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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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hi! i love your writing so much! could i request when their s/o who doesn't really vent or complain much finally breaks down? how would skz comfort them? 🥺

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟

or…stray kids reacting to when their s/o who doesn't complain finally breaks down

♩ g/n!reader, hurt and comfort, mostly angst and a little fluff at the end, a lot of crying

♩♩ word count: 2.3k (yeah it's a bit longer than normal hcs)

♩♩♩ A/N: I basically wrote a whole fic on this for chan so I'm just gonna leave a link to that for him

prompt list here (or you can request ur own)

(don't ask me why some (felix) of these are wayyy longer than others...I just got really carried away lol)

Chan

this chan one-shot I wrote pretty much is exactly this prompt but even more pain (?) so if you want a "break-up then getting back together" with a lot of crying, go ahead and read it! If not, here's a shortened version:

He wasn't someone who would take advantage of your patience, or test it.

But stress could sometimes turn his head.

He hasn't slept well for many days consecutively.

From what his members told you, he didn't seem to be eating properly either.

Today you were a little worried and brought along food you made to the studio, but was scolded by him in front of Changbin and Jisung.

You couldn't stand his reaction, but in order not to let him lose face in front of members, you held back your anger and left his studio in disappointment.

He would immediately notice his fault and properly admit his fault to you.

When he saw you crying, he was about to fall to his knees and slap himself in front of you.

"Don't cry, baby, I know I was wrong, it's all my fault… It's my fault, I shouldn't have spoken to you as I did …… Everything you did was for my own good, how could I not cherish you? I'm just… the worst boyfriend ever ……"

You weren't going to be continuously angry at him either, after all, who could stay angry at Chan?

It's just that for the next many days he'd be extra cautious.

Constantly promising you that he'll never throw his temper on you ever again.

Minho

If Chan never tests your boundaries… All I can say is that Minho tries your boundaries 24/7.

At least, it felt like it.

Sometimes you even felt like he might not love you very much.

(You were very wrong, he just might be the most loving person in the world. It's just unfortunate that he's a tsundere who doesn't want to, and doesn't know how to express it)

You knew he liked to tease others, not out of true malice, it was just a way for him to show closeness.

But sometimes, you still thought sometimes, unconsciously, that there was more to his words.

He sensed something off when you didn't answer him with a smile as usual.

He wanted to apologize immediately, after all, hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do.

But before he could say anything, he heard your sob.

In that moment, it was as if all rationality had left his head.

He rushed up and stopped in front of you, wanting to reach out and hug you, but hesitated.

He didn't know if you wanted his hug right now.

"I'm sorry …… I, I didn't mean it like that ……"

You heard an unprecedented level of apology in his tone.

Only after making sure you didn't reject his physical contact did he gently bring you into his arms.

"Y/N…you know the one thing I can't stand to see is you crying ……"

Changbin

Perhaps because you never really expressed that "you needed him ", he had always thought that you were a rather independent person.

You were independent, but that didn't mean you didn't need him when you were vulnerable.

When you came home today, you didn't know why, but it was as if all the stress and emotions of the past few months had come flooding back.

He was always very assertive in what he did, but at that moment he suddenly didn't know what to do.

He felt a pain in his chest, and wanted to try to do something to make you feel less sad.

He opened and shut his mouth a few times, but he couldn't get a single word out.

He had never seen you like this before, your vulnerable side, needing help.

"Y/N…you still have me, I'm right by your side ……"

In the end, that's all he came out with.

But really, just knowing that he was still there for you was enough.

As long as he could show that he cared about you and wanted to help you, it was enough.

Hyunjin

A fight with Hyunjin was essentially a one-sided complaint from him.

No, calling it a "fight" would be incorrect. After all, he was almost always the only one talking.

You had a good temper and you basically didn't argue with anyone as long as they didn't hit your no-go areas.

With Hyunjin, most of the time he would just ramble on and on, and you thought he was kind of cute when he rambled on like that.

But for some reason, you just didn't like hearing him talk like that this time.

For the first time, you got angry with him, raised your voice, and made a face he hadn't seen before.

He froze for a moment, and a feeling of frustration that came out of nowhere came over him.

He hurriedly turned away, not wanting you to see his damp eyes.

He knew it was his own fault, and that it was you who should be more in need of reassurance right now.

But he couldn't stop his disobeying tears either.

For the first time, he saw you angry, at him.

He was afraid.

You took a few deep breaths and largely eased up.

"Jinnie…? I was… I don't know what just happened to me ……"

The nearly 180cm tall man was holding his own shoulders, sniffling like a frightened little animal.

"I'm sorry ……"

You heard him whisper, so faintly that you almost didn't catch it.

"Jinnie?" "I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Y/N ……"

He turned to you and hugged you, grabbing the fabric on your back and speaking in a weepy voice.

"I'll never do it again… Don't make that face, don't get mad at me, I, I don't want to …… I don't want to see you like this, I'm scared ……"

"Don't be afraid… There's no need to be afraid. I would never do anything to hurt you or really be angry with you. And you know that, right? I love you too much ……"

Not sure how long these words were repeated later before he finally was at ease.

Jisung

You always listened to his troubles, his trivialities, his heart.

But every time it was your turn, he seemed to be busy and always had other "more important things" to do.

In your mind, things about him were the most important things.

But perhaps to him, your worries and heartfelt words weren't very important.

"I sometimes… I don't think you actually care about me much at all."

"……. What?"

When he heard you say that, he felt his heart pause.

How could you think that? What on earth did he do to make you think that way?

He thought you knew that he wouldn't be able to live at all without you.

"If you really did care about me, Jisung, why weren't you ever interested in what was going on with my life? Why do you never come to care about me when I look sad and upset?"

It was the first time he heard you say such words, the first time he heard you express your "need for care".

"It's not that… It's not like that. ….. Y/N……"

He frowned and rushed to your side to hold your face in his hands.

"I care about you, I just …… I was just so stupid, I thought you didn't say anything because you wanted to be on your own- I, I was really stupid. It's really stupid now that I think about it …… I'm sorry, I'm sorry …… I'm so awful, I ……"

If you thought Hyunjin had cried a lot, you must have never seen Jisung cry.

He canceled all his work plans that night and stayed by your side to keep you company.

You two cried like that for hours.

Felix

You didn't want to show your sad side in front of Felix.

He was your little sunshine, always smiling and making your every day better.

You thought you should give him all the good things too, not your tears or bitterness.

But what you didn't realize was that he actually took everything in stride.

Every time you held back, every time you silently sighed, it was like a small dagger stuck in his heart.

In his eyes, your behavior was as if you "did not trust him ".

After he had such thoughts, he began to distance himself from you.

And you weren't stupid, you realized within a few days that something was wrong with him.

You felt as if your little sun was starting to dim.

This only made you even more upset and confused.

You finally couldn't stand it and called out to him when he turned away immediately after seeing you.

"Did I do something wrong?"

His back trembled a little.

"Is it because I've done something wrong that you've been distancing yourself from me?"

"I distanced myself from you?" He turned back to you, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Felix?"

"Am I the one distancing myself from you, or are you the one distancing yourself from me? Y/N, you never complain to me, you don't speak your heart to me, you never rely on me! What do you want me to do if you don't show your heart to me?Y/N…I don't want to let go …… But I feel like I'm the only one in love."

You too finally couldn't help yourself. Your clenched fist trembling.

"I don't complain, I don't speak from my heart, I don't vent negative energy to you because I'm afraid it will affect you! I'm afraid you might get upset because of me …… You are already tired from your work, you don't need more burden ……"

"How can you say your business is burdensome?"

He seemed to get a little angry, walking quickly up to you to stare you in the eye.

You had calmed down somewhat when you saw his expression, but your mouth still started moving on its own.

"I want you to see only the good side of me Felix …… I do this because… Because I know deep down that I'm not worthy of-"

He didn't wait for you to finish your sentence as he immediately cupped your face and pressed his lips into yours, making you swallow back the last bit of that sentence.

Kisses with Felix were always sweet.

But this time it was bitter.

"I forbid you to say that, forever."

"You're going to rely on me and say everything to me. You will let me bear with you all the things between the two of us. I will not allow you to hold back by yourself. And you will definitely not be allowed to say ridiculous things like you don't deserve me."

"Y/N, I don't know how many times I have to say "I love you" before you believe me, but if you need 100 times, I'll say it 1000 times. If you need 1,000 times, I'll say it 10,000 times!"

He really was the sunshine that lit up your life, your little sun.

Seungmin

You were really not a person who liked to complain and thought that everything was something that could be tolerated.

Seungmin, like you, was also someone who basically didn't talk about their troubles and liked to digest them by themselves.

But lately, you really felt like the whole world was your enemy, and Seungmin was the only one on your side.

When he opened the door at night and saw you crying alone on the couch, he was absolutely frozen.

He stood still as if his brain had stopped working.

You thought he would laugh at you and take a picture of your crying face and send it to the rest of the members.

But he came and sat down next to you and hugged you silently.

He knew you were under a lot of pressure lately, from all aspects of your life.

Only when you were at home, when you were with him did you find yourself a last safe haven.

How could he possibly laugh at you at such a time?

Where you couldn't see, his eyes were reddened as well.

"It's funny, isn't it, the way I look now ……"

"Not at all."

He tightened his arm around you, trying hard to make you feel his warmth.

"Seungmin…I just feel so tired ……"

"I know, I know …… You can rest now that I'm here."

Jeongin

He was easily driven by emotions and couldn't stand seeing anyone cry.

But especially when he saw you crying, his tears literally slid down in a flash.

He knew that you like to endure stress by yourself, and he watched in silence.

It is just that he is young, and sometimes doesn't really know what to do in the face of such things.

He wanted to help you, but felt that maybe letting you alone was the right choice.

Only when you broke down like now, did he have the confidence to come to your side.

He gently stroked your back and sobbed himself, but insisted on smoothing your breath.

He rested his forehead on your back, didn't speak, simply stayed by your side.

He wouldn't initiate conversation, but if you did, he would respond to your words competently.

After you were "back to normal ", he asked you cautiously about "what I should do next time if this happens again?"

You were amused by his cute and sincere question and reached out to pet his fluffy head.

Then patiently answered each of his questions.

You asked him, too, what he wanted you to do when he was feeling upset.

He was happy that with this conversation, he got to know you a little better and felt closer to you.

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz angst #stray kids angst #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Hello! Your answer to that last request absolutely ruined me (in the best way possible)

If you'd like to leave it completely ambiguous that's fine, but I was wondering about an Impulse POV of what goes through his mind when he wakes up and sees Tango? Depending on whether the game ends immediately after that, whether him and Brody have to do something extra to end the game, or if you want to go full bad ending and have the game carry on in that broken state forever.... It could be very different each way, but I'd certainly love to read that aftermath if you would enjoy writing it (because obviously I'm not in enough pain already :D /s)

this is a sequel to this one :D very glad that two of my favourite requesters liked it enough to ask for a follow up!

I also love my Patented Vaunna Uncertain Endings (as Shade put it lol) bc it leads to at least one person yelling at me and at least one follow-up request demanding to know what happens (/pos ofc i love all you guys’ requests)

also yes i’m so sorry Raven i only just realised i wasnt following you asdfghjkl i thought i already was

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Impulse opens his eyes. Letting out a groan, he sluggishly pushes himself into a sitting position. His head feels like it’s being clamped in a vice, but he has enough wits to register the scene in front of him.

Tango is lying in a pool of blood just a foot away from him, arm outstretched towards him as if trying to reach him.

He can’t stop staring at his best friend’s body. Tango is clearly dead, and Impulse remembers causing it. So why hasn’t the game ended? It should have ended when Brody killed Endless, but it didn’t. Now the only two people left on the ship are the two imposters. There’s literally nothing else that can be done to end the game, except…

Impulse glances down at Tango’s tablet, then at the upload panel. At this point, he’ll do anything to end this game, even if it means losing.

So he picks up Tango’s tablet, ignoring the almost painful tingle shooting through his hand. The game’s code is uncomfortable with him picking up a crewmate’s tablet. And even though he can’t see the screen, he knows what the last task is. So he hopes that the game will let him complete it. There shouldn’t be any protocols in place to stop this; after all, when would an imposter EVER want to do a crewmate’s task?

“What are you-?” comes Brody’s voice suddenly.

Impulse turns to find Brody freezing at the sight of Tango’s body.

“We’re the only two left,” Impulse confirms. “We gotta finish the last task, even if it means we lose. Otherwise we might be trapped here forever.”

Brody slowly nods. He and Impulse are in an odd state; the imposter bloodlust is slowly starting to wear off, leaving him with an uncomfortable mixture of satisfaction and horror at the sight of his old friend’s dead body.

“I think I might throw up,” he groans, turning away and doubling over, hands pressed to his stomach.

Impulse just keeps going with the task, his heart starting to beat faster. He hopes this will work. If it doesn’t…

...he can’t think about that.

As the upload finishes, he squeezes his eyes shut and holds his breath.

He feels something shift around him…

…and when he opens his eyes, he finds himself back in the lobby.

But only one other person is there with him.

Impulse and Brody slowly look around the room, registering their situation, before simultaneously meeting each other’s gaze.

“This is really bad,” says Brody after a moment, stating aloud what they’re both thinking.

Impulse nods, trying and failing to suppress the feeling of cold terror rapidly growing in his stomach. “Y-Yeah. Where are our friends and why aren’t they here?”

Recalling Etho teaching him how to access the code, Brody pulls up the admin screen. Impulse anxiously watches him tap away at it.

“Is it possible to go back to that exact game?” he asks hesitantly.

“I think so. Gimme a sec.”

After a tense few minutes, an open doorway appears in the side of the lobby. Through it, Impulse can see the Skeld cafeteria.

“I’ve altered your code slightly so you should be able to see and hear ghosts,” Brody says. “Go see if you can find out where our friends are. I’ll stay here and make sure you don’t get trapped there.”

Impulse takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Good luck, my friend.”

“I’m gonna need it.”

Impulse carefully steps through the door, half expecting it to vanish behind him. But to his relief, it doesn’t.

Where the heck is he supposed to start?

After a moment, Impulse goes into admin. But the admin table tells him nothing except his own location. Next, he rushes over to security. Again, however, the cameras yield nothing useful.

Time for Plan C.

“SKIIIIIIIIIZZ!” Impulse shrieks, running madly through the hallways. “TANGOOOO! ETHOOOOOOOOOO!”

For a worrying minute or so, there’s no replies at all.

Then…

“Impulse!”

He skids to a halt in the hallway between weapons and shields, his head automatically snapping round to face the direction he heard the voice yell his name from.

That’s when he sees two ghosts flying towards him from navigation. “Tango! Etho!”

“Impulse, you can see us?!” yelps Tango. “And hear us?!”

Impulse nods. “Yeah! Oh my gosh, a-are you two okay? I’m so sorry!”

“This isn’t your fault, Impulse,” Etho says firmly. “You were just playing the game. And don’t worry, I’ve managed to save everyone else.”

“What?” Impulse’s heart skips a beat. “How?”

“I was able to access their code and send them back to their respective servers. Skizzle, Joker, Astro, Mrs Tango, Endless, and Evil are all safe.”

“Oh, thank God,” breathes Impulse. “What about you two?”

“I couldn’t manage to access Hermitcraft’s code,” Etho responds. “So I couldn’t send us back there. I think it’s something to do with the firewalls X put up a few years ago.”

“Damnit. What’s going on, Etho? Why’re there so many glitches?”

“I don’t know. But if we get out of this alive, we should definitely give this game a break for a while until it’s fixed.”

“I’ll second that,” Tango mutters. “But wait, how did you get here?”

“Brody managed to open a door here from the lobby. Oh, wait! Maybe you can come through it with me!”

He takes the ghosts to the cafeteria, where the doorway to the lobby is still shimmering.

“Brody, I found Tango and Etho,” Impulse reports to his friend. “Everyone else is safe. Can they come through the doorway?”

Brody hesitates. “They should be able to. Come through first, quickly.”

Impulse goes through the door again and turns back to face his friends.

“Will it be safe for us to come through in ghost form?” Tango asks nervously.

“Ah…” Brody grimaces. “It should be fine.”

Tango is not encouraged by his friend’s tone. “Are you sure?”

“I’m not,” admits Brody. “The likelihood that the game will either glitch or not let you through and delete you forever is worryingly high, but… I think this is the only way. If we don’t give it a go, you’ll be stuck in this weird purgatory forever.”

