an interesting one?

Studied you from afar before you even noticed he excisted-

And when you two finally met, simp

No matter who you are, where you come from or anything else, if he loves you he's a simp-

Knows you better than you know yourself

Every single trick is in his head that makes you feel better or calms you down

He's a pro when it comes to his child of man!

TWISTED WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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🏵 Dream Smp With A Sick S/O 🏵

Warnings: None

Characters: C!Technoblade | C!Ghostbur | C!Fundy

| Technoblade |

Immediately knows something's wrong

Even if you try to hide it or down play your symptoms he knows something's up and it doesn't take him long to figure out what it is

Puts his chores on hold, well the outside ones at least, to take care of you

The man is a little new to illness, to be fair he is a piglin and is unfamiliar with human sickness

Hes trying his best though!

If he knows one thing it's that rest curse all, and he makes sure you get lots of it

If your resistant and try to claim your fine he wont fight you over it

That being said hes not letting you do anything either

Certainly not go outside, it's like -45° you're not going out! It's fine, philza can get the wood

He tries not to show it but he's certainly worried about you and doesn't let you stray to far while hes working

If you need anything he's always in ear shot and is more then willing to get you anything you need, with a few weightless complaints thrown in there of course

If you continue to get worse or he fears that his cure of ' just take a nap ' isnt working he might finally cave and ask Philza for some advice

Over all pretty good sick buddy 8/10

| Ghostbur |

Given the fact the two of you live in an actual sewer it's no surprise that one of you got sick, even less of a surprise that it wasn't the ghost

Some of the ghosts fondest memories are raising Fundy, especially taking care of him

The second he hears coughing from your shared bedroom he's there

If you're too sick to get our of bed that's completely fine! He'll bring you everything you need

Water? Already on the night stand, blanket? Here's fifty, you have the chills? Friend is already in bed with you

Seeing as he doesn't have to worry about getting sick he spends all of his time with you doing things that he uses to for Fundy

He plays you what little songs he remembers on his guitar, even making some new ones too!

He reads to you and tells you stories (mostly made up ones)

The only time he really leaves you is to brew up some more healing potions for you, or to get a new book

Even after you're healthy again he still dotes on you for a while

With his support and his surprisingly good care it doesn't take long for you to get better, and soon you're both settling into your normal routines.

| Fundy |

Honestly, probably doesn't even notice for the first hour

He's a man with a lot of shit on his plate its not his fault!

That being said when he goes to kiss you good bye in the morning and you're incredibly hot under his touch he realizes something is wrong

And boy does he feel guilty!

Honestly out of the three of them he worries the most

Brings you warm blankets, Fresh water, Medicine he stole from Niki hes really doing his best

Even if you aren't that sick he treats you like you're dying

If you happen to have work or chores to do around the house consider him done, hes anxious about leaving you alone for so long but he also doesnt want you to be worried or have a bunch of work to catch up on when you're better

When he finally gets home from doing both your and his chores he fills you in on everything that's going on

During your time sick the two of you talk quite a bit, seeing as you can't really do anything else

Despite being quite sick it was some good time spent with your worry wart of a fox boyfriend.

#writing #dream smp #fundy #fundy x you #fundy x reader #ghostbur #ghostbur x you #ghostbur x reader #technoblade #blood for the blood god #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #mcyt #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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❥Confessions with BSD

❥— Includes Dazai, Kunikida, Atsushi, Ranpo, Chuuya, Akutgawa and Tanizaki

ᴀ/ɴ: hi guys! Its been a while; I missed you all, anyways I hope you enjoy this <3

Dᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ:

ఌ "Hey Y/N! Can you follow me please?"

ఌ And so you did cause who would say no to this man.

ఌ Took you to a really beautiful river.

ఌ "Dazai you aren't going to ask me to commit double suicide with you, right?"

ఌ He shook his head with a smile and spoke

ఌ "Ever since you entered my life that suicide thought was out of my mind. Everything you do is literally mesmerizing to me, from how you fight and prove yourself in battle to how you snort when laughing. I really hope you know I am not joking with this and that you would really give me the chance to make you the happiest woman alive...s-so?"

ఌ Poor man got nervous at the end. where all them flirting skills gone Dazai

ఌ His answer was getting tackled in a big bear hug which caused a wide smile on his handsome features.

ᴀᴛsᴜsʜɪ Nᴀᴋᴀᴊɪᴍᴀ:

ᴥ︎ God have mercy on him.

ᴥ︎ This poor shy adorable yet brave baby was stuttering so much.

ᴥ︎He was in awe of your beauty.

ᴥ︎ "I h-have liked you f-for a long time and-" he took pauses between the sentences until at the end he slapped himself and held your hand with a determined look "I hope you can return my feelings and that I can put a smile on your face everyday"

ᴥ︎ Spun you around from happiness when you said yes.

