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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 10 months

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Mc has Blackmail material on the Brothers

Lucifer:

you manged to get a video of him completely drunk and spilling all of his feelings for you or what he truly things about his Brothers, both things you can use against him when he tries to punish you for one of your pranks

which actually get´s you in even more trouble because he rarely humors your claims or just straight up doesn´t believe you that you have anything like this, which you do have he´s just to used to Mammon lying about this so he won´t get into trouble

but if he did believe you he would force you to delete them which would make it more likely for you to actually go through with showing them to someone, most likely sending into the Anti-Lucifer Leagues chat so it can spread even with you dead, because let´s face it he would probably die from embarrassment if A. someone saw him drunk and B. people knew how he truly thinks about them and openly says he appreciates them

Mammon:

the only blackmail material you could get would be if you got evidence of his scams and threatened to tell Lucifer or if you somehow got a recording of him saying he loves you

if you show him the later he will refuse to admit the truth which either ends with you teasing him or saying he´s cute which will make him short circuit

but the former will work on him because he´s sure Lucifer doesn´t know about those and he wants to keep it this way not only because he´s scared of the consequences but also because Lucifer will make him give everything back

you won´t be able to get much out of him but he will take over your chores but only if you immediately delete or get ride of the evidence

which he just says in hope of you actually doing it and him not having to do anything at all

Leviathan:

pretty much everything he does can be used as blackmail material

from his body pillow, which you are pretty sure has a picture of you on it, his… “secret” collection of Manga or his only “slightly” undressed figurines

and those are only some it´s ridiculous easy to blackmail Levi it´s made even easier by the fact that he can be blackmailed with pretty much everything

I mean you can´t really get much out of him from blackmailing him but his reactions are usually really funny and this is pretty much the only reason why you do it

also the last time you brought up something embarrassing he quickly jumped into his aquarium and that was a hilarious sight

Satan:

you got prove of the countless Cats he sneaked into the House of Lamentation

which wasn´t hard because his room was covered in Cat hair and destroyed Cat food bags because the Cats where impatient

which is actually more of an open secret instead of something you could Blackmail him but you also know about the countless forbidden Tomes he owns, maybe you should have started with that one

sadly you can´t use those things against him because he told you multiple times that he will make your life a living hell if you ever tell Lucifer about those things

but you could tell someone else and see how it ends :)

Asmodeus:

you somehow managed to get an unflattering picture of Asmo, it didn´t even look or anything Asmo just didn´t look perfect and insisted on you deleting and or destroying it

he also threatened to tear you into a million pieces if you give it or show it anyone no matter what, even if someone broke into your phone and saw it that way he will know and kill you

and he ended his sentence with <3 which was honestly the scariest part because you were talking in person and you have no idea how he did it besides Demon magic and insisting to be Cute no matter what

but yeah if somebody finds out about others seeing the picture you will hope that you´re dead or at least run away from the Devildom forever

Beelzebub:

there actually isn´t much you can blackmail him with like you could tell his Brothers that he ate their food or telling Lucifer he ate another Demon but that´s it

surprisingly Beel doesn´t do much that is worth Blackmailing him for

I mean you could be a snitch but that´s just boring, it´s more fun if you´re extorting somebody over things they are embarrassed about

also there isn´t really much you can get out of Beel usually he just gives you some of his snacks if you ask and often times has no problem with helping you out

so yeah not much you can do in Blackmailing Beel

Belphegor:

just like with Beel there isn´t really much to Blackmail him with

and even if there was he wouldn´t even bother, he still has youngest privilege and can usually talk himself out of problems

and if it´s outside of his family he could always kill them so Blackmail doesn´t work

a lot of times when you told him you have Blackmail material he just rolled over told you to shut up and go back to sleep dude just straight up does not give a fuck

he sure knows how to take the fun out of things

also you might not have anything to Blackmail him with but this does not mean he won´t try and Blackmail you, he doesn´t even have a reason he just wants to fuck with you

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me mammon #mammon avatar of greed #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me leviathan #satan avatar of wrath #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #belphegor avatar of sloth

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sugar-omi · 6 months

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DAY TWENTY-ONE — EGGS

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, gn/intersex + top reader, dragon!reader x human!cove, arranged marriage, stomach bulging, knotting, mpreg i suppose, cove w nip n belly piercings, praise

synopsis : you've put off having children to accommodate your human husband, and for him to get comfortable with you. but cove insists he’s ready, and you wouldn’t dare deny your darling husband something he wants

cove is anxious.

and the servants helping him bathe and dress aren't helping as they go on and on about how beautiful your children will be, that "with their majesty's dragon blood, your children will be beautiful and strong!"

even though you promised to be gentle, it didn't ease his fear now that it was happening.

and now he's all alone, sitting in the middle of this grand bed, even though the door is also grand since this is your bedroom- fit for royalty afterall-, he often wonders how it even got in the room from its size.

he tries to focus on the logistics of how the bed was squeezed into the door, and focuses on the grandeur of your palace.

even after nearly a year here, he can never get used to the high ceilings and gold, bold colors and tall open windows. the land is pretty too, open space for dragons to land and flourishing flowers and trees and clear waters.

then he started thinking about how the people dress…

open backs to accommodate your wings, in truth the clothes are quite skimpy to begin with to make room for your tail as well but also since dragons run hot, you need a breeze.

rings and chains to decorate your horns, eye catching makeup and much gold and silver and gems to go around.

it's much different from how he's used to dressing. even though he's used to and comfortable with a lack of clothing, the glamor always make him feel out of place.

even now, necklaces cool his hot skin and he's aware of the rings on his sweaty hands.

he swallows, sighing shakily. he twists his wedding band, shaky fingers tracing the brilliant gems and every curve and bend of the ring.

the door groans, and cove nearly snaps his neck to meet your gaze.

you blink lazily, your nails scraping against the wood as your hand drags along the door. your jewelry clicks, cove's eyes lingering on the shiny pair of anklets.

"ogle as long as you'd like, little dove." you purr, the rumble of your booming voice sends shivers up cove's spin.

he blink, meeting your sharp eyes. "sorry.."

you shake your head, locking the door behind you without looking. the click sticks to cove's mind, anticipation rising in his chest.

"the ladies worked hard to dress me up, please appreciate their efforts." you take long strides across the room, kneeling in the bed and reaching out to softly caress your husband's cheek.

you eyes droop, pointed pupils softening. "i know i do…" you purr, your fingers trailing between his flushed cheeks to his painted, glossy lips.

"although, i think they should have taken your natural fluster into account, the blush is poor in comparison."

cove wraps his hand around your wrist, peeking at you through his lashes.

"i'm.. glad you think so." he mutters, nuzzling into your hand.

your eyes trail down his body, your fingers following your gaze. starting with his hair, curling his hair around the digit, trailing down to his neck and lingering on the choker, pupils dilating with the way it stretches around his throat.

then your nail drags down the valley of his chest, parting his robe to see his pierced nipples, the gem of the jewelry your favorite color.

cove squirms, feeling like prey in the hands of a predator. in a way he was, but he tried not to think of that anymore.

"um.. i- they made something special for tonight…" cove takes your raised brow and retreating hand as a sign.

he undoes the ribbon, and everything seems to move in slow motion as the sleeves pool at his elbows and he shifts to show you his lovely outfit for tonight.

if the servants dressed him with the aim to be devoured, they've hit the mark.

if it isn't the lace underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination, it has to be the garter belt and thighs, showing the expanse of his long legs.

you growl, your canines pricking your bottom lip.

cove's eyes nearly fall out his head when you rip off your own garments, leaving on your underwear.

cove almost wishes you'd take them off so he can prepare himself mentally for what you're packing.

he still hasn't decided if he's thrilled or petrified by what you could get up to in the bedroom. he figures he shouldn't think with his dick, but that's a difficult challenge when it comes to you.

"y-y/n?" cove stutters, scooting back on the bed.

you crawl up the bed, your wings flaring.

cove was always painfully aware of the size difference. but having you hover over him like this.. it makes him squirm and he isn't ready to admit he likes how intimidating you are.

you take his hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "don't run from me… i promised i'd be gentle, didn't i?" you peer at him through your lashes, turn his arm to kiss his fingers and down his palm…

cove nods, his mouth dry. "yes.. you did."

he feels like you're sucking the breath from his lungs without even kissing him. your lips trailing down his wrist and you repeat the action on his left arm, kissing up the pale, raised path of his scar and to the back of his hand, kissing his ring.

he shakes, biting his bottom lip.

your hand trails down his side, your palm hot against his skin, you snatch off his underwear with a loud rip, throwing the ruined fabric to the side.

cove yelps, trying to close his legs. "y/n!"

you push his legs apart, tugging him so he's laying on his back. "you look divine, my love. i can't resist..." you kiss his inner thigh, getting close to his growing erection before switching to the other thigh. you make eye contact when you part your lips, biting him gently enough to leave a mark but not bleed.

cove moans, covering his face, mumbling something inaudible.

your clawed hands wraps around his wrists, "don't hide your sounds or face from me. i don't want to tie you up." you grin wolfishly, only partially joking.

cove nods and squeaks out his agreement, feeling his temperature rise when you sink back down but not before taking a vial of oil, spreading it over your fingers. "just relax for me.." you purr, slowly sinking in one finger.

he blinks, feeling a bit hazy... right, you mentioned something about pheromones. this must be it, since he feels himself relax and his racing heart evens out.

cove loses himself in your voice, your praises and pet names barely reaching him.

cove whimpers when you add another finger, pushing back on the digits. “good boy,” you purr. “you look so lovely..” your fingers curl against his walls, oil getting on the sheets from how careless you were with it but the mess just adds excitement.

“you’re going to look so pretty on my dick. i almost can’t wait for it..” you pet cove’s cheek, getting close to steal a kiss from his loose lips, pretty moans like a symphony. “it’d be a shame to break you though when we have a whole lifetime to spend together..”

you close the gap, cove mindlessly following your lips and you kiss him so gently it makes his head spin. your lips swallow up his moan when you add another digit, slowly stretching him open.

he breaks the kiss, panting and whines loudly.

your lips fall to his throat, pushing back his hair to place wet kisses along tan skin, stopping to suck a hickey where you feel his pulse under your lips, leaving a deep mark that will take days to heal.

he squirms, forcing your fingers against his prostate. “ahh!” cove cries loudly, his walls convulsing around your digits. you grin, happy to see him falling apart from your fingers alone. “is that your spot?"

you curl your fingers again, rewarding you with a loud moan, his back arching off the bed.

"that's it doll, keep fucking yourself on my fingers." you sink down so you're on your stomach, kissing cove's tummy until you're face to face with his weeping cock.

you kiss the tip, taking him into his mouth.