Tango shoots a glance at Etho, who’s gazing at the doorway anxiously, and makes a quick decision. “I’ll try it first. Then you’ll know if it’s safe for Etho or not.”

“What?” Etho glances sharply at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. 100%. I’m terrified outta my mind right now, but there’s no way I’m watching you go through that thing and disappear forever. No way in hell.”

Not daring to meet Etho’s eyes, Tango turns to the doorway and takes a deep breath.

“Tango, wait.”

Tango pauses and turns back to his friend. “Yeah?”

After a moment, Etho grabs him in a hug. “If we never see each other again, I want you to know that I’ve cherished every second with you and I’m honoured to call you my friend.”

Tango blinks, a lump rising in his throat. “D-Don’t. You’re gonna make me cry.” But he hugs his friend back. “I love you, buddy.”

Finally, he releases Etho and turns to look at Impulse through the doorway. Their gazes meet and Tango sees his own fear reflected in Impulse’s eyes.

“See you on the other side,” he says, his voice cracking audibly. “One way or another.”

With that, he steps through the doorway.

#friday night stabby #tangotek #impulsesv #brodyman #etho #vaunna’s requests

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babyjamiebarnes · 3 years

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Build-A-Bear

Part Three

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, Morgan, various characters in other chapters

Warnings: language, sexual innuendos and implications

Chapter Summary: Reader has dinner with her family and gets grilled even harder than her food. But she’s turned to a light simmer when Bucky takes her out for their first date.

Author’s Note: This chapter is fucking monstrous lol. I did not expect it to be this long so it might be a couple extra days before the next chapter so I can catch up! I’m also not sure if my Italian is accurate so I apologize in advance. I used to work for a man named Gennaro from Naples and he called me “bella” so hopefully I’m sort of right? If you like the story so far, feel free to buy me a coffee!

Part One • Part Two

Tags: @kennedywxlsh

Dinner that night was tense, to say the least. It was nice to have your dad, step-mom, sister, and uncles Happy and Rhodey over again, but your dad wasn’t quick to forget what he saw earlier.

“What was that with Barnes today?” Tony asked as you all sat around the dining room table in your midtown flat, poking away at the remnants of your meals.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

Your dad just gave you an incredulous look. “You know what I mean.”

You sighed and avoided meeting his eyes. “I was just working on his arm, dad. I didn’t wanna make him lie down on a hard lab table while I poked around to do what you wanted and quiet his arm,” you explained.

“Wait, Barnes as in Bucky Barnes?” Uncle Rhodey clarified.

“Yeah,” your dad confirmed, not taking his eyes off of you. “I found her kneeling between his legs while he sat shirtless on the couch.”

“You’re sleeping with Bucky?!” Rhodey asked.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone!” you defended, dropping your fork onto your plate. “I’ve known him for a month.”

“That’s never stopped your father,” Pepper mumbled under her breath, making you huff out a laugh despite your current grilling.

“Listen, when I said ‘no fraternizing with coworkers,’ I meant it,” your dad said.

“Please stop saying ‘fraternizing.’ It’s weird.”

Tony sighed and crossed his arms. “No ‘slumber parties’ with coworkers,” he rephrased.

This made Morgan perk up in her seat, having spent the past couple minutes confusedly watching you and your dad bicker.

“Can we have a slumber party, [Y/N]?” she asked.

“Yes, honey, we can have a slumber party,” you responded.

“Tonight?” she continued.

At this, you pointedly looked at your dad and raised your eyebrows as a way of saying ‘are we done now?’ You could tell he didn’t want to end the conversation, but you were grateful for the sudden change of topic. Tony uncrossed his arms and leaned against the table as he replied to your sister.

“If your big sister says it’s okay, you can have a slumber party tonight.”

Morgan lit up like the Fourth of July, quickly listing off all the movies she wanted to watch even though you knew she’d fall asleep halfway through the first movie.

As your family packed up to leave, leaving Morgan since she had a drawer of clothes for the impromptu sleepovers you’ve had before, you calmed your racing heart before saying the words that would either make your father more suspicious or completely quash his suspicions.

“You’ll have to pick her up by four tomorrow. I have a date.”

All of the adults turned to face you. Pepper had a huge smile on her face, clearly excited for you, but your dad and Rhodey looked ready to fight. Happy looked curious, maybe even worried, but he played a big role in raising you so while Tony was the overprotective parent, Happy was the comforting parent (not that he’d ever let anyone know that).

“A date?” The tone of your dad’s voice made you roll your eyes at him.

“I’m a grown woman. I’m allowed to go on dates.”

Your dad let out a quiet harumph at that, but understood where you were coming from. “I know, sweetheart. Forgive me for being a bit overprotective of my little girl.”

“I get it. I appreciate your concern,” you said with a smile, “but this is good for me. You want grandkids eventually, right?”

“Oh god,” your dad groaned, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m not old enough to be a grandpa but I’m old enough to have a heart attack at the mention of it.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“So what’s this person’s name?” Pepper piped up. You visibly tensed and internally panicked. You couldn’t just admit it was Bucky after denying anything there. But his name was technically pretty common...

“His name is James.”

Rhodey snapped his fingers and pointed at you as he said, “I like him already.”

‘Yeah, sure you do,’ you thought. The sight of your dad narrowing his eyes at you and crossing his arms as he stood in the entryway of your apartment made you nervous. Maybe James wasn’t good enough to get him off your trail (probably because he was right).

“How did you meet this guy?” Tony asked.

If anyone else had asked, you would’ve said ‘work,’ but that’s the last place you could say to your dad — with whom you worked.

“Uhh, at the grocery store. We accidentally followed each other and got a lot of the same food so he jokingly accused me of stalking him and we just hit it off,” you rattled off. It’s a good thing he didn’t know how your friend Monique met her girlfriend or he’d know you were lying.

“That’s so cute,” Pepper cooed. She was definitely the more relaxed of your parents, possibly because she wasn’t your biological mom. She had been raising you since you were ten though, so she played a big part in your upbringing.

“Text me his last name so I can run a background check,” your dad said. You’d love to think he was joking, but you knew he was serious.

And as much as you knew you’d regret it, you had to make a joke…

“His last name is Barnes,” you said, keeping your face as serious as possible. “James Barnes. I actually know his middle name too: Buchanan.”

“[Y/N] [Y/M/N] [Y/L/N], you better be joking right now,” Tony said. He was already getting red in the face, clearly unenthused at the prospect of you dating the man who, admittedly, killed his parents — your grandparents. Yeah, understandable.

“I’m obviously kidding,” you said, forcing a laugh. “It’s just funny that they have the same first name and you’re so anti-Bucky.”

“You’re gonna send me to an early grave,” he muttered. “I’m going home before I actually have a heart attack.”

You said your goodbyes and ‘I love you’s before you and Morgan put on your pajamas and set up a pillow fort in the middle of your living room to watch her favorite sleepover movie: “Shrek.”

As the movie went on, you leaned back in the fort to take a photo of Morgan with the movie in the background. Well, the back of Morgan’s head as she was engrossed in the movie she’d seen a million times.

[Image attached] She’s got her teddy bear but where’s my Bucky Bear? 🥺

Across the city, Bucky’s phone buzzed from its spot on the kitchen counter as he made himself a late dinner. He didn’t recognize the number, but smiled when he saw the picture of who he assumed was your sister or niece.

I never got an invite. Looks like more fun than my night.

You smiled to yourself when you saw his reply, rolling your eyes at the lack of exclamation points and emojis. Typical man.

What does your night look like?

Eating a late dinner and talking to you.

Talking to me isn’t fun?! I’m hurt 😢

Not as fun as actually being with you.

Even though he wasn’t there and didn’t say it verbally, you could feel your cheeks get hot at his words.

There’s no way sweet talk like that didn’t get you in more than four beds.

You’re still on that? I swear doll, I have the same number as you.

Whatever you say! 🙄

There was a lull in conversation after that, giving you time to move your sister to lie on her back with pillows and blankets in the fort so she could sleep more comfortably.

Are we still going out tomorrow?

You let the next Shrek movie start automatically, but you didn’t pay any attention as you texted Bucky.

I’m still down if you are 👀

You sent him your address and let him know you’d wait on the front steps for him so he didn’t have to come all the way up. With the exchange of ‘good night’ messages, you drifted asleep to the sounds of Shrek 2.

•

The next morning, you somehow managed to wake up before your sister, then brought her back to the land of the living with the smell of French toast.

You spent your day watching another movie with Morgan before fixing lunch and taking her to a park down the road. Morgan’s childhood was definitely different from yours. Happy was the one who took you to parks and shopping, but Tony parented at home. Morgan would have the same early experiences, but the world knew Tony and Pepper had a daughter. They kept her identity hidden for now, waiting until she could decide if she wanted to reveal herself later in life. The world never knew about you.

And you had to be somewhat grateful for that. You still got all the perks of being a Stark — the money, the Tower, meeting the Avengers (and having James Rhodes as your godfather) — without the stress of fame. But part of you still wished you could talk about your father without keeping his occupation vague and referring to him as “Anthony” when telling stories instead of Tony.

Morgan also got to know her mom. You only spent the first seven years of your life with your mom before she was killed in a drive-by shooting. The police investigated it like crazy because everyone thought since it was Tony Stark’s wife, it had to be a targeted hit. But since she never took the same jogging route twice, all they came up with was an unplanned drive-by. You cherished the memories you had with her, but still openly welcomed Pepper when she came into the picture. She may not have played the same type of role in your life, but she helped shape your middle and high school years.

By the time you and Morgan got back to your place, she was exhausted, climbing back into the still-intact blanket fort to take a nap. When your dad and Pepper stopped by to pick her up, she was still knocked out.

“We’ll get out of your hair so you can get ready for your date,” your dad said with Morgan in his arms. “Send me this James guy’s last name. I still want to run a background check.”

“Dad,” you grumbled. “I already did my research. He’s clear.” Kind of. He technically has murdered hundreds of people, including your grandparents, but he’s reformed and fighting for the good guys now. Not that your dad would let it slide if you told him that.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned. “Let me know if you need to hide any bodies, okay?”

“You got it,” you said with a laugh as they headed out. You had two hours to get ready for Bucky, giving you plenty of time to look extra cute.

By the time six rolled around, you were all dolled up and ready to go. The autumn weather had you in a jacket and boots, but that just pulled your outfit together.

Your doorman Matt was standing inside the lobby when you ran downstairs, tossing him a small wave as you left.

“Have a good night, Miss [Y/L/N],” he said with a nod.

“See you later, Matt!”

You stood at the bottom of your building’s front steps, checking your phone and looking up and down the block for Bucky. It was six on the dot, so you figured he’d be there soon.

“Hey!” You looked up from your phone to see Bucky jogging toward you, a black leather jacket covering his arms and a black glove hiding his left hand. “Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t get away from Sam. Had to tell him I was gonna check out my old stomping grounds in Brooklyn.”

“You’re, like, 30 seconds late. I’m just glad you’re here,” you said with a smile. “So what are we doing tonight?”

Bucky’s smile faltered as he looked down at you. Your boots gave you a bit of a height bump, but Bucky still stood taller than you.

“I, uh, I kinda thought you had something planned,” he said softly.

“Oh, oops,” you laughed. “Well… what about those Brooklyn stomping grounds of yours? Care to show me around?”

Bucky lit up at the recommendation and started leading the way to the nearest subway stop. Before you started down the stairs, he paused and turned to you with a sour expression.

“I probably should’ve asked if you’d rather get a cab,” he said.

“Bucky, I take the subway to work every day. It’s fine.”

“Why do you take the train? You don’t live too far away.” You two made your way down the steps to the bustling station.

“It’s just easier. Less work for me,” you explained. “I didn’t take the train much as a kid so I like taking the opportunity now that I can.”

“Most people don’t willingly take the subway,” he laughed. “Steve and I always used to talk about how we’d be rich enough to have a car someday. But now that I could get any car I wanted, I don’t think I want one. I like the subway.”

“Even though it’s smelly and dirty?” you joked.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “It’s one of the things that still reminds me of home.”

The gentleness in his voice nearly brought you to tears. This man had been through so much and was still the sweetest soul you’d ever met. Forced into a war he didn’t want to join, experimented on, tortured and brainwashed, hunted by every government in the world, captured, frozen, and forced into another war and more battles he shouldn’t have to join. He just couldn’t catch a break.

“Well I’m excited to see what else reminds you of home,” you replied.

The trains to and through Brooklyn were relatively busy so you and Bucky couldn’t really talk much, but it was a Saturday night so you couldn’t blame people for getting out. It was tough to find seats, but Bucky was willing to stand to make sure you could have a seat. Ever the gentleman.

When you made it to Bucky’s Brooklyn stop of choice, he started telling you more stories from the ‘40s, like when Steve couldn’t get off the train in time and accidentally went down another stop so Bucky ran to the next stop and found Steve heading his way anyway. And how he and Steve followed his sister Rebecca on a date “to watch out for her,” he said, and her date thought they were stalking her and tried to beat them up. And all the fights he pulled Steve out of.

“Punk was a chihuahua who thought he was a Rottweiler.”

For a while, you two walked around the streets of Brooklyn just telling each other stories. You were careful about names you used, often just calling Happy “Uncle Harry” and Rhodey “Uncle James.”

Bucky showed you the movie theater he and Steve used to go to, which was surprisingly still in business. You walked past what used to be a diner Bucky frequented but was converted into a bridal shop.

“This used to be a magic store Steve loved,” he said, looking up at the bank on the corner of the street. “Things have changed a lot.”

You heard the nostalgia in his voice, clearly missing the New York he grew up to love. He had a soft smile on his lips as he reminisced, though.

“What about where you lived?” you asked. “Do you remember where that is?”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “I could never forget that.”

Everything was within a fifteen minute walk of where you got off the subway so even though your feet were getting tired, you followed alongside Bucky as he led the way up and down the streets. Before too long, you strode up to a large brick building that had clearly been remodeled recently, if the fresh windows and front doors were any indication.

“It’s… a lot nicer than when I lived here,” Bucky said with a sigh. “But it’s been nearly 100 years so I can’t blame them for updating things.”

“Brooklyn is kind of booming now, too,” you added. “More people to appeal to, ya know?”

You stared up at him again, seeing that same lost look as before, like he wished to turn back time and show you the Brooklyn he knew. So you decided since he couldn’t do that, you’d show him the Brooklyn you knew.

“Come here. My turn to show you around,” you said, holding your hand out to him. He gave you a small smile before grabbing your hand in his and letting you pull him back to the subway.

Ten minutes later, you hopped off the train with Bucky in tow and headed to the little Italian restaurant you found while exploring the city a couple years before. It wasn’t anything elaborate; it was honestly more of a little hole-in-the-wall, but you liked the quiet atmosphere.

“Bella!” the owner shouted as you walked in.

“Hey Genny,” you smiled at him.

“Who’s this?” he asked as he approached you, raising his eyebrows when he saw Bucky.

“This is James,” you said. You opted against using his more common nickname to avoid any recognition.

“James, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Gennaro, but you can call me Genny. Welcome to my restaurant.” The two men shook hands before Genny ushered you two to a table and handed you menus. “Would you like to start with focaccia?”

“Yes please!”

“Con formaggi?”

“Si! Grazie!”

Gennaro left you and Bucky while he started your appetizer.

“You speak Italian?” Bucky asked.

“Definitely not,” you laughed. “I’ve just been coming here for a while and have picked up on some things Genny says. Like ‘bella’ means ‘beautiful,’ this pizza,” you pointed to your favorite pizza on the menu, “‘cinque formaggi’ means ‘five cheese.’ But I could never hold a conversation.”

“Un peccato,” Bucky sighed before flashing a smile at you.

“You speak Italian?!” you nearly shrieked. “No way! Don’t talk shit with Gennaro behind my back.” You pouted at Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t say anything bad about you. Maybe an embarrassing moment or two — like your dad walking in on you between his knees — but nothing negative.

“I picked it up pretty quickly back in the day,” Bucky explained. “Before I was sent to Germany, I was stationed in a small town in Italy for a while. The locals didn’t mind having us there because we kept the Nazis out, so they taught us some Italian when we were in town.”

“Maybe I should take Gennaro up on his offer to learn Italian,” you mused.

“Or you could learn from me,” Bucky was quick to offer. “I’ll teach you some stuff when you’re working on my arm.”