ᴋᴜɴɪᴋɪᴅᴀ ᴅᴏᴘᴘᴏ:

✍︎︎ Drags you out of the office and stares you deadly in the eye.

✍︎︎ "My ideals say I should've met the woman that I would love after 4 years and then proceed to marriage and build a family but here you are... destroying every part of my ideals by making me love you."

✍︎︎ He held your hand gently "I wasn't supposed to love now, so will you take responsibility of this man who uncontrollably fell in love with you?"

✍︎︎ All I can say that he got the response he wants.

Tᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴋɪ ᴊᴜɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ:

☃︎ A really simple but very sweet confession.

☃︎ A lot of shyness but we will let it pass cause his blushing face behind adorable.

☃︎ "Y/N, I wanted to tell you that I love you a lot and that everything you do is making to me and you always make me happy and I hope you can take me as your boyfriend?"

☃︎ Very shy smile with the bouquet of your favorite flowers and chocolate in hand.

☃︎ My man almost fainted when you said yes.

Rᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ:

☕︎︎ Got you a box full of candy and a really cute letter in side of it and it said:

☕︎︎ "Every morning when I wake up the first thing hit my mind, is you. Loving you is like an addiction to me. My life was incomplete before you came into it. Since I met you, my life has changed completely. You and I, both meeting together was not an accident. Our story was written by almighty even before we met each other. I thank god every day from the core of my heart for this! I wish you knew how much I adore you. I love you!"

☕︎︎ When you finished reading it and said yes he hugged you and bragged loudly "I knew you would cause you actually made it obvious you liked me but I wanted to show you that I appreciate you nevertheless!"

ɴᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ:

➪ Now mister fancy hat here has fancy words and really did his best to impress you.

➪ His confession consisted of multiple stages.

➪ When you woke up in the morning, you were greeted by higuchi giving you a present and that present had your favorite time of food/takeout and she told you it was from Chuuya.

➪ Later on the day while sitting in your office you found a cute letter on your desk and it said.

➪ "My Sweetheart, I never believed in true love until I met you. Since then, loving you has become the only truth in my life. My world is so dreamlike now and all I dream of is you.

➪ If you knew how much my heart craves for you, you would never know yourself away from me. I love you truly, madly and deeply.

Your Hopefully Future Lover, Chuuya"

➪And once you exited your room you saw him with a smile on his face as he took of his hat and bowed to you "so do you accept my confession?"

ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ ʀʏᴜᴜɴᴏsᴜᴋᴇ:

☾ Okay as we all know this guy isnt the best at showing and dealing with his emotions.

☾ It took him a lot of time to actually figure out his feelings.

☾ His confession was a little aggressive and here is how it went:

☾ You were walking through the walls only to be suddenly pinned to the wall by a mad Akutagawa which made you quiver under his gaze as he started speaking "Why do I feel like this around you? Why does my heart speed up so much around you? What is this giddy feeling I feel whenever you smile? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?! Why do I feel like I can't go on without you...?" He looked so angry and full of confusion as he was screaming his oblivious confession.

☾ Mori was passing by at that time and basically made him figure out saying "Akutagawa you are in love with Y/N" then went on his merry way.

☾ Akutagawa looked at you again and said "will you be....my lover, I guess..."

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ғᴜɴ

Pairings: winwin x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom!winwin, brat!reader, some face slapping, spanking, hair grabbing, degradation, some praising at the end, rough sex, unprotected sex, crying, my sad attempt at writing subspace, aftercare

Synopsis: you try to dom sicheng, until you take it too far and the roles are switched back to normal

"Stay still, sicheng." You growled, gripping the mans chin to make him took at you, "And you call me needy." The eyes staring into his rolled making him scoff.

"You're lucky im even letting you do this." Sicheng placed his hands on your hips that were seated on top of his and toyed with the fabric of your pants.

You swatted his hands away, "Dont touch~" you mocked, just like he always does whenever you aren't on your best behavior. It always made you angry but doing it back gave you a sense of power for once.

"Dont be a brat." With bitterness laced in his voice, he decided to give up and place his hands behind his head to rest against the headboard. "Well," he started, "Are you gonna fuck me or not?" Sicheng raised a simple brow at you before you glared in return.

"Patience. That's what you taught me anyway."

"I also taught you to be good, but looks like you still haven't learned." He clenched his jaw.

Meanwhile you were ignoring him and started unbuckling his pants, easily taking his hard dick out. You smirked as he let out a hiss once the cool air in the room came in contact with it, "So sensitive. Isnt that cute."

Slowly, you moved your hand up and down his cock, purposely making him whine and whimper under you as you teased his slit for your own enjoyment. Sicheng slowly made his way down to where your hand was, grabbing your wrists but not pulling them off. He then threw his head back in pleasure, moaning your name out and saying how good you made him feel. Of course, he had to make your ego grow.