"ah- y/n.." cove squirms, grinding on your fingers, twisting the sheets. you take him further into your mouth, swallowing around his length.

cove groans, his thigh shaking under your hand. he forgets about a special trait of dragons, and that's your long forked tongue…

you tongue wraps around his dick, spit running down his length and balls, adding to the mess between his legs. cove squirms, thrusting up into your mouth, his fingers finding their way into your hair.

you scissor your fingers and suck at the same time, cove yelling out loud curses and moans. his fingers tighten around your strands and you groan around his length.

“f-fuck!” cove cries, tears welling up in his eyes and his free leg shaking by your side. he tries not to kick you so instead he lets go of your hair and finds your horn, his fingers wrapped around the base.

the vibration from your muffled noises, your growl making your throat move around his leaky cock pushes him over the edge, his cum filling your mouth. cove whimpers, crying your name and his nails scratch the base of your horn as your tongue moves up and down his length, your lips sucking on his tip.

he pushes against your head, his foot hitting the bed. “that’s- hah- that's enough…”

you release his spent cock, wiping your mouth as you admire your darling husband with his face covered by his arm, chest rising and falling (you mentally remind yourself to pay special attention to his pierced tits), and his cock still twitching leaking on his tummy.

cove peaks at you, his bangs sticking to his forehead. “are.. are you gonna put it in?”

your jaw tightens and you feel your dick twitch against your thigh, eager to make those tears caught on his long lashes fall.

you nod, and you resign to a scolding from your tailor later about all the ripped clothes as you throw your underwear to the pile. cove’s eyes roam down your body, his shaky gaze settling on your cock.

he mentally curses, squirming. would.. would you even fit? and what about the eggs? fuck. he feels in over his head.

almost like you’ve read his mind (as if his worry wasn’t obvious), you reassure him. “don’t worry, beloved. you’ll be able to take my cock and eggs, i’ve prepared you for this day haven’t i?”

cove swallows, his stomach stirring pleasantly as he thinks back to all the nights you called him to your room or snuck into his and stretched him open with your fingers or tongue until sunrise, then you’d disappear until the afternoon as if you hadn’t pulled him apart just hours ago.

“yeah..” cove mumbles, watching you pour oil over your dick. you’re so thick, prominent ridges along the underside leading up to your tapered tip, and a fat knot at the base. then his eyes trail down to your cunt, your slick running down your thighs..

“i’ll let you fuck me once we’re done.”

cove snaps out of his trance, meeting your knowing eyes with his own wide saucers. “w-what?!” you lean over him, your wings casting a shadow over you both. “i’ve never had sex with a human, it’ll be interesting.. especially if you’re full of my eggs.”

cove moans, pinching his lips together to muffle the sudden sound.

“ah, so you like that idea! how sweet..” you cheer, almost teasing but he tries not to take it that way. you lack shame, perhaps something caused by living so long, whereas he has much of it, enough shame to be embarrassed by most things out your mouth.

cove didn’t plan to say anything back, but any thought he did have vanishes when you sink inside him, your tip stretching him out and he throws his head back, arching and squirming against the sheets as your dick stretches him open the more you sink into him, the ridges dragging against his walls deliciously.

your tail swings behind you, messing up the bed sheets. you’re panting, trying to give him time to adjust to your size but he’s flushed down to his chest and panting so adorably, his cock still as lively as ever and you can even see a bulge when he sucks in his tummy… you want to ruin him.

cove blinks through his tears, licking his lips.”you.. you can move.” he pants, removing half his face from the pillow.

you lean over him for a kiss, your sweaty chests pressed against each other as he wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. he’s too busy feeling your forked tongue along the inside of his mouth to realize you’re rearing your hips back, drunk off pheromones and consumed by your being.

you slam inside him, your knot pressing against his entrance. cove yells into your mouth, breaking the kiss.

you kiss his temple, “you don’t mind if i’m a little rough.. right?”

you don’t even give him a chance to respond, pushing out all his thoughts with you dick, the ridges of your cock dragging against his walls and he’s melting at how your cock easily reaches those sweet spots inside him.

cove cries, clinging onto the pillows as your cock drags against his walls, cum getting all over his and your stomach when you lean down to suck on his jeweled nipples, scraping the sensitive bud with your teeth and hollowing your cheeks.

he whines, his cock twitching and leaking more cum. fuck it feels so good.. and when you finally pull off his nipple is puffy and flushed, then you switch to the other one to do the same. cove cups the back of your neck, letting you suck on his chest.

‘i wonder if i’ll lactate..’ cove stares at the ceiling with blurry vision, his bouncing feet and your brilliant wings in view. you’re using your body to fold him in half, forcing him to open up and take you.

you pull off his nipple with a pop, nuzzling into his neck and nipping at his skin.

“nngh-” cove throws his head to the side, exposing himself to you and you welcome it. cove’s nails drag down your back, catching on the base of your wings.

you groan, your thrusts faltering and your head drops to his shoulder. he can feel your shaking breath, your fingers tightly holding onto his thighs.

“..again..” you mumble against his shoulder. cove blinks, not hearing what you said. “huh? did that- did it hurt?”

you remove yourself from his shoulder, your eyes sharp and panting. “do it again. touch my wings again..”

cove stares dumbly before he nods, stroking the base of your wings and rewarding him with a lovely moan and you shudder, your wings fluttering and flapping. “fuck..” you curse, fixing your grip so your hands on the back of his knees and cove cries out when you set a faster pace, your tip slamming into his g-spot.

your knot is catching on his hole, the sudden stretch whenever you push into his insides makes his head spin and his cock twitch, but every backwards pull of your hips pulls your knot out and it makes his heart hurt. he wants to be full so bad he could cry.

you’re purring, your rumbling chest reverberating through him. “‘gonna knot.. gonna fill you up…” you babble, licking up cove’s tears he didn’t realize he was shedding.

you stop your bullying on his poor guts to ease your knot into him before it didn’t fit, and cove’s nails drag down your scales to your skin. you kiss cove’s open mouth, scooping up all his moans and cries and babbled words with your tongue.

“so good. good mate..” you soothe when your knot finally pops inside him, his tight ass stretched and filled to the brim with you cock. cove wraps his arms around your neck to kiss you properly, and you’re the one who realizes he’s cumming, his cock shooting out long strips of cum over his tummy.

you growl, the sound shaking against cove’s tongue.

you grind into him, your tip right against his prostate. you babble more soothing words and praises as cove cries and whines, feeling your cum paint his insides.

“so good- just a bit more..” you lick his wet cheeks, holding both his hands as he starts to get louder and squirmer, your dick stretching to accommodate your eggs.

cove’s legs are shaking, and his cock even drools more cum.

to think he started out wishing he never agreed to marry you and move to your foreign kingdom, and here he is falling apart on your dick, cumming from your knot and the stretch of your eggs filling up his insides.

“y/n~” cove drawls, whiny. that was one egg… not bad, it’s not as big as he feared it would be, suppose the whispered gossip from the towns ladies back home about how “a dragon's egg would make a human burst!” isn’t anywhere near the truth.

you shush him, kissing his cheeks. “it’s okay, lovely. just a couple more..”

cove whimpers, your cock stretching against his sensitive walls, this time the second and third egg is easier, filling him up quickly. he pants, his weak arms falling to his side, his fingers twitching and he barely finds the strength to hold onto the pillow when he feels more pressure.

“i-i thought-!” cove cries, looking down at his stomach.

even through his bleary eyes he can see his wide stomach, your eggs and cock making his stomach bulge.

cove cries and curses, his head falling back. that… that’s hotter than it should be.

you pant, massaging cove’s thighs. “last one.. last one i promise…”

the egg stretches past your tip, knocking against the other eggs and cove sighs, happy that it’s finally over. he puts a hand on his stomach… dragon eggs definitely aren’t small, and he’s tired.

although.. he can’t help but be a bit happy.

you pet his hair, kissing his cheek…

“i knew you’d look good full of my eggs.”

#sugar-omi kinktober #sugar omi kinktober #kinktober #olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #cove holden x reader smut #cove holden x mc #our life cove #our life smut

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002yb · 7 months

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OMGGGG can you write a more extensive fic or more hcs of ur recent post:3c it was soooo cute i need more

In relation to this post with Jason's first love being circus boy!Dick.

Bruce having full faith that Jason's sweet little first love story will fizzle out after some time spent apart

A foolish thing to convince himself of, given that phones exist

Bruce doesn't know what he was expecting, but a circus boy having his own phone was not one of them and he has to level with himself on what the assumption says about him l:

Digression aside, Bruce being an exasperated dad because Jason won't put the fucking phone down; he's always smiling at it, too and he needs to know why

The only conclusions he draws involve Dick corrupting his babygirl via dirty texts and requests for salacious pictures.

And there are photos - so many photos - but they're all harmless, ranging from dumb to pretty to thoughtful. It's just Dick sharing his life with Jason and showing how Jason fits in it and Bruce is OTL because this fucking charmer bastard how sweet.

Then things escalate and all at once there are phone and video calls. And Bruce doesn't realize it at first until he's talking with Jason one evening and Dick chimes in and Bruce is D:< because his time with his babygirl has been infringed upon more than usual!? Unforgivable.

Only it is [forgivable] because Dick was helping Jason with an assignment for school. Or talking him through some social struggle he didn't want to come to Bruce with (because Bruce's solutions, while appreciated, are dramatically passionate and sometimes bring about more issues because Bruce has a Jason complex that's so big omg).

(Dick will develop a similar complex; it's how he'll bond with Bruce it's chill).

But yeah, Dick existing in the life of the Wayne household via phone. Bruce doesn't realize he's come to enjoy Dick's company until one day Jason isn't on the phone with Dick and Bruce asks after him and is disappointed when Jason says Dick is busy

And then Bruce catches himself and gets petulant, only Alfred totally caught him and, 'smugness is unbecoming, Alfred )<' while he leaves the room and promptly OTL because damn it.

In addition:

Years into their friendship/relationship, Jason works with Dick's parents to visit during Dick's birthday

Which gives Jason all sorts of butterflies, only not for the expected reasons. Like, yeah. He's excited to see Dick. More wonderful though? Dick's parents acknowledging him.

Which arguably they did a while ago, but to be invited by them personally to something is so important to him

And Bruce is sitting there, wondering if Jason is genuinely awestruck or dropping heavy-handed hints for Bruce to invite Dick to their home for Jason's birthday and Bruce straight up plays dumb about it

Also:

Dick visiting Jason during some downtime. A brief stint because he still has to train and work on new routines, but a solid week with spent visiting Jason and spending time with the family

Bruce stalking the halls in anticipation of catching Dick sneaking into Jason's room.