Your server arrived with the focaccia and water for both of you, before giving you more time to actually look at the menus instead of talking. You decided to split a bottle of red wine and two pizzas, one of your choice and one of Bucky’s. As the night went on, you and Bucky both opened up to each other even more than before. You could easily blame the buzz from a couple glasses of wine, but Bucky’s super soldier serum made you confused. His cheeks were flushed and he had more than half the bottle, so you wondered if maybe...

“Can you still get drunk?”

“Unlike Steve, yes. It takes more than this,” he said, lifting the nearly empty bottle of wine, “but since Steve and I received different serums, they work a little differently. I can definitely get drunk. Marijuana admittedly hits harder.”

You paused as you stared back at him, his elbows perched on the table and his clasped hands propped under his chin.

“Are you drunk now?”

“No,” he laughed quietly. “A little tipsy, sure, but not drunk by a long shot.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, reluctantly accepting that he was just as buzzed as you but not quite drunk.

Before long, your server brought over your tab and you realized how empty the restaurant had gotten. Then you noticed the broom and mop the server had brought out to the floor, then the dark ‘open’ sign, and finally the clock on the wall.

“You closed 20 minutes ago and didn’t kick us out?” you shouted at Gennaro. “Genny, you can always kick me out! I feel bad!”

Gennaro walked over to your table as you scrambled for your wallet and handed the server your card to run.

“I can’t kick you out, bella. You and your moroso are welcome any time.”

“I think this poor girl would beg to differ,” you said as the server handed your card and signature slip back. She just laughed at your comment, agreeing without saying it outright.

You left a hefty tip and hugged Genny before you and Bucky, both still a bit tipsy, shuffled outside.

“Thanks for buying dinner,” Bucky said. “This means I get to pay next time, though.”

He said it so casually and you already planned on another date, but it still kind of caught you off guard.

“Next time?” You smiled up at him and took a step closer until you were almost toe-to-toe. “There’s gonna be a ‘next time’?”

“I sure hope there is,” he said quietly, his smirk sending a rush up your spine.

“If you insist,” you sighed. He knew better than to believe you weren’t excited for your future plans. “I’m cold. Care to get an Uber with me?”

He gently grabbed your shoulders and spun you around, pulling the loose opening of his jacket over your arms and wrapping his arms around you to help keep you warm.

“Well, yeah. I need to make sure you get home safe so ‘next time’ can happen,” Bucky said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“You know, I don’t usually let men spoon me on the first date,” you joked as you tapped away to order an Uber.

“I can stop, if you want,” he teased.

You gripped his arm as he started to pull away. “I never said that.”

Bucky rode back to your place with you, keeping conversation casual as you both avoided the controversy you were about to face: to kiss on the first date or not. You never really had any issues with it before, but you already really liked Bucky. You didn’t want to risk messing it up by moving too fast. But what grown man would think a kiss on a first date was too fast? Well… maybe one born in the early 1900s…

Before your thoughts could throw you into a downward spiral, the driver pulled up outside your apartment complex. Bucky stepped out first and held the door open for you to scoot out after him. As you stood at the bottom of the stairs to your building, you felt those nerves creeping up on you again. God, you hadn’t felt this nervous about a date since high school.

“I had fun tonight,” Bucky said first, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Me too,” you smiled back. “I’m excited for what you plan for next time.”

Bucky laughed at this, the crinkle of his nose making your own smile grow. God, you wanted to invite him inside already. In your defense, you’ve known him for a full month and spent even longer getting heart-eyes over him in college.

But you reined in your hormones and just took a step closer to him to rest your hands on his chest. His right hand came up to rest on your waist, but he kept the metal hand in his pocket. With your hand placement, you could feel the thrum of his heartbeat and judging by the pace, you knew you were both on the same page. As you were trying to shove your nerves aside, Bucky asked the one question you were hoping for.

“Can I kiss you?”

Knowing he wanted this as much as you did relieved some of your nerves, but also made the moment that much more real. You smiled up at him and nodded your head.

“Yes, please do.”

You perched up on your toes to meet him halfway, letting his lips mold to yours. His hold on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer; you gripped the lapel of his jacket in your fists. Suddenly the cold of the night no longer existed. All you could feel was the warmth radiating off of him as he held you close. He pulled back for a second before diving right back in, this time nipping at your bottom lip. You giggled against him, but didn’t stop him from taking the innocent kiss a step further. Your hands slid from his chest to the nape of his neck before tangling into his long hair. The vibration from his moan as you tugged on his hair ran straight down your spine, making it even harder to leave the date alone.

Reluctantly, you both pulled apart just enough for your noses to brush against each other, the stubble of his beard still tickling your nose. You opened your eyes enough to see the smile on his lips as he pulled back a bit more to see your face.

“I’ll see you Monday?” you said quietly, as if speaking any louder would break you two out of your bubble.

“See you Monday, [Y/N],” Bucky replied just as quietly. His hand slipped from your waist as you backed away, biting your lip at him before you turned and scurried up the steps. Bucky stood on the sidewalk until he could see the light in your apartment flick on, just to make sure you were safe.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x Stark!reader #bucky barnes x stark!reader #Stark!reader #dad!tony #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fic

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gloxiniaflower · 3 years

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Hello, may I request Loki and reader going on a date together? A fluff that warm my heart lol, have a great day!

I kind of had a hard time but I hope you enjoy it.

The date♥︎

"A date?" Y/n tilted her head, Loki nodded his head. He had a smile on his face, that smile just never left his face.

Y/n couldn't tell if he was lying or not, she thought about it and sighed in defeat. She agreed to the date and Loki was beaming with excitement. While y/n was doubting him, but she wanted to see where it would go.

"Let's meet at the tree where we both met at 3," Loki said then flew off, y/n stared at him and shook her head. "I hope this is not a prank." She said to herself.

Y/n smiled at the thought of going on a date with Loki, they have been by each other's side no matter what. Loki was pranked on y/n pretty often, but he didn't go far as making her cry. Making her cry would make him feel like something that didn't belong in her presence.

After she arrived at her place, she ran to her room and find what she was gonna wear. She had an hour to get ready, which she be enough time.

Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, the dress reached below her knees and her hair was neatly done. She didn't want to put it up since it would take up more time.

"Today, I will him and if he rejects me then that's okay." She said to herself. She looked at the clock and noticed how she was late, she panicked and ran out the door. "That's what I get for when I can't decide on what to wear." She whined as she ran

•With Loki

Loki made sure everything was in order, the smile on his face didn't disappear.

He was on his way to meet y/n, hoping she would be there. He was hoping she would be there.

Once he reached the spot and he immediately noticed that she wasn't there, he stood beside the tree and waited. He waited for a little longer then sighed, he began walking to the same path he came.

"Well, what did I expect." He mumbled, he was lost in thought when he heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw her holding his sleeve, she was trying to catch her breath.

"Sorry, for keeping you waiting." She lightly smiled. Once she caught her breath, she straightened herself and smiled.

"I had a hard time trying to find a dress and lost track of time." She explained, Loki lightly laughed.

"Come, let's head out now!" Loki cheered and grabbed y/n's hand, y/n smiled at his excitement.

Y/n held his hand and softly smiled, she had never thought something like this would happen.

"How far is the place?" Y/n asked, Loki looked at her "just a little longer," he grinned. They walked through the forest, the sound of birds singing was all that could be heard.

Y/n moved a little closer to Loki, just so be sure that he wouldn't leave her. Loki noticed this and shook his head, you can't blame her for that.

When they got into the clearing, y/n couldn't believe how everything set up beautifully. Loki had prepared a picnic for the 2 of them.

Loki sat down beside her and took out the food and drinks, he was a bit nervous about the food and how it would taste. He set the plates up and handed one to y/n.

Y/n reached for the cake first, she took a bite out of the cake and smiled in delight. "Do you like it?" Loki asked, y/n turned to him and nodded her head.

She put the plate down and looked at Loki, "did you make all of this?" She asked, Loki nodded his head.

"I thought that I would make everything from scratch, but I wasn't sure if it would turn out great." He admitted, y/n laughed at his response. "I never knew that you had this kind of side." Loki stared at y/n, seeing her laugh made him feel warm.

Loki and y/n were finished eating and talked about the silly things Loki did.

"Do you think Poseidon is still mad at me for making him eat sushi?" He asked y/n laughed "how did you even get him to eat it without him noticing?"

"I hid it in the rice and put wasabi in it to hide the scent...I never ran so fast in my entire life." Loki smiled at the memory, Poseidon never stopped chasing Loki until thor came and saved Loki. It was a one-time thing, but Loki had to train with thor the next day.

The sun was setting, y/n stared at the view. Loki held her hand but let go, just in case if things didn't go as planned. "Y/n," Loki said her name, y/n turned to Loki.

"I brought you out today since I've been wanting to say something to you," Loki softly spoke, he was starting to get nervous but he made it this far, there is no turning back now.

"I know you probably won't believe me for what I'm going to say... I have grown to like you. Everything about you made me realize how much I liked you, you're the most beautiful woman I have seen. The memories we had together, the laughter we shared, and the times when you felt sad. I wanted everything to go perfectly for you, anything to make you smile. All I wanted to say was, I love you." Loki shut his eyes waiting for rejection

"You beat me to it," y/n smiled "I was planning on telling you that I love you, but it seems like you beat me to it." Y/n lightly blushed.

"Being a god of deceit must be hard. Some people don't take you seriously because of that, being lumped in with you and your shenanigans were not my intention but I had so much fun. As I grew closer to you, I noticed my feelings for you but I chose to keep it to myself. I enjoyed my day with you and knowing your feeling for me, made me feel happy. I love you too Loki" y/n softly kissed Loki's cheek

Loki's eyes widened, that was not what he was expecting. He smiled and hugged y/n, happiness was all he was feeling. The feeling of someone accepting who and what you are felt relieving.

"Let's do this again, I enjoyed it." Y/n hugged Loki, she smiled at the warmth she felt. Loki finally found the right person to cherish and love.

Kind of rushed but I did my best, he might have been a little out of character but I did enjoy writing this.

#record of ragnarok #snv loki #shuumatsu no valkyrie #anime / manga #reader insert #fluff #fanfic

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pfreadsandwrites · 4 years

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Kakashi NSFW Alphabet

18+ CONTENT AHEAD - NO MINORS - ANY MINORS CAUGHT INTERACTING WITH THIS POST WILL BE BLOCKED

Okay, attempt 2 - That’ll teach me to try ever posting from the mobile app. This is a rewrite from scratch and I’m way too tired to reread and see if it makes sense or if there are typos, it’s probably not a good thing this is longer than the original though.

No one asked for this, no one at all, and I know everyone’s done these but hey, it’s Kinktober, and you can never have too many Kakashi headcanons, right? Right? Right. I hope you enjoy these!! Goes without saying that these’ll be smutty. It’s also about 6.4k words. There is some real filth ahead, very nsfw, seriously, the thirst is so real. (I hate myself), so, this is 18+ only!

Also, I'm tagging @allthingskakashi because she asked me to (i really hope these aren’t disappointing)

Side note: This is all written from the view of an established relationship. I can kinda remember most of what I said, so these will be still be very long despite being a rewrite from scratch. Apologies for any rambles and tangents I might go on, since I was rewriting this, my brain got weird and tired, but I wanna take you through my thoughts. I’m also very concerned about keeping things in character and not self-indulgent/self-projecting of what the writer’s personally into so I won’t be doing that here... You’ll see what I mean as I go on. But I still wanna make it hot so i’ll try lol. I’m new to writing but I’m even newer to writing dirty stuff so i’ll try my best. And with this post goes my dignity

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Straight after sex is one of the rare times where Kakashi feels completely at ease and relaxed. He’s pensive, often quietly mulling over what you two have just been doing and trying to come to grips with it, his hands gently running through your hair or along your back. He’s probably at his most affectionate here too. Expect gentle, lazy caresses, little kisses here and there, soft, easy conversation. He might not always be the most talkative, but post-coitus is where you’ll most likely hear him say something earnest and romantic compared to other times. You’ve gotta understand, you’re a miracle, and you being in his arms is like heaven, but he can’t really believe it? But he’s also overwhelmed and tired to let it bother him too much, so he’s able to let his doubt and restraints go a little easier and just breathe. He feels safe, he feels at home and that’s a rare thing, so he’s really just happy to bask in the afterglow and the quietude of it all. It’s the safest, easiest thing in the world for the both of you.

If he’s been on the rougher side, he’ll definitely make sure you’re alright and be more gentle in comparison. and he’s generally more attentive than usual. He’s usually nice about cleaning you up, too, a gentleman lmao.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kakashi quite likes his upper body, or his torso more generally. He’s lean and broad, but not in an overbearing or obvious way, and he really likes the reaction he gets when you actually do get to see him shirtless. He’s also a little sensitive on his back (and he doesn’t mind if you end up scratching it). But if you rub his shoulders or massage his back or chest, he’s putty in your hands.

When it comes to a partner? So the fandom seems to be consistent in thinking of Kakashi as an ass man, and I’m inclined to agree. He just loves to grab it, slap it, just look at it tbh or whatever, but even if you don’t think your ass is that great, there’s very high probability that he does anyway. But honestly I think he’d have a hard time picking a favourite part of your body.

Some other body parts he definitely loves that don’t get mentioned though: he just loves your waist and how it curves in and out into your hips. He’s mesmerised by it.

plz imagine Kakashi’s nice big hands running gently running along your waist while he thrusts into you deep and slow, your back arching and then they settle on your hips?

Also, he loooooves legs, how they feel wrapped around him, the soft thighs omg. When you wear stockings or heels or other things that accentuate them, ahajhfkaj have mercy on him. Also, wrists and ankles? They’re so pretty and delicate he’ll just grab them where he can. If you both are in some kinda position where he can, he’ll definitely give you lil ankle kisses. also wear an anklet to see him blush

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

So uh, I’m really doing this, huh?

Soooo hear me out. Kakashi’s diet is impeccable. I don’t take criticism here lmao, it’s been mentioned multiple times how much he hates deep fried stuff and sweets (yeah yeah he’s one of those weirdoes that enjoys healthy food most, Kakashi we get it) and he’s always feeding Naruto veggies (or trying to). My point? His cum would taste good, okay? Or at least, not strong or bad at all, very neutral if not good. (You have zero problems swallowing)

Also, he cums a pretty good amount. He tends to try and hold back his orgasm so when he does come it does build up. Coming inside you is his favourite, just the intimacy of it, of filling you like that.

But…. he’s pretty ashamed of it at first, but he does love coming on his partner. Whether it’s on your face (ughhhh when you lick up some of his cum around your mouth after a blowjob), or your breasts, or your back, or wherever tbh. He doesn’t know whether it’s the visuals, the eroticism of it or even a territorial aspect? He doesn’t wanna ponder it too much it’s just hot okay.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

So this one was hard… because, unpopular opinion, I don't see him as into anything too crazy or depraved?

But here’s what I came up with: he’s totally fucked in the Hokage’s office. It’s only a dirty secret because of how improper that is, how inappropriate it is that the man in charge of the whole village is having sex in the very epicentre of where he’s supposed to be doing that, when other Hokage have been in that room before him… but it’s also why he’s into it.

Also, he’ll die before he ever admits to you exactly how many times he’s jerked off to the thought of you. And after you got together into a pair of your panties when you were away and he missed you too much

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Short version: Kakashi’s not as experienced as you might think, but this doesn’t translate into lack of skill in any way.

The long version: Ahhh so I go back on forth on this but I’ma attempt to think this through here. Okay, so, fandom has generally two sides when it comes to Kakashi and this topic. He’s either the completely suave, smooth ladies’ man who has all the one night stands or on account of his issues he’s a passive, stuttering virgin who’s constantly flustered.

Neither of these are that accurate. So I do get ladies man Kakashi to a point. It comes from the fact that he is quite smooth? And women do seem to like him quite easily in the series. And Kakashi definitely has the capacity to be a charmer, and is quite good at flirting when his job requires it or it’s a stranger etc. He’s good at reading people and winning them over. This is more complicated when he’s faced with someone he’s attracted to, or that has the potential to mean something to him. He still might be charming, but he’s very good at using this to keep you further from him, so you can’t really get to know him or get close to him so it’s not quite the same. It’s his way of controlling the distance between you.

Now, when it comes to experience, I don’t think Kakashi’s incapable of using casual sex as some kind of a coping mechanism (it’s not the healthiest), but if he was going to do this, it’d be during the latter part of his ANBU years. I can see him having sex as just a means to forget and remember he’s alive, and quell an urge, with basically faceless partners, or maybe complete strangers on missions. This does make him feel even lonelier after a while though, and it’s not really what he wants. Eventually having sex with women he’ll never see again serves to make him more miserable, and I think by the time we see him at the beginning of the series he doesn’t really do this anymore. So I wouldn’t say he’s completely inexperienced sexually at least, though he definitely is romantically.