"Theres no way you're a dom," You smiled in a way that made his brows furrow before you spat in your hand and placed it back on his achingly hard cock. Sichengs hips lifted into your hands,, wanting more friction, but you pushed his hips down making him whine, "You're just a whiny little slut."

"Y-you did n-not just call me a whiny s-slut..." he tried his best sounding intimidating, but his voice failed him, creating an almost whimpering sound. "F-fuck, go faster."

"Dont tell me what to do." You stopped and squeezed his cock tightly, just enough to make him tighten his grasp on your wrists and groan from what sounded like pleasure and pain.

"Are you forgetting that I can easily put your ass back in its place?" Sicheng stared into your fiery eyes, anger written all over his face. It was stupid of him to even let you try and top him tonight, but he thought it would be something fun to try. But since you're you, you have to 'act' the part too. This made it way more fun.

"Id like to see you try." You stopped squeezing his cock, letting go of it as well and started taking the rest of your clothes off. Sichengs eyes wondered all around your body, taking in the curves and imperfection that made you look so beautiful and perfect in his eyes.

After removing your clothes, you took a seat back on his lap. Closer to his dick than before so he could feel your hot, dripping cunt.

"Hurry or ill fuck you myself." The man under you was holding himself back, all for your pleasure. You could call that sweet of him, but he did have a low patience level which you tested way too much.

"Maybe if you were a good boy."

Sicheng had to laugh, "Good boy? Why don't you be a good girl and ride me, that would be a start."

What was least expected from you, was a slap to sichengs face. He had to admit, it did startle him but it also unlocked a new level of anger that burned inside him.

"I told you to be patient." You smirked, "Impatient slut."

Sicheng had enough. In an instant, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you off him. Now, your face was shoved into the bed as your ass was in the air against his hips.

"Didn't I just say I could put you back in your place?" He landed a smack to your ass, causing you to whimper and arch your back, "Answer me before you can't sit for a month."

"Y-you did..." Your hand grabbed sichengs, trying to take them out of your hair. It was stupid, but you tried fighting back for your lost dominance. "Get off me!"

He spanked you again, "You're so fucking annoying, thinking you can tell me what to do. I never should have allowed you to dom me tonight."

It was quick the way sicheng didn't waste time sliding into your wet pussy. You knew he was desperate, but you didn't think he was this desperate to be inside you.

"You-youre still a-..fuck- a fu-fucking s-slut, sicheng." You pushed back, sichengs hand letting your hair fall around your face as he pushed on your lower back.

"Keep talking and I won't hesitate to edge you the rest of the night while I cum in your filthy cunt over and over again."

It was painful the way sicheng pounded into you. In fact, you were about to speak but his hips pistoned so hard that you couldn't dare open your mouth without a moan slipping out.

"Silent now?" He let out a breathy laugh, "Good, thats the way I like my little brat."

Everything felt so perfect, your eyes rolled into your head and you could see stars of pure bliss. Every vein and curve of his thick and long cock, you could feel too. You didn't want him to stop and you were so close yet so far with your orgasm.

"Si-sicheng..i-"

"No, don't even think about it."

But you couldn't not think about cumming. Especially when you felt him twitch inside you, knowing he was was on the edge.

That was when he released and painted your cunt white, but did he stop? Hell no. Sicheng continued pounding into you, tightening his grip on your hip and pushing harder on your back.

"Please i cant.." you cried into the sheets, your small fists balling up. This was so difficult, you couldn't hold it anymore.

The word 'please' spilled from your mouth over and over again like a chant, hoping your boyfriend could hear you begging.

"Fine. Cum."

Right after he spoke, your body shook violently as you came, crying loudly as the feeling washed over you. And almost instantly, after fucking you through your intense orgasm, sicheng slipped out of you letting his and your cum drip on the bed as he took you in his arms.

"Shh baby it's okay, I'm right here." He whispered in your ear, softly brushing against it with his lips. But you were too far gone, still not over the orgasm. "I'm gonna clean you up, okay?" You nodded slowly with tears still rolling down your cheeks, watching with big doe eyes as sicheng left to get a cloth so he could clean everything up.

You came back to your senses when sicheng came back. He was quick, cleaning everything like it was nothing and once he finished, he held you in his arms.

"You did so well, baby." He kissed you cheek, "Did I hurt you though? Did I go too rough?"

Shaking your head with a giggle you spoke, "No, it was fine, but...did I hit you too hard?"

He chuckled, "No, but you did shock me. It was pretty bold of you actually." His hand ruffled your already messy hair before saying, "Now get some sleep." His soft lips kissed yours delicately, "I know you're tired."

It was like he casted a spell, your eyes fluttered closed and soon you saw nothing but black.

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agippang12 · 3 years

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Hope this turned out the way you wanted!

mafia! Hwanwoong x fem reader (but isnt really stated)

part 2

mafia stuff, he's soft yandere ngl, obsessed, possessive, and kinda crazy Hwanwoong. there's a forced kiss in this! (established relationship) lmk if you want more stuff like this/another part of this!