Alfred catches Bruce in the act and points out how the boys are staying in one of the lounges

To which Bruce sprints off down the staircase and crashes the sleepover and Jason is so indignant and embarrassed although Dick laughs and welcomes Bruce like it's nothing

Bruce being charmed left and right because Dick and him click somehow, some way. Alfred throwing out a choice comment about how daughters find loves like their fathers and Bruce is ;A; suddenly seeing all the ways Dick is like him ahahahaha

Also, typical coming-of-age story dramas:

Jason, distraught because Dick gets a girlfriend and she's actually wonderful fuuuuuuuuuck

Bruce, internally very smug, outwardly cooing at his babygirl because it's okay Bruce has got him it's okay jay bb

And like, let it be a legit relationship. It doesn't last, but post-breakup Jason drops everything to fly wherever and surprise his bestie

And Bruce is pissed because he isn't raising a rebound ):<

Which Jason flusters because that's not what this is about stop embarrassing him omg

#dickjay #jaydick #circus au #jason todd is bruce's babygirl

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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Teach me •°. *࿐

➥ pairing: Lee Minho x fem!reader

➥ genre: fluff, smut. MDNI

➥ synopsis: your parents want to meet Minho, however they speak English. You decide to teach minho to lessen his anxieties when one thing leads to another

➥ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral [f received], clit play, explicit language pet names [babe, kitten, love], anxiety, grinding, rutting, nipple play

➥ words: 1.8k

➥ requested by: @scoupsbae tysm for the request and for waiting! let me know your thoughts and opinions!

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"Babe, I don't know about this." Minho chews his bottom lip nervously.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll be fine, I promise you." You sat next to Minho on the sofa. The TV playing in the background. Minho was watching a cooking show to get new ideas whilst you were speaking to your parents.

You and Minho are a fresh couple, having only been together for 4 months, however, it felt longer with the way you both instantly connected. Your parents are eager to meet Minho, the only problem being that they speak English.

"You know I'm not super confident in speaking English, love. What if I fuck up or say something wrong without meaning to?"

"They understand, lino. My parents are down to earth people. They understand that English isn't your first language so of course there's going to be bumps along the way." You placed a hand on Minho's thigh, stroking it gently to reassure him.

"(Y/N) I don't know. Just, let me think about it, okay?" You furrowed your brows together.

"What is there to think about? I told you, you'll be okay. Trust me." Minho let out a frustrated sigh, turning the tv off before standing up off the sofa.

"It's not about trusting you, it's about my abilities. I'm not confident enough to speak English openly."

"You do with Chan and Felix."

"That's because they understand English well enough, especially Felix seeing as it's his mother tongue." You sighed softly feeling Minho's frustrations as well as his anxiety

"I'll be there with you, lino. Every step of the way. As I said, my family are understanding people so you have nothing to worry about."

"You don't understand. I wouldn't expect you to understand." Minho mumbled. You ignored him, refusing to make a remark as you saw that he was frustrated. "I'm going to take a walk, clear my head."

You nodded and hummed as Minho left the building. You sighed softly, leaning back against the sofa. You understand Minho's frustration. It's not easy speaking a language you're not so used to.

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An hour later, Minho came home from his walk. You learnt that when Minho gets like this, it's best to leave him be – he will come back regardless. Hanging his coat up and placing his shoes neatly next to yours, he walked to the living area, expecting you to be there.

"(Y/N)?!" He called out.

"I'm in the office." Minho walked to the office, opening the door slowly. You was sat on the floor, arts and crafts scattered around you

"Hey baby." Minho whispered, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt guilty for projecting his frustrations onto you. He knew you were only trying to help him.

"Hey love. Nice walk?" You looked up at him, your eyes following him as he sat beside you.

"Uh, yeah. Look, I'm sorry about that. I know you were only trying to help me. I'm just worried and anxious. I want to make a good first impression for your family, so I feel pressured." You placed a reassuring hand on Minho, smiling lovingly at him

"It's okay baby. I understand." Minho nodded before looking around the room

"What are you doing?"

"Making flashcards."

"Why?"

"Well, to help you learn English of course! I thought, why don't I teach you English. We go see my family in a few days so we have some time. I thought I could teach you a few of the basics."

"Okay, that sounds like fun, kitten!"

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"(Y/N)! this isn't working. I don't remember anything plus it's too complicated." Minho groaned, kicking his head back as he ran his fingers through his silky hair. "There's too many meanings for the same words!"

"You're doing great, baby! It doesn't have to be perfect!"

"But I want it to be perfect! You mean so much to me that I want to make a good first impression to your parents." Minho's bottom lip quivered, tears filling his honey eyes making them glossy. You cooed softly, placing down the flashcard by your side.

You crawled over to Minho, straddling his lap. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"My sweet sweet baby. Don't cry. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. My parents will love you regardless of your English skills. You know why?" Minho shook his head no "because they will see how much you love and adore me

You wrapped your arms around Minho's neck as he held onto your hips gently. "You'll be fine, baby." You whispered before kissing him gently. The kiss was slow and passionate, lips moving in perfect harmony with each other. Minho stroked your waist gently, a soft hum ripped from his chest to the back of his throat.

Minho deepened the kiss, his tongue licking your lower lip wanting permission. You gladly granted it by parting your lips. His tongue snaked its way inside your mouth, meeting your own tongue.

The wet muscles battled for dominance, a soft whine escaped your lips in which Minho swallowed it up. Saliva pooled at the corner of your lips, fingers tangled in Minho's silky hair as your body slowly started to heat up, lust pooling at your core.

"Maybe we need a different teaching method." Minho whispered against your lips, smirking slightly.

"Oh really? Like what?" You asked breathlessly.

"Stimulation." Minho pulled your hips towards him so you were sitting on his hard cock. You hummed softly, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Minho grunted at the friction, his grip tightening on your hips.

You stripped yourself of your t-shirt, Minho skilfully unclasping your bra from behind, letting it fall down your arms and onto the floor. Minho hummed and licked his lips at the sight of your exposed breasts

"Beautiful." He mumbled before leaning in, capturing your hardened nipple in his mouth. You groaned softly, his tongue flat against your bud as he licked. He sucked and kissed your sensitive nipple, occasionally capturing it between his teeth.

You groaned softly, pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach. You moved your hips fast, grinding down harder on Minho. He groaned against your breasts, squeezing your hips roughly in his hands.

Gently placing you down on the floor, he knelt between your legs, lifting his t-shirt up and over his head. You hummed at the sight of his toned body, squealing softly as he stripped you of the rest of your clothing before doing the same to himself.

He hooked your legs over his arms, bringing your cunt closer to his face. He hummed in contentment, licking his lips as he saw your slick coating your pussy.

"You're so wet and it's all for me?' He spoke, this time, in English. You lifted yourself up, resting your weight on your forearms as you looked down at him

"Always baby." You purred. His tongue licked your entrance, collecting your essence on his tongue before licking a long, wet strip up to your clit. He circled his tongue around the sensitive bud, alternating between clockwise and anticlockwise. You kicked your head back, groaning softly at the feeling.

"L-Lino." Your thighs shaking, daring to close around Minho's head. His tongue went back to your entrance whilst his thumb pressed against your clit firmly as he rubbed fast circles

You bucked your hips against his face, ultimately riding it. Your slick coating his chin as he lapped at your essence. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at the roots as soft moans left your lips, eyes closing slowly.

"I love the way you taste, babe. So sweet and delicious." You whimpered, Minho's words ringing in your ears.

"I don't think you need any practice, lino." Minho looked up at you through his lashes, mouth preoccupied with your cunt. "You're really good at English! Why do you think you need practice??"

Minho pulled away before leaning over you. You rested your head back on the floor as Minho rested on his forearms beside your head. Your slick coated his lips and chin, a devilish look in his eyes.

"To freshen up. As I said, I want to make a good impression on your parents, kitten. I think this is a perfect opportunity to learn, don't you?" He smirked, reaching down between your body's to grab his hard cock. He stroked himself a couple times, groaning at the pleasure before pushing his tip inside your entrance.

"And this is a way of you learning and remembering?" Minho nodded, the smirk still plastered across his face "How?"

"Because, kitten–" Minho paused as he pushed his length deep inside, bottoming out. You groaned at the feeling of fullness, hands reaching up to grip Minho's biceps "Every time I speak English, I will always remember this scene. it'll spur me on even more."

You swallowed at his words. You know Minho understood English and could speak it, even though it was broken at times, but you didn't think he was this good. The way he was acting before, being all frustrated and anxiety ridden, made you believe he had little to no knowledge about English.

Minho thrusted fast and powerful in you, your cunt clenching and welcoming him. Your walls felt warm and wet around Minho's cock. The sides of his cock stroking your walls with each thrust. You opened your legs wider, planting your feet firmly on the floor as you bent your legs at the knees.

Your body tingled with pleasure. You felt it coursing through your veins and into your bloodstream. Minho's cock was hitting the deepest parts of you, making you feel dizzy with lust. Your body jolted with each smack of Minho's hips, a look of satisfaction plastered on his face as he looked down at you.

"Such a cute, little kitten. Behaving so well for me." He cooed. You replied with nothing but a loud moan, gripping his biceps. You felt them tensing beneath your fingers. Minho's lips found the skin of your neck, sucking harshly to create deep purple marks. The taste of salt faint on his lips due to your body coating in a thin layer of sweat.

"S-So good. You feel so good inside me, lino." You whimpered in Korean. Minho smirked against your neck before lifting himself up onto his knees.

You maintained eye contact on his as he ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it back to expose his forehead. He grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them against your chest as your lower half raised up off the floor slightly.

The new position allowed Minho to drive his cock deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot at full force. You withered beneath him, hands flailing around to grip onto something. You pressed your lips in a thin line as Minho shook his head slowly as he tuts, smirking.

"Nuh-uh babe. English only, remember? it's important that I practise."

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Rumour Has It

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Maybe Summer Doesn’t Have To End

Summary: The aftermath of being papped and seeing what the fans are saying.

Warnings: smoking, body issues

A/N Kept this shorter as didn’t want to take away from the moment

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Ever since the girls flew home you had hardly been on social media, in fact you only really used your phone to check in with Rena and take pictures. You want to live in the moment making memories rather than hide behind the screen. It had been a nice break seeing as your phone was normally glued to your hand. You had posted a couple of photos of the scenery but that was it.

Seeing Rena’s face pop up on the screen made you panic, she always texted but never called. Accepting the incoming facetime you propped your phone up on the dresser smiling at her as you grabbed your makeup bag.

“Hey.” you smiled.

“How are you so calm?” she asked, eyes wide at your chilled out state.

“I feel like you had part of this conversation without me.” you laughed, raising your brow at her. “You are going to have to elaborate for me sis.”

Her expression changed from shocked to excited to confused in a matter of seconds.

“Okay,” she breathed, running her hand over her face before she grabbed her ipad, spinning it around so you could see the screen. Squinting at your phone you still couldn’t see what she was showing you. “You are all over instagram and TikTok.”

Her statement caused you to freeze. You had so many questions, you hadn’t posted anything about you and Charles on any of your social media platforms.

Rena could see the confusion radiating off you causing her to smirk. “Someone has put your scenery pics together with Charles’ and the whole fanbase has gone into detective mode.” she laughed, throwing her ipad onto the bed. “Then last night someone spotted you and Charles together, when you were on the beach and the internet has blown up. A lot of the titles are rumours.”

