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hannieehaee · 10 days

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svt s/o who's feminism but mature, who knows her worth who sexy. like she wears pretty sexy nightgowns, gets her nails done, is just so maturely hot. thankkkk youuuu <3

them having a femenine s/o

content: feminine reader, mentions of reader having long hair (long enough to braid or put up), established relationship implied, a lil bit suggestive (?), etc.

wc: 943

a/n: in my mind they are all unconditionally obsessed with their s/o tbh and u can see that rlly well in what i wrotehdjosoos

masterlist

seungcheol -

he always says he wants to be seen as a strong and dependable man, so i think he'd love your feminine disposition (have u seen him with jeonghan ..) he would love paying for your self-care days and would have standing appointments for you to get your nails, lashes and hair done every month (already paid for in advance obviously!!) he'd adooore any time you wore a cute lil sundress for him and would insist on buying you cute lil dresses and accessories so you could show them off to him.

jeonghan -

he has experience with maintenance of long, luscious hair, so he'd always be braiding your hair an drying it for you. gives me the vibe that he would find a feminine s/o adorable. would adore the cute lil charms you put on your nails, letting you do his own nails should you ever ask. he'd join you in your self care days where you did a bunch of facials and take long scented baths. he's a lil feminine himself so you guys would fit perfectly together.

joshua -

he seems very put together himself so i think he'd really feed off of the way you'd routinely get your nails and lashes done, how you'd do your skin care in an almost holistic way. he would love getting to pick your nails and getting you cute lil night gowns to wear. he'd integrate into your beauty routine very well.

jun -

he'd lose track of time just staring at you with stars in his eyes. wouldnt even realize how often he'd just. stare. but he couldnt help it, okay? he'd just find you so amazing and sexy and confident and the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. he'd happily pay for your nails and carry the pretty new bag he'd just gotten for you last week if it meant he could admire you from afar whenever he wanted.

soonyoung -

just constantly dumbfounded by the absolute deity he believed you to be. you were just so confident and sexy and put together and those dresses you wore made your legs look so good that he just- but that's besides the point! soonie would be nothing short of obsessed with you, always in awe of your new set of nails or the pretty new lipstick adorning your lips. super attentive to all the efforts you put in your appearance.

wonwoo -

he'd be so bf carrying your bag and complimenting the cute charms on your nails. would constantly look at you with love and wonder in his eyes any time you modeled your new outfits for him. would humor you any time you asked him if you could paint his nails to match yours. would run his hands over your body any time you wore those soft nightgowns of yours.

jihoon -

he'd be so easily flustered by just how pretty and sexy he found you. you were just the embodiment of feminine and put together. would admire every detail about you, from your nails to your hair to your perfume. he'd be a little intimidated by you, knowing that one look and he'd be on his knees for you. in short, he'd be obsessed with you in every way imaginable.

seokmin -

lol constantly swooning over you and any and every one of your feminine habits. would be fascinated by your nails and the way you always managed to have them done. would love how you always had cute lil outfits ready for every occasion. he'd just be eternally fascinated by every detail about your appearance and how meticulously you had yourself put together.

mingyu -

certified bf who's obsessed with paying for you to get yourself done all over. monthly nail set? he's paying. lashes touch up? his wallet is yours. new wardrobe? his black card will take care of it! he'd feel a brand new sense of satisfaction seeing you all dolled up every day knowing he could provide for you and simultaneously have such a pretty s/o always so well-put together.

minghao -

he'd feel a little cocky at knowing that he was dating the literal embodiment of sexiness and confidence. you two would make such a perfect match bc of how well established your individual styles were, making minghao get a sense of pride at having such an enviable partner. he'd love your feminine aura and would feed off of it.

seungkwan -

he's always tagging along with you when you got a mani or a pedi, joining in to get his treatments done too. would word-vomit compliments at you any time he saw you, always telling you how pretty you looked with your new dress or how cute you did your hair that morning. bf but also a bestie to do all these cute lil feminine things with.

vernon -

i dont think he particularly cares if his partner is feminine or not, but he'd enjoy when you'd ask for opinions on what nails to get next or whether you should do a mud mask or a peel-off mask that day. would absolutely join you when you did self-care days and do masks with you. he'd also like how soft you always felt after those aforementioned self-care days.

chan -

he's so boyfriend coded to me, i think he'd swoon over every little feminine detail about you. would notice your new nails every time you did them. would compliment you even when all you did was get a small trim. would get you flowers that matched your nails at the moment. he'd also have a thing for seeing you in those pretty lacy nightgowns. they felt so soft under his touch when he held you at night.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagine #svt #seventeen oneshot #svt reactions #seventeen reactions #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #svt imagines

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d3arapril · 7 months

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wlf!abby headcanons <3

pairing: abby anderson x reader summary: just some self-indulgent headcanons about life at the WLF base with abby because i love her. that's all warnings: none! just abby being abby and being in love. the best combo

abby will ALWAYS wait up for you without fail if you're out on patrol at night. she barely sleeps anyway but she especially can't sleep if she doesn't know if you're safe so she stays in your room and reads but she's not actually taking anything in, just scanning the pages because she can't even focus

if on the extremely rare and strange occasion you're sent out together she'll always be watching your back - she trusts you and knows that you know what you're doing but if she spots the smallest bit of danger near u she's there within the blink of an eye

she's holding your head in her hands, tearing up when you almost get ripped apart by a runner on what was probably ur worst patrol yet "are you okay? are you clean?? are you sure? holy shit..."

beats u at backgammon almost every single time.. doesn't beat u at rummy though

if you're both working out together she will drop what she's doing to spot you and gets excited for you when you hit a new PB

gets embarrassed when u watch her work out because she knows she pulls weird faces.. "stop looking at me. it's distracting..." she'd playfully roll her eyes but do nothing to stop you from staring. you may even think she likes feeling embarrassed

ur work out schedules align so that u get to do yoga together :) it's funny watching her try and do the tree pose when she loses her balance every 4 seconds

abby got a lil too drunk one night at one of the salt lake crew parties and leah and jordan had to (reluctantly) lure her to ur room and ask u to look after her bc she refused help from anybody else 😔 (luckily your roomie was in their partners room...) she's a big gal so thinks she can handle her drink until she's 9 shots deep and thinks she has 13 fingers

in the cafeteria if she spots you talking with some friends she'll watch from afar for a while just to admire u being urself <3 she'll then come over and make her presence known with a hand on your back but won't interrupt your conversation or want the attention on her because she likes hearing you talk and knowing u have other ppl around u <3

has a hand on ur lower back/thrown over your shoulders whenever you're walking around the base because she always wants to be touching you. or she'll link your pinkies together when the hallway seems quieter than normal. abs isn't too big on PDA so likes to keep things subtle but always wants u to know she's there w her gentle touches

you massage her back and shoulders almost every evening when she's had a long day, even on nights where you're not sharing a bed and manny is in the room, and she's always knocked out like 5 mins after whilst you're still sat on her lower back. girl loves a massage

she sent manny packing to his weird sex den one night so she could decorate their shared room with half-dead flowers she miraculously found on patrol that week and make a romantic evening for you both... "as romantic as you can make a room in a fucking stadium" she'd mutter under her breath once she stands back and admires her work

she batted her eyelashes and smiled harder than usual @ the kitchen workers to cook a special meal for her other than burritos and she dug out the dusty 'timeless love songs' CD manny's dad gave her a few months back. you both ate, laughed and danced to unforgettable by nat king cole specifically and she felt a lil silly at first but it all went away when she saw the smile on ur face <3

at night time when u both can't sleep you'll lay in bed together and plan ur lives 'after the apocalypse'... abby wants to adopt a dog and live in a big house with u :(

she taught u how to do her braid perfectly so if she's stayed the night u braid her hair for her before she goes... "wow, nailed it babe"

when u saw her room for the first time u asked her about the painting from her dads office next to her bed and she got sad :( but opened up to u about her past and from then u knew u were in it for life

she reads to u if you're sleepy and she isn't and tells you she loves you and kisses your forehead when she thinks you're asleep (you're not - you always hear her)

she'll protect u with her entire life and will kill anyone or anything that gets in ur way. she loves u.

#been thinking abt canon abby a lot #she is very gorgeous to me #abby anderson #abby Anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson headcanons #tlou fluff #abby tlou #tlou headcanons #abby baby #ermmm #heyyyy lol #my writing

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feralforriddle · 4 months

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nobody makes me feel things.

summary: tom riddle x y/n, first person. tom starts to get really confused as to why he was feeling so many things for the sweet ravenclaw girl. but he seems to soften up pretty quick, leaving you just as confused.

a/n: my first ever fic! please give feedback if you enjoyed in the comments. this is probably super messy but i just kept typing lol. i hope u enjoy :3.

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'what do you want.' he says, staring at me with his dark, cold glare. i gulp, immediately regretting my decision. picking at the skin around my nails, i pluck up the courage to ask him.

'um, i was just wondering if you were still tutoring people?' i ask, looking up at him anxiously. he stares at me for a second, seemingly very confused. or is he happy? angry? honestly, it's really hard to read him. impossible even.

'yes. i do, why?' he steps closer to me, looking down and crossing his arms. it's almost like he is trying to kill me. doesn't he realize how handsome he is?

'i am struggling at the moment in potions, a-and i know you're really smart in that subject. i was wondering if you'd help me?' i ask, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. why is it so hard to talk to him? obviously everybody knows what tom is like. he has almost zero friends, and he doesn't seem to care about making any.

but i have always been intrigued by him. always watching and admiring from afar. always found him exceptionally handsome. never found any courage to talk to him, though. so now is my chance to get his attention.

do i really need help in potions? not really. it's definitely not my most successful class, but i could probably still pass without his help. but the idea of him teaching me, maybe he could show me how to make potions too, standing behind me and guiding my hands-

okay, no. i am getting truly distracted now.

i have just always been so infatuated with him. my friends call me crazy for trying this, and that they have never seen him interested in any girl before him. i have seen him glance at me before, staring a little longer than just an accidental glance. so part of me is really hopeful he sees me the same way. and i don't have enough confidence to just ask him out, which is why i thought a study session would be good.

'i can help you. what is it you need help with the most?' he says, surprisingly softer. a slight glint in his eye. it did not last long though, he returned to his usual glare.

'mainly brewing the potions, getting things perfect. sure, i get it right but, you always seem to make them perfectly' i say, complimenting him lightly to see his reaction.

i did not get much of one.

'yes, mine are perfect. i can help you. i will ask professor slughorn if we can use the potions room after class hours, he won't mind i'm sure.' he says, nodding down at me once.

i smile brightly up at him, 'thankyou tom! i'll meet you there today around 6pm then?' i ask, beyond excited to get to spend more time with him.

he nods, squinting his eyes lightly at me before turning around and leaving. he certainly is a unique boy. i turn to return to the great hall and finish my lunch.

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i was itching for 6pm to come faster, wiggling in my seat in my final class of the day. i need to make sure i look pretty, too. i am incredibly nervous to see him, and be alone with him too. my cheeks go red at the thought. i am probably thinking of this way differently to tom, he probably isn't even excited. but i don't care, i just wanted him to see me, to notice me.

as soon as class ended, i sprinted back to my dorm to get changed and freshen up. putting on a clean white shirt, my slightly tighter one for no particular reason at all. and my ravenclaw skirt, pilling up a little further up my thighs than normal. i do light makeup, and ruffle my hair and im ready. this is very unlike me. i never dress like this, and to be honest i feel embarrassed but i want to catch his attention somehow.

it's 5:50pm, so i grab my study books and quill, and head quickly to the classroom. he arrives just seconds after me.

'hi tom' i smile.

he stares at me for a second, glancing down at my outfit. 'what are you wearing?' he says, glaring at me for a second.

'just my uniform..' i frown, looking down at myself.

tom's head erratically turns around, checking nobody is around. 'you walked down here like this?'

'..yes?'

'get inside, quickly.' he opens the door for me, and i rush inside, very very confused as to what is happening.

he looks at me again as i sit at the desk where he clearly prepared things. 'why did i have to rush in here?'

'because i don't want anybody else to see you like this.' he grunt, putting his books down before sitting beside me.

'why's that?' i say, a little hope bubbling inside of me that maybe it's because he only wants to see me like this.

'you ask too many questions. lets just focus on this' he says, avoiding eye contact with me.