Generally after that, Kakashi’s gonna reserve sex for someone who he has a deep emotional and physical connection with, but God forbid he ever calls it what it is - a relationship. Basically, if he’s sleeping with you, he pretty much loves you whether he knows it or not. And if he’s comparing that to his past experiences, he really feels the difference and cherishes it all the more (but it still scares him and he won’t admit it to himself.

So here’s how I see it. There’s always been a sexual chemistry between him and you, and a physical and romantic attraction. But of course Kakashi is Kakashi so he does absolutely nothing about it and doesn’t want to let you do anything about it. Still, you’re surprisingly persistent, and you do become close to each other in a friendly capacity, in whatever way Kakashi’s able to participate in that. Eventually, ( I haven’t thought this through quite yet) you do end up fucking and Kakashi tries to convince himself that he can just do that, that he can keep up having great sex with a great friend and that you don’t mean the world to him. You try to do the same, for his benefit, but you’re in deep and neither of you can’t deny there’s a bond and your connection is so strong that you’re basically in a relationship - and you kinda are by the time you start having sex - but he doesn’t really have the balls to actually call it that till after the 4th shinobi war. (I have some thoughts about how the war impacted Kakashi’s psychology but it’s generally then when he’ll genuinely feel comfortable enough to fully commit himself to you and see a future for himself, which he’s never really had before, and a future with you to boot).

To bring it back to this (I’m sorry what a fucking tangent), Kakashi’s maybe not had sex with a large amount of women, but he’s a quick learner and has natural skill. He also learns your body and what you like quickly. So whilst he’s not as experienced as he seems, he’s definitely more skilled than he has any right to be.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When it comes to positions there’s very little he wouldn’t enjoy tbh. He does have an affinity for positions like doggy style, just the visuals and the power it gives him. It’s easy for him to get a bit carried away though, but that’s his go to when he’s feeling rougher.

When it’s more romantic and slow and sensual, he also loves variations of missionary, because he loves the intimacy of the eye contact, and how your body is so close he can hear your heartbeat but his absolute favourite positions are missionary variations where your legs are on his shoulders, or where he’s spreading your thighs as perpendicular as possible and really testing your flexibility are probably his favourite cuz legs, and he can go even deeper and get an amazing angle.

But he definitely likes it when you ride him too, whether you’re facing him or away, it just feels too good when you’re bouncing on him like that. Also it’s nice to relax a bit and not have to do more of the work… plz take care of him from time to time…

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely has the capacity to be a fucking dork, as we know, and this has the potential to translate to his sex life. It’s a sign of complete ease if he can laugh and joke with you during, and he loves to have fun and play around with you, but at the same time, he does prefer to be serious most of the time. This means a lot to him and he’ll make sure you know that. He’s also gonna get a bit exasperated if you don’t seem to be taking it as seriously as him, or if you’re too into jokes and giggles for his liking that day. Probably will try and shut you up one way or another.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

(Ughh okay so the idea of Kakashi with a silver happy trail leading to a messy shockwave of hair down there really does things to me okay, I’m sorry, I’ll see myself out)

Okay so… Have you seen how Kakashi manages his hair? Spoiler alert: he doesn’t. I don’t even know if this man owns a hairbrush. So I can definitely see him not being assed about shaving his bush. It’s probably kind of wild, or at the very least more on the unkempt side.

But then again he’s assed enough to keep his face clean shaven so he can wear his mask, so maybe he does, like I do head canon that he’s a very clean person and he probably feels like it is a *bit* cleaner that way but I’m leaning towards nah he just leaves it alone, but will trim it from time to time when it gets too wild or if it bothers you. I do think he probably has slightly more body hair than you’d expect tbh, but his hair is so light especially against his complexion so it’s not really noticeable. Oh and obviously, the carpet matches the drapes. (Idk why this made me imagine Kakashi with a ginger bush.. LMAO there’s a thought)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It does depend on the mood between you, what kinda day he’s had, what position you’re in etc but he places a lot of value on sex in your relationship, for the intimacy and emotional bonding, not just the physical pleasure. So there are a lot of times where he’d be super intimate. Kakashi’s a man who chooses his words and actions very carefully in normal life and during sex he allows himself to let all that go. His actions really convey the depth of what you mean to him, what being with you like this means to him. He’ll hold you close to him, running his hands all over your body just to feel you everywhere, kiss you everywhere you can whilst he moves, bury his face into your neck, breathe you in - he just is very overwhelmed by this and there are times during your most intimate moments where he’s so in awe and so happy that he could die right there.

That being said, if he’s fucking you over his desk in the hokage’s office and it’s rough and fast, it’s a little harder to feel the intimacy and the romantic connection. Still, it is underlying every moment between you too. You’re the only ones that see these sides of each other, and make each other feel that way, and he really values that. He’ll still make it feel tender somehow and not just mindless fucking (no matter how blank he makes your head feel)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t see him as being a particularly frequent masturbator tbh. He strikes me as disciplined and he can probably go a while without it, especially if he’s busy, but more than just that, he kinda sees it as an inconvenience he just has to do sometimes? To blow off some steam, or when he’s not had sex in a while or something got his mind racing and it’s a distraction because he literally can’t think about anything else. He’ll probably use his books, but he prefers to use his imagination tbh, though the books can start as a seed for that.

He also doesn’t like having to put too much effort into jerking himself off? He doesn’t like to overcomplicate things when it comes to his sex life, and especially when it’s just jacking off.

He just kinda wants to get it done so he can move on to something more productive or fall asleep or something. So he’s just happy to pump himself off until he gets there.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Okay here’s where I’m gonna lose some of you.

Kakashi’s just not that kinky. Or maybe not kinky by tumblr/fic standards. Like I said in the previous head canon, he just does not see the appeal of making his sex life more complicated than it needs to be and his kinks aren’t gonna be too crazy. He just wants to feel good with you and he’s not that difficult to get going. With that in mind, here are some things he likes:

Spanking ;)

Teasing

Face-fucking

Dirty Talk (to a point, anything too stupid sounding or too dirty might make him laugh or take him out of it…)

clothed sex (where you are so horny for each other you can’t even wait to get undressed properly)

semi-public sex (he would hate the idea of actually being seen but the idea of *almost* being caught is kinda hot to him, not that he’ll ever let that happen if he can help it),

body worship (is that a kink)

LIGHT dom (I’ll mention it more later but he’s not too extreme into this stuff, but if you call him Hokage-sama or captain he might get a little too into it… not that that’s bad) I heard someone call him general during the war arc and that shit SENT me

he maaaay do a a threesome with shadow clones (either two of his if you want that, but two of you seem kinda hot… that being said, this might delve into that ‘making things too complicated’ so Idk, this might just be hot to me cuz I would like two Kakashis to rail me and I do think he’d enjoy it if two of you focused on him),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed is fine but that’s really what he associates with either morning sex, or romantic, intimate lovemaking type stuff. When it’s more raunchy and playful, he really likes bending you over stuff tbh, his desk, kitchen counter etc most surfaces work well. He likes the shower too. Also, one time you both were just so hot for each other and didn’t make it to the bed and went at it on the hard floor and it was so wild and rough.

But he really loves fucking you up against walls, doors, mirrors, etc, Wall is his favourite, it’s just so intense and he gets animalistic and yeah it’s so good.

WAIT, how did I forget, sex in front of the mirror?! This is something he enjoys more with a more flustered or shy s/o who’s not used to looking at themselves. I have been thinking about writing something for this

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Kakashi’s more on the traditional side in terms of what he likes but it’s really not that hard to turn him on. He loooooveeees when you wear lingerie for him, anything pretty and lacy but also stockings and all that. But then there’s something about when it’s simplistic too, like when you’re just wearing his shirt and nothing else? That’ll get him going too. But yeah, plz surprise him with a sexy outfit when he comes home from a long day of work and he’ll love you 5ever.

I dunno why I’ve always thought this, but I also think he’s turned on by subtle, understated signs of femininity? It’s just such a contrast to what he’s used to and he really appreciates it and is just mesmerised by you tbh. It’s things that are natural, the way when you sit down your hips get that crease where they meet your thighs, you might sometimes look down when you smile softly, the way you walk, pretty hair. If you have a really classical, elegant/sophisticated kind of style he loves that. Kinda hard to explain what I mean with that but like, say a dress or skirt that shows off your curves but isn’t too revealing? It really gets his mind racing. That make sense? (No worries if that’s not your style either, like I say, it’s not that hard to turn him on) But I also think he kinda likes when you wear jewellery? Like nothing too ostentatious but if you’re naked beneath him and the only thing you’re wearing is a necklace or some fancy earrings he just thinks you look so beautiful.

He also likes the comfortable, gentle teasing and flirting in the conversations you have, the jovial aspect to them, the connotations they carry. You could say one comment and not mean a whole lot by it and it might get his mind racing. He’ll think about you all day.

I mentioned before but offering to massage his back/chest/shoulders is his favourite, and if you kiss his jawline or neck even innocently it might not be innocent for very long ;) just when you’re generally affectionate and gentle with him.

He’d definitely enjoy it if you were confident, but I also feel like he’d like a shyer s/o too? If you were a little easier to fluster than he is, he finds it much easier to be confident and make you feel that much better ;) he likes making you blush.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Okay, here’s where I’m definitely gonna lose some of you. But hang with me.

Short version: He doesn’t really like BDSM, be nice to him and let him be

Long version (I’m sorry guys):

By the time Kakashi’s in a loving relationship with you, he’s shown you his vulnerability and he trusts you, and he’s happy to try things within reason, but he has boundaries. And he expects you to respect them, just like he respects yours. You’re gonna frustrate him and make him close off if you’re wanting to push him to try new stuff or go out of his comfort zone. He can be set in his ways. If he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to. So if that’s not cool for you, that’s a turn-off.

He’s not into role-reversal. This is a tricky one to explain (and I’d explained it better in my first version of this that got lost to the void but alas this is where my memory is getting hazy), but though he’s a man with a lot of power and responsibility and control, these things aren’t necessarily things he’s insecure about or that come unnaturally to him. They’re not a persona or things he’s necessarily putting a lot of effort into being. He just is. He’s self-aware of his own abilities and strengths and he’s very a-matter-of-fact about them. I guess what I’m saying is, the more masculine attributes of his personality and demeanour that make some people say he’s DaddyAF and others say he’s probably not like that sexually, are just who he is naturally. He’s not putting effort into being these things and does not see the appeal of working to reverse this in the bedroom, or better yet, doesn’t really understand it. It’s way more effort for him to do that than it is for him to just be who he is. I could go way more into the psychology of this but this thing is long enough already but part of that accepting him for who he is is just letting him be. I’m saying he’s in no way a sub, basically.

But he’s not a huge dom, either. He’s actually really not into anything hardcore when it comes to dom/sub or bdsm stuff like at all. Like he’s not gonna be your daddy or your master or anything like that. He really values ease above all else and is happy to just enjoy the two of you and your body without adding extra layers of extreme power dynamics and kinks on top of it. He’s happy to be more on the authoritative side, which is why I say light dom, and it’s more natural for him to take the lead, but he’s not thinking about it too hard. I also don’t think he’d be averse to some mild power play - in that mean he likes it when you get a little cheeky, tease him, you can make fun of him, there’s a bit of cat and mouse between you, but if you’re too much into control or power that actually might bring out his rougher dominant side a bit more than normal. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not incapable of lying back and letting you do your thing.

…But he is still a bit of a control freak at heart and he doesn’t want to feel like something could go wrong, so if you make him feel like he can’t do anything about the situation or having no control at all is likely gonna be a bad experience for him.The other thing is that Kakashi doesn’t feel like he’s had control over his life where it counts, and he still feels pretty shitty about himself a lot. He’s not gonna wanna relinquish all control during his sex life, no matter how much he trusts you. He’d hate feeling completely passive, and if you humiliate him you’re just gonna make him feel shitty. He doesn’t wanna humiliate you either. So what I’m saying is, he’s just not into femdom or extreme male sub stuff or anything like that, sorry not sorry. He’s felt shitty enough in his life for you to turn it into a kink. He’s a pretty chill guy, but he still has his comfort zone, and he trusts you enough to be vulnerable, don’t take advantage of that. Be kind to Kakashi Hatake 2020.

With everything I’ve said so far, he’s never gonna let you peg him. It’s not something that really appeals to him visually or psychologically, plus any kind of receiving anal stimulation is just not really his thing. Leave Kakashi Hatake’s asshole alone 2020. Also, he doesn’t like the plastic/artificialness of toys in general, he’d much rather genuine skin on skin contact and feeling your body and you his, and just yeah you having to use toys on him will turn him off or seeing you in a way, that’s you know, not you, with an artificial appendage is just, a big no for him. Probably has the exact opposite effect you’d want.

He’d also never wanna hurt you, or be into you hurting him. If it doesn’t trigger his PTSD or his tendency to self-loathe like all the other things I mentioned, he’s been getting hurt his whole life so he’s likely not gonna enjoy this in the bedroom, it’s either banal to him or a complete turn-off at the least. He’s self-aware enough to know it’s not gonna be the healthiest thing for him to sexualise it. He’s also hurt too many people to do something that could potentially hurt you, so no weapons, ninja techniques, things like that. I don’t think he’d even be into choking you. He just wants to relax, and enjoy himself and being with you in a way where he can feel safe, but not passive, and he loves having a partner that can allow him to do that.

So a partner being too dominant to the point of making him feel shitty and weak would be a turn-off, or just generally one that’s impatient or unkind. You’ll need to be empathetic and warm to get anywhere with him anyway, or at least you’ll struggle otherwise. Also, he wouldn’t ever want a threesome. It’s taken so much out of him to build up trust and intimacy between you, he’s sure that introducing another person, even if it’s only a one time thing, would ruin it. He also doesn’t want anyone other than you to see him in that way, or vice versa.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

So I don’t know why but I feel like Kakashi sees eating you out as such a special, intimate act? It’s a big deal, and this is something he probably wouldn’t do with someone he doesn’t have a strong connection to, or not as much. But when he does love you, your responses and the whole act are just mesmerising to him. Maybe it’s how vulnerable delicate you seem, how your moans are more gentle and delicate compared to when he’s fucking you, how he’s up and close against your most private parts, how he’s the only one that sees you like this… It really gets him going tbh, but it also takes a lot out of him? It just ends up meaning more to him than a blowjob might mean to you. So he might actually end up receiving more than he gives, despite the fact that he enjoys it and is very good at it. I don’t mind I’ll suck his dick 25/8

Like most men, he’ll be putty in your hands if you give him a good blowjob. It’s one of those things that never cease to amaze him or drive him crazy, no matter how many times you’ve done it, the sight of you on your knees, sucking him down. He’ll feel guilty but he face-fucks you sometimes, and it feels amazing, but he honestly might let himself get carried away. So he’ll sometimes grab your hair or clench his fist instead, otherwise he’ll just try to gently guide your ahead along sometimes. His moans during blowjobs are also damn hot as well. Like guttural groans and moans, he’s louder than normal.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends with Kakashi! Whether it’s a quickie, the position, where you’re doing it. He has a penchant for slow and sensual though. He wants to savour you, the sensation, the moment, the sights, everything. He really wants to bask in the intimacy of what’s going on and go as deep as he can and take his time. He likes taking it easy.

But there’s always gonna be moments where he can be pretty damn animalistic and rough and he’s pretty good with that too. Though, where he has the time to do so, he likes to build up to it? Occasionally he’ll be too pent up/frustrated or too short on time to really do it but like if time and space allows he doesn’t wanna start ramming into you like right away, he wants you to adjust, and will slowly fuck you until you’re really want it as crazily as he does.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes a good quickie, or rather, they’re his only option sometimes. He’s a busy guy who can’t always plan his schedule, and this goes tenfold when he becomes Hokage. So whilst his favourite will also be something longer where he can take his time and enjoy your body, you’re gonna have to accept that there will be periods where all you’ll get is quickies in his office, or in the morning before he has to leave.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

So despite all that stuff I listed about all the things he won’t do, he’s willing to try a lot of stuff with you. He does enjoy experimenting and he thinks it’s fun and brings you guys closer together, but within reason. He doesn’t wanna do anything too complicated or too strange by his standards, but he’ll be up for new locations, new positions, and he is risky in the sense that he won’t mind doing some stuff in public, or semi-public at least.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

So it’s definitely better when he doesn’t have his sharingan constantly sapping his energy anymore, but not to the point that you really noticed there being a problem before. He just puts a lot of effort and concentration into not cumming before you, and he’s pretty good at that. Depending on how pent up he is, he can last a decent amount of time. But if he has lasted quite a long time, when he finally does cum, he might not be in the mood to go again.