Taking a breath you took a moment to process the information you had been given. You never really thought about that side of having a fling with Charles, even though it was bound to happen eventually.

Your head started to spin as Rena kept saying all the headlines and comments she had found. Dropping your makeup brush on the counter you spotted a crumpled cigarette packet sticking out of your makeup bag, reaching for the cardboard you flipped the lid up finding one cigarette laying in the carton, albeit a little crushed. Silently you picked your phone up along with the cigarette, completely zoned out on what your older sister was telling you as you fumbled around looking for a lighter, it didn’t take long for you to find one and quickly slip out onto the balcony.

“What am I going to do Rena?” You sighed, lighting the cigarette taking a long drag. “I got a call yesterday morning from Ferrari for a phone interview whilst we were at his mums.” Taking another drag of the cig you exhaled watching the smoke dance in the light breeze. “Char doesn’t know I applied for the job let alone got a phone interview. What if he thinks I’m just using him to get the position?”

“You need to speak to him.” She hummed, trying to calm you down.

“I can’t Re, especially if I don’t get the job then I’m getting both of our hopes up.” You whispered, taking another drag of the smoke. The tears that you tried to hold back spilled over your lash line, rolling down your cheeks. “I’m not cut out for this, I’m just a normal girl from the UK.”

That’s when you made the fatal mistake of swiping up on your screen causing Rena’s face to shrink to the top corner of the page. You instantly went onto Instagram seeing your followers had shot up. Ignoring the number you went onto your notifications scanning through some of the comments on your older photos.

Who is she?

Where did she come from?

You aren’t good enough for Charles.

It’s weird seeing him with someone that isn’t a model.

More tears rolled down your cheeks as you swapped onto Charles’ page, reading the same sort of comments along with plenty of nice comments.

You needed to see the photo that had been circulating the internet so you swapped onto google and searched Charles name and soon enough a picture of the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms appeared on your screen. You couldn’t see your face that well in the picture but what you could see was exactly how Charles looked at you, which settled your racing heart a little.

“You’re reading the comments aren’t you?” Rena sighed, running her hand over her face. “Look you just gotta try your best to ignore them okay.”

“Easier said than done,” you sniffled, clicking on your sister's face making it go full screen again. “It just brings back memories of him. You know how bad he tore me down, especially about how I looked.”

“But he was a complete jackass, Charles isn’t like him. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Rena said softly. “You know I don’t believe in soul mates but when I look at you and Charles that all changes. You two are meant to be together.”

Letting out a heavy breath you hummed. “Yeah but we only have a week left together.”

“Who says you only have a week? Yes I know you two were having a bit of fun over his summer break but it’s evolved from that now.” Rena smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “If it’s meant to be, which I think this is the real deal, then you two will make it work once the season kicks off again.”

Before you could speak you heard the sliding door open signalling that Charles was coming out. Glancing over your shoulder you saw he was holding two mugs in his hand.

“I will leave you two to talk.” Rena said softly. “Things will be okay, promise.”

Charles placed the mugs on the table before wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “You’ve been crying.” He whispered, squeezing you tight before moving to crouch in front of you. “Talk to me.”

“I wasn’t built for this life, Char.” You whispered, tears once again threatening to fall. “We got papped yesterday and your fans have figured out something is going on.” You breathed, playing with Charles’ fingers. “Some of the comments.” You said trailing off. “What are people going to say when I fly home at the end of the week?”

You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore as you started to sob as your insecurities took hold. Charles instantly pulled you against his chest, running his hand up and down you back trying to soothe you.

“People are going to think I used you for fame or to better my life. I applied for a job before we came away, don’t know if I will get it but I don’t want you to think I used you to get it.” You sobbed, clutching the material of his hoodie.

“S'il te plait ne pleure pas mon ange. Please don't cry, angel.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” His voice was quiet as he spoke, the sound of your sobs tugging at his heart.

The soft sound of his voice was like a comfort blanket as he quietly sang something in French. You knew what he was doing, he was trying to distract you from the world of social media and it was working. Once he was happy that your crying had stopped he pulled away allowing him to see your face, his fingers gently wiping away your tears.

“What’s the job you applied for?” He hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I don’t want to say in case I don’t get it.” You said quietly, your voice still shaky as you spoke. “But it’s always been my dream to work with this company.”

“You need to have faith in yourself,” Charles grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You will get it, I know you will.”

A comfortable silence washed over the pair of you as Charles moved you onto the outdoor sofa, before moving the coffees and climbing behind you so you were now sitting in between his legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, holding the mug in your hands. You felt extremely vulnerable right now and slightly embarrassed that you let yourself get into a state. “For getting myself worked up.”

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Charles whispered, pressing another kiss to the back of your head. “I know how hard it can be to not let the comments get to you.” He hummed, pausing to try and find the right words. “People are just jealous of what you have, jealous of your beauty.”

His words brought more tears to your eyes, your heart fluttered as he spoke. For years you spent being degraded and beaten down so this was a foreign feeling.

“Je n'ai jamais rencontré quelqu'un de plus beau.” He breathed against your ear, his lips brushing against your skin causing you to shiver. “I have never met anyone more beautiful,” he repeated, running his fingers down your arm. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You nodded, finding a smile creeping on your face. “It’s crazy I’ve never felt like this with anyone, especially not this quickly.”

“I want to put a post on Instagram.” He breathed, his fingers still dancing across your skin. “With your permission of course. I know this was meant to be a fling but maybe it doesn’t have to be, maybe we can make it work.”

Taking a deep breath you nodded. “Do the post.”

Charles pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening up the camera and hit record.

“I’ve seen the comments regarding the recent pictures that have emerged about me and a special lady in my life. Some of them are disgusting. You need to remember people have feelings too, your words can affect them in ways you wouldn’t know.” He said, adjusting the grip on his phone. “Faites de meilleures personnes, soyez gentil et réfléchissez avant de parler. Do better people, be kind and think before you speak.”

Glancing over your shoulder you saw him snap a selfie with a huge grin on his face before lowering his phone, tapping away at the screen and moments later your phone buzzed signalling the notification of him posting. Instantly you felt your cheeks heat up as you never told him you have notifications turned on for when he posted.

“You are so fucking cute.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

Picking your phone up you went onto his page to see what he had posted. The image of his smiling face appeared on your screen. Hitting the translate button on the caption your heart skipped a beat.

Elle me rend si heureux

She makes me this happy

“Char,” you breathed, spinning around so you were facing him, resting your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Neither do I darling,” he breathed, leaning forward resting his forehead against yours. “But maybe it doesn’t have to end, let’s not stress about the future right now I just want to focus on this moment.

Without saying a word you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that pretty much stopped your heart, sending shocks of electricity through your skin.

The comments and the fear of being papped are a distant memory.

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dangerouslyknown · 2 years

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Scenario: How the Admirals realized they are in love with you + Confession

Borsalino / Kizaru

You weren´t quite friends with him, but:

You´ve had this habit of eating lunch together every day. You sit, eat, chat and it has become the highlight of the day for both of you. This has been going on for some years. By the same table there usually sits other Marines too, like Sakazuki, Garp, Kuzan and Sengoku but you always sat face to face with Borsalino.

One day however, he couldn´t make it to be there for the lunch break because he had an important mission elsewhere.

It doesn´t seem like a big deal to miss it once, but this actually made him realize how much he enjoyed spending time with you.

He hasn´t thought about it that much, but he has been having a crush on you for a while now...

As his mind went trough all these thoughts, the realization hit him even harder. He was falling for you. It wasn´t a small crush anymore...

Now that he has realized he loves you he really wants to let you know that. He will try his best to be back from the mission as soon as possible, preferably on the same day.

You will hear a knock on your door and he is standing there, apologizing and inviting you to eat dinner with him because he skipped lunch. He looked almost serious!

He had a paper bag and there was two instant noodle cups, one for each of you. He had them already ready so you can quickly grab them and eat.

As you two sat down to eat, he didn´t chat like he usually would. He just stared at you while you slurped your noodles.

Suddenly he smiles widely, squinting his eyes and his dragged, pleasant tone pronounces:

"Today I realized that I am in love with you"

Sakazuki / Akainu

You have been friends with him for a long time and you care for each other deeply, even if he isn´t the most affectionate type. (Well let´s be honest, he hardly shows any affection, but he has his ways)

You could even say that you two were `best friends` and you regularly visited the Marine HQ´s to see him (Or if you are a Marine yourself, you took some time off to visit him throughout the day)

At first he was super annoyed that you bothered him when he was working, but overtime he learned to appreciate your company. Sometimes you didn´t even say anything, you just chilled there with him.

One day when was working overtime... He was extremely stressed with work, because it has been a rough week. You were with him earlier that day, but of course you couldn´t hangout with him all day. You had responsibilities too.

You knew that he was working overtime today, so you decided to make a surprise visit to him.

You slid the door open and he looked at you with a very surprised look on his face. He wasn´t expecting anyone to come to his room without knocking and when it was this late.

You entered and placed something on his desk. You brought him a lunchbox with sandwhiches and a brand new cigar packet. His eyes widened and he looked at you.

That was when he realized how precious you are to him. His face might not look like it but his heart is literally squeezing in happiness. He is falling for you...

He doesn´t reveal his feelings right away. He just thanks you and gives you a slight smile (And seeing him smile is VERY RARE!)

He takes his time to process his feelings and much later, probably talking about months later, he decided to reveal his feelings for you. He had bought some flowers and he wrote a card.

One day he was waiting for you to visit him like you usually do, but for your surprise, when you entered, he stood up and handed you the flowers. You looked at the flowers, and noticed the card. The text on the card reads:

"I might be in love with you..." (with hearts drawn around the text)

Kuzan / Aokiji

You and him probably are not the closest with each other. It´s not that he doesn´t like you, you two just never got the chance to befriend each other better, if ya get what I mean.

He is probably physically attracted to you from the moment he first saw you and he has been asking you on a date multiple times, but that´s pretty much it.

You didn´t go on a date with him so he basically gave up the idea.

However, as time passed, something brought you closer to each other. You started to see each other more and spend more time together... It all just kind of happened.

You got to know him better and he got to know you better. You had endless conservations with each other while he was skiving off his work.

A certain incident happened however. Sakazuki became the Fleet Admiral and Kuzan left the navy. You didn´t see each other that much anymore...

When you were seperated, it made him feel insurmountable sadness because he missed you. Then he realized that he had a deeper emotional connection with you. His physichal attraction had evolved to romantic attraction. He loved you. He wanted to see you. He wanted to spend time with you.

He sailed over many seas, having this empty feeling in his heart until he finally couldn´t bare it anymore.

He searched for you. He wanted to see you at least one more time and one night you were sitting by the sea, watching the stars. You notice something in the horizon. It is someone riding a bicycle.. on water? As the figure came closer, you realized who it was.