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the whole study session i was incredibly nervous. i couldn't write properly because my hands were shaking so much. my cheeks constantly red through the whole thing. i sigh as he packs things away, 'thankyou for helping me, tom'.

'it's okay' he says nothing else before heading to the door.

i don't know why, but he seems even less interested after that. he is barely talking to me, his body language is just telling me he is uncomfortable. maybe he figured out my little plan and it put off by it? maybe he really just doesn't like me back. maybe i'm just not confident enough for him?

perhaps i should stop trying so hard.

i grab my own things and walk to the door with him. 'i-i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable tom, i'm sure you figured out what i was doing' i say with as much courage as possible. i feel ridiculously embarrassed. he looks at me and says nothing.

his face indicates nothing. nothing whatsoever. i take a deep breath. looking at him with glossy eyes, rushing out of the potions classroom and back to my dorm.

i jump on my bed, pushing my face in the pillow and letting a few tears go. i thought it would work, i really did think he might like me back. i was stupid to think so. he doesn't really feel anything for anyone. and i made such a fool of myself, trying to flirt or complimenting me, wearing this revealing uniform. oh god i want the ground to swallow me hole.

i just curl up into a ball and fall asleep soon after.

tom on the other hand, is left feeling very very confused. he doesn't know why he feels this way, why did he get a pang in his chest when he saw my glossy eyes? why couldn't he seem to breathe properly around me? he has never felt this way for anybody and he doesn't know what to do.

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the next day i head to breakfast, nervous about seeing tom there. he always sits at the end of the table alone, so it's inevitable he will see me as i walk into the great hall. i try and get there as early as possible, hoping i arrive before he does.

but no, he is sat there, and his head shoots up the second he sees me walk into the hall. my cheeks flush insanely red, my hands beginning to sweat a little as i feel his burning gaze on me.

i rush to the table, sitting by myself at the end too, not really wanting to tell my friends what happened.

tom sees me sitting alone and furrows his eyebrows. before even thinking, he stands up and walks over to sit directly opposite me on the ravenclaw table. i look up at him and panic.

'why are you sitting alone?' he says, staring at me.

'um, i just didn't feel like talking to my friends this morning' i gulp, frantically trying to avoid his gaze. he glances down to see them all staring with their jaws dropped.

'pathetic.' he mutters.

'you think im pathetic?' i say, eyes softening at him.

'no, quite the opposite' he mumbles, nodding his head down the table. 'that is pathetic'. my cheeks flush a little as i giggle at him. looking back up at him, i give him a soft smile.

'why did you come over here, tom?'

'because i don't want to see you sitting by yourself.' he says, taking a bite of his breakfast. 'come on, eat something. we have class soon'.

i do as he says, of course, but i am also extremely confused as to what is happening. from how he was acting yesterday, to this? i am very confused. but secretly i am really enjoying this.

'so, how about another study tonight?' he says bluntly. my eyes nearly shoot out of their sockets and my heart nearly came out of my chest.

'o-oh, um sure' i smile, covering my nerves.

'and you can wear that little outfit again. just don't let anybody see you on the way'. i nod quickly at him. and we quietly had breakfast together. he walked me to my class, which left my hiding my smile under my hand in class.

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i take a deep breath as i wait for tom to arrive outside of the class. i tap my feet on the floor in anticipation. my god, am i nervous.

'get inside, quick' he says, opening the door for me again.

i smile a little, rushing inside and sitting back in my normal seat. but there is nothing here set up to study like last time. he raised an eyebrow at me and slowly walks over as i look at him confused.

'what are we doing today tom if there isn't anything here?' i ask, turning to him as he sits beside me.

'oh i think we both know studying isn't the reason we are doing this' he says, turning to me slightly.

i almost choke on the air.

'i don't know what you've done to me, but i can't stop thinking about you' he sighs. 'it's awful, really. i haven't ever felt this way before, i was up most of the night figuring my feelings out. now i worry i am stuck, wanting you with me at all times when i can't'.

'yes, you can'. i jump to answer. 'just give me the word and i'm yours'.

'mine?' he hums, as i stand up and stand in between his legs, looking up at him.

'yours'.

he puts his hand on the side of my face. 'i hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. I'm not easy, darling'. he sighs.

'i'll get used to it' i smile.

'if i see any other man in the same proximity as you, i can't promise i won't hex them'.

'id like that' i hum.

'come here' he murmurs, pulling me closer into him, connecting his lips onto mine. and i melt. i've been wanting this for so long. his tongue swipes against my bottom lip, deepening the kiss as my hands wrap around his neck, pulling him to stand with me and wrap his arms around my waist.

'lets go back to my dorm. i have my own dorm because i hate everyone.' he mumbles against my lips. i giggle at him, pulling back and nodding. 'lets go' i agree.

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the next morning, i walk into the great hall for breakfast. tom's eyes find mine as he gives me a very small, but cheeky grin.

he stands up and walks over to my table before i can sit down.

he grabs my chin, pressing a kiss against my lips softly right in front of all my friends. as if to prove a point.

'see you in class, baby'.

i smile at him as he walks back to the slytherin table. i look down at my friends,

'what on earth?!' they shout.

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a/n; and we're done! please give me feedback if you liked this, or not. my first ever fic ahh! <3 love u angels.

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #hogwarts #harry potter #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #voldemort

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reotheworld · 1 year

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all the world's a stage as you like it

❝ the one and only you, you're my celebrity ❞

➜ how yandere!manager!alexis ness is with you

➜ fem!reader (idol!fem!reader)

sugar level: 20% & 100% | cw: knife, possessive and obsessive behavior, suggestive themes, cursing, controlling tendencies, let me know if i missed out on anything!

an: i was supposed to make this with kaiser but all my creativity budget went to ness-

• behind his sweet smiling facade is the most loyal, devoted and dedicated manager ever to work with you. he's not leaving his position anymore. why should he? he knows you like the back of your hand, even with his eyes closed, he knows what your curves and breast size are. • despite the gender cross of work, you'd think ness is the strict type of manager. the ones who'd scold you if you show up on set or studio late, not getting your lines or choreography correct, but actually he's the opposite! • has these little stars and hearts in his eyes as he watches you behind the scenes. he'd clap his hand happily at you when you've done a good job. • he makes it a point to get along with you. wanting to know the big and small details of your life. • never ever leaves your side. he follows you like a dog follows it's master. it's okay, he gave you the handle of the leash anyway. • highly speaks of you! every time you're brought up or at least someone mentions your name, all words of flowery praises and compliments roll out of his lips. • doesn't handle criticisms thrown at your way very well! if the director of the commercial or photographer you're working on tells you that you're not doing a good job, you can bet alexis is already cursing at them. saying that they're the ones not doing their job perfectly. • behind closed doors, he's already threatening them that if they talk down at you again, he wouldn't hesitate to slit the knife he's holding against they're neck. • you could just be standing there, wearing the ugliest clothes or your hair is not cooperating with you but alexis ness would still look at you like you're responsible for the sun, moon and stars in the sky. • ultimately hates fan signing! he doesn't see the point why you have to smile, hold hands and talk to your fans, especially the male ones. • he's the one who is clearing and leading you to the path of fame you oh so deserve. so please only smile, hold hands and talk to him. fans are only to admire you from afar. • as the event ends, he is quick to sanitize your hands with wet wipes and alcohol. • he's responsible for the fans' gifts not reaching you too. they're only good decorations when it comes to taking pictures. after that, he'll take them away to never be seen again! • absolutely loves it when you share your personal life to him! even when he doesn't ask for it, it feels as if you're letting him inside your heart. don't worry, he'll be the one to close and lock the door! • have a male idol or actor sending you a love call? alexis is already besides you, whispering manipulating negatives he made up to your ear. • "he's no good at all. i heard that he's actually responsible for tearing apart his female lead star's family." • the paparazzi complimenting your dress on the red carpet? thank alexis for that! he's always responsible for the dresses and other outfits in general you wear! • he knows what's good for you. listen to him. • one time, when a certain media outlet spread a rumour about you and alexis are dating, he did nothing at all to shut it down. in fact, he prompted the rumor to keep going! • reason for that? the fans found out his personal instagram and all the posts are nothing but with you and about you, captions that contain "fleeting" emotions and cryptic messages that one can interpret on their own. • the type to offer to put lotion on you and massage it across your skin when you're tired after a long day at work. • but honestly he's just looking for an excuse to be able to touch you! getting to stand by your side is one thing, but to be able to touch you in sensitive and sensual areas is another. • "i-is this okay...?" • "yes, y/n. does this side of you still hurt? come and let me massage it for you." • also the type to give you those types of hugs that lasts longer than intended. • doesn't care about his salary. money comes and goes, all he wants to do is to be by your side forever. • but you don't know all of that because in your eyes, alexis ness is the best and most caring manager you have!

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #bllk headcanons #bllk hc #yandere blue lock #blue lock yandere #alexis ness #alexis ness x reader #alexis ness headcanons #alexis ness x y/n

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 3 months

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Roses Are Red and Violets Are... Orange?

Cody x Fem!Reader

Summary: You ask Cody what he wants to do for the Festival of Love this cycle, and he has no idea what you're talking about, but he is for sure going to figure it out.

Pairing: Cody x Fem!Reader

Characters: Cody, Rex

Tags & Warnings: 18+, suggestive themes, fluff, kissing, romance, humor, Valentine's Day

Word Count: 3.5k

Author's Note: Happy Coday!!! I couldn't let the momentous once in a lifetime Cody Day pass by without offering something from my imagination to the archives, so I made this. It's short, sweet, and hilarious. Also, yay! Cody gets his first full-length feature fic! As always, please enjoy 💚

Cody leans over, cups your cheek, and presses his lips against yours. The holo-film playing in the background quickly forgotten about in exchange for something much more sweet. You lean into him, and a small moan escapes your throat when he sucks on your bottom lip. His hands roam the sides of your body as he lays you back against the couch cushions. Your world is devoid of anything and everything that isn't Cody as his weight settles between your legs and–

BEEP BEEP

You groan into Cody's mouth as your alarm blares on the center table to alert you that it's time to get ready for work. With one hand wrapped around the back of Cody's head you keep his lips pressed against yours, and with the other you turn off your alarm. You curse your stupid alarm and you curse your stupid third shift at the medcenter. It always interrupts you right when you're getting to the good part. You just want a couple more minutes, but Cody knows better than to keep you.

Cody breaks the kiss, pushes himself off of you, and plops down onto the opposite end of the couch. "That thing's worse than my vod," Cody sighs.

You sit up and stretch your arms. "At least my alarm can't watch," you muse.

"That's it's only good quality," Cody chuckles. He leans his head against the side of the couch and smiles.

"What?" you ask when you catch him looking.

"Nothing," he says. "Just admiring from afar."

You raise an eyebrow. "Well, can you do that a little farther away? Like outside my apartment farther away?"

"You're kicking me out?" he gasps in fake horror. "How could you?"

You pity him for a moment and crawl across the couch cushions to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, and placing a sweet kiss just below his ear. "I only do it because I know you'll come back."

Cody smooths his hands over your back as he nuzzles your neck with the side of his cheek. "Always, cyare."

BEEP BEEP

"Aaargh!" you exclaim angrily as your second alarm goes off.

Cody laughs. "Better do as it says."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you sigh as you get off of him and make your way towards the kitchen.

Cody gets up from the couch, stretches his arms over his head, and starts putting his armor plates back on.

"Hey Codes?" you yell from the kitchen while staring at your calendar.

He fastens his chest plate and yells back. "Yeah?"

You peak your head around the kitchen corner so you don't have to yell again. "What do you want to do for the Festival of Love next week?"

Cody stiffens, then turns around to look at you. "The what?"

"The Festival of Love," you repeat. "It's on a Taungsday this cycle, which is my rotation off, so I thought maybe we could do something special."

"Uh, sure," Cody says with mild panic, then busies himself with putting on his vambraces. "Whatever you want."

"Cody," you huff and cross your arms. "It's about us, not just me."

"Of course," Cody corrects as he rubs the back of his neck. "I just meant that whatever you want to do on your rotation off is perfectly fine with me. I want to work within your schedule."

"Sure you do…" you say as you narrow your eyes at him with suspicion. You sigh. "Just let me know, okay?"

"Will do," he says with a lazy salute.