I see him going for like, one short round and one long one. Or if it’s shorter his recovery time’s pretty decent. But if you get ever happen to get three or more rounds of him in one go you should definitely praise him or take care of him cuz that’s pretty difficult and his dick might be broken for the next few days.

The only time his ability to hold back his orgasm goes to shit is when you’re having his way with him by riding him or sucking him off. You’re just too good have mercy on him But he’s better able to control that stuff and slow down and take breaks when he needs to when he’s the one leading things.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nah, this harkens back to the whole thing about him not wanting to overcomplicate things and just have fun without thinking too much. He can’t be assed with toys and won’t use them on himself. I also mentioned earlier that he doesn’t like the fakeness/artificiality of toys, just the gimmicky-ness of it, the plastics... Nah. He wants to feel something real. Besides it’s canon how crazy this man’s physical skill is, his hands, his fingers… He’s completely satisfied with just his hands. And you are too

If it means a lot to you, he can use toys on you. But let’s be honest I really don’t think you’ll feel the need.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kakashi is a little shit, we all know this. He loves to tease and edge, and he just loves seeing how frustrated you get, your scolding, knowing that you still can’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do, your annoyed little whines and huffs… But he always more than makes up for it later.

He is so bad at receiving teasing though, he cannot withstand as much as you can, which is lame, considering how much he can put you through.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not that loud, though there are times he can be. When he’s getting close to cumming, when he finally does are probably his loudest. But generally, his noises are so so nice. He makes soft little grunts and pants mostly, but he’ll growl and groan, whisper your name.. But sometimes you can get a semi-loud moan out of hiim and omg it’s so so hot.

He’s a little louder when he’s tired, or first thing in the morning? He’s more sensitive. When he’s not having to concentrate so much or think too much about what’s going on, he’ll get a little louder. He’s also louder when you’re riding him than in other positions.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You know what I’ve gone in so deep with this head canons that I can’t think of a random one and I can’t remember what I wrote yesterday.

So Kakashi really appreciates just physical contact with you, wherever it might be. It doesn’t necessarily need to be sexual either but it makes him feel at ease. I said this already too, but Kakashi loves the comfort of just being vanilla. Nothing special, nothing elaborate, no gimmicks, just him on top of you, with your legs around his hips, as he drives into you. It’s literally just you and him in the world and that’s all there needs to be and nothing’s ever felt more right than that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s canon Kakashi is big need I say more. Okay I’ll say more. So it’s pretty long and thick. It’s not like monster huge but he’ll definitely take some adjusting. Probs uncut, and the same girth all the way down. Also kinda veiny, there’s some big ones on the underside. You’ll definitely feel him throb inside you. But his body is nice too, but we been knowing that. He’s lean, and muscular, but in an understated way. He also has really nice legs? Like his thighs are good. The only time I saw his legs was in ep 101 of og Naruto but I was very pleased tbh. Like they’re well-trained but not crazy muscular like those men who work out a lot get… do you know what I mean? The round calves and stuff? He doesn’t have that. He also has a very nice ass. Gets flustered if you stare at it or slap it. Please do though his reaction is so cute.

Anyways, back to his dick, the colour is slightly darker than the rest of his body and the tip a tad darker than that. I remember seeing a picture on twitter and omg I couldn’t like it cuz I need some semblance of keeping my twitter professional but omg I saved the link, this is it though, the artist gets him perfectly.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s high but nothing ridiculous. He’s controlled enough where he can go a while without it, but this is harder once he has a partner.

Once you guys have settled into each other and grown comfortable, he’s probably up for it 3-4 times a week, but depends on you and both of your schedules too. Sometimes it’s more, sometimes less. But he’s a busy guy and has tons of things going on so as much as he’d like to, he can’t think about having sex extremely frequently. He’s also gonna have periods where he physically can’t see you that much, so the times you do see each other might be spent having sex so it might feel like it’s crazy high, but it’s more that he’s making up for lost time.

As he gets older his sex drive does decrease slightly, but not by much tbh. He’s very adaptable to your needs too. If you wanna fuck a lot that’s all great but if it’s like twice a day every day then calm down dang you might need to satisfy yourself. But if yours is a lot lower than is, he might struggle, but eh, he can manage.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex definitely depletes him and makes it easy to sleep, but he’ll normally wait for you to fall asleep. It’s a control thing and a protective thing, but he just feels a lot better about sleeping once you’re already there dozing off in his arms, and after sex is one of the rare times where he feels relaxed enough and his mind is empty enough where he can get a good night’s rest without any issues.

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With A Bow Tie s.jn

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I am so sorry about this but this is a female/non-binary reader insert, I can't think of a way to make this work for a male reader, it's too self indulgent. I'm so sorry, really. You can still read it of course, but there are some details that might be a wee bit off.

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You've never understood how a bow tie works. Any male figures in your life used full-on ties or the little clip-on bow ties that you don't actually have to, well, tie. Then you started dating Johnny Suh and discovered that bow ties were relatively common, most of his (humongous) friend group used them more often than a long tie.

The morning of his friend Taeyong's wedding, the two of you are getting ready in your shared hotel room, him in his suit and you in your best clothes. Johnny looks absolutely stunning and you find yourself wondering how he would look if you were to walk down the aisle towards him. You nearly melt from the image; even in your head, he has the prettiest smile. You snap out of your thoughts when he asks you to help decide which of the two ties he brought looks best. You raise your eyebrow in amusement.

"You brought two ties to the hotel?"

He goes to run a hand through his hair before remembering the gel in it and freezing his hand mid-air. "I couldn't decide yesterday, I thought maybe I'd be more sure today," he tells you, and you can see he's just as exasperated with himself as you are.

"Okay," you say with a laugh. "I'll help, but you have to teach me how to tie a bow tie, and not laugh at me."

He doesn't hesitate even a moment before saying, "deal."

You tell him that you think the red tie goes better with the occasion and he nods, ready to take your word for it. In exchange, Johnny shows you exactly how the oddly shaped fabric turns into a bow.

"Okay so you start a little bit like tying shoes," he says, showing you. "Then this bottom piece gets folded in half, making one half of the bow. Then you wrap this other side up and around, securing it." You watch with something akin to awe as he twists the fabric with nimble fingers and makes half a bow. "Now this other side gets folded in half as well and you tuck it through the back to make the other half of the bow. Then if we just tug a little it straightens out into a nice bow!"

"You make it look so easy," you breathe out. "Can I try on your other one?" He looks down at his watch, smiling at your enthusiasm.

"When we get home, I'll let you practice until you can make a million perfect bows," he tells you, "but we're going to be late for the wedding if we take much longer, and I'm a Best Man. I can't be late."

You huff out a breath but follow him out the door after grabbing your things. You're more eager than you'd like to admit to see the mystery fiancee of Taeyong's. He's kept her to himself for too long.

When you arrive at the wedding there are people streaming into the church, Johnny's whole enormous group of friends is here, some with their significant others, and so are older adults and- is that Xing-Yi?!

You gasp, looking at Johnny. "I think I know those girls! I'm gonna go see if they know who the bride is." You kiss him on the cheek and before he's even answered you're speeding off towards the group of surprisingly familiar faces.

"XING-YI!" you call. She turns all the way around and it is her, and around her are Krystal, Nini, Storm, Felix, Allex, Bruna, Bean, Taytem, Aditi and other friends from your high school years.

"Y/N!" she exclaims delightedly, and opens her arms for a tight hug of welcome. "I didn't know Brooke invited you!"

"Brooke?" you echo, confused. "I'm here for Taeyong, I'm dating his friend Johnny." You barely have a moment to consider the fact that Brooke forgot to invite you. Then again, Taeyong did, and they couldn't invite you twice. Brooke is the bride?

"Taeyong?" says Allex. "Skinny kid, always dancing, all the girls and the gays wanted to have sex with him?"

"Yeah, he got more attractive, and he's also the groom," you tell the group.

"And Brooke is the bride?" Nini is all out squealing. You wince at the shrillness. "Dude, I can't believe they kept this a secret for so long!"

"I can't either," remarks Sicheng, coming up and putting his arms around Xing-Yi's waist. You roll your eyes. They're ones to talk. It took ages to get Xing-Yi's name out of Sicheng's mouth and even longer for you to meet her and realize that it was your Xing-Yi. Allex seems to have the same thought and her mouth is halfway open before she appears to think better of it and closes it again. She's been dating Jaemin for years, a fact you were very jealous of until you met Johnny. They're rather… flamboyant about their love for each other.

Then finally everyone is sitting down and of course you sit with the girls because Johnny is up with Taeyong, who looks gorgeous as ever in his suit and (actual) tie. Allex wasn't kidding; all the girls and a surprising amount of guys wanted him back then, and probably still do. Now he'll be Brooke's to hold and to cherish forever. You desperately hope that she's not the jealous type.

All of a sudden music starts playing and Brooke walks through the doors to the chapel in all her glory; her dress swishes around her legs as she walks, train falling gracefully to the floor, thin veil over her face and she looks amazing, and you find yourself beating back jealousy. You will not ruin this beautiful occasion with envy. Her smile is visible even though the veil and she just looks so happy.

After the service everyone is socializing and most of the chatter, from what you can tell, is about how ‘it was Brooke all along’ or ‘can you believe she's married to Taeyong?!’ Apparently they kept it a secret from everyone except their parents. Eventually the bride and groom come in themselves and people are swarming them; your group stays back. You have all the time in the world. Johnny comes to find you in the crowd and then finally it's your turn to go congratulate the couple and tell them how fantastic they looked. They're a great match.

When you get home the next morning after sleeping in and driving from the hotel, Johnny lets you practice how to tie a bow tie on him, patiently instructing you.

Life is good.

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prose-for-hire · 3 years

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Amend and make do

[Very late 12 Days of Christmas fic]

Pairing: Angel x reader

Request: for Christmas could you please write a angel x reader fic set in S1 of ATS where Angel is anxious and troubled by last Christmas (Amends) so the reader waits the day out with him to stop him from spiraling, distracting him when they can and comforting him when they can’t?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I re-watched amends and cried at the end lol. This isn’t so Christmas themed, but it happens on Christmas Day 💜

It was Christmas. Often, this time of year was like marmite. People either loved or hated it. But to you, it was just there. Some years you could have a child-like reverence for the holiday with others it just happened to be some day towards the end of the year.

However, there was one year, before you and Angel became lovers, where Christmas really sucked. And that’s the poetic term for it.

It was because of the way he looked that evening. He obviously hadn’t slept that day. He was traumatised. A shell of himself. You had never seen him this way before.

The mask had slipped. The one he would usually present to you all. It was the first time he had let you in this way. Thought to ask for help. He trusted you and he looked terrified.

The office was closed for the few days surrounding Christmas. The helpless would have to stay that way over this holiday period. You had had the rest of the weekend off too, Angel had a soft spot for you and it had been the talk of the office while you had been away. By talk of the office I, of course, mean that Doyle and Cordelia were gossiping about it while waiting for the phone to ring.

You came back on Christmas Day though, just as the moon had started to rise in the sky. You had forgotten something that you no longer recalled once you saw him there. It didn’t matter anymore.

The office had been closed and it was dark. But you had a key. A biting wind whipped around you as you turned the key in the lock. That unsettling sense of foreboding that sent a deep chill straight to your bones.

You wrapped your jacket around you as you stepped into the dark room. The Christmas decorations were still up, you would have to take them all down tomorrow. You never really liked taking the decorations down, no matter what you were feeling about the holiday. It just appeared kind of bleak to see space where there had been something there before. Made the room bigger. Emptier.

You moved around to where your desk was, shuffling in the dark. You didn’t bother with the light, the moon was high in the sky and cast enough for you to see to walk. You didn’t want to disturb Angel who may be in his home below, he was sensitive to noise so even a light switch may waken him.

But you soon found that there was no need for you to be quiet. You could see the outline of a figure. Of him.

The small filtering moonlight cast upon his face. The dim glow allowing you to see his disturbed form.

Your heart sunk at the sight of him. He was dishevelled and in the same clothes you had last seen him in. His head was in his hands and he was crouched on the floor in the corner of the room. He kept muttering something over and over.

Something about amends.

You instantly moved to his side, dropping to his level. You were on your knees beside him. You very slowly snaked a comforting hand around his shoulder. The care that he didn’t think he deserved.

You asked him what was wrong, he was silent for a long time. But he slowly managed to look up. He of course knew it was you, your scent was heavenly to him. He usually didn’t stand so close because he was sure he would be sent straight to hell for even looking at you for too long.

After a while he spoke, his eyes almost staring through you. He was trapped inside his mind. He said that he was struggling. You tried to coax him further but he was silent again.

You were concerned, your brow furrowed as you tried to comfort him. He couldn’t sleep, had fitful dreams.

“I-I don’t think I can do this” He admitted slowly. You knew immediately what he meant. Everything. His past. The present. Destinies and living in a world that you had once savaged in your own name. He was battling against his own mind and your heart ached for him.

“You can. Of course you can”

“Y-You don’t know who I am. Wh-at I’ve done to people”

“I know enough to know that you will never hurt people the way he would. The demon isn’t you, Angel” You insisted. Of course you knew about Angelus, he had been stupid to hope you could look at him and not know about his vile actions.

But when he dared to look back into your eyes, there was no hatred. No disgust there. The only thing he saw as he looked into your eyes was your sincerity. It penetrated through that cracked exterior of his.

The cracks were getting wider. He was letting you in. He found himself wanting you to know him, to know what it was he felt. He had never felt he could speak on it. To put it into words would surely make the guilt worse. But it was you.

He had been drawn to you since you had first met and he wanted to be honest with you. He wanted so much to spend long evenings talking through his trauma, and to assist you and listen to yours. But he was scared to admit it.

He took a shaky breath before he spoke, his hand running through his hair and back again before he said it. The guilt wracked through him. It was so strong you could almost feel it yourself.

“Last year, at this time I was plagued by visions. Visions from my own past, the guilt I couldn’t bare it and I’m… I’m afraid that the demon is gonna return” He said this sentence with such clarity. As if he were performing on stage and he was allowing the back row to hear his intimate emotions. Thoughts.

You nodded slowly, taking his hand in yours. That had been a big thing for him to admit.

“I understand, but this-this isn’t who you truly are. You are a man of strength. You are the most courageous and understanding person I have met since I moved here and what happened to you, what you and all of those people at the demon’s hand went through was horrible. But it’s not you anymore.

He stopped you, explaining. Telling you horrors that you couldn’t even fabricate in your nightmares. Of killing and torture. Of blood and conquest.

You recoiled, of course you did. But your hand never moved from where it rested in his. He expected it to. Willed it to because he didn’t feel he deserved your kind eyes. Your understanding nod as he spoke.

You were left in silence for a moment. You saw his eyes were wild with the memories as fresh as if they had just happened. Of the things he had spoken about. A film playing behind his eyes.

You knelt now, moving closer, taking either side of his face in your hands. You touched him with such care, guiding his face towards yours. You stroked his cheek softly, “I know it’s not going to leave your mind - this guilt. Because it’s a measure of who you are, Angel. A good man” You whispered, “So, let me stay with you? By your side?”

“You want to be here, on Christmas?”

“You spend time with those you love. And I love you, Angel. Beyond hope or reason” You whispered as if it were a casual admittance. You loved him and you weren’t ashamed to tell him. You needed him to know that there was nothing he could have said to change this.

“You can’t mean that, after everything I’ve-”

“I have faith. In you… in us. We can last a night. This night. Together.” You spoke firmly, but you allowed him to make the final decision. You wouldn’t force yourself upon him or make him recount more of his misery if he couldn’t bare it.

He thought for a moment before nodding at your words. Yes. He wanted you there. He needed you. He didn’t think he could have lasted that night. He was barely hanging on when you entered the office. The First hadn’t been there, but the guilt still had been. The violent flashing of images. The theatre of horror he had created inside his mind.

It was a release for him when he agreed to have you with him. To share his burden, even if it had barely scratched the surface on his sins. The confession had shocked him and he didn’t feel he deserved your kindness. He wasn’t a good man. A righteous man. But he wanted to be. God, did he want to be.