He reached you and your reunition was beautiful. He hugged you tight and whispered in your ear:

"I never want to be seperated from you again. I love you"

Issho / Fujitora

You were friends. Usually, at least once a week, you sat down with him somewhere to talk.

Your topics were always random, but every time there was one thing he asked. He asked you to describe something beautiful you have seen to him. He enjoyed listening your describions.

You continued to meet with him weekly for months, then years. The meetings became more frequent too. Over time, his feelings for you grew...

He really enjoyed spending time with you and it seemed like you would never run out of topics to discuss or things to describe to him.

One beautiful evening, you were sitting somewhere outside. Once again, he asked you to describe something beautiful you have seen recently. You started to describe him how the sun setting right now was beautiful. You tried your best to describe the colors, but it was difficult.

He smiled as he listened to you and then he hit you with a question which you did not expect. He asked you to describe your face.

As you started to describe yourself, trying to remember how you looked because for some reason your mind went blank and you had a hard time remembering the sight you saw in the mirror.

His smile grew wider every moment and he finally cups your face and says:

"I wish I wouldn´t have blinded myself. I want to see the person I am so deeply in love with..."

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Hello I've been seeing your blog and I think they're really great!!! Also can I request headcannons about mayoi and arashi having a soulmate who isn't that much showy when it comes to affection and stuff because they're too shy to show them or tell them how much they love them? If it's okay though.. Also take care of yourself and have a great day!!!! <3

Thank you so much for reading my works and enjoying them ☺️ This is a pretty late answer but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

gn reader

tw brief mention of Mayoi having self-doubts

Arashi with an s/o that isn´t very showy with their affection due to being shy

Arashi is a very affectionate person herself but she honestly finds your shyness very cute! She most definitely cooed the first time you nervously admitted just how much you like her because it´s a very rare thing for you to do so freely and it´s a precious memory that will always stay in her mind

To her, there´s just no person in the world that is more adorable than her s/o!

Of course she would enjoy it a lot if you were a bit more open about your affection ( because she would just looove to cuddle with you, hold your hand in public and kiss you on your cheek as a greeting) but she also understands that everyone has different boundaries and she would never push you to say or do anything that you feel uncomfortable with

But even though you usually don´t offer up grand displays of affection or anything like that, Arashi knows that you really do love her a lot, just from all the simple little things you do for her and with how you fuss over her whenever she has been working a bit too much again or when she tries to do everything on her own

It´s very heartwarming for her to have someone that cares so much about her and her well-being and it honestly almost makes her tear up from time to time

Arashi would be very ecstatic if you gave her permission to be as affectionate with you as she wants though! She wants nothing more than to spoil you and make up for all that you´ve done for her!

Mayoi with an s/o that isn´t very showy with their affection due to being shy

Oh, so you´re just the same! Mayoi usually also is very shy when it comes to showing his love and appreciation for you so he would instinctively be able to understand you and your own hesitation in that regard

He´s always a bit nervous whenever you´re around, simply because his heart is doing summersaults as soon as he sees you walking towards him. There´s this brimming happiness inside him that he just can´t quell ( not that he wants to anyway)

Due to his self-doubts, Mayoi might sometimes jump to conclusions and think that you not wanting to hold his hand might mean that you don´t like him as much as he does you even though he knows better than that, but as soon as he looks into your beautiful eyes and sees the fond glimmer to them, his worries are easily put to rest

Mayoi just feels so safe and comfortable around you, something he rarely does, so he doesn´t think your relationship needs to be all flashy and full of passionate declarations of love for you both to know that you love and care deeply for each other

If you do initiate physical contact though, Mayoi would probably become very flustered, heat rushing to his cheeks but a happy smile spreading across his face

Very shyly, and with both of you probably not meeting each other´s eyes due to your embarrassment, he takes your hand and marvels at how nice they fit together

It´s a very soft moment, and one Mayoi definitely could get used to, he thinks

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #arashi narukami x reader #mayoi ayase x reader #ensemble stars self aware au #enstars #arashi narukami #mayoi ayase #enstars mayoi #enstars arashi #knights #alkaloid #arashi x reader #mayoi x reader #gn reader

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Legacy of a Hufflepuff - Three: Honesty (Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader)

Summary: Fig warned you about telling others about your ability, but could you keep lying to the Slytherin boy?

Genre: fluff

Wordcount: 1350

Warnings: English isn´t my first language

This is a part of a series of one shots. I would recommend to read all of them but it can be read by itself, too.

Surprisingly, when the two of you had returned from Hogsmeade Sebastian let you off the hook. He even walked you back to your common room because that was how much of a gentleman he truly was. His words, not yours.

You were glad when he gave you time to gather your thoughts before telling him about everything, but you promised that you would meet up with him tomorrow.

The morning arrived faster than anticipated. You didn´t get much sleep but at least you didn’t have to worry about classes.

Both of you decided that you needed a little bit of privacy, so you wanted to meet at the boathouse. According to Sebastian, there wouldn’t be any students around in the morning and you trusted him with this assessment.

To your surprise, you didn’t arrive first, even though you arrived early.

You slowly approached him. He was sitting down, his legs dangling. Not quite reaching the water but dangerously close.

“Hey” you greeted awkwardly. The male turned slightly, so he would be able to see you.

“Hey, come sit with me” he petted the space beside him and without any hesitation you sat down, letting your legs dangle as well. You thought you had been nervous before but right now your heart wanted to beat out of your chest.

You only hoped it wouldn’t be a mistake to trust him. Truth be told, you felt torn about this. On one hand, you couldn’t help but fear that you were involving Sebastian into something he shouldn’t take any part in but on the other hand, you wanted to be selfish and have someone to talk to, someone to discuss everything that was on your mind.

You haven’t seen Professor Fig ever since your first day at school at which he gave you the warning to not talk about what happened, which was exactly what you were about to do.

You appreciated Professor Fig but it felt a little lonely to carry this secret on your own, so was it really that bad to share it with someone?

“Do you want to start explaining or do you want me to start asking questions because I have a tone of those, I will let you know” Sebastian was the first to speak again. He didn’t look the least bit concerned.

That calmed you down.

“It´s a long story” you warned, a humorless chuckle spilling out of your mouth.

“I´ve got time” he assured.

And that’s how you took a deep breath and started to tell him everything.

You started from the beginning. The day you had gotten your Hogwarts letter and how you and your parents were concerned. You told him about Fig mentoring you and then about the day you were supposed to come to Hogwarts. You mentioned how you were accompanied by a member of the ministry who had a mysterious object with him which glowed – something only you were capable to see.

You explained how you were able to open the object and how the dragon attacked a moment later. Then you told him about the port-key, the ruins it took you to, Gringotts, the mysterious vault, the knights, the first time you could actually catalyze ancient magic and the arrival of Ranrok and his followers.

You didn’t know for how long you talked, all you knew was that your throat felt sore and your emotions rare when you finally finished your tale. Sebastian didn’t interrupt you once, only making affirming noises or nodding from time to time to show that you had his attention.

You were thankful for that.

“So, what do you think?” You ended your story with a question of your own. Admittedly, you couldn’t think of anything else to say after reliving all these horrible things that happened to you.

“I think I was right from the start. There is more to you than your humble Hufflepuff exterior” he joked, obviously trying to keep the mood light, “and this explains how you were able to beat me. I knew it wasn’t your first duel” his voice sounded almost exciting, making you laugh.

You didn’t notice it at that moment but upon hearing that noise his eyes shifted to your face, taking in the way you relaxed with delight. He thought you didn’t even notice but you were so tense while telling your story. The way your hands started to shake at a certain point and how your eyes seemed to look into the ocean as if you could see the horrors, you had met that day right in front of you. It almost made him worry.

It was a strong reaction, considering that you were only retelling but he understood. While his past definitely couldn’t keep up with yours in regard to adventure – he himself had to go through some traumatic experiences that to this day pulled at his heartstrings whenever he thought about them.

He hadn’t told you any of that yet – but just by looking at you right now, he felt like he could maybe trust someone else for once.

You might even be able to help him.

But before he would determine that, he had wanted to calm you and going by the small smile that played on your lips, he just achieved that.

When your eyes met, he smiled back, making you look down to your hands again. You might have shied away like always, but he could still tell that you seemed at little more at ease.

“Yeah, I lied about that. I also can´t deny that I was still a bit messed up after what happened that day before”

“Are you trying to tell me you won because of trauma?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Nothing is more motivational than thinking you are going to die” you replied quickly.

“I can’t argue with that.” He grinned, “this all is kind of crazy though, isn´t it? Do you know anything else about ancient magic and its… uses.”

You thought for a second before shaking your head. Upon seeing how his shoulders slightly slumped, you could tell that there was more behind that question than he was letting on but you didn’t ask.

“It´s all really new to me. Miriam, Professor Fig´s wife, actually tried to find out more but she died and even he doesn’t know how far she came with her research” you told him honestly.

“So there must be more to this. You said that ancient magic is a powerful form of magic, right? Who knows what you might be capable of when you put your mind to it” Sebastian´s voice held a determination that made it seem that he was already fully invested in whatever was going on with you. It was kind of reassuring but at the same time strange.

You didn’t exactly have any expectations for this conversation – you just hoped he wouldn’t kick you out of his life for being a freak, really – but his fast fascination with ancient magic felt suspicious.

Maybe you were just overly paranoid after everything, and it was just his thirst for knowledge. Sebastian read a lot and was interested in everything that had to do with magic, so it wasn’t that farfetched that he just wanted to learn more to satisfy his own curiosity.

“And just so you know, I won’t tell anyone. This is going to be our little secret” he put a finger to his lips to emphasize his words before he winked at you. It made you blush, forcing you to look away before he could catch your embarrassed expression.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good” you stuttered out a reply, your hand gripping at your ropes a little tighter than before.

That’s good? Why were you always so awkward?

This moment felt oddly intimate, leaving you flustered, and Sebastian amused as he could tell what his words did to you, even without having a good look on your face. You were so easy to throw off, it was impossible for him to not tease you from time to time.

He started to really like having you around.

#sebastian sallow x reader #harry potter hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy #hufflepuff #hufflepuff reader #Sebastian Sallow

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wolverina2002 · 7 months

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Colors

It starts almost by accident. Well, the action that starts it isn´t, Fives is making eye contact from the moment he sticks two fingers into the pot of paint all the way until he´s finished dragging a messy line of blue down Crosshair´s vembrace. He doesn´t say anything. Just stares, as if daring Crosshair to protest. He doesn´t. He keeps the paint.

But it´s an accident that he gets caught in a playfull scuffle between Longshot and Wooley, leaving messy, orange stripes and spots over his greaves.

"Sorry", Wooley yelps, not really sounding like he means it.

Then he throws himself back into the scuffle, leaving Crosshair to stare at the irregular pattern of orange speckeling all the way up to his knees.

"What´s up with the paint thing?", he finally asks an entire month later, watching Caterpillar trace a yellow skull onto his left rerebrace.