You roll your eyes and go back to what you were doing in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Cody puts his leg braces on the wrong legs as his mind tries to figure out what the Festival of Love is. He's never heard of it, and he's not sure what he's so supposed to do with this information now that he has it. He's also not sure why you want to celebrate it or why you are adamant that you should celebrate it together. It's not uncommon for clones to miss out on galactic holidays or celebrations, but if it means that much to you, he'll figure it out somehow.

Once his armor is situated on the correct body parts, he makes his way to the kitchen to bid you farewell. The late night rendezvous due to your work schedule are exhausting, but he doesn't mind. As long as he's planet side, he'll mess up his sleep schedule to be able to spend quality time with you. It's almost been an entire cycle since the day he first laid eyes on you, and since then he's fallen deeply in love. Besides his brothers, there's no one he loves more than you.

"I'm off," he says as he enters the kitchen.

You also enter the kitchen, now changed into your work clothes, and grab your cooler off the top of the conservator so you can pack your mid-shift meal. "I'll see you tomorrow?" you throw over your shoulder while grabbing food items.

Cody looks down at his chronometer and smirks. "It'll be tomorrow very soon."

You chuckle. "You know what I mean."

Cody walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your stomach. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You crane your neck around to give him a goodbye kiss and he meets you halfway. "Be safe," you say.

"Always," Cody says. He releases you from his grip, gives you one more kiss on the top of your head for good measure, and heads towards the door.

His mind runs wild with thoughts about this Festival of Love you mentioned and he knows it will continue to bug him until he finds out what it is and why you want to celebrate it. Once outside the apartment, he takes a couple steps down the walkway and thinks about the best strategy to use. His thoughts immediately fall to Rex. Him and Rex have known each other since the day they were decanted. If anyone can help him figure out his predicament, he knows it'll be Rex.

Cody stops walking and leans against the wall of the building he stops in front of. The night air is a little chilly, but that doesn't bother him, not when he's got so much on his mind. He pulls out his comm to type a quick message to Rex.

Are you awake?

Cody taps his foot on the ground as he waits for Rex to respond. His comm blinks.

I am now

Cody sighs in relief and types another message.

Meet me at the diner

Cody stares at his comm, waiting for Rex's reply.

Right now? It's 23:30!

Cody rolls his eyes and types another message.

It's important

Cody pushes himself off the wall and heads down the street towards the diner. He knows Rex won't leave him hanging. His comm blinks.

Be there in ten

Cody smiles and puts the comm in his pocket. He knew Rex wouldn't let him down. Of course this is important. This is his cyare they're talking about. Aside from his duty to the GAR as a soldier, you are his most important mission. He needs to understand this Festival of Love thing so he can address it properly and make an effective plan of attack to ensure it's a special day for you, and apparently, for him too. He's not sure how he fits into it, but he's sure Rex will know.

It's only a short walk to the diner and Cody arrives before Rex does. He grabs their usual booth, the one all the way at the end in the corner by the window, orders two mugs of hot caf, and lets the waitress know that he's waiting for someone. Cody rests his chin in the palm of his hand and stares blankly out the large transparisteel window. It's dark out, so there's not much to see, but he's also not looking to see anything either. He's thinking, and sometimes staring helps him think.

"Someone better be dying," Rex groans as he slides into the booth across from Cody.

Cody removes his gaze from the window to acknowledge Rex and smirks. Rex looks like he just rolled out of bed. Half-lidded eyes, an annoyed scowl plastered on his face, a pair of blacks on the bottom, an undershirt, and a half-zipped jacket on top. Cody doesn't blame him for looking so disheveled at this time of night, especially since he woke him up and dragged him out here to meet him, but if he can't depend on his closest batch brother, then who can he depend on?

"I ordered you some caf," Cody says.

"Great," Rex yawns. "Looks like I won't be getting any sleep tonight."

"Sorry," Cody says, but he's not really sorry.

The waitress arrives with the two mugs of caf and she sets them down in front of the two men. She places some sugar packets and cream cartons on the table, then leaves them to it.

Rex tears several packets of sugar and dumps them in his caf, stirring lazily to dissolve it.

"That's gross," Cody chuckles. He brings his mug of black caf up to his lips and takes a tentative sip. "This stuff is much better than what the GAR gives us."

Rex grumbles and takes a sip of his caf. "What was so urgent that I had to leave my warm bed to come meet you in this cold diner?"

"I need to know what the Festival of Love is," Cody says.

Rex spits out his caf and coughs. He grabs a few napkins from the dispenser and wipes his chin, then the mess he made on the table. "Vod, you better be joking."

Cody leans across the table. "I'm serious. You need to tell me."

"That's what couldn't wait until morning?" Rex exclaims.

"I only have a couple of rotations to figure it out," Cody explains. "You know how important it is to have enough time to plan strategic maneuvers."

"Cody," Rex sighs and rubs his face. "It's a holiday, not a frontal assault!"

"Same difference," Cody says with a dismissive wave. "This is my cyare. She wants to do something special for it and I have no idea what to do. I don't even know what it is!"

"Maker, you're worse than my battalion," Rex sighs. "Fine, if I tell you what it is, can I go back to bed?"

"Yes," Cody agrees.

"The Festival of Love is a holiday for couples," Rex explains. "It's a special day where you and your cyare celebrate your relationship, give each other gifts, and appreciate them."

"That's it?" Cody asks.

"Yeah, that's it," Rex retorts and narrows his eyes. "What did you think a Festival of Love was going to be about?"

Cody shrugs.

"Well, my job here is done," Rex says. He downs the rest of his caf and shimmies his way out of the booth.

"Wait," Cody says as he grabs Rex's wrist. "We're not done yet."

Rex sighs and shimmies back into the booth. "What else?"

"How do you celebrate it?" Cody asks.

"How should I know?" Rex retorts. "Does it look like I have a cyare? Because if I did, I wouldn't be here with you, I'd be with her, in my bed, naked, with my–"

"Okay, I get the picture," Cody interrupts. "Come on, vod, give me something to work with."

Rex sighs. "I'll comm Echo. He's into those types of novels. I'm sure he knows."

Cody raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean by those types of novels?"

"You know…" Rex ducks his head and leans over the table to whisper. "Those erotic romance novels where the main characters have lots of crazy sex."

"Oh," Cody whispers, drawing the syllable out. "Those types of novels. You've got some… interesting vod."

Rex shrugs. "At least he's quiet about it. You should see what Fives and Jesse get up to in their spare time. That stuff will make you turn red faster than–"

"I'm good," Cody interrupts. "Anything from Echo?"

"Give him a minute," Rex says. "He should be asleep, like me."

Rex's comm blinks and he looks down at it to read what Echo wrote.

"Beside the long list of expletives…" Rex begins. "He says you can get them anything pink or red that's heart shaped, as well as chocolates, flowers, cards, poetry, jewelry, perfume, stuffed animals, and bedroom stuff. Also, he says that a fancy dinner is always nice too."

"That's a lot of things," Cody says thoughtfully.

"You probably don't need to do everything," Rex adds. "Maybe just dinner, flowers, and something personal."

"Maybe…" Cody trails off in thought.

He has a better idea about what the holiday is, and what he should be doing, but he still needs to plan everything. Reservations this late into the game are going to be difficult, so he might need to pull some connections, or at worst use a bribe. Regardless, the flowers and chocolate should be simple. The jewelry on the other hand might be complicated, and so would the poetry. He's not even sure if he's read any poetry before, let alone know how to write any for his cyare.

"Well," Rex begins when he starts to doze off at the growing silence, "as much fun as this has been, I want to go back to bed."

"Oh, yeah," Cody says as he snaps back to the present. "Thanks. I appreciate the help."

Rex shimmies out of the booth and throws an annoyed look over his shoulder. "If you were anyone else, I would've shot you."

Cody smiles and takes another sip of his caf. "Love you too, vod."

After Cody finishes his caf, he heads back to the barracks, but instead of sleeping, he pulls out his data-pad and starts researching. He received a lot of great leads from Rex's trooper, Echo, and now he needs to put all of his thoughts together to execute the perfect Festival of Love presentation for you. He searches for the right shops, reads through numerous product reviews, browses romantic poetry, and searches for the fanciest restaurants to make a reservation at.

As the days roll by, Cody puts his plan into action. The dinner reservation comes first, and he was correct in his assumption that he needed to pull some strings and call in a few favors to get a good reservation with the holiday so close. It does help that he has a batchmate in the Coruscant Guard. Bribery can get him into trouble, so having Fox on his side is worthwhile. He makes a mental note to prepare for the Festival of Love at least six months in advance for the next cycle.

The list of gift ideas he has is decent, but he can't decide whether he wants to do a few of them or all of them. Considering this is his first Festival of Love, he errs on the side of caution and buys them all. The best initial battle strategies are the ones approached broadly with caution, then tailored down to suit the individual situation. This strategy is no different. He'll watch your reaction to each gift and gauge how well it's received, then adjust his gifting for the next cycle.

It's perfect. Everything is perfect. The gift basket is beautiful, with all of the gifts neatly nestled on top of shredded pink, red, and white paper, and a large velvet red bow tied neatly around the handle. Cody admires his handiwork, then looks at his chronometer. It's a few hours before your dinner reservation, and just about time for Cody to pick up the last of the gifts, the flowers. He visited multiple florists before finally picking one and ordering the flowers he wanted to give you.

Now, with his gift basket and flowers in tow, he heads over to your apartment. He's wearing his best clothes, his officer uniform, and made sure there wasn't a wrinkle on it. Tonight needs to be special for you, so he went overboard with the preparation. It was unfortunate when your work called you in to help with another shift, but you still got the night off, which didn't hinder Cody's plans at all. Although, it did give him plenty of time to overthink and double check everything.

Cody places the gift basket down on the front steps of the apartment, re-situates the flowers in his hands, picks up the box of chocolates, and rings the doorbell. He stands back and straightens himself up as he waits for you to answer, feeling like a scared little shiny going on his first date. He shouldn't feel this anxious. He made sure to plan for every contingency and even made a back-up plan for his back-up plan. All of his bases are covered, but he wants to puke.

You open the door, dressed in the fancy outfit you picked out for dinner. "Cody," you smile with surprise. "You're early."

Cody clears his throat. "Roses are red," he says and hands you the bouquet of red roses.

"Cody!" you exclaim. "These are so–"

"Violets are blue," he interrupts you and hands you another bouquet of flowers.

"Cody," you say. "These are–"

"Sugar is sweet," he interrupts you again and hands you the box of chocolates.

"Cody," you say. "I don't have enough hands."

"And so are you," he says, then grabs your full hand to kiss the back of it.

You grin from ear to ear at the adorable gesture, snort, then start laughing.

Cody's eyes grow wide thinking he did something wrong. "Do you not like the flowers? Or was it the poem?"

"No, no, of course, I love the flowers," you chuckle, trying not to laugh harder. "But Cody. These aren't violets, they're carnations, and they're orange, not blue."

"Oh, yeah," he says sheepishly. "I couldn't find any violets so I got you ones that matched my battalion colors instead."

"You are the sweetest man alive!" you exclaim as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.

Cody smiles and hugs you back. "I've got more for you," he says, then reaches down to grab the gift basket.

Your jaw drops and you look between Cody and the basket. "This is all… for me?"

Cody nods. "I wanted today to be special so I got you everything I could think of."

"I can see that," you exclaim. "Why don't you come inside and I'll open it?"

Cody agrees and enters your apartment. He's been over to your place numerous times, but for some reason he feels like a stranger today. You walk off towards the kitchen to take care of the two bouquets of flowers and put them in some water, leaving Cody at the entrance. He takes a few cautious steps into the living room and places the gift basket on the caf table. Not knowing what else to do with himself, Cody sits on the couch and waits for you to return from the kitchen.

"You look beautiful," he says as you walk into the living room.

You smile. "Well, with those fancy dinner reservations you got us," you begin and then twirl to let him see the whole outfit. "I had to take it up a notch."

Cody bites his lip as his eyes roam from the top of your head all the way down to the bottom of your feet. "Gorgeous."

You sit down next to him on the couch and start looking through the gift basket. You pull out more boxes of chocolates, all in different shapes and flavors, a beautiful hand-written card, a bottle of your favorite perfume you were running out of, and a stunning silver set of earrings and a matching necklace. Your jaw drops and you put them on immediately so you can wear them to dinner tonight. Next you pull out an adorable stuffed tooka holding a heart, which makes you melt.

"What's this?" you ask as you reach the bottom of the basket and find a small bottle of strawberry flavored lube.

Cody rubs the back of his neck. "It was in the same section as everything else, so I thought maybe we could try it out."