He collapsed into you, his face hidden. You wrapped your arms around him as if you could protect him from everything that plagued him. His arms clutching at you as if you were the last thing in the world. In his world. His shoulders wracked with emotion. Silent tears fell and he leaned into you. Clinging to you, his hands gripping you tightly.

You held him close, fighting off your own tears so that you could be strong. For him. He let you in from that moment on. It was a silent bond that you would forever cherish. You now possessed the fractured mirror into his mind, the only piece left belonged to you. His soul spoke to yours in a language only you could understand.

This was something he could share with you. Only you.

You would be there for him, you stayed up together through that night. You held him when he started to get in his head again. You spoke and helped distract him. He would never be free from the guilt but being by your side was as close as he could ever get.

This was the start of something profound. You both felt it.

He learned to rely on you, to trust you so deeply. He was determined to become the man that you were sure that he was.

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goldentsum · 3 years

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— white-smoked visions with shigaraki ♡

to: 🌨️ anonnie

from: the mischievous stars

— your relationship with him:

you’re so different from shigaraki that he doesn’t know how he got you to stay with him tbh... he’s also very insecure and it doesn’t help that you’re so fucking pretty and that you can be friends with all sorts of people out there... you just lighten up the room wherever you go and then, there’s him.. who destroy all the things he come across.

he might not tell you this but it’s kind of obvious that you can tell. when you hugged him tight into your chest, raking your fingers through his messy locks, he’s putty in your hands.. he might also cry but he won’t admit it-- shigaraki is a touch-starved baby so please take good care of him and you won’t worry about anything else because he’s right there for you as well.

shigaraki likes being alone, well alone with you, and he absolutely love it when you stay behind with him. just chilling and being domestic. past! shigaraki never thought that this would be his future, if someone ever catch him being domestic lol ashes. but now, he has no shame whatsoever. he will smother you with kisses infront of everyone, he doesn’t care.

ohhh, shigaraki loves your style so much because it’s so different from your loud and enthusiastic side! the dark makeup and clothes, and that corset making your waist so snatched? :DDDD don’t mind him, he is just looking ✨ respectfully ✨

also! he can be quite an asshole.. not that type of asshole that would make you cry on purpose. (well,, debatable but yk...) he will play a horror game with you sitting in front of him, caged in between his legs, and will laugh at you when jumpscares happen. but if you cry, omg he’ll feel so guilty but you’re just so cute.. :(( he couldn’t help it.

if you ever make him a playlist, he will cherish it FOREVER. shigaraki will listen to it all the time but you never really catch him listening to it so you thought that he prolly forgot about it. but no, that shit is what he listens to all the time. like all the time. (even if there’s songs he doesn’t understand because it’s in filipino, made him cry one time when he googled what the certain love song means)

you two also agreed on, no to hot weather so now your apartment is competing on the number one coldest place in the world. one time, dabi had to deliver something to yalls place and his ass froze inside your apartment. he’ll never repeat that again, mans will bring a whole thickass jacket just to wear if he’s gonna go inside your apartment.

over-all, you two are clingy babies and shigaraki will kill for you. no cap. he will do it but only if you say that it’s okay yk?

— pictures:

— songs that describe your relationship with him:

sunkissed - khai dreams

my guy - mary wells

— ending card from hoonie:

haiiiii nonnieeee! i hope this was okay hehe, sorry for being so slow in my writing huhu.. finals and stress really got to me :// but i still hope that this was okay and met your expectation KSKSKS thank you for joining my event, lovely! <3

#hoonie's 5k event: he lives in daydreams with me ⛅#dream 1: white-smoked visions #shigaraki

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monaownsmyass · 4 years

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Time’s Up

If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!

Book: My First Two Loves

Pairing: Ava Lawrence x MC (Emma Price)

Genre : Angst

Rating: PG13, a couple of strong words

Word Count: 1,510

A/N: MC realised she likes Ava a little too late and struggles to cope with it. I was literally in the middle of writing a different Ava x MC fluff fic when I had the sudden urge to write a full on angst piece so I did. I know we Ava stans have suffered enough at the hands of PB but at least my fic is gay. This was written on a whim in a little over 2 hours so idk how good it is lol it’s my first fully angst work too so lmk how I did!

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I heard sobs as I walked past Emma's room. Uncontrollable, inconsolable sobs. I stopped in my tracks and bit my lip. I wanted to go in and comfort her, to ask her what's wrong and how I could help her. But I've tried that the day this all started and she refused to even let me in her room.

She's been like this for the past few days and I couldn't bear it. She was my sister and it killed me to know that she wouldn't even let me in and my heart hurt to hear her cries and sorrow. I reached out for the door knob but hesitated when my hand was on it.

I sighed and shook my head. She clearly wanted space and I don't think it would help to barge in on her at her most vulnerable state. It took everything I had to move away from the door and walk away but I did.

I walked away and the sound of my elder sister calling out Ava's name as she cried faded with it.

~*~*~

How long had I been cooped up in my room? When was the last time I had a proper meal or even took a shower? When was the last time I saw anyone? Talked to anyone? What day was it? What was the time?

I couldn't answer any of those questions...

And I didn't care.

I didn't care about any of that. How could I when the thing that made me care walked out on me?

I know it sounds like she was the villain in this story but she wasn't. The only villain was time.

Goddamn time.

Time wasn't real, it didn't exist, but it was the thing we all dreaded. One way or another, sooner or later, eventually, we all ran out of it.

At that time, I felt like I had all the time in the world. After all, there wasn't any rush, right? My best friend would always be by my side, no matter what I did or who I picked, right? Right...?

Wrong!

Then, suddenly, I didn't have enough of it. Like an hourglass being smashed before the last grains of sand in it could fall.

Time was up before I knew it and if I had only one wish to do anything I ever wanted, I would turn back time to when it all went downhill. As selfish as it sounded, I wouldn't have cured world hunger or restored world peace or wish for equity for everyone.

Would that make me a bad person? To wish for personal gain if that wish rightfully belonged to me? Some would say yes, others no. Some would be uncertain and who could blame them?

For me, I didn't care if it was good or bad or morally-grey. I already saw myself as a bad person when I treated her an alternative instead of my go-to, so what was another selfish act?

'Cuz fuck, I just wanted Ava Lawrence.

But she didn't want me.

I could cry as much and as hard as I wanted but I knew deep down that wouldn't help with anything. It wasn't gonna get her back, it wasn't gonna ease my burden, it wasn't gonna fill this emptiness in me that was present ever since I watched her walked away from me and it definitely fucking wasn't gonna heal my wounded soul that would remain scarred so long as she wasn’t with me. Nothing.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I glanced up at my ceiling. Photos of Ava and I plastered all over it above my bed. We hugged and smile and laughed and it felt like a lifetime ago. Maybe it was. I wasn't sure.

All I was certain about was the present and right now, I was pathetically and miserably crying over my love who probably didn't give a fuck about me anymore.

My gazed focused on one particular picture among the cluster. It was the last time we actually spent proper time together before shit hit the fan.

It was also the memory I cherished the most. It still was and even if millions of years go by and I was already on my life after the afterlife, I still would remember it fondly.

In the picture, Ava looked at me as I looked at her, on this very bed I was currently grieving on. I reached my hand out like I remembered doing months ago where I grasped onto her warm hand that fitted in mine as if it was meant to be. Only this time, I grasped at the cold, empty sheets.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and the sound of her giggle lit up the room. Now, the chilling air from my fan brushed against my face and left me feeling exposed to the vast darkness of the space I was in.

She caressed my skin and looked into my eyes like she was looking at the world. Because at that time, it was true. I was her world. I looked at her like she was mine too. But that was then. Right now, my tears trailed my skin. It trailed my cheeks and forearms and hands from when I rubbed my blurry sight which was the only thing I could see.

She whispered 'I love you' in my ear and I felt goosebumps rise from her breath tickling my neck. In this moment, I could only hear my own sobs fill up my ears and the only goosebumps I had was from the fear of knowing I'd never experience that sensation again.

My heart raced and my stomach was in knots at her declaration. But now, my heart ached and I was sick to my stomach. I felt like throwing up but even that wouldn't make me feel better. Nothing could.

I thought back to when I started avoiding her after that. Months. I avoided her for months because I was too afraid to face my feelings for her. Too afraid to know the truth. I shut her out and didn't give her an explanation. I couldn't even look at her and I knew she thought she was the problem. That, of course, was the furthest thing from the truth.

The problem was me.

I was my biggest enemy.

Time may have been the main villain in this story but I held myself back. Time didn't tell me to ignore Ava and pretend my feelings weren't real, I did.

And when I realised I couldn't run away from them of her any longer, my time ran out.

I should've known she wouldn't have waited on me forever but something in me believed she would. And I think that's what made me a bad person. Not some metaphorical wish I'd use for myself but for thinking others, especially the ones closest to me, owed me something that wasn't mine to begin with. For thinking others owed me their time that was clearly running out too.

I remembered running after Ava, calling out to her, shouting, anything to get the attention I was craving for in the months I stopped speaking to her.

I remembered groveling and apologising, saying how wrong and sorry I was, how I would do anything to make things right between us and how I'd give up the world just to hold her again.

She told me I didn't have to do that and embraced me but it didn't feel right. The warmth her hugs normally had were absent, the tight grip she used to have was now loose and reluctant. The comfort I usually felt in her arms was replaced by uncertainty. This wasn't a welcome back hug. It was a goodbye.

This wasn't the hug I wanted but what I wanted didn't matter. I still treasured that hug, making the most of it and soaking up every last second of feeling her body pressed against mine that that hug gifted me.

She pulled away all too soon and didn't say another word to me. She looked me in the eyes and where I once saw her staring at her world was now empty. She wasn't looking at her world, just a forgotten planet. A lonely place that was once full of hope and adoration was now gone. She turned away from me and didn't look back.

Every step she took made every fibre of my being wanted to scream 'stop!'. To run after her and take her in my arms again, to grab onto her hand and never let go.

But instead, I stood still.

I shouted to her, finally admitting that I was in love with her. That I didn't think could live without her.

That made her stop. She stopped and told me she loved me too.

But not anymore.

Heart shattering, I watched her one last time, still looking at her like she was my world. I watched her walk further and further away from me.

And eventually, out of my life. For good.

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softspiderman · 3 years

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soft christmas dad

[this is for anna, but i thought everyone would like a little bit of dadzawa for christmas lol. enjoy!]

Shota Aizawa hated the cold. To make matters worse, it was snowing outside.

Normally, he would be sleeping on Christmas, but things are not so normal as of late. His apartment once only housing himself, now is home to a young Eri and a hero-in-training Hitoshi Shinsou.

It was not even six in the morning when Aizawa awoke to some rustling outside his room. Despite how much he cherished his sleep, he’s always been a light sleeper. Must be his hero instinct.

Aizawa tip-toed out of his bedroom, ever so cautious with the two extra people under his roof. A few more steps down the hall was the living room, where the rustling was coming from.

Slow steps. Holding his breath. Don't make a sound.

When the time deemed right, Aizawa activated his quirk and kicked the intruder to the ground and raised his fist, but his eyes widened and quirk deactivated when he saw who he just pinned down.

"Merry Christmas to you, too, Shota! "joked Hizashi Yamada with a playful smirk, like he was expecting this type of greeting. Aizawa scoffed and lowered his fist. "How did you get in?"

"Last year’s Christmas, you gave me a key to your place," Hisashi rose an unimpressed eyebrow, but smiled widely once more when the black haired hero looked away, embarrassed. "You were really ambitious back then, what happened?"

Aizawa playfully swatted Hizashi on his shoulder and got up off him. Holding a hand out to hold him up he said, "I gave you that key for emergancies, Hizashi, not because I was trying to feel you up."

"Maybe I wanted you to," Hizashi, ever the flirt, winked.

Shota gave him a dead look with a smirk and pointed to the hallway he just pounced from. "I hope you aren't trying to do something with kids in the apartment."

"Oh!" Hizashi suddenly stood up straight and his eyes lit up. "That's actually the reason I came!"

"Could you be any louder?"

"Yes, but that's for later," Hizashi winked again. He then bent down to the ground a started checking on what looked like Christmas presents. Oh, of course...

"What you got there?" Shota tried to peak into a bag, but Hisashi snatched up with a fond glare and started placing all the gifts on the low coffee table. There was so many, almost too many for one person too carry up four flights of stairs by himself.

"This is Eri's first Christmas, right?" Shota nodded. "Did you get her anything? Actually, did you get either of them something?"

"Of course I got the kids something, Hizashi," Shota rolled his eyes. "They need to have some form of entertainment in this boring apartment."

Hizashi laughed loudly, grabbed Shota's wrist, and pulled him into his tiny kitchen. "Let's get something cookin' to wake them up nicely, huh?" It seemed Shota had no choice, but at least he was warm.

Hitoshi and Eri shared a room. At first, they lay as far away from each other as they could get. Now, Eri is curled up like a kitten against Hitoshi's back.

It didn't take long for them to get used to one another and now they were as thick as theives.

Hitoshi hasn't felt this safe since... well, he just can't seem to remember. Having a man as caring and gentle, yet nonchalant and blank as Mr. Aizawa looking after him was truly his blessing. For a while, he thought he was alone. But Mr. Aizawa always made him think twice.

He was currently dreaming. A pleasant dream of him sitting under a tree, drinking some hot cider, while watching the snow. He was then brought to the attention of a smell. A smell?

Hitoshi slowly blinked his eyes open and his senses then became over- loaded with the smell of an American traditional breakfast. His first thought was to think. 'Well, that’s weird. Mr. Aizawa barely cooks..' Then-

'It 's Christmas!' ringed in his head. He almost shot straight out of bed before remembering a certain bed buddy of his.

Ever so slowly, he turned his body around to face the sleeping little girl. She seemed so blissfully unaware of the world around her that Hitoshi almost felt bad for disturbing her. He softly laid a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her to consciousness.

"Oh, Eri." Hitoshi murmured. "It's a big day, you need to wake up to see it."

Eri grumbled and twisted around, trying to grasp on to sleep for just a moment longer. Hitoshi chuckled and shook her once more.

"Mr. Aizawa is making some breakfast," he spoke a little louder. "We shouldn't let him eat it all by himself, now."

Food always seemed to be the trick.

Eri slowly opened her eyes, then let out a big yawn.

"Good morning, sunshine," Hitoshi chuckled at the barely-awake little girl.

"G' mornin', 'Shi." Her words jumbled together, but Hitoshi was basically an Eri Professional by now.

"You ready to face the day?"

"Always!"

Hitoshi took her attempted enthusiasm as a sign to get out of bed. So, he rolled out and walked over to Eri's side, where she was waiting for him with her eyes half opened and arms out wide.

He picked her up and set her down in front of their shared closet. As he rifled through her clothes, he looked at her out the corner of his eye and asked, "Do you know what day it is, sunshine?" Eri shook her head." It's Christmas! Don't you remember Mirio talking about a day where people give presents to people they love?"

The little girl then was suddenly more awake. "Yes!" she almost shouted.

"Well, we need to get ready to see what Mr. Aizawa got you, right?"

"Yes! I can't wait to see what it is!"

Hitoshi found a red dress with glitter all over it and decided it was "Christmas" enough. He held out the dress towards Eri. She all but snatched it out of his grasp and ran to the corner of the room to get dressed.

The teen laughed then turned back to the closet to get his own outfit out. He just chose a simple gray, long-sleeve and some black sweats. He didn't have to look at the snow out the window to tell the trio wasn't going anywhere today.

"I'm all ready, 'Shi!" Hitoshi supposes she'll be okay with un-combed hair for now.

"Then, go and see what Mr. Aizawa is cooking up while I get ready." And like that, Eri was out of there.

Little Eri sprinted out the bedroom, down the hall, and to the kitchen. She suddenly halted when she noticed a guest scrambling eggs.

"Mr. Yama!"

The two adults nearly jumped out of their skin at the yell, but relaxed quickly when they realized who was yelling. Hizashi took the pan of eggs off the heat and placed them on a warmer.

Hizashi turned his full attention back to the grinning child. "Eri!" He took one large stride and let her jump into his awaiting arms. "Merry Christmas, firecracker!"

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Yama!"

Normally, Shota Aizawa would be annoyed, but looking over at the two only made him feel incredibly fond.

"Where's Hitoshi, firecracker?" Hizashi looked down the hall to catch sight of the Hen, but saw only a closed bedroom door.

"Getting dressed!"