"You´re ours", Fives states, as if that explains everything.

It probably does, for him. For Crosshair, it explains nothing. His armor isn´t even the same as theirs, stolen and bought together, battered scrap looted from battlefields, paint long scraped off if it ever existed. It´s not a cohesive set like the others are wearing, old and well worn, comfortable. Painted so often that it might be impossible to scrape off.

"You´re ours", Wooley agrees, when Crosshair tries to protest him refreshing the sloppy pattern on his greaves.

What that means, Crosshair doesn´t know anymore than he understands the importance of paint. He went with them, when Fives and Wooley blew the laboratory three ways to hell and broke out everyone that wanted to come. He stayed, on a stolen light cruiser, because he has nowhere else to go. Does that make him one of them?

"What does that mean?", he asks Glitch as the kid touches up his own paint. "To be yours?"

Glitch hums and tips the handle of the paintbrush against his chin, heedless of the purple paint dripping onto his plackart.

"It means you´re vod. We´re there for you. Always."

Crosshair stares down at the purple spiral, still drying on his other rerembrace. He remembers a similar promise, shattered into pieces that still stab between his ribs. He can´t make himself believe it.

"I got you this", Sev grumbles and smacks a pot of paint into Crosshair´s palm.

Over the weeks, Crosshair´s armor has aquired a rainbow of colors. Some are carefull markings, little geometrically precise things drawn with fingers and brushes. Others are careless, sloppy spatter, flicked playfully at him during painting sessions. He never owned paint of his own. Never felt like he had a claim to a particular color.

The paint Sev got him is CF99-crimson. He thought it´d feel familiar, but it only makes him feel sick.

He throws it across the room. Goes to the refresher to vomit. Takes a long water shower, trying to sluice off the slimy, revolting crawling on his skin. Considers tossing the paint into the recycler.

He ends up keeping it in the very last corner off his foot locker. He isn´t sure if he´ll ever want to wear crimson again, and not because it reminds him of dried blood.

It feels like the color itself betrayed him.

"Can I have that?", he asks, pointing to the pot of black paint.

Blitz gives him a surprised look. Crosshair accepts and even appreciates the others using his armor as a canvas, but he´s never asked for a specific color before. But he hands it over easily enough.

He hesitates. Swallows thickly. His hands still tremble, and while he´s learned to compensate while shooting, he can´t mess this up.

"Dogma? C-can I have a hand?"

He needs this to be good. He ... needs it to be perfect. He shows Dogma what he wants, gratefull that they´ve left his chestplate alone.

Every other bit of paint is nice, comforting, grounding. The black silhuette of a vulture on his chest is ... important. Honoring, Fives calls it.

Noone asks. Noone lets any other color get near it.

"We´re joining the main body of the Rebellion", Cody says, steady resolve in his voice. "We can´t abandon them to this fight."

Those who don´t feel like they can keep fighting can go. Most stay. Crosshair joins the others in inspecting their armor, touching up the paint. He studies the riot of colors on his armor, Cody´s words ratteling around in his head.

We can´t abandon them. Abandon this fight.

Torrent blue. Ghost gold. Star yellow. Quake green. Howzer´s teal. Guard red. Lightning and Nova purple.

Mayday´s black.

We can´t abandon them to this fight.

His batch abandoned this fight just like they abandoned him. Crosshair can´t blame them for not fighting the empire, but ... he feels like he can resent them, just a little, for abandoning the regs. To the empire. To the chip.

But ... I didn´t abandon them.

He´s been helping Cody free regs from all kinds of situations ever since Kix deemed him well enough to be off ship for longer than thirty minutes. He and Fives have become a comfortable team. He ... he´s still Crosshair, CF99´s sniper. 100% success rate.

The others have abandoned this fight. Crosshair hasn´t.

"Touch up what you want", he says, gesturing at his armor. "Leave the right spaulder free. I need to fetch something."

He knows he´ll come back to the lines of the vulture being crisp and the rest of his kit looking like a unicorn threw up over it. He doesn´t care, really. It´s a claim staked on him, and he doesn´t mind.

He has his own claim to stake.

Cody doesn´t comment when he sees the crimson 99 on Crosshair´s shoulder. Nobody does. They know what it is. A challange, a claim to a reputation and duty. A message. Maybe, just a little, a suck-this to Hunter.

You abandoned me. You abandoned THIS.

He was ... wrong, when he told them that their talents would be of use in the empire. But he wasn´t wrong about wasting their lives as mercenaries being the wrong choice. They still have a responsibility to their vode.

I won´t abandon them.

#star wars #fanfiction #crosshair

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hobiiiiiworld · 2 years

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A piece of us | KSJ - Chapter 1

Synopsis: As of late, you and your husband are fighting. Will the news you share become the demise or savior of your marriage?

Pairing: Reader x Kim Seokjin

Genres: Marriage | Fighting | Pregnancy

Word Count: 2k

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Times are tough.

There is no way of ignoring it anymore. No more lying to yourself. The first few fights were anomalies. The next ones were rarities. After a while fights became regularities. Now, times are officially tough between the two of you.

Tonight, it looks like, is no different from the regular. Seokjin comes through the door, shrugging off his jacket onto the floor, his shoes left on the mat in front of the door. Abandoning them right there, he makes his way over the couch. His body falls heavy on the soft cushion with a loud sigh, hands behind his head. You can tell he isn´t in the mood, his furrowed forehead and eyes closed the typical tale-tell sign that something is churning in his thoughts.

You look at the time on your phone, 20:37 – two hours later than he promised he would be home. Without hesitation you stalk up to him, peering down at him with a hand on your hip.

“Welcome home, jagiya.”

Slowly, as if dreading the action, Seokjin opens one eye. His expression shows nothing, hard as rock as he is calculating his next move. Fight or defeat, you imagine him weighing his options. Evaluating your mood. Whether he should act on his feelings or not.

His eye falls shut again, head turning away from you ever so slightly.

“Did you have a pleasant day?” he asks.

He props his foot up, wincing a little as he does so. You wonder where he´s hurting. If he overexerted himself in rehearsal, or if it´s because he did a wrong turn and hurt himself. And you want to know if he´s doing alright. Truth is, about ninety percent of the time, you want to crawl into his arms, cook him a good meal and have heated sex in the pool.

Like how you used to do.

Careful not to jerk Seokjin on the couch, you sit down beside him. With slow movements, you stroke your husband´s hair back from his forehead. He relaxes against your fingertips, which is your opening.

“It was fine. Are you alright?” you ask as softly as you can. You trail your fingers down the side of his face; as you do, appreciating his temple, soft cheekbone, and strong jaw. His face has lost a little color these last couple of months, you notice.

“No.” You don´t get more of an explanation, which bugs you. There was a time where he would come home, sling himself in your arms and recite his whole day. Those days were also filled with flowers, romantic dinners, and love notes all over the apartment. These days, the most you receive is a small nod, maybe a `it was fine´ when you ask about his day.

“Tell me about it?” you ask, trying your best to keep the tenderness in your voice.

Seokjin grabs your hand, the one that is stroking his cheek, removes it from his cheek and let’s go – your hand now hovering midair. Slowly and staggered, he rises from the couch and starts to walk away. As he walks, he talks over his shoulder:

“I would rather not.”

“Seokjin!” you call out, making him stop in his tracks. Yet another sigh falls from his lips, making you wonder if he is able to perceive your feelings anymore, or if he just ignores them completely. “Why won´t you talk to me?” It comes out way more aggressive than you wish for, your emotions on display.

“Honestly, _____, we should just stop pretending we care,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I am your wife! Of course I care. This shit is exhausting and I´m trying to make it better for us, but when you come home, hours late, already in a terrible mood I´m doomed to fail,” you counter. “Pull yourself together and help me fix this marriage.”

Seokjin rubs the bridge of his nose, head turned down, shoulders slouched.

“No. We´re not doing this. Not today,” he dictates. You watch him walk away again. This time you let him walk away.

You´re standing beside your husband with your hand grabbing onto his arm carefully, the heels making up for the couple of centimeters Seokjin has over you. Knowing how important this night is for him, you have pressed yourself into a tight, sophisticated dress for the evening. The two of you look graceful as ever standing next to each other.

Yet another man with a wide grin and receding hairline comes up to have small talk about Seokjin´s comeback, your clothing line, or the weather. Nothing of importance is ever exchanged during these parties. Nothing of interest either… You´re just there to support Seokjin, who is there to please the people higher up. There is an incentive for you to go, though, because even though nights like these are gruesome, you love being on your husband´s arm like this.

The servers bring out more glasses half filled with bubbling alcohol. More people come forward to small talk, and by the time the party ends you´re both mentally and physically tired. It´s quiet in the car ride home, Seokjin typing away on his phone while you rub at your ankle. You want more than anything for him to wrap his arms around you. A wishful sigh leaves your lips without you intending to.

Immediately after entering your home Jin turns to you.

“You look beautiful tonight.”

You´re caught off guard. It´s been so long since you´ve heard seductive compliments coming from him. He gives you a look. You´ve seen it many times before, you know what it means. Still, you haven´t seen it lately, magnifying the effects it has on you.

“Oh yeah? What exactly do you like?”

You take a step closer to him.

He takes a step closer to you.

“That dress. It looks unbelievable on you. Only thing that can beat this dress is your wedding dress,” he flirts, his words slurred a little.

“What else?” Another step.

“Those heels that made your ankle hurt all nigh made me crazy. I just wanted to pick you up and run away every time I looked at you,” Seokjin says. With one final step he reaches you and is finally able to grab your waist, crashing your body against his. “Let´s get this dress off,” he says between kisses. “Let´s keep those heels on, though,” making you giggle.

Waking up alone the next day brought back the reality, hearing him tell you he was drunk during dinner the next day was devastating. It sounded like the excuse you make after having a one-night stand with the sketchy, semi stalker guy from two floors up…

It has been a couple of weeks, and things have gotten even worse than it was before the party, comeback being only days away now. You see how hard he pushes himself, which is why you always make sure to have extra leftovers in the fridge for when he comes home. Every night you hear the fridge opening and closing, followed by cutlery being brought out, only to find the container soaking in the sink the next day. Other than that, the two of you don´t communicate at all.

Weeks passes like this before you realize a change in yourself. Doing the math, you realize…

You´re late.

As a result of your epiphany, you end up sitting alone on the bathroom floor after taking, not one, but two pregnancy tests. The three minutes passes in the blink of an eye. With your arms wrapped around yourself you stare at the two positive tests, tears falling.

Figuring it´s best to tell Seokjin as soon as possible, you end up telling him the news that same night.

“Jagiya,” you say from the couch as he enters your home, Seokjin´s shoes and jacket on the floor once again. “Do you have time for a chat? There is something I need to tell you.”

Resigned, your husband approaches you.

“I need to head to bed, can it wait?”