"Cody," you laugh. "This stuff is awful."

"Really?" he asks, kicking himself now for buying it. "I didn't want to get anything too risky without talking to you first, so I thought that maybe something small like this would–"

"Did you taste it?" you interrupt to ask.

"They weren't exactly giving out samples," he jokes.

You snort, then hug Cody as tight as you can. "You are the sweetest man in the galaxy, you know that?"

"You're sweeter," he says and seals his words with a kiss.

You smile and take a nibble at his ear. "Why don't I grab the can of whipped cream from the conservator?" you whisper against his skin. "We can be naughty and have our dessert before dinner."

Cody smirks. "Yes ma'am."

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pablitogavii · 4 months

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Can you do one where reader is feeling a little insecure abt her body (even tho it's perfect and she's stunning) and she says she wants to get a boob job or a bbl and gavi gets super dom and he gets a Lil aggressive saying no you don't need it (bc she is perfect) I think it would be soo cutee

Thank uuu<33

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You just kept scrolling social media looking at all these models with their plum breasts and perfect butts. It was incredibly depressing to look in the mirror afterwards ... you looked like a kid compared to all of them.

"Are you insane!? Do you know what the recovery is for a bbl!?" your best friend told you one day when you mentioned in at college. She thought you were completely insane but she didn't have to deal with everyone commenting on her look on the internet. Not to mention she wasn't dating a celebrity all girls in Spain want.

"I'm home, mi amor!" Pablo walked in exhausted from the training noticing that you were way too focused on your phone to notice his arrival.

"Aii nena, what got all your attention huh?" he asked and you quickly turned off your phone where you were searching different plastic surgeries available nearby.

"Uff nenita, should I be worried???" he said and you shut him up with a kiss telling him not to be ridiculous since it was obvious that you were head over heels in love with him ...but how long will he want to be with you looking like this???

A few days later, Rapha walked to Pablo during training and pulled him to the side. He had an interesting conversation with his wife who told him about your questions.

"She asked her where to get work done???" Pablo made sure he understood and Rapha nodded explaining that it's often that women get insecure even though they look divine in the eyes of their men.

"Don't attack her Pablo, just try and get her to tell you herself" Rapha advised and Pablo followed his words hoping you would soon open up about this with him.

"Amor, venga aqui please?" he said sitting on the bed one evening while you were still finishing up your skincare. You walked to him and he pulled you on his lap with a kiss.

"Can you wear that lingerie I got you in Paris? I miss seeing you in it nena..." he said and you felt a lump in your throat ...you breasts barely fill the cups and despite Pablo saying he loved how it looked on you, it made you feel insecure.

"No ... amm... it's okay ...maybe another night Pablito" you tried avoiding the situation at all costs but he wouldn't let go keeping you on his lap.

"Que pasa contigo mi amor? Talk to me ..." he said and you looked anywhere but his eyes because you wouldn't lie but you can't say the truth either because it's embarrassing right now.

"Please, let me go ...I'm tired Pablo" you said but he wouldn't budge. Ugh sometimes you really hated when he was stubborn like this.

"You know I think your body is sexy ..." he said not able to keep it to himself anymore. He needed you to know how much he admires you from afar.

"Que?" you were a little taken back. Pablo was never much of talker, especially about intimacy, he preferred to show it all.

"Your breasts me vuelven loco ...they fit perfectly in my hands like they were made for me ...and your perky butt is perfect to be spanked ...and you know how much I enjoy doing that when you're mala ...hmmm but I know you secretly love when I squeeze in like this" he spoke slowly and seductively while squeezing your ass roughly making you fight an urge to moan.

"Pablito ..." you whisper and he kept his hands there for while until moving to hold your face and make you look in his eyes. He kissed you passionately and a little agressivly as well like he needed to to feel all his words in action.

"Listen to me, mi amor ...go put on that lingerie and let me enjoy what's mine" he said slowly releasing your hold and you jumped off quickly but still refusing to do what he said or talk about it.

When he saw you pull out your regular pajamas instead, he walked to the wardrobe and sat int he corner sofa.

"Don't be mala, nenita mia. Do what papi said!" he said sternly and you gulped looking at the lingerie in the box while signing.

"I want to get plastic surgery, Pablo!" you yelled it out and he sighed grabbing your hand rather roughly and pulling you to sit on his lap. You were once again trapped there and couldn't move.

"Now you listen to me, nena ...you are perfect and you don't need to get anything done! I don't want my things touched by anyone else or ruined with plastic surgery! I want you as you are ...perfect and mine" he spoke sternly and you held onto every word. There was no arguing with Pablo when he got dominant like this ...fuck you were also turned on so you decided to push your limits.

"But wouldn't you like if they were a little bigger Pablito???" you took his hand and placed it on your breast and he squeezed looking at your mouth longingly. You could feel underneath your butt that he was just as turned on as you.

"Dios ... they're perfect. Don't do it amor...por favor" he said helplessly at the end and you smiled kissing him passionately while he carried you to bed.

"Do you really like me like this Pablo?" you ask after a heated makeout session as both of you discarded your clothes on the floor enjoying every intimate moment.

"I don't only like you nena ...I love you just the way your are ...natural, divine and all mine. Si? Dime eso" he whispered into your ear kissing your weak spot leaving his famous marks all over your neck as you moaned.

"aaahh all yours Pablito ..." you half moaned and he smirked nodding his head while kissing you all over.

"Promise me you won't touch anything?" he said while resting between your thighs knowing how desperately you needed him.

"Porfavor ..." you begged hating being teased

"Promise me or I won't give it to you nena" he smirked knowing he is winning this battle.

"I promise Pablo! I won't do anything! Please give it to me!" you were yelling on top of your lungs and he was very proud of you in that moment. He will spend this night and the rest of his life showing you just how perfect you are for him ...just the way you are ��️❤️❤️

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featherandferns · 11 months

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jj maybank x fem!shy!kook!reader | technically the sequel for fascinating new thing, but can be read as a stand-alone too

content warning: pure filth, to be honest; sex (f and m self-pleasure; protected, p in v)

word count: 3k

Blurb: jj knows there's something hidden beneath all the layers of quiet and meek; he just has to coax it out of you.

Nobody expected JJ Maybank to end-up having a thing for you, including JJ himself. He couldn’t explain how it happened, or when exactly, but it went from him being somewhat wary of you to completely desperate to have your gaze on him. It seemed that one day you just had him: hook, line and sinker. JJ had sort of accepted that he didn’t have a chance, especially with a certain ginger haired boy lingering in the background. He’d admire from afar and settle for friendship if that’s all you could offer him. But then you kissed him, and everything seemed to fall into place. JJ was allowed privy to your thoughts and the different facets of yourself: watching you song write and waking you from a nightmare and indulging in the late-night baking. He liked every part of it. Everything that was you.

Well, almost everything.

“You can’t seriously enjoy this crap?”

“Be quiet, please,” you mumble.

JJ rolls his eyes. He has one arm under his head, propping it up so he can see the screen of your laptop, and the other on your stomach, resting atop your tee shirt. He’s spooning you, cosy under the sheets of your bed.

It’s the second time he’s been in your bedroom. It’s a nice room; perfectly encapsulates you. Vinyl records and CDs and a million and one potted plants and succulents. Fairly lights draped above your bed and around a pinboard of pictures and keepsakes, shining a delicate golden hue on your belongings. An acoustic guitar rests against the wall by your bedroom door. It’s wide open right now. No need to have it shut; your parents aren’t home.

Looking back to the screen, JJ tries and fails to hold in a sigh.

“Can you be quiet, please?” you repeat.

“Who is that? The guy?”

“George the third.”

“The third? Is that the one that murdered all his wives?”

“JJ, I can’t hear it,” you complain quietly.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. He barely pays attention to the drama on the screen, too busy foraging through his brains for the history of English royals. “Is he though?”

You sigh, annoyed. “No. That’s Henry the Eighth. And he didn’t murder all of them. Just two.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay then,” JJ sarcastically replies.

For some reason, he feels as though you’ve rolled your eyes. He attempts to watch the show that you’ve become obsessed with lately. The characters don’t talk like normal people. Everything is so flowery and over-the-top that he hardly understands what they’re talking about. It’s boring and dull and overdramatic. He lets his mind wander.

“Baby?”

“JJ?”

“Just a quick question.”

“Yes?” you sigh, patience clearly dwindling.

“Is George the Third the one that got really fat?”

“No, that’s George the fourth,” you say.

“Which one’s George the third then?”

“George the third is the one that was ruler when America won its independence. I mean, do you listen to anything in history?” you chuckle. JJ feels the muscles in your belly tighten and loosen as you do.

“Sometimes,” he shrugs. “When it’s interesting. Like, I don’t get how all of this—”

“Shush! I can’t hear what they’re saying!” you snap.

JJ can’t help but snigger. He likes when you lose your temper with him; let the good-girl side of you slip for a moment to put him in his place.

He nuzzles his face into your hair. It smells like cedarwood and salt water. Maybe he’ll just have a nap. You’re not coming away from the show anytime soon – not until the episode’s done, anyway. JJ closes his eyes and vaguely tunes into the droning of dialogue. Lady this and sire that. He’s just about to properly drift off (maybe it’s been five minutes or so) when he’s woken by the feel of you pushing back against his groin. His hold tightens on your stomach and he reluctantly inches his body away slightly.

“Baby don’t do that,” he mumbles sleepily into your hair.

“Do what?” you reply, absentmindedly.

You’re still watching the Goddamn show. He’s not sure if you’re playing dumb or not.

Then, you do it again.

JJ inhales sharply. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Rubbing up on me like that,” he tells you, half-laughing. “S’not fair.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

He opens his eyes and looks down at the laptop screen. The moment he makes out what’s happening in the show, it clicks. Oh.

Smirking, JJ can’t keep from taking the piss.

“You didn’t tell me that you’re into regency era porn.”

“Shut up,” you reply all too quickly.

“Is it like all royal era stuff or just Henry the third things?”

“George the third!”

“Tomata-tomato,” JJ mutters. Quiet. Then: “Does it have to be in a bathtub or…”

“JJ!” you whine, embarrassed. He laughs into your hair. “Stop it!”

“Alright, alright! I’m just messing around,” he sniggers.

You don’t reply, don’t even seem to be listening to him, with your eyes shamelessly fixated on the screen. JJ starts to watch too, half-curious as to what has you so entranced.

The lighting is dark. Who JJ has finally come to grasp as king George the third is fucking his wife in the bath. She’s riding him, grinding down on him, still in her dress. The music swells with sharp, dramatic violins. This time, when you push back reflexively against JJ, he doesn’t complain. Instead, he uses his hand that’s placed on your stomach to keep you there. He’s only half ashamed to admit that he’s turned on by the regency-era-sex-scene from your corny, cheesy TV show.

Half hard, he rubs against you, sighing into your hair as he does. You don’t shake him off. Instead, you push back against him.

And then, the scene stops. It’s daylight. Cutting to a scene in a conservatory.

JJ shifts his hand so it’s under your tee shirt, moving to stroke at the skin. He feels your stomach constrict underneath his touch, as if you’re holding your breath, and then relax. He places a kiss to your neck, then another, and begins to work on a hickey. You let out a shaking breath, eyes only half-focused on the show, now. One of your hands comes down to lay atop of his, though not in discouragement. JJ can’t help but rut against you again. In the haze of kissing at your throat, he finds himself wishing a silent prayer that you won’t pull away this time.

He doesn’t mind waiting. Really, he doesn’t. He’d probably wait forever for you (if he really had to). He knows how nervous you get; knows all of this is new to you. Understands. Doesn’t want you to feel pressured. But, God, JJ would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to fuck you. That he didn’t jack off almost every night to the thought of it. That seeing you, drenched head to toe, stood in nothing but a bikini after surfing didn’t have him shifting in his seat. That having you pressing up against him like you had been tonight didn’t make his mind shoot off to the darkest, dirtiest places. So, yes, he’ll stop if you ask, but he’s praying, borderline close to begging, that you don’t.

Your fingers loop into his hair, pulling him off your neck. He shifts enough back so you can turn your head, meeting his eyes. Your breathing heavier than usual, lips wet as if you’ve been licking at them. Your eyes are dancing over his face, back to his eyes, glancing at his lips. JJ’s hand on your stomach continues scratching softly at your skin. He gently rubs himself against you. Please.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whisper. There’s a tinge of nerves to your voice.