You came home to your boyfriend of 2 months, Hwanwoong, disturbed. At work, you were approached by a man in the investigative services, a man looking for evidence against "Hwanwoong, the leader of ONEUS".

Hwanwoong? The man who stands on a table to avoid spiders? The leader of the largest crime group in South Korea?

You stood in the hallway, breathing slowly. You needed to prepare yourself. For what you'll say and for how he'll respond.

The sound of light footsteps grew closer and you could practically hear his excitement.

"Babe!" He rounded the corner, "how was work?"

He attempted to hold your hand but you moved away from him.

"It was fine." Hwanwoong could tell something was wrong, your eyebrows scrunched together, and your eyes looking at the ground. "We need to talk."

So there you were, sitting crosslegged, and staring Hwanwoong into submission. He was sitting across from you, nervously playing with his hands.

"So," you raised an eyebrow, "Anything you want to tell me?"

"Uh-" He looked around the room trying to find a clue. Is it because he ate her slice of cake? "If this is about the strawberry and cream cake slice I ate I promise I didn't mean to!"

"You ate my what-"

"Nevermind!" he quickly interjected. "Could you just tell me?"

You inhaled. You already knew what the answer would be but you needed the truth to come from him.

"Yeo Hwanwoong, the leader of ONEUS, right?"

Hwanwoong's blood went cold. He was going to tell you when you trusted him more, he was. But how did you find out?

"B-baby I can explain!" He chuckled nervously. "If you could just tell me who told you, I promise I'll explain everything."

You sighed. "I'm sorry Hwanwoong, but I can't date... a person like you."

As you started to stand up, you missed Hwanwoong's fists tightening. His breathing was staggered and his brows furrowed.

"Someone like me?" He laughed in disbelief, a dark sound. Hwanwoong sounded dangerous. For the first time since you met him, he sounded dangerous.

He stood up, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes was held on his face. The man reached over to his phone and typed a short sentence. "Honey, I've been genuine with you this whole time. But if you can't see that, I think I'm going to have to change how we do things here."

"That's what I'm saying, Hwanwoong." You said, hands out in a 'calm down' motion. "We need to break up because we aren't doing well together."

This time, the smile wasn't even there when you looked up at him. He dropped his phone on the couch and took hold of your hand instead. Hwanwoong pushed you against the wall, one of his large hands holding both of your wrists above your head. He leaned in, trying to kiss you. Trying to make you feel the sparks he always does. Trying to show you his desperation.

But you moved your head away. He scoffed. He grabbed your face and planted a hard kiss on your lips. The longer it went on the more he calmed down. His kissing went from a harsh, angry one to a desperate attempt at showing you his emotions. You could feel his erratic breaths and what sounded like sobbing. You opened your eyes.

Hwanwoong... Was crying?

He let go of you and slumped onto your shoulder, his body shaking.

"Please," he cried, "don't leave me."

"Hwanwoong, I have to."

"You cant! I love you and I need you!" He brought his eyes back up to meet yours. "And I'll do whatever I have to, to make you mine."

Shivers went down your spine. Yep, he's crazy.

You laughed nervously, "I understand, Hwanwoong. Let me put my shoes by the door, hm?"

You seemed to persuade him enough to fully let you go, though his eyes still followed your figure. Taking a deep breath in, you grabbed the front door handle and pulled hard. But all you were met with were large men in maroon suits and earpieces blocking the way. Hands wrapped around your waist.

"I texted them earlier," Hwanwoong whispered bitterly into your ear. "In case you were scared and needed... protection."

"Yeo Hwanwoong, this has gone too far, and you know it!" You struggled against his hold.

"I know. And I'm sorry. But I do love you. And I can't live without you."

#kpop #mafia oneus #mafia au #mafia kpop #mafiaromance #oneus fanfic #oneus hwanwoong #oneus imagines