“This can´t,” you motion to the many tests you have laid out on the table. “I took a lot of them. Wanted to be sure before I told you,” you say in a small voice. “I know this is bad timing…” You don´t finish, all words robbed from your mouth as you watch your husband´s face go from tiredness to confusion to anger.

“Are those real?” You nod. “Are you doing this to trap me?” You have no idea what to say so you stay quiet. “Tell me. Did. You. Do. This. To. Trap. Me?”

“Trap you?”

“Who told you? Was it Hoseok? Namjoon? Yoongi?” His voice rises in volume, making him full on shouting now.

“Told me what?”

With eyes wide open he opens his mouth to say something, then closes them. His long arm goes up, fingers massaging his temple as an exasperated sigh comes out.

“Listen, we can´t have this baby. It´s not right.”

It takes a couple of seconds to realize what he´s saying. Even though you´re fighting you believed Seokjin wanted a baby. A family. In the start of your marriage, it had been all he´d talk about, and so you thought it would bring joy into his life during this bad period. But seeing his reaction was the complete opposite of what you imagined, shattering your word. Because he thinks you’re trying to trap him in this marriage with this baby? You stare at your husband, trying to read his mind.

“Why not?” Seokjin doesn´t saying anything. “Why the fuck not, Kim Seokjin?” you say his name with venom.

“Jesus, _____?”

“Be a fucking man and say it, then!” you shout, standing up. He doesn´t answer, and so you go on, even though you don´t really know what you´re saying. “You know, I´ll be fine if you tell me you´re unhappy. I´ll even leave you if that´s what you want. But don´t come here talking about our child, which I made with nothing but love, as if it is a trap. You´re perfectly free to walk away from me, regardless of this kid.”

“How could I not come to that conclusion? We don´t talk anymore. I sleep in the guest room. A divorce is the only logical next step, yet here you are, roping me in with a bunch of positive tests. How am I supposed to sign those papers now, huh? What kind of man would that make me out to be?”

“We made this baby together, so don´t put your own shortcomings onto me.”

“Shortcomings?”

“Yeah. Shortcomings,” you say matter-of-factly, waiting for your husband´s retort. It doesn´t come. “Tell me, honestly, do you want to be a part of this baby´s life?”

His head snaps up, eyes fiery.

“How can you ask that? This is just bad fucking timing! Our comeback is happening next week, which means I´ll be gone for the next year. Even between the two of us…” he gestures harshly from himself to you, and back. “Everything is so up in the air. I just wish this could have happened six months ago, when we were actually trying.”

“Do you really think a baby would have made a difference between us?”

“Maybe, yeah. I don´t know.”

“It´s time you figure out your shit, Kim Seokjin,” you tell him with a hard voice. As you walk past him to get out of the room, you stop briefly next to your husband. “If you´re leaving me, do it now rather than after this baby is born.”

You force yourself to be strong enough to get out of the room, but as soon as you close the bedroom door behind you, you have no more strength. His angry expression as you showed him the pregnancy tests replays in your mind, shattering you more each time you see it in your mind. Even through your hardships you really thought he would react with joy. The last emotion you could ever imagine your husband showing as you announced your pregnancy was anger.

As the sorrow of your marriage and the joy of your baby mixes you´re incapable to take in either of them, and you end up packing a couple of tops, a couple of pants, some underwear, and your toiletries in a suitcase. It´s quiet as you walk through the house, Seokjin clearly gone.

-> Next Chapter

#kim seokjin fanfic #kim seokjin #kim seokjin husband #kim seokjin ff #bts seokjin #bts jin #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #husband kim seokjin

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 2 years

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Hi i so love all of ur akai fic. Can i ask for a fic where reader dated akai but was upset he almost never around? Then u met subaru unaware that its akai n kinda become friend. U spend times a lot with subaru beginning to like him more to the point u consider breaking up with akai who u couldnt keep in touch with most of times to be with subaru. Thanks in advance.

Omg yes. This is gonna hurt a bit though, isn't it?

Akai x gn!reader

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: slight angst, happy ending, Akai is still taller

Note: hey, everyone ignore that I based the Detective x Family header on this exact header.

Wordcount: 700 something

You met him at the grocery store. He was tall and blonde, and his hair was falling over his glasses. He smiled at you and reached up to give you the flour you had been trying to get.

“They really need to build smaller shelves.” There was a certain kindness around him, and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

“They should, though I doubt you'd benefit from that.”

He shrugged: “I have to crouch down already,” he gestured at the sugar that sat on the lowest shelf “it wouldn't really make a difference.” You laughed, before stretching out your hand.

“(L/N) (Y/N).” His eyes widened in surprise, before gingerly taking your hand:

”I haven´t seen you here before,” he said as you stood together in line.

“Subaru Okiya, it's a pleasure meeting you.”

“I just moved here.”

His mouth opened for a moment, before he nodded:

“How nice.”

“I used to live farther up north, but I think this is a bit better. Maybe you can show me around some time? None of my friends have the time to at the moment.” You scrunched up your nose.

He hummed.

“I´ll give you my phone number outside.”

You had met up with Subaru that same week already, and you realised quickly that he knew his way around Tōkyō. What started as more of a guide, became a friend, until you started to spend every friday evening leaned against the armrest of his couch.

“Don´t you think your boyfriend will be a bit…uncomfortable with this?” Subaru asked and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I appreciate the worry, but he hasn´t contacted me in well over a year. I know his job is hard, and I´ve gone without any sign from him for one or two months on other occasions already. But over a year? I don´t even no if he´s still alive.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey, it´s okay. I´m sure he´s fine,” Subaru tried to assure you, but you only waved him away.

“Sure he is. It´s just…I think I deserve better, you know?”

You looked up and met Subaru´s eyes. There was pity in them and maybe something akin toworry.

“You do,” he agreed, before moving to get you a drink.

You hadn´t heard from Akai in exactly 16 months. Already when you had met Subaru did you decide it wasn´t worth it to wait for something that might never come back to you. And so, you had allowed yourself to grow closer to the doctoral student. After all, Akai could not expect you to keep this…farce of a relationship up.

It was another Friday, in Summer, and Subaru greeted you with a smile.

“The food isn´t quite ready yet, but it will be soon.”

“It´s alright, I don´t mind the wait,” you told him as you sat down.

“Are you okay?” Your head shot up and for a moment, you didn´t know what to say.

“Of course. I mean…It´s just that I´ve been meaning to talk to you about something.

“What is it?”

“I´ve decided to be single.” Subaru tensed, but you didn´t pay it any mind, “What else am I supposed to do? He might never return, and-“ you lifted your hand when he opened his mouth, no doubt to tell you not to loose hope, “and I´m okay with that. Now. I´ve moved on a while ago. And if you will let me…”

Subaru´s eyes widened, and you sighed when you took him in: his back straight and fists clenched. You smiled.

“Though I definitely don´t mind just staying like this, if that´s what you would prefer.”

For a moment, there was silence in the room. You could see the muscles in his jaw clench but forbid yourself any thoughts of doubt and fear. Then Subaru exhaled and his body relaxed.

“I´m sorry, sweetheart.”

You flinched at the familar nickname, eyes widening as he moved to take of his face – no mask.

You only noticed the tears when your sight was blurry and a sob left of your lips.

“You are the absolute worst, Shuichi.”

Warm, familiar hands drew you to stand and pulled you into a chest. Ears pressed against where his heart laid, beating as calm and steady as you remembered.

A kiss to the top of your head helped you focus again, and you hit his chest.

He hushed you, “Sweetheart, I´m undercover. Please, keep it a bit down, yeah?”

You pulled back a bit to glare up at him. But then your eyes gave way for hurt.

“Why didn´t you tell me? Even just a note-“

“- Could have led dangerous criminals to you. I`m not going to get you into danger, baby. I promised that to myself.”

You sniffled, before moving back into his embrace.

“So...I won´t be able to see you again?"

He hummed.

“You can see Subaru, at least for now. But if anyone ever gets suspicious about him…”

You hugged him closer to your body.

“I love you.”

He chuckled, squeezing you tight.

“I love you too, baby. M´not gonna leave you. I promise.”

You smiled.

#akai shuichi x reader #akai shuichi #akai x reader #what-the-stories-have-foretold #x gn!reader #detective conan #subaru x reader #subaru #cafe employee

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 6 months

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Wildcard#5 Raphael with a Demon!Mc

this piece belongs to this and has 770 Words and just saying I´m not to confident with the new characters

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if there was one thing Raphael wasn´t expecting when he agreed to the Exchange Program is that he would befriend a Demon, even more surprising that this Demon helped him reconcile with his former siblings a bit better and even got them to play nice

the other thing that surprised him is that they shared some hobbies, they would happily help him whenever he works on a sewing project or if they need help they would always ask him for help first rather than somebody like Barbatos

but one thing they usually bicker about id allowing Solomon to cook, he always appreciates ti when he does and even enjoys Solomon´s food but them, Luke and Simeon are doing everything in their power to stop Solomon from ever setting foot into the kitchen and their Demonic visitor even offered to cook for him, which is something that Raphael didn´t want to in his opinion their and Solomon´s food taste the same but at least Solomon´s looks better, Luke and Simeon looked at him like he was crazy when he said that tough so maybe they don´t share his opinion

which lead him to their moment, his Demon friend holding a cook book and trying to follow the steps as precisely as possible while he was watching them

“I don´t understand what all of you have against Solomon´s cooking it tastes pretty good” they stopped their work for a moment and just slowly turned around while giving him a look that just screams “are you fucking serious right now?”, a look everybody is familiar with because they have the same look nearly all of the time they look at somebody

“if I didn´t know your taste buds are dead and your only appearance orientated I would be wondering what is wrong with you”

“maybe you are the one with the dead taste buds, I did see you eat of the ground once”

they looked a bit flustered at his words “first of all I only NEARLY ate something of the floor but I caught it and second it was a cupcake from Barbatos I would have also eaten it if somebody covered it in dirt” they turned around and continued with their work

“in my opinion your the one with no taste buds, I could never eat something that was ruined like that”

“all that happened is that I accidentally put my hand in the frosting, while I caught it I wouldn´t call that ruined”

“than we have some very different definitions of ruined” they took a look at what they were doing, it was supposed to be a simple but impressive looking dish and compared to how their food usually looks it does look rather impressive

Raphael decided to ask them something he was thinking for a while now “is there any reason your trying to show off today? because most of the days you just try to keep Solomon out of the kitchen and call it a day” they looked at him like he was crazy “do you seriously think keeping Solomon out of the kitchen is easy? we have a literal rotating watch every time somebody isn´t in the kitchen, it would be easier for me to walk up all the way to the Celestial Realm and back to the Devildom and then back”

“and why are you cooking right now?”