JJ nods. Swallows. “I know.”

“But…I want to,” you quietly say. A smile teasing at the corner of your lips as you nod. “If you do, that is.”

JJ leans down so his forehead bumps against yours. He exhales a chuckle against your lips. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the hammock.”

You giggle, perhaps a little stunned at the confession, and then your lips are on his.

JJ’s rolling onto his back, sighing into the kiss, pulling you atop of him. His hand that was under his head now reaches out to close the laptop, shoving it to the foot of the bed (hopefully where it won’t fall off). Then he’s kissing you with newfound hunger. Tongue slipping into your mouth lewdly, brushing against yours, swallowing your sighs and breaths. Whenever you break apart, it’s for less than a moment. Your hands have come up to cradle his face, fingers splayed across his cheek and jaw. One of his resides on your waist, squeezing at the skin, and his other has fallen onto your bare thigh; the pyjama shorts you’re wearing having ridden up.

When you lean back against him, rolling down on his crotch, JJ groans against your lips. The gasp you let out is small, startled, as you feel him, hard against you.

“We don’t have to,” JJ reminds you, though the id in him is crying out yes, we do. Please.

You shake your head, hands still on his face. “I want to.”

Thank fucking God.

As the two of begin to kiss again, JJ lets his hand creep up your stomach. His fingers gently trace up the soft skin. He feels the ripples of your breaths as he goes; they’re uneven. Bringing his hand up to your chest, cupping at the bare skin, you sigh against him. He begins to tenderly palm at your breast, running a finger back and forth over your nipple, grinning to himself as he feels it harden at his touch.

You’re grinding back on him now, making him uncomfortably hard under his boxers, sensitive as he rubs against the fabric. JJ opens his eyes to look up at you, your kiss naturally breaking as you begin to breath more and more heavy. Frowns as he sees you dig your teeth into your lower lip. He lifts his hand from off your thigh to bring his thumb to your lips, tugging it free.

“I wanna hear you,” JJ mumbles, tone only slightly demanding.

You open your eyes. They’re angel-like; innocent and shining under the fairy-light glow. Then, you do something that has him twitching, horny past the point of no return. You take his thumb into your mouth and suckle at his finger. JJ groans at the sight. Jesus Christ. Something in you seems to shine through and take control. You don’t say anything as you hold his hand in both of yours, guiding his thumb out your mouth only to begin sucking on his pointer finger. Your eyes slip shut as you do, as if you’re getting off on doing so, and you sigh out a quiet moan. JJ feels himself begin to smirk, taken aback somewhat. Okay…

Pulling his finger from out of your mouth tentatively, he lets his thumb pinch at your chin. The dampness of your spit streaks onto your skin, if only slightly. JJ suddenly knows what his new favourite thought of you is. Your chest is rising and falling, lips parted, cheeks warm as if there’s a part of you longing to be embarrassed. But you’re not. Not shying away from him, at least. JJ’s hands find the hem of your shirt and coax it over your head. As he goes, he guides you to lie down on your back – head at the foot of the bed – and crawls on top of you. One of your feet hesitantly rubs at the back of his calve. Then your fingers are tugging at the bottom of his top and he leans back to take it off. Easing back down to kiss at your chest, he can’t help but sigh against the sensitive skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your nails dig into the skin of his back. You don’t reply, but he feels as though you’re shaking your head. Glancing up, he frowns.

“You are,” he repeats.

“Can you not say things like that to me right now…” you mumble, retreating back into yourself.

JJ sighs, somewhat disappointed.

“Sorry,” you add. It makes JJ chuckle, his breath fanning against your chest.

“You don’t gotta be sorry, baby,” he replies, moving to kiss at one of your nipples. One of your hands creeps up to his face, fingers slipping into his hair. A small gasping exhale at the sensation. “Just wish you saw yourself the way I see you, sometimes.”

You’re sighing at the attention he’s giving your body. His hand comes up to grope at your neglected breast. More gasps, more breaths. You’re still so quiet. JJ knows it’s in there, could see it trying to break out when you were sucking on his fingers, he just has to coax it out of you.

Leaning back (a string of spit following), JJ sits back on his haunches and takes you in. Wonders what to do with you, as if you’re fully at his mercy. You’re looking at him, watching him. Laid out on your back, near bare and gorgeous, breathing heavy. You're half covering your chest, not used to being so exposed before someone.

Maybe he’ll just fuck you now. JJ's barely holding it together as it is. No, you’ll be too tight if he does. He has to remind himself that this is new to you. He wants it to be worth it. Wants it to be perfect. Not only that, but he also wants you to appreciate yourself and your body the way he does. Words clearly aren’t gonna cut it; you go squeamish at the faintest of compliments. But maybe…

JJ feels the shadow of a smirk grow on his face with an idea. Makes your lips twitch with a frown, as if confused where his mind might be. The he’s reaching for your spare hand that’s found purchase in the bed sheets. Taking it by the wrist, he guides it over your body, down to your shorts. Your eyes dart up from following it, meeting his eyes. Your lips move as if to say something, but you don’t. So quiet.

“I got an idea,” JJ tells you. He’s so hard it hurts, but he can’t pass up on this opportunity.

Your gaze doesn’t break apart from JJ’s as you let him guide your hand with his under the hem of your shorts. He manoeuvres your fingers easily (you pliant like a doll) and slides it through your folds. You’re soaking. The feel of it makes you gasp. Leaning down, using his other arm to prop himself above you, he guides your conjoined touch back and forth, skimming over your clit. The brief, fleeting touch makes you moan.

JJ smirks. There it is.

“Feel good, huh?” he breaths against your ear, teasingly. You don’t reply but he feels your hand gain more control, working to finger yourself. JJ chuckles. “Knew you were dirty underneath all the good-girl shit you put on.”

It seems that whatever strap was holding you together has snapped. Your honeyed voice is crying out, in moans and whines. Eyes shut, head tilted back, and JJ basks in the sight of you. He gradually lets his hand leave yours, slipping out of your shorts, and watches as you continue getting yourself off underneath your shorts. Chews on the inside of his cheek as he does, bucking against your leg desperately. He can’t help but pull himself out of his boxers, jacking off at the sight. At your sweet, hopeless sounds. Your spare hand is coming to his throat, pulling at his jaw, guiding his lips to yours in a lustful, messy kiss. You’re moaning into his mouth, gasping, voice high and desperate.

“Good girl,” JJ croons. It spurs you on. He’s smirking again, gasping through his own pleasure. Fuck. You’re perfect. How are you so Goddamn perfect?

“You close, baby? You gonna come?”

Your reply comes in a stammered, broken gasp. Yes.

JJ forces his hand from himself, quickly moving to grab at your wrist, pulling your fingers away. They’re drenched. You whine at the loss of contact, so close to the edge it seems, and he chuckles darkly against your jawline.

“Not yet,” he simply says.

As JJ moves to take off your shorts, shucking off his boxers in this process, he catches a glimpse of your hand moving back up your body. His eyes flick up just in time to see you slip your used fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. Fuck. How JJ doesn’t come on the spot is beyond him. You open your eyes, catching his gaze, and meekly pull them from your mouth. Before you can form the inevitable apology you’re bound to give, JJ’s darting down to capture your mouth in a kiss. Then, he’s climbing atop of you, rubbing at your entrance. Has the both of you gasping against one another.

“Wait,” you mumble, pulling back. “We need a condom.”

“Shit, yeah,” JJ pants. He’d forgotten about that. You point vaguely to your bedside table.

“There should be one in there. Somewhere.”

JJ chuckles slightly and nods, leaning back to riffle through. He can’t help but notice the vibrator, making a mental note of that for another day. Finding one, he’s coming back to you, sliding it on, desperate to be inside of you.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he keeps his eyes on you.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

“I will,” you quietly reply, a hand coming up to cup at his jaw.

JJ nods and begins to slide in. His eyes reflexively shut; he can’t help it. It feels fucking amazing. Sex with feelings is better than any kegger hook-up he’s ever had.

But you’re tight, too tight, and it’s like your body is trying to push him out. Opening his eyes, he looks down to see your face twisted in pain, lips pursed and eyes squeezed shut.

“Hey, hey,” he mumbles, thumbing at your cheek. You force your eyes open, gazing up at him. “You gotta relax, alright? Just breath out for me.”

You take a moment then do as he asks. He feels your body soften. Nudging a bit further in, you actively try not to go tight again.

“It’s just me,” he reminds you. “You’re doing so good, alright?”

To keep you lax, he rubs gently at your clit. Eventually, your body opens up to him. Once JJ’s eased all the way in, you’re squeezing him like a vice.

“You can move, JayJ,” you say, almost anxious that he isn’t.

JJ laughs a little. He won’t last a second if he moves right now. Closing his eyes, composing himself, he replies, “I really can’t. Gimme a second.”

Soon enough, the two of you sink into a rhythm. JJ places a hand one side of your head, another on your hip, angling you up slightly. Your back begins to arch and you’re moaning again, and JJ decides that it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. Prettier than when you sing. The sounds echoing off the bedroom walls are filthy enough to make Satan himself blush.

"Fuck baby. Feel so fucking good."

Groaning against your shoulder, moaning into your ear, JJ feels his resolve begin to break. He’s close. The way your body is reacting to him has him thinking you are too. His hand leaves your hip to rub at your clit. Quick, firm circles. You start to gasp, high pitched and euphoric, and JJ know he can’t last much longer. It’s too good.

The moment you finish, JJ lets go. The two of you come almost together, riding it out, clinging to each other as if you’ll float away if not. JJ eventually let’s himself collapse on top of you, breathing shallow and frantic. You’re still clenching around him, body dealing with the aftershocks.

JJ’s not sure how he’s supposed to go about the rest of his life knowing what it’s like to have you in bed. How he’s meant to get anything done with the memory of how you sound, gasping out his name. The picture stained in his mind of you sucking your fingers clean.

He presses a kiss to your damp neck, then another and another until he somehow finds your mouth. You sigh as you kiss him back, a hand coming to cradle at his face yet again. He pulls back, opens his eyes into yours, and you give him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. Bashful and blissed out and beautiful.

“I love you,” you tell him, still a little breathless.

JJ smiles back. Heart stammers.

You wanted him. You picked him.

Kissing you once more, tender and fleeting, JJ sighs. “I love you too.”

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gr7mes · 9 days

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PHOTOGRAPH “we keep this love in a photograph.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: angst, death, use of y/n, 8x9, some fluff

a/n: first angst, i was bawling my eyes out while writing this 😓. based off photograph by ed sheeran, lyrics r in italics. i hope ygs enjoy!!

loving can hurt sometimes. you never really understood how much until now.

FLASHBACK.

“we should do something.” carl says, fiddling with your promise ring which he got you. he saw it while on a run and thought it was pretty, “pretty items for a pretty girl.” he thought. you were sitting criss cross applesauce in front of him, him doing the same. both of his hands were interlinked with yours, giving light squeezes. “and what’s that?” you ask. “we should take a photo. you know for the future.” “for the future?” “like to show our kids.” you wanted to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. did he really just say that? did he mean it? this boy would be the death of you.

“wait okay so- i just do a random pose?” you say, looking at the camera carl held in his hand. “up to you baby.” he never failed to make you feel special. you were so in love, and you knew he was too. “m’ ready!” “sweet.” he angles the camera to fit you both into the frame before you press your lips onto his cheek. his lips curve up into a smile before you hear the click sound from the camera.

carl held the photo of you both in his hand, examining every part of it. mostly examining you. the way your hair fell perfectly upon your face, the way your lips looked perfect on his skin. god, he just knew he was going to make you his wife one day. you giggled at the light kiss stain you left on his cheek.

PRESENT TIME.

you held the necklace you got when you were fifteen, heavy tears flowing down your face at a rapid pace.

FLASHBACK.

“carl.. you didn’t.” you say, looking at the beautiful silver heart locket in the small black box carl handed to you. “you like it?” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “i love it. i- you didn’t have to.” you say, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “don’t cry pretty girl.” he says, putting his hand on your cheek. “i love you so much carl.” “i love you more.”

PRESENT TIME.

holding him closer til’ our eyes meet. did it have to end like this?

FLASHBACK.