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chaos-and-recover · 3 years

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I am married to someone with an intense, if only midsized, fanbase. Parasocial relationships have been a part of our lives since long before it was a buzzword. It is weirdly fascinating to us, but sometimes a bit frightening. Now that it is the buzzword of the hour, seeing it misattributed is one of our pet peeves. I have seen people claim any amount of interaction on the fan's end is "pick me" (although fan interaction is necessary for his job) or claim that him utilizing social media makes him more culpable for forcing parasocial relationships on the fans because of power imbalances. If he is obvious about promoting something, though, it doesn't go over well because audiences don't want to feel like their being advertised to. Parasocial relationships are sometimes hurtful and scary on our end. 1) There was a woman who had been following his career since the 90s, when he wasn't as well known. She would often send him letters, gifts. Within the past 5 years something changed. I don't know why, but she suddenly began to consider him a boyfriend of sorts. He had never responded to these letters. I discovered she had been catfishing me under my private, locked social media accounts under a fake name, pretending to be someone I knew from high school. He blocked her on all social media. She harassed his coworkers until they blocked her too. A friend of mine said she went on TikTok to brag about how overly sensitive celebrities will block if you call them out for not being better than regular people. Meanwhile, we got a letter from her last year begging for him to forgive whatever she did that offended him. 2) 15ish years ago, in a magazine interview, my husband states his fave color. 2 years ago, I was having lunch with a friend, without my husband. A younger woman approached the table. She asksnif my husband was around and I said that he wasn't. Immediately her tone and expression changed to something nasty. She asked if I would at least give him a painting she had done of him. It was all done in various shades of the same color. I commented on this and she sneered at me with; "It's his fave color." I am still trying to be polite at this point and casually go; "Oh is it?" and she ery rudely snaps that I am his wife and I don't know his fave color like SHE does, so I have had it and say, assertively that I've had enough and she needs to leave. I gave it to my husband and told him the encounter. He laughed about it and said that it wasn't his fave color anymore. I had never thought to ask about his fave color because it just didn't seem important to either of us. He had never asked mine. Her twitter handle was on the painting so I looked it up. Her and a few friends were discussing the incident, using my first and last initials and my husband's first. They were discussing how clearly they know him deeper than I do, that he must secretly hate me if his own wife doesn't understand him like she does, and she altered the story so that she had seen him there earlier so I was clearly lying and that she had timidly approached the table and I had screamed at her that the color was ugly. I don't watch his interviews unless he specifically asks me to, because this is like listening in on someone's work meeting. This has been misconstrued by "fans" that I don't support him. I absolutely do, 200%, probably more than they support their husband's jobs, but watching his interviews isnt how i support him. I support him in our home, in our phone calls, in other ways he appreciates in our personal lives. Parasocial relationships are absolutely fine, until people start to believe they aren't in one, or that it is somehow more substantial than personal relationships the celebrities have with their loved ones. They truly think that they can Sherlock Holmes someone enough to truly know them better than the ones who actually know them in real life. (Sorry if you got this multiple times. Tumblr said it didnt send my ask.)

(Same anon from before) What fans need to understand is that parasocial relationships are good. It is fine to be a fan of someone, support their career, analyze them and write fanfiction and draw fanart of them or their characters. This is how my husband keeps his job, this is completely normal fan behavior. It isnt bad for the sake of existing. But they need to be aware that it is parasocial. I think the problem doesn't lie with parasocial relationships so much as when those in the relationship aren't aware that it is parasocial. Those who are aware of it being parasocial aren't the ones claiming that I do not know my husband but that they do or sending him love letters thinking their in a relationship with him. Those who know it is parasocial know that there is a difference between him answering questions in an interview (after being coached by a professional on how to appear and how to speak, and going into it knowing 90% of the questions) and having a conversation when there aren't cameras around, behind closed door. There is a difference between remembering a list of favorite things and watching someone enjoy those things in the moment every day in person. You just HAVE to be aware that they ARE parasocial.

First of all I gotta say I'm SUPER curious who you are (obviously you don't have to tell me!)! I've heard and seen things like what you described happen in several different fandoms of varying popularity, and I'm sorry you have to deal with that. But you're 100% right, engaging in regular fandom behaviour is perfectly normal, even interacting with creators/actors/musicians/whoever on social media (or in person if you meet them). It's HOW you interact with them. You need to both have your own and respect their boundaries.

I'm a fan of a couple 80s/90s boybands, as you just... ARE as an elder millennial lmao, and I can understand how easy it is as a young teen to go too far and cross boundaries because you just don't have the life experience or really, emotional regulation to interact with your idols in a normal way. But I've seen that now carry on well into adulthood, the things grown-ass women TO THIS DAY say about the wives of some of these band members is shocking (maybe not to you though since you've lived it!). I've had several conversations where I've had to remind people that literally every interaction they've had with these people at official meet & greets and stuff, even to an extent their interactions on social media, it's like the famous-person equivalent of Customer Service Voice. They're working! Of course they're nice to you when you paid like $500 to talk to them for thirty seconds! It doesn't mean you're friends!

(Not shaming paid M&Gs, I've done them, I'd do them again, it's an opportunity my 13 year old self never thought she'd had but like... I'm not secretly dating a Backstreet Boy because I met them for five seconds, y'know?)

Anyway yeah... all this to say, you're right. Parasocial relationships are a natural part of fandom and they're FINE and GOOD you just gotta respect boundaries.

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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Can I Help You?

Paul (The Lost Boys) x Gay!male reader

Warnings: very vague mentions of violence, mentions of homophobia

Context: After being kicked out o his home by his father, (Y/n) finds himself at the Boardwalk, where a certain vampire offers him some comfort.

A/N: I've had this rattling around in my head for days, so I thought I'd write it out. I'm sorry if it isnt that great, I'm new to writing this sort of a character and I was a little sketchy on how Paul would react in this situation.