“one keep Solomon out of the kitchen and learning how to make food look good will hopefully stop you from asking him to cook for us”

“Solomon isn´t that bad at it” they glared at him, they aren´t even the slightest bit amused a contrast to their normal easy going demeanor “I ate one bit of his food and ended in a come for two days” they looked at the food and noticed that it was done, the put it on a plate and made sure to make his plate to look the best they can manage

“considering the food is done let´s just stop talking about Solomon´s food, I´m actually hungry and don´t want to lose my appetite because I remembered what he made last time” they shuddered while they said it, probably because they remembered how great the Tiramisu he made was

he took his plate and was impressed by what he saw

“not bad I think if you can keep this up you might get better than even Solomon”

“I take this as the worst insult you can give anybody because your insinuating I´m worse than Solomon at cooking”

“but you are”

“now I´m tempted to take away your plate, or poison your next one”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me raphael x reader #obey me raphael x mc

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alarrytale · 7 months

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Happy friday Marte! I was scrolling through random feeds on IG and suddenly there was a reel preview with Harry´s baby photo and logo of our most popular and known radio so I got curious what that was and so I clicked on that reel.

There were 2 radio presenters (woman and man) guessing who is that (literally Who is this world known singer?). While the man had no idea (he guessed Robbie Williams lol), the woman quessed it right after few seconds and when they found out it´s really him, they were suprised and then the man said "Well, he looks better wearing female dresses" and something like he´s suprised Harry´s not wearing clothes for girls from very young age.

Okay, one thing is that for me it´s kinda cringe when I see literally anyone mentioning Harry in my country. Not that I´m living on Mars but as much as I am experiencing everything connected to him (and Louis and 1D) only through tumblr and IG (aka following international pages) it always gets me that people know him in my country. Second thing is that it´s exactly the same as any radio/TV/media anywhere - those people actually have no clue who Harry is under the surface and they only know how he looks like, his most known singles (and that WS is about eating p*ssy), his fashion choices or his girlfriends. And so they only comment on these topics without any deeper level of thinking. I sent that reel to my cousin who is also larrie and she´s the only person I can personally talk about him while don´t have to explain anything. And while she shared the came cringe as I did, she also had a good point writing me "Do you know what is total cringe for me when I see somebody is talking about Harry in our country? That nobody cares about anything else that his date life. Not a single other mention than who he had dated or is currently dating."

And that´s why I´m writing you - not that it´s anything new in this fandom but it still kinda get me how much sex sells and most people don´t go under the surface of who is really his, nobody cares that much about his music or stories he´s telling us. Or if there isn´t this date life mention, then it´s always his fashion choices (aka what that male presenter said) again with any deeper thinking that he might be queer coding or what inspired his outfit - lol the other day I found in my gallery printscreen from one czech online tabloid from May 2019 (back in 2019 I didn´t care about him this much as I do now) after Met Gala with title "Harry, are you hiding some secrets about your sexuality? Harry Styles came to Met Gala in sheer blouse with ruffles and high heels". And coming back to the reel topic, that´s exactly why I don´t even like to talk about him with anyone else than my cousin or other larries because nobody can appreciate him that much as we do because we are the only ones who really cares about him. And while I´m happy I´m living in this larrie bubble and don´t want to share him with people who can´t appreciate him, I´m also incredibly sad how others view him - pretty face, sex god and womanizer who wears "weird" outfits to be more interesing than he is himself.

Hello and happy friday to you too!

Yeah, it gives you perspective doesn’t it! The image he's portraying to the gp is working, because they don't look further than the surface. It's sad for us who knows what's really behind the curtain, that he's not a caricature or who he shows himself to be. I can't talk about him to anyone other than fellow larries, because the gp only read magazines or tabloids mentioning him, and end up getting the wrong view of him. It's also so incredibly embarrasing sharing with others, gp friends or work colleagues, that your're a fan or either H or L. When i do, with L they are like 'the dude who got arrested and had a kid he never sees? Wth, marte, i'm judging you rn...', and with harry they're like 'the serial vs model dater who's a bad actor?' or 'the queerbaiter?'. It's exhausting. And i've now stopped defending them or admitting to still being a fan. It's sad.

I hope for an image rehab for the both of them so i can acknowledge being a fan of them again. Take notes, Santa Clause!

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Thelreads, MHA 264, Replies Part 2

1) “WELL FUCK YOU HAWKS. I KNOW HE`S A VILLAIN, BUT HE`S NOT EVIL, AND YOU HUMILIATING HIM LIKE THAT DOESN`T MAKE YOU NOBLE OR HEROIC AT ALL”- Hawks knows. But I think this might be partial self-punishment on his part, aimed more at himself. After all, he’s the one that never actually trusted anybody, and even his own allies don’t really know the full deal with him thanks to his secretive nature. He’s basically thanking Twice for being genuine and trusting him wholeheartedly, because that’s something he’s never really done for him, and he appreciates it, even if he knows he doesn’t deserve it. Of course, that statement got taken completely the wrong way, so perhaps Hawks should have just kept it to himself. EDIT: The English Dub somewhat rephrases this as Twice lamenting that he put his trust in Hawks in part because of Giran’s advice that led to him joining the league in the first place, that he didn't want to lose faith in himself and ‘give into the darkness’ inside, becoming a lonely person who trusted nobody once more, just like he was when he relied on his quirk to make companions instead, with all the tragic consequences. Hawks is thanking Twice because Twice is admitting that he wants to be a ‘good’ person, and so Hawks thinks there’s still a chance that Twice can be ‘redeemed’ and not having to end the encounter with him in a body bag. Unfortunately, the crucial mistake both men are making is misunderstanding the definition of what the other sees as ‘good’, leading to Twice falling into a determined rage with Hawks because being ‘good’ to him is backing up his friends in the League no matter what happens to him personally. 2) “OH, SURE, NOW YOU SAY THAT. YOU KNOW, THOSE LAST FEW PAGES DIDN`T PAINT YOU IN A GOOD LIGHT, NOT ONE OF SOMEONE THAT WANTS TO HELP, I TELL YOU THAT.”- Hawks knows that Twice deserves a second chance, despite the danger he represents, and wants to at least offer him the option, because other heroes would just treat him as a threat to get taken down and locked away. In a sense, this whole fight wasn’t even necessary. Hawks could have simply knocked Twice unconscious with a blow to the head the minute the building shook, but it seems his sense of guilt towards how he used Twice made him hold back and explain everything, outlining how he’s the bad guy who used hawks to try and absolve him of the guilt he’d no doubt torture himself with once he woke up in a prison cell all alone. It’s insanely risky, but Hawks still goes for it, because he’s trying to work out an ‘ideal’ resolution that doesn’t end with needless death or Twice’s future getting destroyed forever. However, like the historical Icarus he’s patterned after, his hubris may yet prove his downfall… (MHA ch 258) 3) “oh so you`re already taking steps on that side Hawks? Nice. Because yeah, Twice isn`t evil, he`s just lost and this is the only people that care about him, he wouldn`t be here if he had a chance, if the world wasn`t that uncaring with him. It`s time someone reaches out to him it`s time for a friendly hand to pull him away from the darkness.”-Yeah… shame that Twice can’t see Hawks as a friendly hand now, not after he betrayed his trust and basically spat on the genuine friendships he formed with the League. 4) “Ah, now you`re showing some regret in your face. Alright, that`s good, that`s exactly what I want you to fell right now. You took advantage of him, and sure, it was for “the greater good”, but that still doesn`t change the hurt you caused to him”-And now, as the perspective switches to Hawks, we can see the regret and sadness in his face as he appears normally, showing how hawks’ threatening and menacing appearance before is how Twice perceives him now he knows the whole truth. And Hawks knows he can’t undo all the hurt his job has necessitated he cause Twice, but he still wants to try and blunt the worst of it as much as he’s able. 5) “…

oh no. Oh no, he`s angry now, isn`t he?”- Of all the things Hawks could have said to him, telling Twice he could ‘start over’ unwittingly reminded Twice of his prior mistreatment by those around him when he needed help and support the most, and how that spiralled down a path that lead to him feeling more alone and miserable than ever before. And because of that, he’s genuinely unable to see any good outcome from taking Hawks offer, so he might as well go down swinging for the sake of his friends that were there for him. 6) “PLEASE DON`T DO THAT

HAWKS IS ASKING YOU TO NOT DO IT

BECAUSE IF YOU DO, THEN HE WILL WILL BE FORCED TO ACT

AND THAT CAN ONLY MEANS ONE THING”- Hawks’ move here might have been lethal if Twice hadn’t moved fast enough, but on the other hand, ‘marking’ the original Twice ensures that he can’t lose track of him in the swarm he’s unleashing, ensuring he won’t mistake him for a clone in the confusion. If anything, it implies Hawks could have stabbed him straight through the head, but he’s intentionally holding back to try and subdue him as non-lethally as possible.

(MHA ch 258) 7) “And now, time for the acting skills to be showcase once again, although it`s kind of lost in Twice, he doesn`t need much to be convinced, even more since he trusts Hawks. Dammit, it might hurt a bit once he finds out that the guy is a traitor, I`m not sure how Hawks is going to pull that one, recruiting Twice will be a little tricky, kidnapping is not out of the table yet”- Oh, it’s hurting a lot, on both sides of this fight. (MHA ch 262)

8) “So, I guess that now we`ll see what the heroes were doing in the meantime at the hotel, right? Oh boy, I doubt that they could top Mirko ripping her fucking arm off like that, unless we get to see fat gum ripping off his own head and using it as a bowling ball to score a strike.”- Well, it doesn’t top it in terms of over-the-top violence intensity, but the emotional fallout between these two men who could have been friends is pretty gripping nonetheless.

9) “THAT WASN`T EVEN A DEATH FLAG FOR TWICE, THAT WAS A

DEATH SENTENCE

PLEASE HORIKOSHI NO”-

Interestingly, the dialogue on this page seems to be coming from Hawks more than Dabi, given his wide-eyed happy grin and visible anticipation of reaching Hawks, compared to the sombre tones of the statement. It seems hawks is pretty disillusioned with the concept of heroics at this point, given what he’s had to do in the name of the job, but he still does it anyway for the sake of the innocents who are counting in him to be ‘the hero’ in this situation, even if he knows that title doesn’t suit him.

10) “OH GOD NO, IF THERE IS ONE PERSON THAT THEY CAN`T STOP WITHOUT KILLING IS TWICE, THERE`S JUST NO WAY TO NEUTRALIZE HIS MOVE WITHOUT TAKING OUT ALL OF THEM, BECAUSE IF HE LEAVES EVEN ONE ALIVE THEY ARE GONNA KEEP COMING AND COMING.”-HAWKS IS TO BLAME FOR THIS, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM IF THE WORST COMES TO HAPPEN. WHEN IT COMES TO HAPPEN.”- If it helps, I don’t think Hawks will ever forgive himself either. It’s why he’s been dancing around the issue this whole chapter and trying to get twice to surrender peacefully as best he can, when he could have killed him at any point with a swift move. He doesn’t want to do this, but the situation will get worse if he doesn’t, so there’s no real happy outcome that can be achieved here. @thelreads

#bnha #thelreads #chapter replies #my hero academia #mha264

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