“carl you can’t leave me like this. i wo- i won’t allow it. this isn’t fucking fair.” you say, hitting carl’s chest softly. you were so angry, and sad, you didn’t know how to feel. “y/n you’ll be fine. i know you will. you’re a strong girl. it’ll b-“

“what about- what about the plans we made? who am i supposed to talk to late at night when i have nightmares? w-who am i supposed to cry about stupid things to? carl i can’t do this without you.” you started to choke on your words, the realization hitting deeper and deeper that you would never get to see, to talk to, to hold, to kiss, to love carl grimes ever again.

carl pulls you into his chest for one last hug. you embraced him tightly, trying to make the best of it while it lasted. he then cupped your face and pressed his forehead onto yours. “my girl, my y/n, i love you.”

PRESENT TIME.

you kept his last words deep within your soul. your hands quivered as you slowly opened the piece of paper which carl left for you. your heart stopped when you saw his handwriting. all of his words written on the paper. you wished it could’ve lasted longer. you wished you had more time with him.

“my dearest y/n. i remember when we first met. you looked so scared. you were always quiet, always alone. i felt so bad for you. i would always admire from afar, watching the wind blow through your hair. you were so pretty. i don’t know how i ended up having you as my girlfriend, but it’s the best thing i could’ve ever experienced.

i know you’re sad. i know you’re angry. i’m frustrated too. i meant it when i said i wanted to show the photos to our kids. i meant it every single time i said i love you. because i am truly in love with you. every part of you. and nothing will ever change that. in another lifetime we will reunite once again. i will always be with you. don’t ever be scared. we keep this love in a photograph. we made all of these memories for ourselves.

so you can keep me, hidden in the pocket of your ripped jeans. you won’t ever be alone. wait for me to come home.”

you look at the photo which fell to the floor while you were reading the letter. quiet laughs mixed with sobs come out of your mouth when you remember that day. forever you will have this memory. captured in a photograph.

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noproofread · 6 months

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A little Luffy fluff

I've never written fanfic on tumblr before so pls bear with me. Also I'm so used to writing smut but I started this one and it was just so fluffy i didnt wanna taint it so maybe there'll be a part 2, who knows.

Word count: 1,425

Nothing but cute fluff, first kiss, feelings, all the soft stuff

‘Luffy!” you shout, spotting your captain in a restaurant. You have only been on this island for 15 minutes and already Luffy found a place to eat. He turns to face you “Hey Y/N!” Luffy says, crumbs of food spilling out of his mouth as he grins at you.

“You gotta try these potatoes! They’re so good!” The young captain shouts, making you giggle. “I believe you. We have to go to the ship though, Nami sent me to get you” you state, taking a seat next to him. He doesn’t look at you, too focused on scarfing down the hot food while he can. “Hmmm but I’m eating right now.” A whine comes out of Luffy. “We’ll just go back when you finish then” you smile at him. You won’t admit it to the rest of the crew but you developed a little crush on your captain in the time you’ve spent with the Straw Hats.

He had come into your village and beat up some guys that were giving you trouble as you were going back home from shopping for gardening supplies. He asked you to join the crew, per Nami’s request, as she saw the way you tended to the garden. She wanted someone who knew what they were doing when it came to green life, especially for her tangerine trees. You graciously accepted the invitation, mostly because of the young rubber pirate that helped you.

You were good at hiding your feelings for the most part. Nobody questioned your unwavering loyalty to the group of pirates you had only known for a couple of weeks. Nor did they notice all the times you stared at Luffy, studying his face. Appreciating the way he always smiled even when faced with scary situations. Nobody saw the way you blushed whenever he complimented the way the lawn on the Sunny looked.

You never expected him to feel the same way towards you so you never did anything about your feelings. After all, this is the future King of the Pirates. The man that will find the one piece. You were perfectly content just being close to him as his friend. Perfectly okay with simply admiring him from afar.

“Aaahh I’m all done now! Ready to go back to the ship then?” Luffy’s words snapped you out of your thoughts. You nodded at him and got up from your seat. “We have to hurry though, Nami says there’s going to be a storm soon and I don’t wanna get caught in the rain.” Without thinking, you grab Luffy’s hand and start heading back to the Sunny. Luffy looks down at your hand, confused but he allows it.

As you approach the ship, Luffy speaks. “Hey Y/N, what’s with this hand holding thing anyway?” He looks at you and grins. That signature wide grin he always has on his face. “Not that I mind, just curious.”

“Oh! I uh… I hadn’t noticed haha” You pull your hand away, hoping you didn’t sound nervous. Luffy shrugs it off and jumps up on the ship. You climb your way up and see Nami “See! I found him” you tell her. She smiles and looks at Luffy “Don’t run off without telling us! We almost left you until Y/N pointed out you weren’t on the ship” She nods disapprovingly at him and chuckles lightly. “NAMI-SWAAANN” you hear Sanji yell from the kitchen “Please oh PLEASE taste this tangerine tart I made just for you.” Nami rolls her eyes and walks towards the kitchen, leaving you and Luffy alone as the sun starts to set.

You are standing a little close to Luffy, who looks towards you. You notice a faint blush on his cheeks briefly before his voice cuts through your thoughts again. “Hey, why do you always make my face feel warm?” He smiles.

“What?” You stand shocked, looking at Luffy. “I don’t know, I just feel warm whenever you’re close to me. It’s weird.” Your eyes widen at Luffy’s sudden confession. “Good weird or bad weird?” you ask.

“I… I’m not sure. I honestly don’t know what to think about it.” The blush on Luffy’s cheeks deepens slightly. “I think it’s good though.” You smile to yourself and let out a sigh “That’s good…” You say softly. Looking out at the blue water past the ship, you make your way towards the railing. You feel your heart flutter at Luffy’s words. He catches up to you and looks at you, slightly confused. “Why is it good?” he smiles. “Just… I would never want to make you feel bad weird," your gaze still looking at the crashing waves. “Haha! Well you sure don’t make me feel bad weird so you’re good!” Luffy says, looking at your face as a small blush forms. “What about me? Do I ever make you feel… weird?” He leans against the railing of the Sunny, right next to you. You feel the air change as you process his question.

“Yeah… good weird too” You laugh, avoiding his gaze as you try to ignore the feeling of your heart dropping to your stomach. You can feel Luffy’s eyes on you, you wonder if he can see the blush on your face. If he can sense your nervousness. You feel a warm sensation on your hand and look down to see Luffy’s on top of yours. You look at him and he smiles “I mean… you are something else Y/N.” You feel your face grow hotter and you bite your lip. “Haha… So are you. Captain Luffy… Future King of the Pirates.” You look down once again, trying to focus on the sound of the waves to ease up the tension. It doesn’t work.

“Can I maybe… I don’t know…” Luffy says awkwardly, as his voice trails off. You look at him and notice the deep pink hue that washes over his face. His eyes meet yours and you see them trail down to your lips. You feel your stomach do a flip as you realize what he is thinking. “C-Can you maybe… what?” You speak but your voice is barely a whisper. Luffy leans in closer to you. “Maybe…” His voice is soft and low.

“I… I think I want to…” He continues to hold your hand as he inches closer to your face. Your brain cannot process what’s happening “You… you want to…?” You echo his words as you hear your heart pounding in your chest. He looks back up into your eyes “You… you don’t mind… do you?” Luffy asks quietly, his face is so close you feel his breath on your lips. You can’t find the voice to speak anymore and you simply shake your head no. Everything feels like it’s happening in slow motion. You can’t hear the crashing of the waves anymore, or the sound of your crew mates’ banter. You have never felt more present and yet so far away. Luffy’s hand is still on yours as he leans in further. You close your eyes and notice your shallow breathing. You feel his lips press against yours. They’re soft and light. It was only a quick second but it was enough to make you gasp.

You open your eyes to see Luffy smile. His face is a deep shade of red and you assume yours also is. You bite your lip to hold back an impulse, but it fails. You grab Luffy’s face once again and kiss him. You feel him relax into the kiss, which is already longer than the previous one. Your heart is racing as you feel Luffy cup your cheek with his hand. As you both pull away you’re both breathing heavily. “That…” Luffy begins but his words trail off. “I don’t know what to say…” You simply smile and bite your lip. “What do you feel, Luffy?” You finally find it within you to speak. “It’s.. It’s hard to describe um..” He begins. You see his eyes scan your face, trying to find the words.

“It’s like a strange sensation in my mind and my body… I feel um… I feel like these warm tingles and it’s hard to think sometimes.” He speaks softly. You simply smile and pull him in for a hug. He gasps at the sudden embrace and soon you feel his arms wrap around you. You can hear his heart beating in his chest. You close your eyes and sigh, feeling yourself be present in this moment. A moment you really never thought would happen.

#one piece #one piece fic #opla #one piece luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #fluff #one piece fluff #please be nice it's my first fic lol #x reader

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dootdootwriting · 9 months

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Doot, absolutely love your writing❤ I have a request.

I need some angst if your feeling up to it. Can I have an unrequited love scenario with any of the Genshin men of your choosing? How do they handle your polite rejection? Who continues to love you from afar? Who is down for you so bad and takes this rejection to heart? Like "Did I do something in the past to make you upset with me? Do you love someone else?? I promise I could make you happy."

A lot of potential, what do you think?

featuring: childe; neuvilette; scaramouche; tighnari (separate) tw: some stalkery shit + cursing in scaramouche's, childe not giving a shit????, letting them down ofc, brief mention of one-night stands (non-specified) in childe's type: angst, sfw pronouns used: none a/n: i went through my inbox this morning and saw this and was like. well. forget college im doing this. ALSO IM SO ANGRY AT HOW THEY PRONOUNCE NEUVILETTE IN THIS GAME.... poor guy

CHILDE -> the "well, at least i gave it a shot!"

he's prepared himself for this, honestly

being a harbinger and away all the time means that while he does enjoy the occasional dinner date or one-night stand, he'd be the first to admit to himself that he's not the best candidate for a serious relationship

still, he had to give it a shot!

you'd have to be pretty special to get him to even think about asking you out for real, too

so, all this to say he isn't surprised when you let him down gently and give him an apologetic smile

oh, well. he'll find someone else

he can have his pick of who he wants. he travels around for work!

and he knew you'd probably say no, anyway

so... then, why does it still sting a little?

SCARAMOUCHE -> the confused + furious

what? sorry??

have you been leading him on this whole time or something? what is your fucking problem?

on the inside, he's fuming. he's harbored these feelings for you for months and you're just... what, throwing him out with the trash?

(of course, this isn't the case, and you've been perfectly polite about rejecting him, letting him down slowly with a sweet apology)

on the outside, however, he doesn't let it show. he gives a huff and pulls his hat down over his face, turning away and refusing to meet your gaze

"fine. i never cared that much anyway."

this is A LIE.

for the next week, no matter how much he tries to distract himself, all scaramouche can think about is where he went wrong.

he can't figure it out by himself, so he turns to observation

he watches you, as you go about your day-to-day life, having almost completely forgotten him.

one of these days, he'll ask again. and you'll say yes.

NEUVILLETTE -> the admirer from a distance

"ah, i see. very well then, i understand. i'll see you around then, i suppose."

he gives you a very curt, polite nod, and turns around, walking away as briskly as he can without appearing too embarrased

it's honestly very cute.

while neuvillette does his best to be respectful of your boundaries, he still can't stop himself from occasionally keeping an eye on you when he's around, just to make sure you're doing okay

if you eventually do find another partner, he does his best to abandon this behavior, able to convince himself that you'll be okay without him now that you have someone else.

if you ever run into him, neuvillette will be perfectly kind to you, but he'll leave as soon as possible. he wants to be as respectful as he can

you never said you couldn't be friends, but he never saw you that way, and it's all he can do not to get on his knees and beg

TIGHNARI -> the "forget it ever happened"

you'd have to have been friends with him for quite a while to even get to this point, honestly.

so when he asks you out, you're surprised, and a little confused

and when you gently let him down, he's just as surprised as you were when he asked

for some reason, he'd come to the conclusion you also had feelings for him... and now that he knows you don't he's so embarrassed that he feels like digging himself a hole in the forest floor and laying in it for at least the next month.

but instead, he just flushes a bright shade of red and shakes his head furiously to try and ground himself.

"ah, i'm really sorry then, i get it. just forget i ever asked."

tighnari would much rather stay as close to you as he can be. and while "just friends" isn't anywhere close to his ideal label, it would have to do.

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idontca3e · 1 year

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Meeting you for the first time

Billy

The moment he saw you his long time crush on Petra was gone.