Hizashi hummed and placed Eri back on the ground. She then ran to stuff her face in the back of Shota's knees. Shota grunted in surprise, but only sighed softly at her as he flipped a pancake.

It was quiet for a moment. Only the sound of pancake batter hitting the hot pan making any noise.

Hitoshi and Eri's bedroom door opened to reveal a certain Hitoshi Shinsou walking out while typing something on his phone. Messages from his class and some from Shota's class, probably.

"Big man, there you are!”

Hitoshi can't say he's the least bit surprised Hizashi is here. He sent a reply to Denki Kaminari before pocketing his cell and giving the overexcited blonde man a lazy grin.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Yamada."

Hizashi scoffed playfully, "How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Hizashi, kid?"

"As many times as it makes me laugh at your annoyance face," Hitoshi chuckled, setting himself onto the sofa. His laughter got caught in his throat when he took in the amount of gifts on the coffee table in front him. "Geez, where'd these come from?"

"Are those for us?!" Eri suddenly appeared in the living room with her face nearly in the presents.

Hizashi laughed at both kid's stunned faces and walked into the living room." Of course! Who else would they be for?" Eri giggled when Hizashi picked her up away from the gifts and on to the sofa next to Hitoshi. "How about we open them when Shota gets done with those pancakes, huh?" Both kids nodded enthusiastically.

They all waited as patiently as they could for Shota to get done. Then, he rounded the corner and took a seat next to Hizashi on the floor.

"Well? Are we going to open presents?"

Hizashi immediately got up and picked up a box and a bag and set it beside Eri. He pointed to the two gifts," Go ahead, firecracker!"

Eri picked up the box and started ripping the wrapping paper off. She let out a gasp at the sight of her gift.

"You got me a coloring book and crayons?!" Eri all but screeched. She then flung herself into Hizashi's arms, making him grunt in surprise. "Thank you! I love it!"

"Your welcome, firecracker!" Hisashi was was sure he had never genuinely smiled so much before meeting Eri. "Now open the bag!"

Inside the bag was a pink hoodie with cat ears on the hood. Cat themed things for Eri seemed like a must.

(''If she's going to live with you, Shota, she's gonna need to fit your aesthetic!")

She immediately put it on.

Shota stood up and walked to a closet. He grabbed out two gifts, one wrapped in blue, the other in purple. He handed Eri the blue with a barely restrained smile. He would never admit that seeing the little girl gush over his gift of a beaded bracelet with her name it brought him more joy than anything else.

As she was distracted by her gifts, Hizashi gave Hitoshi a bag and set a medium sized boy with holes on the sides in front of him. "Your turn, kiddo."

Hitoshi opted for Shota's gift first. He smiled widely as he looked over the purple and black beaded bracelet with his initials on it. He quickly put it on and went to open the bag from Hizashi.

Inside was a small bag of cat treats, a couple mouse toys, and a small collar with little moons on them.

The teen gave Hizashi a curious look, to which Hizashi just gestured to the box still on the floor.

Slowly, Hitoshi slid off the couch and tensely reached out to the box. He heard Eri behind him tearing into her crayons. With one last look towards Hizashi and Shota before sliding the lid of the box and letting out a gasp at the content inside.

A grey Scottish Fold lay peacefully asleep, curled up in many blankets.

Hitoshi's mouth was dropped open. He barely registered the teachers' laughs and Eri's squeal to seeing the kitten. He looked to Hizashi with a shocked expression and hope in his eyes.

"They're mine?" He asked quietly.

Hizashi chuckled, "She's all yours, kiddo." Not even a second later, Hitoshi pounced on him and gave him the biggest hug. "Oof!"

"Thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Yamada!" Hitoshi didn't know what else to say other than "thank you!", but Hiroshi was endeared. "I'll take great care of her!"

"I know you will, kiddo!"

"I want a hug, too! "Eri decided to join in on the dog pile. After a moment of giggles, all three looked towards a fondly smiling Shota.

Shota's smile dropped slightly, "What?"

He didn't get a chance to react before Hitoshi and Hizashi both pulled him into the pile. Shota grunted and was drowned in a heap of cuddles and giggles.

Normally, Shota Aizawa would be annoyed. But things haven't been normal lately. At least he was warm.

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vivithefolle · 3 years

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It's really strange imo how many people go about saying stuff like "x character balances y character out, ergo x is the best partner and therefore y's twu luv~" as if that is completely necessary in an ideal pairing? Like, the assumption that either Ron or Harry or somebody else has to be a perfect counterweight to Hermione is pervasive. Which is weird considering how the most significant relationship dynamics we experience in the text is of a trio!

I'm not suggesting that poly is the way to go (though if that floats your boat, no judgement here). But the exposure to more nuanced dynamics in this very same text, like the three-part structure of Harry the Body • Ron the Heart • Hermione the Mind, ought to register better in fans. And like maybe also that whole moral that Love Will Save You - not just romance, but friendship, and family, and community, too - should have made more impact here.

I think it's an iffy way to idealize relationships, because it's essentially an expectation for a partner to supplement you as a person. That they should fill or fix all your deficits while not supplanting or interfering with your better features... But more than that, I think it's plain ridiculous to demand that one person must meet all these points to "solve" the other. All of our relationships contribute to shaping us as a person. Character growth occurs not only through interaction with a lover and the support of a partner, but through your bonds with everyone who you care enough about to put stock in. Both in fiction and irl!

Yeah, it is great and very compelling when the individuals in a ship complement each other - but that's really just because it enhances thematic elements for storytelling purposes! Which is why we can find ourselves enjoying unusual fanfic pairings between characters who've never interacted in the text when the author finds clever ways to link up themes and develop them. But as a determination for who is most suitable to find love in each other, it's not some definitive "correct" method undeserving of critique. Idolizing a ship for this reason is really narrow-minded in my estimation :T People aren't math problems who need to be solved, or who can only be answered in one way.

Basically, this is my manifesto on how stan culture fucking sucks. Thanks for reading lol happy shipping

Yes yes yes yes yes yes! Yes absolutely!

Absolutely, relationships aren’t. Like. The ultimate resolution to things! The obsession with romantic love - and I ship OT3-1, I am just as guilty of it - as this sort of thing that... somehow solves everything, completes you and makes everything perfect - it’s not that!

And honestly, yeah I’m totally biased that way, I love seeing Ron being comforted by his romantic partner(s) and being vulnerable and cherished and all that but I know it’s not really realistic, it’s just My Aesthetic™ and something I want to see more since it’s pretty much ALWAYS Ron who is doing the comforting and being the ~big strong manly pillar of strength for poor delicate Hermione~ and I HATE IT. I’m aware that there’s probably a shitload of projection involved, many girls who would like to have a Ron to comfort them and writing that out, but I’m like PLEASE let’s focus on him and not you for once.

It’s just... yeah, relationships aren’t easy, whether romantic or platonic. I will often downplay Harry and Hermione’s friendship to remind people of how strong a bond they both share with Ron - it’s bad, I shouldn’t do it, but I JUST CAN’T DEAL WITH THE “hurr durr rawn iz uzeless” narrative that’s been permeating the fandom for years and I will fight it in any way I can by pointing out literally everything, because if you ever slightly concede a point to these people they’re gonna go “HA YOU SEE I’M RIGHT SO YOU’RE ADMITTING RON IS USELESS” and... like no, eff off. So the way to counteract the “Ron was an ass” thing isn’t to say “oh yes, Ron was an ass, but he got better!!”, it’s “he wasn’t much more of an ass than Harry and Hermione were, why hold Ron to such different standards?”

Part of why I like Romione is the reverse gender-roles dynamic they’ve got going on. Ron being the more emotional caretaker one, which is a stereotypically feminine role in fiction, while Hermione is a bit more logical and academical, which usually is a typical masculine role (the mentor role, the teacher role, etc). I can’t get enough of that aesthetic. But it’s absolutely true that Ron and Hermione aren’t perfect halves of a greater whole - nobody is, and nobody should be! It’s not your job or anyone’s to be your partner’s “help-meet”. If you like that, if you happen to have such qualities that balance out your partner’s, that’s great! But you are in no way obliged to develop such qualities to “make my partner great again”. Hermione is pants at self-care, Ron likes taking care of people - all good! Great! But if Hermione doesn’t care for Quidditch and if Ron doesn’t care for, like, magical quantum physics or such, it doesn’t mean they’re incompatible either! It means they’ll just get their Quidditch and quantum physics talks elsewhere, from different people, and that’s fine. I think being in quarantine should have helped people realize that there’s only so much time you can take being stuck with the same person for days on end without going crazy.

Okay I rambled - right! People shouldn’t have to be perfect foils to their partners. It helps if there’s some degree of complementarity, but you can also work without it. As long as you and your partner are on the same page about things, that’s what should matter the most!

#vivi answers #ask #romione #harry potter series #the golden trio #relationships

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sugarcoats-and-heartbeats · 4 years

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I finished Return of The Thief!!!

Non-spoilery comments:

1. IT WAS SO GOOD! ARGHASLDFJ 2. If you’re anxious, don’t be. Trust MWT.

Now, for all the wild screaming into the void, because I need to get all these irrational, overwhelming feelings out before I hop on over at Sounis LJ and pretend to be smart.

SPOILERS! SPOILERS AHEAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS!

My “live-blog” notes:

- "So, so, so" is out. "Miras' golden balls" is in. - He has all the fighting spirit of an apricot... Like riding a slowly moving sofa - LOL, though I do admit, I find it ironic that Irene would give Gen a horse as a gift, when she's worried of a fall and her own brother died of a fall from horseback - Gen's apartments were Irene's brothers' - two Cleons! two Ions! - why is Attolian!Ion doing back with Gen? Didn't he go with Sophos? - princess Bythesea? LIke, "by the sea"? - SCARY GEN. SCARY GEN EVERYWHERE. SOPHOS! THE PENT! - okay let's back it up here - Sophos throwing water on Gen - GEN CLIMBING UP TO THE WINDOW!!! - ATTOLIA LAUGHING ABOUT IT ZOMG - A;LDFJA;SLDFJAS;LDJK THE PENT AND ATTOLIA AND EUGENIDES AND ALSDFJA;SLDFJKA;LSDFKJ ARRGGGHHHH THAT WAS PRECIOUS BUT ALSO MADDENING - like, here i was, thinking it's Gen who's in danger of getting snatched by a mistress; i was NOT expecting it the other way around - also, every passage i'm either "omg, gen's gonna die" or "nah, he'll be fine." it's so scary whenever pheris talks about the "nowadays" rather than telling the narrative - OMG AND THEN... AND THEN!!! RIGHT AFTER THE PENT SCENE... OMGGGGG THEY JUST DID IT IN THAT ROOM HUH - what is up with all these horrid ambassadors from everywhere?? (Except for the Braels. That one is a keeper)

- Ohh look Irene is doing needlework! Finally! A book where needlework isn't mocked. - Gen doing a somersault from Fryst! - Costissssss!!!!! - oh no! I forgot what Costis's arrival meant - aww, that kindly stable master. bless him! - Genny!!??? GENNY??!!!! I shall now call all my children with a Y at the end. Ireny! Heleny! Bunny can remain the same (though Sophy sounds cute too) - Kamet! - Yessss, Relius! Is back in action!! Also described as "very handsome" so it looks like Costis has competition here - tortured by the *king*?? Wasn't it Attolia who tortured Relius? - lol apparently nobody's ages are going to be revealed - "some unknown sailor fired without orders" something tells me this was planted - Teleus and Relius bro-time. yes i approve - whoa I see an elephant in the drawing!! - okay, was it ever mentioned that Eddisians have tattoos?? Or is this like the first time that was mentioned and everyone is as shocked as me??? - guys, imagine, the MoW. Tattoos!! - okay, so clearly Relius is a playboy?? and i never caught the hint?? - Helen and Irene girl talk, yessss - Fordad's nice. I hope he's not secretly a bad guy - OH NO OH NO Gen resigned!!! What will Irene do? She cannot rule alone again! - omg Gen is such a rebel. I feel for this poor boy. Let me hug him. Let his queen hug him. Somebody hug him! - OMG OMG OMG they're gonna go to Gen's bedroom in Eddis' library, right??? That tumblr post was right! - wooot oh man, Susa turned! whoaaaaa. Gen is so powerful. I am at AWE - asdfasdf neck kisses, hold me, i'm dying - w-w-wait.... so is Susa and Erondites still plotting together though?? Susa, you little snake, I had believed you! - no, Costis is leaving already??

- Costis and the whole comment about "his heart" isn't in his work XD. Though -- guys -- I'm gonna confess, ten years of manning my tiny crack-boat of Costistogiton, I'm a little heartbroken to know they've no hope - Teleus and Relius... Teleus and Relius???? THIS IS CANON GUYS??? But Relius is a playboy??? How does Teleus handle that??? ship name? telrel? leuslius? - Lol, the magus being sassy to his king - ohhhh all these glorious tidbits we're learning about the Eddisian royalty. Helen's mother had an affair with Gen's father? I would not have expected it of the MoW!!! He seemed too straitlaced and in love with his Thief wife - oh. no. eugenides robbed eugenides. i would have NEVER - STENIDESSSSS!!!! - Gen channeling some Edward Elric energy there about his height, huh? Never thought he was bothered by it - what happened to Gen's stomach illness? Is it now gone because the sand in his food is gone? - "Hilarion knew a disaster when he saw one looming right in front of him." OMGGG this is throwback to that Philo comment in KoA - poor Legarus, now the shining example of a man who did poorly in love - OH MY GOD! Teleus was the one who copied the poem for Relius??? - OH. MY. GOD. Irene is pregnant again. - asdlfjalsdkfj "I didn't become inappropriate on my own!" al;sdjfk these babies. - NO. NOOOO GEN DON'T GO AFTER NAHUSERESH!! - NOOOOO STENIDES NOOOOO We never even met you! (except for that one short story) - Hilarion noooooo - oh nooo Gen being tortured AGAIN noooo how much more can this poor boy handle?

- yess Gen the Thief again!! - Eugenides Eugenideides??? - Philoo nooooo! To think he might still be alive if he *had* fought in the battle instead of accompanying Gen to the trap. I am sore about this, ok? SORE - At least my boy Aris is still alive - nooo Fordad, how could you. I rooted for you - Irene crying. My baby - At least Petrus and Galen have finally teamed up - RELIUS NOOOOOOOO. I HATE FORDAD SO MUCH. SO MUCH - no no no I refuse to believe it. Relius is ALIVE hiding REALLY WELL. Shame on him for breaking poor Teleus's and Pheris's hearts - omg Sejanus. All the Pherises. Their poor dear mother, having to be married to the nasty old Erondites - you go, random horseman who took Pheris on your lap!! *I* say you survived the battle; you and Pheris just never crossed paths again - Noo MoW... =( - oh noo, Sejanus. =( All these people I'm mourning when I had hated them before. Though to be fair, Sejanus was really sympathetic at the end of KoA already - HEEECTTTOOORRR????? - LOL omgggg, Baron Anacritus dancing with his lover right after his wife??? the Nerve! - YESSSS, WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT RELIUS?? Yeeaaaaaah!! Now he can go back to Teleus and Pheris, and dote on the prince and princess! - wait, where my boy ARIS at??? Please tell me he and Costis are still 2 peas in a pod!!! - ohhohhooh awwww that lovely short story!!! Irene was descended from a goddess too? Aww. And I suspected Alyta is also the water goddess from QoA. - I can't believe it. It's DONE. It was SO GOOD. I would be cherishing this last book for decades, y'all. It was SO GOOD.

#queen's thief #return of the thief #rott spoilers #return of the thief spoilers #spoilers #DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS

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honestsycrets · 4 years

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How About Now? | [Hvitserk x Reader]

❛ pairing | modern!hvitserk x reader

❛ type | oneshot

❛ type | you won’t give hvitserk sex. he’s pretty sure he’s gonna die.

❛ request | Hey, me again ! I was thinking modern Hvitserk dating a plus-size girl and they still haven’t had sex. One day, he confronts her about it and she admits she has never felt comfortable during sex because of shitty lovers probably. Our puppy shows her how a man can enjoy her body 😏. Thanks 🥰 @alicedopey

❛ tw tags | self-conscious reader, plus size reader, drinking.

❛ sy’s notes | listen, okay, its just not my time to write smut and i’m sorry XD I’ll throw some headcanons out there.

Hvitserk was a good boy.