My feet ache from use as I trail onto the Boardwalk after a couple of hours of aimless wandering, my mind numbed after being encompassed by grief for so long, dried tears streaking my cheeks. No one gives me a second glance, not a care in the world given to the eighteen year old boy limping around the streets with a tattered rucksack strapped to his back, his jacket stained by the beer his father threw at him when he was kicked out. No, not a care in the world.

I tighten my fingers around the strap of my bag, trying to adjust the weight a little more evenly across my back, my shoulders protesting painfully as I try to mingle with the crowd, ignoring the bustling people around me with the intention of finding a place to sit for a while and think up a plan as to what the hell I'm supposed to do. In my ears, the cacophony of voices and tinny music is loud and harsh, especially after the shouting matches I took part in, not too long ago, a wince escaping me as a particularly rowdy surfer yells out to his friends from behind me. Starting, I manage to bump into someone behind me, who instinctively pushes me back with an angry curse, causing me to blurt out a rushed apology before I dart away from them, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Already, I can feel the tears resurfacing, their heated droplets threatening to spill out over my cheeks as I do my best to force them down again, a choking sensation rising in my throat. Stopping in my tracks, I frantically look around, disorientated with all the people pushing and shoving past me, the sounds all blurring into one as my vision does the same, panic and fear rising within me as I try to calm myself down, breathing heavily. Instinctually, I manage to work my way out of the crowd, my hands grasping at the low wall that separates the beach from the Boardwalk, my head tucked to my chest as I try my best to calm my erratic breathing and pounding heartbeat, focusing on the sensation of each gasp of air flowing in and out of my lungs.

Eventually, I find myself sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall behind me, my head thrown back to maximise the passage of air into my body, my rucksack cradled on my lap, the straps wrapped tightly around my fingers - a nervous habit I've never managed to shake. Sweat coats my forehead, my hair sticking to my skin uncomfortably even as I lift a hand to brush it away, more strands falling into place to replace the ones I move. Thankfully, my senses have returned to normal, though my resolve has once again broken, the tears of anger, betrayal and grief dripping steadily down my damp cheeks, leaving small spots on my denim jacket as they fall off my jaw, making me look as though I were in my own little raincloud of misery. For a while I stay sat there, drowning myself in my sorrows, wishing I had a bottle of hard alcohol to help me forget, even if the solution is only temporary, my mind aching and longing for relief.

I barely notice when someone sits next to me, only really looking up when they clear their throat, finding myself face to face with a familiar, handsome blonde, with a mess of hair on his head and warm blue eyes taking in my appearance, his lanky frame folding up neatly, yet somehow languidly at the same time, beside mine. On any over day, I would've spent hours just staring at someone as good looking as he is.

"C-can I h-help you?" I force out, my voice cracking with barely concealed emotion.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" The blonde responds, smirking gently at me, even though I don't return the gesture.

"If you want to, I guess." I say, frowning a bit in confusion, my arms tightening around my rucksack out of habit.

"Well then, can I help you?" He pushes, his smirk becoming an encouraging smile instead, "What happened?"

"Why do you care? No one else does." I sigh, bitterly, a little suspicious of his behaviour.

"Beacuse I hate seeing sweet people like you in pain." He replies, eyes softening when he notices the blush creeping onto my cheeks from the compliment.

"How do you know I'm sweet? I could be a monster." I point out, looking over at him.

Surprisingly, he chuckles at this, the sound sparking an odd feeling in my stomach, as if someone housed a hundred butterflies inside me.

"Trust me, you're no monster." He reassures me, his expression taking on a knowing look as I give him an unsure one, "And as for being sweet, I've seen you around here before, with your boyfriend, and there are very few people who I would consider sweeter. Speaking of which where is he?"

At the reminder, I look down, my heart wrenching painfully as I recall my last conversation with him.

"...you're worthless, (Y/n), so I'm ending it. Don't come near me ever again, unless you want me to show you how pathetic you really are."

He'd slammed the door on me then, but not after throwing our anniversary gift at me from the threshold, the little bracelet I bought him clattering against the hard ground at my feet, my heart tearing itself to pieces.

"Hey, what's wrong? What did I do?" My newfound companion breaks me from my thoughts, his voice laced with panic and concern, a hand placed hesitantly against my arm as he leans forwards to look me in the eye, his other hand coming around to cup my face. I blink away the tears before replying.

"You...you didn't do anything..." I manage to grit out between sobs, collecting myself enough to give him an answer, "He broke up with me, and then my dad threw me out. I've got nowhere to go and no one to turn to. I'm alone."

At my confession, his blue eyes cloud with shock and horror, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he tries to respond.

"Why'd your dad throw you out?" He asks me quietly, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into my skin.

"Because I'm gay." I admit, looking down until he tilts my head back up to him, a determined look in his eyes.