If you're a rat:

It was your first day and it wasn't going well. People were giving you looks and you didn't fit in anywhere. You wanted to make some friends, since you're kinda friendly person despite your great fighting skills, but you were too scared to approach anyone. Didn't help the fact that you didn't have intimidating looks.

That changed when you met Billly. He was the first who offered you a warm smile and the only one who came up to you.

If you're a legacy:

Definitely admires you from afar while others rats tease him bout it.

100% wouldn't come up to you, in fear that you're as mean as your group/gang (what they called? I forgot)

That's why he's in shock, staring at you with wide eyes and open mouth, thinking your joking, when you come up to him and want to be friends

Marcus

Marcus was new to kd

If you're a rat:

He met you on the rooftop when Billly brought him there.

His first thought was that you are beautiful and he hoped that you could be friends

Well since you liked him tho, you decided to get to know him better, not caring what others would think

You liked to hangout with him. Both of you felt comfortable with each other

If you're a legacy:

He saw you in cafeteria, while Billy was explaining him about school

Billy noticed him staring at you and warned him to stay away from you since you were know as very cold and powerful. On top of that you were in a soto vatos group/gang?

Not gonna lie, Marcus was scared of you

So he was very surprised when you stood up for him when Chico was bullying him. Before he could thank you, you were already gone

You only stared talking in karate class, were you two were put together

After that you started to become friends, and he got to see your other side, turns out you're not as scary as people make you, you're a great person, and Marcus was the first person to discover it

Lex

You're one of the deadliest student no matter If your a rat or legacie

If you're a rat:

I think that he usually doesn't even notice new people, but you catched his eyes when you got in fight on your first day

What surprised him was that, that being a rat you were brave enough to stand up for yourself, win a fight and put others in their place

Not to mention Lex definitely thought you are very hot

He wanted to introduce himself, but while he was thinking of a cool way to do it, you beat him to it, by coming straight up to him

That's when you two become friends. Your brutal but funny personality was something he liked very much about you

If you're a legacy:

No one dares to mess with you

You are a part of kuroki legacy and even better than Saya at fighting

Lex met you while you were setting up prank. Of course he knew who you are, but he never talked, let alone been alone in one room with you

He was amazed when he found out you one of the most powerful person In school were the one who set up all the pranks and never got caught (well till the moment Lex caught you)

From that day you became friends with Lex and others rats, not caring that your reputation might be ruined, since you could protect yourself perfectly fine, plus you got friends that actually care about you

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Okay, so it's quite messy I'm not sure if I like it. Also my English is not very good, I noticed I use the same words a lot.

It my not be very accurate but that's what I imagine

Also can request something if you want to

#deadlyclass preferences #deadlyclass #deadly class x reader #deadly class #deadly class imagine #lexmiller #billy bennett #marcus lopez arguello #marcus lopez x reader #Billy Bennett x reader #lex miller x reader #Chico #Victor

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You’re Out Boy-scout. Part-3

Your last interaction with Felix was about two days ago in class. You realized you have a few of the same courses, and he plopped himself down beside you that day. He leaned over and asked “Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” Not to disrupt the lecture you quietly nodded and began digging through your bag for one. You pulled out a 0.7 gray mechanical pencil and placed it in his hands, your fingers brushing against his. “You can keep it.” You say. “Really?” He leans over once again and whispers in your ear. “That’s kind of you, I’ll have to return the favor some time.” The warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your body to your core. “No really, it’s okay. That’s the least I can do considering how kind you’ve been to me these past few days.” He smiles. Little does he know you spent the rest of class imagining all the ways that he could return the favor. You watched his fingers fidget with the pencil, spinning it around, tapping it on the desk. When did that become so hot?

As you cross your arms and lean out of your dorm window, you feel the warmth of the sun kissing your skin. You lay your head on your elbow and close your eyes. As gorgeous as Felix was, you were too. As he walks by your building he sees you out the corner of his eye. He stops and admires your beauty from afar. Glowing skin, long soft eyelashes, plump lips. Simply stunning. He doesn’t stop until he snaps back to reality when you open your eyes. He waves and calls your name. You smile and wave back. “Hey Felix.” you say softly. He likes that about you, your pleasant nature, the way that you carry yourself. It’s very alluring to him. “Would you like to join us tonight? Some sort of party, like a small thing.” he asks unsure of how you’ll respond. At this point he knows that you aren’t a fan of large gatherings but he’s trying to help you out of your shell. “Yea, I would actually.” you say with a smile. You can tell by the look on his face that he’s pleasantly surprised. “Great, I’ll message you.” he says before he continues on his way.

You haven’t been struggling in keeping up with your schoolwork yet, but that’s because you try not go out too much. You’ve been trying to let loose a little, as that’s what you told yourself you would do once you got to college. Though you’ve never been the most outgoing person, being around Felix makes you feel different. You look forward to every moment you get to spend with him.

-“I’ll meet you in the corridor again around 9 yea?”

-“Sounds good, I’m just getting ready now.”

-“I trust you’ll look great in whatever you wear ;).”

You feel your cheeks growing hot and a wide smile across your face. Now you really have to find something nice to wear. Something sexy. Or not. You still don’t know how you really feel about Felix. It’s feels as if there’s something between you too but neither of you are sure what. You decide to go with a form fitting silver sequined dress. Low cut, but not too low. Just enough for your jewelry to perfectly drape over your chest. To make it more casual you decide to toss on a black leather jacket and some black boots. Lastly you do your makeup and your hair. A soft yet sultry smokey eye and pinky nude lip with brown lip liner. You keep your hair down. This time you beat Felix downstairs and see him as he opens the door to look for you near the stairs. He sees you and his eyes widen. He reaches for your hand and you walk outside to meet everyone else. “You look.. stunning y’know.” he says with a grin. Annabelle gives you a slightly dirty look. “Looks like someone didn't get the memo about the dress code.” she says dressed in a tight black tank top and a mini skirt. “I think this is just fine actually.” Felix interjects. The whole walk you feel Felix’s eyes on your body, now thinking that you should have chose the other option as opposed to the sexy one. The problem is not the way he’s looking at you, it’s the fact that you like it. Arriving at the party you see a few familiar faces from other gatherings you gone to with Felix. He and Ollie plop down on the couch. You find your eyes drifting towards him as he spreads his long legs. Annabelle and India walk over to the drinks and you follow closely behind. Somehow you find yourself with a beer filled cup making conversation with some other guy across the room from Felix. He notices and doesn’t like it. You’d be able to see it on his face if you were paying attention. Gesturing towards Annabelle and India, Oliver suggests that Felix “eenie meenies” one of them and takes them home because they look miserable. Not too long ago Felix had been hooking up with Annabelle and India off and on, which you knew but it still bothered you everytime you would notice them leave with him. Felix notices that you look more uncomfortable than anyone else in the room which concerned him. “Eenie, meenie, miny, moe, catch a tiger by his toe, if he squeals let him go.. errr.. you’re out boy-scout.” he says gesturing towards you. Oliver sits there surprised. Felix stands up and walks in your direction. The man you’re talking to stops to look up at him and Felix takes your hand. You stand up a bit confused but happy regardless. “What do you say we get out of here?” You nod with a soft smile on your face. You begin walking in front of him when you feel his large hand plant a soft smack on your butt. Your heart nearly skips a beat but you continue walking with him as if nothing happened. Annabelle looks pissed which delighted you.

Felix wraps his arm around your waist as you walk back towards the dorm. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours and you almost melt. “Where are we going?” you ask as you look up into his eyes. “Where do you wanna go?” he asks with a smirk. Before you can answer, you hear the sound of thunder striking. Rain starts to pour and before you know it you and Felix are both soaked. His button up clings to his chiseled figure, your eyes may pop out your head if you looked any closer. He uses his height to your advantage and almost curls over you to protect from the rain the best he can. You both pick up speed and you reach his building soon. He opens the door for you, and you go in. He follows quickly after you. When you reach his room he unlocks the door and gestures toward his bay window. You plop down on the cushion as he closes the door and takes off his shoes. You pull both your boots off and lay them to the side. “We’re dripping.” he says as he chuckles. He walks towards his dresser and pulls out two oversized shirts. He places one in your lap. You hold it up with confusion plastered over your face. “What am I supposed to do with this?” you ask. “Put it on of course, what kind of guy would I be if I let you sit there all cold and wet?” he says as if it’s obvious. “Alright but you have to turn around.” you hesitantly agree. He playfully cover his eyes and spins in the other direction. You quickly slip the shirt over your dress and then pull it off from underneath. It was a bit short but it will do for now. “Finished?” he asks. “Yea, you’re okay now.” He turns back around and begins to unbutton his shirt. “Oh but you have to turn around!” he laughs as he mocks you. You roll your eyes, which he likes. You’re not sure if you start drooling or not when he take off his shirt but you know for a fact that didn’t look away once. “Enjoying the show?” he asks. You quickly break eye contact with his abs and look away. He can tell that your embarrassed. “I’m only joking y/n, y’know I like to give the ladies what they want.” For some reason hearing him reference “giving the ladies what they want” stings. Probably because it forces you to remember that you’re not the only girl he’s ever given any attention, which was dumb to think anyway.

You start putting your hair into to two braids still not saying anything. He pulls his pants down and slips on another pair of shorts over his boxers. You start fidgeting with your necklace after you finish your braids just to have something to do with your hands. Felix then comes to sit next to you. He notices your necklaces and extends his hands out to hold them, his knuckles grazing your chest as he observes them. “I got most of these for Christmas last year.” you say not knowing how to fill the silence. “Yea.. they’re nice.” he says still playing with them in his fingers. He looks up to meet your face, slowly moving his gaze from your eyes to your lips. “You’re gorgeous y’know?” he says, eyes almost twinkling. You smile and say “You are too.” He looks away shyly, which you’ve never seen him do. When he looks back you admire his features just like he did yours. His pink lips, his downward deep brown eyes, his sun-kissed skin. You reach out your thumb to feel his lips, softly rolling over the bottom, then the top. You can feel his lips curling into a smile under your touch. He raises his hand to grip yours. You both sit like that for a minute before you place your hand back in your lap. “Well we should get to bed.” you say. “Right.” Felix says looking slightly disappointed. Before he can stand up you lean forward and press a soft kiss against his lips. You pull away for a moment before he pulls you closer by your waist. This time the kiss doesn’t stop for at least a two minutes. You find yourself running your hands under his shirt and over his perfectly sculpted body. When you finally do stop you both smile at each other before stands up and gestures towards his bed. At first you’re hesitant. In high school you never had a boyfriend so this was the most physical intimacy you’ve ever had with a man. Thankfully Felix had pure intentions and only wanted to go to sleep. You lay down on the inner part of the bed and he follows behind you laying right next to you. You both lay forehead to forehead, eye to eye. He wraps his arm around you and your wrap yours around his waist. “Goodnight.” he says before planting a kiss on your nose. “Goodnight.” you say back with a smile.

#jacob elordi #felix catton x reader #felix catton x fem! reader #felix catton #felix catton x you #saltburn #slow burn

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Riddle and Yandere Trey ( separate ) slowly turning yandere to the Ramshackle perfect

Slowly Falling in Love

Riddle Rosehearts

“I wanted to apologize for my…outburst.”

It starts when he’s at his lowest

ashamed and embarrassed at overblotting and terrorizing the Heartslaybul students he’s supposed to protect

Not to mention for being a so-called prodigy he couldn’t even control himself

What a welcome wagon for you

“And to start out your first year here with such a commotion.”

“It's cool. I’d do crazy stuff too if I was weighed down by so much pressure.”

“...eh? It’s cool? That you were defenseless? Without magic in a life or death situation?”

“Uh…yeah!”

“What is–”

“Hummaannn! I’m sooo hungry!!!”

“Grim, chill we have to wait for Ace and Deuce before we head out.Oh hey speaking of them!”

“Sorry this guy had to finish his work!”

“It isn’t easy being an honors student. Anyways see you later Housewarden!”

“Yeah, bye.”

“Don’t cause trouble. Otherwise it's off with your heads!”

The two scampered off leaving you to sigh before turning to him

“Those two..anyways seeya Roses.”

You disappeared within the mirror following the freshmen

And he was touched

“...roses…roses?”

He’d spent some time on that one

Wrestling with the nickname

“Hey Roses need some help painting?”

“Yo Roses I like your threads. You look cool.”