But a good boy who needed sex. He could stay and be good. He swore that he could. But… he was a boy that needed some lovin’ when he was out with his brothers, showing off their girls at dinner. Even Ivar, who Freydis hung off of. His brothers and their wives were all there. While that was good and well, Hvitserk sat holding the neck of his bottle.

He hears your heels clacking in the background. The house party was coming to an end. Torvi made quick work of the dishes while you wiped things down. Gunnhild, of course, helped with Sigurd who rathered the company of women to the annoying bicker of his brothers.

“So,” Ivar says, drawing circles on Freydis’s thigh. “Did you do it?”

Hvitserk peeps up, recognizing that arrogant prick’s shit-eating grin. He doesn’t know how Ivar heard about their sex life. But nonetheless, Ivar watched all night in fascination as Hvitserk tried his usual moves to no avail.

“You know the answer to that, Ivar.”

Hvitserk brings the rim of the mouth of the bottle to his lips, chugging now. Ivar opens his lips to speak again when Hvitserk lurches up, swishing his bottle as if to indicate that it was empty. He trudges to the window where you peered outside, a small skiff of rain pelting the oversoaked grass. It had been raining relentlessly the past few days.

“Raining?” Hvitserk chucks the bottle in its receptacle.

“Been raining all week,” you return, looking over your shoulder to Hvitserk. He slid behind you with a low voice, quavering as he slid his hand over your thigh. Of course, he wouldn’t get far. Not with whatever it was bothering you, bothering you. It made it hard to think when you took his hand like that and slid it away from your warmth to your hip.

“Not now,” you say, and slip away to show his brothers out before the storm began pelting the ground with renewed force. When they were safely out, you find Hvitserk there again-- slumped on the couch with his bottle between his fingers. His head felt light. Like the bottle between his fingertips sucked away all the worries. Whatever kind of mystery crack shit genie of no sex for you was in there, he wasn’t sure.

“Babe?” you call at last.

He turns up his crestfallen face, grinning his best ‘make it work!’ face he could muster. All he could do was to tell himself that it would pass, but eventually, he knew he would lose interest. There were only so many times he could be thrown off before he would say, fuck it! At least… if you would not explain why.

“Hvitserk?” you prompt again.

Hvitserk has gone pallid, finishing off another beer in the time you showed his family out. “Can I grab the spare?”

“Don’t you want to come cuddle?”

There’s only so fuckin’ much a man wanted to cuddle. But he doesn’t want to say that when you looked so hopeful for it. Your soft cheeks pressing your lips together in a bright pout. Hvitserk hardly wanted to say no.

“I’m kinda smashed.”

You nod emphatically, reaching down to your thick ankles. He watches your dress rise as you loosen the straps to your heels, the slit raising to show the silky line of your panties. Its a strange sensation for sure to be so afraid of his boners. Mostly, because he knew that it wouldn’t go anywhere. But maybe that’s what annoyed him.

“Liking what you see,” you flirt. His head drops back, the familiar throb of his cock hurting his head as much as his heart. The need is distant like a deep ache in his stomach that he just can’t will away.

“Why are you fuckin’ doin’ this to me,” Hvitsek snaps, and he doesn’t feel it really, but the tears are beading at his eyes. You step out of your shoes in surprise, rising up to look at him. Hvitserk never cried. Not that he would show it, anyway. He stands up, turning away from you as he staggers toward the spare.

You reach out to grab his hand, running your nails over his wrist and tugging him back. He drops the empty beer bottle, and your hand takes his other hand, keeping him in place. Your bright eyes focus upon him.

“Hvitserk, what is it?”

He doesn’t know the word for it. A want or a need for the intimacy you kept shutting him out from. “Are you not attracted to me or somethin’?”

As if that was the answer to your question, you lean back. Now he expected his own. While his brothers were ranting on their own sex lives, Hvitserk sat there with you, not saying and not denying anything. He wants intimacy. The comfortable, safe place where he could cherish you without worrying about whether he was making you happy or not.

“I…” you find the words coming out in shaky heaves.

“Yeah,” he cuts you off, pulling his hands free. “I got it.”

“No-- Hvitserk, no!” You stop him. His limbs were heavy and clunky, refusing to carry him to the spare bedroom where he could nurse his boner and pass out in a sea of self-deprecation. “It’s just-- sex never… works.”

You had him there.

“Works?” he repeats. “What--”

“I never like it.”

“Why?” he finds himself asking.

“When you are my size, it is uncomfortable to make love.” You say, gliding your hands up his arm. It’s almost as if you suddenly realize that this was something he wanted. “But… I love you. I’ll do it for you.”

You would do it for him. It’s meant to be something sweet, endearing, lovely-- but to Hvitserk, it sounds like settling. Doing it just to do it. With Hvitserk, that wasn’t something that was going to happen.

“Sexy,” Hvitserk grumbles, and you have to laugh because it must sound as ridiculous to him as it had to you. He flicks his bottle into the trash, and in its place, his hands find their way back around the soft rolls of your waist. He pinches you there, and you swat him, blood rushing to your cheeks. “Hvitserk, knock it off.”

“C’mon,” Hvitserk gleams, and you hate how easy it is to give credence to his words. “Gimme a chance.”

A chance, you sigh out loud. Just one, you tell him, and he’s already outlining it in his head. You’re stepping toward the room, and he snorts gently, a soft but amused noise that reverberates off the thin walls of your home.

“What is it?” you say.

“C’mon,” Hvitserk pulls you toward the room, and there’s dread there, of not being ready. A chance to feel pain, or not be moist enough, or-- “Let’s cuddle.”

Oh. That’s not at all what you thought it would be.

“Cuddle?”

“Yeah,” Hvitserk snorts, waddling to the side. You support him with your hand to your chest. “‘M too fucked up to have sex. ‘Sides,” he pauses. “I wanna plan this out right.”

You smile. After all that fuss, his scene about never having sex ever, he wasn’t about to do this now? “You’re a dumb-shit, Hvitserk.”

“Yep. I know.”

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#Hvitserk x Reader #Hvitserk/Reader #hvitserk ragnarsson x reader #hvitserk's heathen feast #vikings x reader #vikings/reader #honestsycrets: little lovers

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well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now · 4 years

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Hey, it's me again! The Anon that constantly comes back because I'm too lazy to play the new lessons myself.

Anyway, Lesson 30-something, what happened in it? I've just seen screenshots and most of them are Solomon blushing (which, well, can't really say I'm complaining).

Hope you answer, and I'll probably ask you about the lessons after this.

-Anon that's still somehow stuck on Lesson 31. Seriously, I should really start playing the game again soon.

I'm screaming I literally wrote this whole thing and it got deleted because tumblr refused to send it and just banished the reply into the void i want to fight someone. I'm so sorry I'm gonna bang my head against something now.

It's okay if you ask cause I need someone to rant to after lessons!

So two days before the ritual to break the pacts. Solomon is researching how to use the night dagger.

Lucifer & Satan are arguing on the staircase (cause 50% of all important conversations happen on staircases - and I mean this sincerely). Lucifer promised mammon he'd come play cards with him and Satan doesn't want him to go cause he thinks it'll be a scam (he's worried about his dad big brother❤). MC asks Satan if he's worried about Lucifer and that makes his affection go up. He asks MC to promise him to go with Lucifer and keep an eye on him. He ruffles MC's hair and gives them the same we'll still be friends talk that the others do

They go to play cards and place bets, if Mammon wins he gets Lucifer's credit card for a day and if Lucifer wins he gets mc alone for a day. You can choose whether you want mc to either play along or cheer for Lucifer. (And look my MC's performing Olympic grade gymnastics to avoid Lucifer's advances & this lesson has a lot of options to romance Lucifer that I didn't pick so...)

Lucifer gets distracted by Mammon's car before they start playing.

WE GET THE BACKSTORY ABOUT THE CAR!!!!!! AND LOOK IT'S BEING THERE FOR SO LONG WITHOUT BEING ACKNOWLEDGED THAT I WAS ALMOST CERTAIN IVE BEEN HALLUCINATING IT. the backstory was actually really cute.

Mammon really really wanted this limited edition car (it had a rare colour) so he worked his ass off and earned money to buy it (I think it's mentioned that this is the first thing he bought from his own money). But by the time he'd earned enough it had been sold out. As far as Mammon knows Lucifer spoke to the dealer and was able to find one last car (can you do that? Can you just ask them to look in the back and they'll just pop out with a car they accidentally overlooked?). BUT Lucifer recalls that he actually spoke to diavolo and called in a special favour to get the car for mammon. Lucifer tells mammon he was impressed by him and I no longer possess a physical form I'm now a bowl of goop with thumbs to type

Lucifer wins (duh) and mammon asks to speak to mc alone. He tells them that even if their pact is severed he'll always be their first man. MC says 'I won't forget.' Mammon does that stuttery thing and says something like 'don't forget.' He hugs them tight. I added a screenshot of this (& other important moments) to my first answer but I don't wanna risk it cause if I lose this again I will realistically commit homicide. But anyway this line killed me 'suddenly I feel like the invisible bond between us is even stronger than it was before'. If I wasn't a puddle before I would be now

The next day mc & Lucifer meet up to go out, Asmo and mammon complain, I'm a total dick so I don't let MC hold Lucifer's hand and it makes him sad (I cry). They meet Solomon at the gate and he says he needs to talk with MC but can wait till after. He suggests going to the carnival (from the beginning of the season) cause it's the last day at the devildom and Simeon was planning on taking Luke but had to bail to go to the celestial realm. (Also the devildom is only one city/district right? I always saw it as the capital of The Devildom as a whole)

Lucifer laments not being able to remeber their first time at the carnival, mc gets to reassure him that it's okay. They get popcorn and go on the ferris wheel.

He asks them what they spoke about last time on the ferris wheel. The answers are 'Lucifer' or 'diavolo' . if you choose diavolo he throws shade at past Lucifer for being an idiot and talking about another man when with MC (*SNORT*) .

LUCIFER CONFESSES!!!? HE SAYS "MC I LOVE YOU"?!? HE'S THE FIRST BROTHER TO DIRECTLY CONFESS AND HAVE MC DIRECTLY CONFESS BACK.HE BASICALLY SAYS 'ANYWAY PAST LUCIFER WAS A FUCKING IDIOT BUT I LOVE YOU'. my mc goes 'lol as a friend'

Yes yes ik mammon technically confessed first and did so twice (thrice?) but neither were direct. The first was him agreeing with mc about them being in love in front of someone else and the second was under the influence of the truth bracelet. Asmo confessed too but in a 'never thought I'd find someone I love more than me. That's wild' way.

After mc shoots him down he goes 'that sucks guess I'll have to try harder to make you fall for me'

@like-nxrthernstxrs if you say you love him back, you get to kiss and mammon who followed you sees and goes quiet which yeah no, no thanks

I didn't unlock the locked lessons but screenshots show that all the brothers follow them I think (imagine the nightmare of dating one of them for real tho? Like you, me and your friend Steve except Steve is your 6 brothers who want to sleep with me)

The most notable exchange during them is when Levi asks whether Lucifer seems happier without his memories (he actually is more carefree) but mammon says he wouldn't be happier because he loves all his little brothers and he wouldn't be happy if he couldnt remember them. Levi tells mammon it's gross whenever he starts acting like an actual older brother (so we've seen mammon step up to the role of a older brother every once in a while - specially when Lucifer isnt able to - and he's actually really good at it? And that's just💞💞)

When they go home, solomon's in MC's room. He goes 'so do you want the good news or bad news first? Actually they're both bad news and you're fucked lol'

The dagger is so old that it doesn't have enough power to break the bonds and even when charged with Solomon's power it isn't enough.

The only way to restore the power is to use it to stab a powerful demon in the chest and have it absorb the demon's power.

Then he gives mc the dagger and is like 'anyway go stab Lucifer in the chest or we're all gonna die'

MC's like 'what the fuck'

Solomon goes 'lol just kidding i wouldn't ask you to do that'

Solomon tells them that he spent his whole life protecting humanity and that he is willing to do anything to save it. He tells them that choosing between all of the three realms and one demon should be easy. But he can't because he knows that'll make MC sad and he doesn't want to hurt them (honestly some of the dialogue from Solomon, Simeon and even diavolo makes me wonder if they'll ever become LIs down the road)

Lucifer has been eavesdropping the whole time (obviously) and kicks Solomon out.

Mc tells time not to worry and that they'll figure something else out. He tells them that he cares about his brothers and them (he puts a bit of emphasis on MC) and that he wants them to stab him. MC keeps on protesting. He grabs their hand and makes them point the dagger to his chest. You get a choice. You can either stab Lucifer, MC or command him to 'stay'. If you choose to command him, he freezes for a sec and then tells MC they are too distraught to be able to put any actual power behind the command. He moves their hand to stab himself. The screen goes white. If you decide to stab MC he screams their name. The screen goes white

A '???' voice tells them to stop and that it's not needed. Simeon (the only person with even a single braincell in this entire game) stops their hand and tells them they've been brave. He slips an old ring on to their finger. The screen goes white.

The screen's still white but now it's white in a way that makes it look like it's sunlight blinding the screen.

Another '???' voice apologises to MC for not being able to meet them before. It asks mc why they refused to stab Lucifer. They can say it's because they love him, because they didn't want anyone to get hurt or because they wanted to find another way. And look even if you aren't romancing Lucifer you have to admit at this point of the game MC does love him and all his brothers as well.If you pick the first option the voice says that it's a good thing and that they should cherish that love and let it grow. If you choose the second it tells them they are kind. The voice then tells them that after seeing how much the brothers adore them it expected them to be wicked and that it's happy they aren't. It tells them that they don't have to worry and that the ring of light will keep their powers in check and that they should go back because the others are worried. MC wakes up to Lucifer calling their name.

I'm 90% certain the voice in Michael, 10% of me is terrified it'll turn out to be God. And look I'm not religious, I don't really believe in anything and either way I was raised in a Buddhist household so God has never been anything I believed in BUT God talking to me through an otome game is definitely not something I need rn or ever really

Mc, Solomon, Simeon and Luke are by the lake at the palace. Solomon says he can finally relate to Mammon cause Lucifer had punished him. Simeon reveals that Lucifer had punished diavolo as well and would be coming after the rest of them that kept this whole thing secret from him (And this kills me! This man loves his family so much he was not only willing to go against God and his army when his family was in danger but he was also willing to lash out at DIAVOLO who he has so much respect & loyalty towards when he accidentally put Lucifer's family in danger!??? Anyway any chance I had of solidifying into a physical state has been completely swept away)

It's revealed that Simeon may or may not have stolen the ring from Michael who still loves Lucifer and keeps a shrine to Lucifer all of Lucifer's things from the celestial realm with him. And honestly I want whatever superpower Lucifer has that allows him to act like a dick with major issues but still makes ppl just absolutely love him. (I absolutely adore how easily om! throws around the word 'love' or actions of love. And I don't mean regarding MC. I mean between the brothers, undateables, Luke and side characters. Like at this point there's no doubt that despite all their differences everyone loves each other.)

Simeon (or Luke) note that now with the ring MC is as powerful a sorcerer as Solomon and may someday surpass him. Solomon is asked of he's jealous and he says he's not and he's glad to finally have someone like him.

Solomon pulls MC aside and asks them for a favour. They can either ask what it is or say 'anything for you'. If you choose the second option he blushes. He tells them he has spent his whole life looking out for humanity (thousands of years) and that he would like to work side by side with them to protect the humans. In his own words they'd be 'partners'. You can either agree or tell him it sounds like a pain in the ass. If you agree he says that a part of him knew they'd agree. (I can't remember if this is said outloud or implied but I'm assuming this means Solomon will teach them to use actual magic thus making 3 out of 4 of my main game MCs magical apprentices. Nice.)

*Solomon refers to himself as 'the witty sorcerer' confirming that all their aliases in the cards have actual canon meaning...so Mammon's 'fallen warrior' and 'punishment party' is basically just confirming he was probably the only one classed as a fighter from all his brothers back in the celestial realm and that he's a masochist right? That's what that means?*

Barbatos arrives to welcome them and ask them to follow him.

The lesson ends.

The pre stabbing scene with Solomon and mc doesn't really follow the exact dialogue of the first scene in S2 and the backgrounds don't match either (the human world vs MC's bedroom). Now this could mean the devs fucked up or it could mean there's more BS waiting to be stirred up. Personally I believe it's the first one BUT with how determined the devs seem with turning all of Lucifer's hair white i wouldn't be surprised if it was the second either

Hope that helps 31!❤ sorry it took some time I had to take constant breaks to scream cause the app sucks :)))

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