"That doesn't make you a bad person. You are who you are, and it's his fault for not being able to see that. As for your ex, he'll soon realise he's missing out on a lifetime of greatness with you, and by then, it'll be too late for him to make amends. And if you need a place to stay and a friend to get you through it all, well, I'm here aren't I?"

Shock and surprise fill me at his offer, my mind already reeling at his show of kindness, my heart aching to go with him.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose..."

"Of course! There's plenty of space back home for one more tenant, though you'll have to deal with my friends and the fact that "home" is not necessarily the sort of thing you'd expect..." He confirms, sitting back on his heels as he waits for a reply, smiling at me.

"Well, if you're sure it's ok, then I'd love to come with you." I agree somewhat hesitantly, a little nervous after having only just meeting him.

"Of course. There is one condition, though."

"What is it?" I ask, hoping I'll be able to abide by this, and it won't be too costly.

"I'll need to take your name."

"My na...? Oh, yeah, of course. I'm (Y/n)." I respond, relief flooding my voice as I take his outstretched hand, blushing when he lifts it to his face and kisses my knuckles, shooting me a mischievous grin.

"Paul. It's nice to finally meet you." He says to me, helping me to my feet with a gentle pull, "You ever ridden a motorcycle before?"

"Err, I can't say I have, no."

"Well, there's a first time for everything. You just have to hold on. Tight." The blonde smirks, tugging me along to where a black and red motorcycle is leaning against the railing, a few tyre tracks around it showing where there were other bikes around it.

"O-k." I reply slowly, gingerly climbing up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist with some trepidation.

"We'll be home before you know it." And with that, the tall blonde lets out an ecstatic shriek as he kicks the engine into gear, the motorcycle swiftly jumping into motion. Despite my terror, a cautious grin creeps onto my face as we hurtle off onto the road and into a better future.

#joel schumacher #the lost boys #vampire #paul(the lost boys)#santa carla #the lost boys imagine

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smolfrogi · 4 years

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Love amongst the himbos

Chapter 2: Oh

TWs: extremely mild homophobia towards the end, micro aggression towards the Fire Nation, etc. Nothing too extreme

Here we gooo

"Zuko! How was school today?" Zuko's uncle always had a hopeful smile on his face.

"Good." Zuko sighed, fire lacing his breath. He hung up his backpack and sat at the table with him.

"Did you make any new friends?" Iroh asked, pouring a cup of tea.

"Yeah. Sokka, I think."

"He sounds wonderful."

"No yeah, he's great." Zuko looked up. "What happened to my mother?" Iroh clenched the teapot tightly. "How did the war even end? It seems like everything just stopped and the Fire Nation fell."

"She ran away, Zuko, and the Fire Nation fell apart when Azulon and Ozai died. You know that."

Zuko narrowed his eyes, well, eye. "What aren't you telling me?" Iroh set down the teapot. "Are you lying?" They both sat in silence for a moment.

".....yes," Iroh sighed. "I don't think you want to know."

"I knew it! I knew she wouldn't just leave me!" Zuko smiled subtly. "Of course I want to know. She left, I can't imagine why."

"You can't?"

"No."

"What happened the year before she vanished, Prince Zuko?"

"She ran away."

"And?"

"...And while she was gone, I got-" Zuko paused. "What does this have to do with anything?"

Iroh sighed. "You must figure it out yourself or be patient."

"I have a lot of homework." Zuko sighed. Iroh frowned, but didn't protest.

"Do what you must to succeed." Zuko nodded, closing the door of his room.

"Ursa....of..the..fire....nation.." Zuko muttered. "6 results? Are you kidding me?" Zuko slammed his head on his desk. He opened his laptop and found the assignment.

'What caused the Fire Nation to collapse? What scared off the residents?' Zuko stared at the screen. "This seems like it goes against several exposure laws."

Zuko's phone dinged.

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈 is typing...

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: Hi

Zuko👁👄💥: Hi

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈 is typing...

Zuko's heart was in his throat. He wasn't sure what would happen. What if he'd already said the wrong thing? What if... What if he-

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: I can't remember the english word for like-

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: okay so when something isnt cold so it hurts??

Zuko👁👄💥: Hot? Burn?

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: yeah thanks

oh, okay.

Sokka pov

Nice save, dumbass. Sokka thought.

"Ohhhh! $2, Aang!" Toph laughed.

"What!?" Sokka looked up at them from the floor.

"I bet her $2 you wouldn't chicken out of flirting with him." Aang sighed, passing two dollar bills to Toph. Sokka sighed.

"Guys, I've known him for a day." Sokka grumbled.

"True, but $2 is $2." Toph shrugged.

"Katara!" Sokka shouted. "Tell your boyfriend and your friend to get out of my room!"

"Wowwww." Aang mumbled as he dragged Toph out of the room.

Sokka sighed.