The next thing you did was oddly enough tattling that gets him even thinking he’s in love

“Hey Roses I’m pretty sure I saw one of your guys hanging around the school. I had to clean up late and I'm pretty sure that curfew you set was violated.”

Following up on your lead he caught the naughty students

After some pestering from his vice-house warden does he finally accept he might be falling for you

But no way can he tell you!!

So he’ll enjoy watching from afar

Occasionally getting your help to do his tasks

The moment it looks like anyone is gaing your attention he’s fuming

Red and angry as he botches his potions project from watching you giggle with Jade

Trey and Cater worriedly ask but he unsuccessfully must deters them “I’M PERFECTLY FINE!!!”

Or even worse if you indulge in Floyd’s ridiculousness

“Little goldfish come play with us!!!~”

“He-he-goldfish.”

“THAT'S IT! GET OVER HERE EEL I’LL CATCH YOU ALRIGHT!!”

“Yay~!”

“AND THEN ITS OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!”

“~What?!”

“HAAAAH!!!!”

“Geez Roses!! I didn’t think hitting people with your magic wand was how you made that work–hey whoa!”

Riddle has a hard time grasping his love for you

Totally different from the rules he has

“So,” he figures, “I’ll just make my own, then.”

“First rule of business: ruthlessly punishing those that overstep (Y/n)’s boundaries”

Trey Clover

It was nice to be cared for

Trey of all people knew that

That’s why he made sure to show how much he cared for Riddle

“Hey are you…doing okay?”

You asked him while helping make tarts in the kitchen

you stopped the kneading you were doing to some extra dough

He was dutifully mixing whipped cream which he stopped when you spoke

“..What?”

“Like I just wanted to check on you since you’ve probably been blaming yourself because of what Ace said and–”

“Hey, it's okay, I'm fine. I appreciate you checking in though.”

He’s not fine though

He was stress baking

And you really noticed that

Probably went out of your way to bake with him to see if he was doing alright

It's the compassion that has him looking out to you

Asking the Adeuce duo about you

When you come around checking on you

And when he watches you devote so much of your time to helping these students

He really starts admiring you

Taking any opportunity to congratulate you or praise you

Since you're so great and caring he finds himself seeking opportunities to acknowledge you

Had a hard time over winter break? Here’s a cake for you…on your doorstep!

Got a bad grade on a test? Have some pie, you’ll get ‘em next time…on your doorstep!

At some point he can’t delude himself any longer

He’s not satisfied with just imagining you gorging on his sweets

He wants to see it

“Hey (Y/n), mind tasting this for me?”

He realizes this desire of his ranges much further from normal love

But he’s not stopping himself when he starts doping the stuff he gives you

Like clockwork you come wandering around everytime you haven’t had one of his sweets

“Again (Y/n)? You need to make sure you're brushing, are you? Let me see.”

He’s going to take care of you because you cared about him

You’re his to take care of

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere headcanons #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere trey clover #yandere trey x reader #yandere riddle roseheart x reader #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland

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mattheoscinnamongirl · 8 months

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saving angel // finnick x reader

Finnick had always admired you from afar, the mysterious girl in the capital. Of all the secrets he had accumulated over the course of the 8 years he had spent in and out of there, he still had no idea who you were. All he knew was that he thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. From your long hair that always seemed to catch the setting sun's light, down to the way you dressed. Often wearing long flowy dresses that indicated to him that you were not from here. Unlike the rest of the capital, with their extravagant attire, the thing Finnick liked most about you was how effortlessly gorgeous you were. And this was also the reason he knew he could never speak to you. He was afraid that once he did, he wouldn't be able stop himself from being fully enthralled in you. He also knew that in his position, having you would put you in danger. One less person for them to hold against him.

So that is what led him to being where he was, walking back from whatever meeting he had arranged, when he heard you in the hall next to him. He stopped in s tracks, looked both ways for peacekeepers, and listened.

“You will do as you are told.” Snow said.

“I feel like I am going crazy here. This place is so suffocating, I just want to leave for a little while!” you pleaded.

Why were you of all people arguing with the president?

“You will stay here, as I said. You will be safe here and nowhere else.”

“Safe from what exactly? Huh? Safe from anything to disrupt your plans? I am a human too, and you are using me for your sick little experiment.”

“End of discussion.”

“No, I am not done.”

“Don’t push me, Y/N”

“Don’t push you? Or what? You’ll kill someone I love? You already did that. Just murder me! Murder me like you murder anyone that does not comply-”

SMACK.

Finnick jolted as Snow left the opposite direction.

He ran to you, blood streaming down your cheek along with tears. Finding a spot next to you on the floor he pulled his sleeve up to clean you up.

“Are you alright?” He looked down at you, terrified that if you didn't answer he would never get to see you again and would slip from his grasp like everyone else he had ever loved before.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” you spoke softly up at the kind green eyes. You had been hoping that one day Panem’s golden boy would speak to you although you wished it were under different circumstances.

You couldn't bear to keep eye contact, looking down in shame as you recalled what had just happened. Finnick hooked two fingers under your chin and lifted your head to look up at him.

You took a deep breath, despite the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

“I want to lay down.” You stifled out. Finnick helped you up and you led him to your room.

The white canopy bed flowed from the open window, and all he could think was how perfectly it fit you, his angel.

You crawled into bed and he began to turn, “can you stay?”

“Of course,” he said.

He found his way to the side of the bed and sat down. And you two just sat like that for a little while. When all of a sudden you tugged his sleeve, gestation for him to lay down. He wrapped his arms around you, and you felt comfort for the first time in years, unknowing to you he felt the same way. Although he didn’t know anything about you, all he knew is that you needed him just as much and he needed you.

// part two anyone??

#finnick x reader #finnick odair #finnick x you #finnick x y/n #finnick imagine #the hunger games #thg fanfiction #thg

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tojivu · 2 years

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how they confessed to you [school edition]

a/n hi

a/n (2) so i’ve read this over and made some adjustments to the dialogue… — 21/6/22

warnings/tags fluff, gn!reader, includes zhongli childe diluc kaeya thoma, maybe a bit female reader in kaeya and thoma’s one?? i tried, mentions of a girlfriend in diluc’s, BAD WRITING!!!! NOT PROOFREAD AAAAA

ZHONGLI is always a gentleman. whatever he may be doing, he’s always calm, collected and polite. no sane person would pass him up, and he knew that—he is aware of how alluring he is, but somehow, he had trouble convincing himself that you would accept his feelings. when it came to you, he wasn’t sure of anything. he’s usually able to predict people, his calm nature allowed him to analyse. he was smart. however, adding you into the equation; zhongli would be dumbfounded. his confession was meticulously planned, every detail written down in his personal journal (that only childe has ever read, without his permission), and then practised with childe; who pretended to be you. he even asked keqing for help, only for her to say “i’m busy, i got homework to do” and walking away. to be frank, he wasn’t even sure if he should’ve confessed—if not for you talking to another guy in front of him, he would’ve admired you from afar. he needed to let you know and he was going to do it perfectly. in the end, zhongli asks you out for dinner. the dinner where he wore his best outfit, where he had paid, pulling the chair out for you when you arrive at the table. “you look beautiful tonight, y/n.” zhongli said, his tone most sincere, his eyes meeting yours—a type of look that would only make your stomach feel infested with butterflies.

CHILDE does not plan ahead for anything. tests, events, whatever. he’ll leave the house at 5 even if you were supposed to meet him at the mall at 5.15, because he thinks that he had time to catch a bus, not knowing the bus doesn’t go straight to the mall itself. he’s overconfident in his abilities and thinks that planning is a waste of time, because he always assumes he has everything under control. that was until you walked into the room, and he suddenly feels the need to plan what he’s going to say to you in his head 50 times. it never follows through, though, because he ends up stuttering or blushing too much. he embarrasses himself in front of you. he’s naturally charming, his words always putting people under a spell—yet all he does in front of you is stutter and mix his words up, because he can never stop staring at your face and think of coherent sentences. the sun was shining into the classroom as it rose, morning classes were resuming after the holidays, and you were dragging your feet across the floor because you didn’t get enough sleep the previous night. your seatmate was childe for the semester and he wasn’t sure whether he was excited or not. thinking he’d have to turn only a few degrees and see your face would make his days brighter, surely, but the only concern he had was that if he’d be able to hold himself together. so you sat down, your bag on the left and childe on the right. he was staring. anyone could see that. especially you. you turned to look at him, asking if he was okay—but before you could even finish your sentence, childe blurts out: “i think you’re really cute.”. all he wanted to do was say good morning, but at least he didn’t stutter.

DILUC is the 3rd year heartthrob. mysterious, quiet, yet everyone loves him. he’s never the type to admit his feelings, often appearing blunt and cold-hearted. his friends always tease him for not having a girlfriend at his age, considering how he was going to graduate soon—but diluc’s never felt the rush. the adrenaline when someone special walks past him, the heat in his cheeks, the need to walk a different route to class because the person he likes is walking that way. nobody has ever caught diluc’s eye. he’s never spoken a word to you, that is, until one quiet evening. you bumped into him at the school library—you were carrying a stack of books that you needed for a history essay, and he was too busy looking through shelves to notice you were right behind him. your books fell, and he was kind enough to lend you a hand; and you both moved about your days. though, you never left his mind. he would turn his head when you walked past him in the corridors; feeling like his cheeks were on fire when you’d say “hi, luc” to him in the library in that whispering voice of yours. you’d sometimes even sit next to him in the library and offer to keep him company even if he had 13 different assignments to do. he felt everything he didn’t feel before. diluc didn’t know how to keep his feelings for you a secret, after all, he’s never felt this way before. what was he supposed to do? how does he tell you? will you run away, or would you hate him? his mind is flooded with don’ts, but he does it anyway. in the end, he could never keep a secret from you. so as you’re sitting with your head on the table one friday afternoon, he slides you a note that reads: “do you know how pretty you are when you’re reading?”

KAEYA is one of the smoothest, cockiest bastards you’ve ever met. it doesn’t take a genius to know that he flirts with everyone he crosses paths with. you’ve even heard of some of your girl friends coming to you and gushing about the blue haired boy, talking about how they think he’s so handsome and funny. you’ve taken a mental note to stay far, far away from him. a man that flirts with everyone is not a good man to be involved with. yet, he found a way to you; your locker was next to his. every morning and every afternoon when you’d go home, he was there to sneak in a few words. he definitely knew a way with words, always convincing you to talk to him, but he would never flirt with you. he’d never say those stupid pickup lines about how you’re hot, or how he’d love to have you in his bedroom—but he’d always compliment you. that your hair looks good today, that your smile is cute, that you’re the prettiest he’s ever seen; and it’s like all your friends who had talked non-stop about kaeya had suddenly stopped, saying how he never flirted with them anymore, and that he’d started being more and more friendly instead. kaeya stopped going around and talking to every girl he thought was hot, but he never stopped telling you that he thinks you’re cute. slowly, rumours circulate that the player had feelings for you, and as you’re leaning against your locker laughing about it—he turns to you and smiles, saying: “who said they were rumours, y/n?”

THOMA is a very busy student. he’s never made time for anything else but his studies, his friends and his family. he never entertained the groups of girls that would come up to his table during lunchtime, when all he’d wanted was some peace and quiet to read a book. he sees you in the corner of the classroom, reading the same book he is, and how all you’re paying attention to is the words printed on the pages when your friends are right beside you. perhaps it’s the fact that he’s never experienced romance before, but he didn’t know what it was. he’s read novels, stories, where love had seemed so authentic and genuine, but thoma’s never really seen it for himself. his life took a turn that morning, when he saw you, and he had walked right over and sat down next to you. he’d say hello, and ask you about the book you’re reading–even though he clearly knows what book it is from across the room. he just wanted to talk to you. you both became close friends over the months, talking about books you both enjoyed and common interests you both had. you both seemed like such different people, you didn’t look like one to enjoy 600 page novels and he would’ve never thought you were. he realises his feelings for you when the classroom seemed to go quiet when you were talking to him, even if there were large groups of people talking their heads off a few meters away. everything was peaceful with you, and that’s what he liked most. he bought you a butterfly bookmark a few days ago and had been wondering when to give it to you, and the next morning when you flip open the book you had left under your desk the day previous, you’re surprised. you never used bookmarks. but there was one, a butterfly, with the words: “movie at my place? :) - T” written in pen on it.

ahhhh i hate this so much im sorry !!! i don’t think i did them Justice…. anyways this is all i can offer after my months of brain rot — 040622

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