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: How's homework for you?

Zuko👁👄💥: what the fuck is math

Sokka: yikes

Sokka: you want some help?

Zuko: alright I guess

Zuko pov

Does this count as a date? I think it does? Is a study-date still a real date? Zuko thought about everything while he walked downtown. This area of the city was different. Then again, Zuko and Iroh lived above their tea shop. This area was more residential.

"Watch it scarboy!" Zuko swerved to avoid someone hitting his shoulder. Fuck you, stranger. He kept walking.

Zuko took out his found and stared at the address. Sokka's bitmoji thing popped up. Fucking snapchat. Now I have to say something.

Zuko: I'll be there in five minutes

sokka: k thanks

Zuko sighed. "Just breathe, you've got this." Just take a step and drop it, compliment her hair or- now is now the time for songs.

Zuko knocked on the door. Sokka answered almost immediately. "Hi!" He smiled. Zuko smiled back, it was like he couldn't help it. "Come on in!"

"Oh, he's- okay." Hakoda glanced around. Sokka practically growled.

"That's my dad, Hakoda. Let's go upstairs?" Sokka grabbed his wrist, not tightly enough for the bad type of panic, but still panic.

"Hey! Is that Zuko?" Katara asked as they walked past his room.

"Yup! This is my sister, Katara, and her friend, Toph. Oh, and her boyfriend, Aang."

"It's nice to meet you all." Zuko looked uncomfortable, so they took a few more steps into Sokka's room.

His bed was like a bunk bed with a couch instead of a bottom bunk. A TV sat on his dresser, which was across from the bed. Next to the dresser was a corner desk covered in papers and books.

"Alright, which question are you on?" Sokka interrupted his thoughts.

"1."

"Oof." Sokka beckoned him towards the desk. Zuko walked over. "Alright so the formula is y2-y1 over x2-x1."

"I thought it was x1-x2 over y1-y2."

"Well you were wrong." Sokka smiled. Zuko sighed. "So, the first y coordinate is at the y-intercept, which is at what point?"

"(0,6)."

"So it's the y coordinate of the other point- 7-6=1 so the numerator is 1! Ya got all that?"

"Yup, and I cant believe I'm struggling with 9th grade math."

"You're in your Junior year."

"Yeah. I'm just that bad." Zuko chuckled. Sokka explained more of the math and helped with science, Zuko finally got to help him with French.

"I speak like...." Zuko stopped and pulled out his hand, mumbling while he counted on his fingers. "English, French, Japanese, Russian, Italian, uhh I know a tiny bit of Khoisan. I'm still a beginner in Vietnamese, at least according to the placement test of duolingo."

"Wow...I only know English and Inuktiut! Plus one phrase in Irish." Sokka was in awe.

"What phrase? How come only one?"

"Buachaill maith. Good boy. I learned the phrase a while back, the manager of the store I work at was fluent."

"So do you want me to teach you all the swear words in every language I speak? I can also teach you how to call someone a dumb bitch in sign language."

"Please do."

So they spent 3 hours learning cuss words in their respective languages. They are 16 years old, what do you expect?

"I have to get going. It's gonna be time for dinner." Zuko sighed, suddenly unable to remake his smile from a moment ago.

"You could stay here for dinner?" Sokka pleaded.

"Thanks, but no. I didn't even tell my uncle where I was going. He's probably worried." Zuko sighed.

Sokka stood up and they walked out. Gran Gran was walking about the kitchen, in the middle of making dinner. Zuko was still thanking Sokka for the help. Gran Gran narrowed her eyes.

"Sokka, who is this?" She didn't even pretend to smile. Sokka glared at her.

"Zuko. He's my friend." Sokka answered.

"He's Fire Nation."

"What an astute observation." Sokka snarled, walking Zuko to the door. "Get home safe!"

"I will!" He responded. Zuko sighed in defeat, as soon as he left he could hear Sokka snapping. Of course people hate the Fire Nation. Why wouldn't they? Shootout to the non-bender nations for staying out of the war. They hardly had any territory yet they fought amongst themselves. Every nation had nonbenders, but the non-bender nations had no benders at all.

Zuko walked across the half-empty side walk. Thoughts were racing in his head. Why did it feel so amazing being around Sokka? Why was Sokka so defensive of him? Why did Sokka's room look like heaven? Is Sokka gay or bi? What's the difference between bread and cake? Am I gay?

Am I gay?

Zuko shook his head, trying to shake off the thought. "I'm straight, right? I'm straight." He sighed. His dad would kill him if he knew. He was completely sunken in thought when his phone started vibrating.

'Pick up your phone. Do it!' 'Do it or we'll kill you!' 'NO!' Zuko picked up his phone and swiped up, gulping at the thought of it. He hadn't heard that tone in years.

"Hello, brother."

Alright you'll get to finish the cliffhanger in about 2-3 weeks. I'm not a fast writer.

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