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junnieverse · 7 months

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XOXO ➳ L. HEESEUNG

➙ synopsis: for as long as you'd known heeseung, who happened to be your best friend's twin brother, he was just that annoying kid who stole your blue highlighter in 4th grade and was a menace to you from that day on, but somehow along the way he stole your heart too.

pairing: lee heeseung x afab!reader

genre: fluff, best friend's brother au

word count: 1.1k

request: " hi! i have a fluff request ^^ . i don’t have a specific situation in mind but imagine reader’s first kiss with hee, she initiates it with a quick kiss but is unsure if hee actually likes her back, so she starts to pull away but then hee cups her face, pulls her back and deepens the kiss without ever breaking it "

warnings: not proofread

a/n: hi anon, tysm for this request, I enjoyed writing this so I hope you and all my other readers enjoy reading it too~ ^_^

a/n (2): just wanted to let everyone know incase you don't, I do have an enhypen series out so please do check it out if you'd like :)

"I swear if your brother touches my hair again, I'm going to uppercut him." you tell your best friend next to you as you comb through your previously ruffled hair.

You had known Heeseung for as long as you'd been friends with your best friends which was equivalently, many... many years.

You loved your best friend but her brother would never leave you alone.

He had his days where he was sweet with you but most of the time you were fighting back the urge to high kick his pretty little face.

"He says ruffling your hair before a game is his good luck charm." you friend says shrugging her shoulders as she munches on her popcorn.

"Yeah well he better find another goodluck charm, he's ruining my good hair days." you defend glaring at the boy who happened to run across the basketball court with his teammates.

You tried so hard to despise him and how smart, funny, considerate and kind he was, but oh how you wanted to so badly run over to Heeseung on the court and just kiss him.

This was someone who didn't necessarily make the best of impressions on you the first time seeing as he stole your blue highlighter in 4th grade, but the bright side was if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have met your best friend who happened to return the very same highlighter apologising for her 'stupid' twin brother who took it in the first place.

From that day on, you made Heeseung your nemesis, he didn't know he was, so yes, your one sided nemesis, you were a grudge holder.

Heeseung did eventually apologise in which you forgave him but you weren't easy to forget about it either.

Over the years of growing a friendship with your best friend, her brother was seemingly in the picture too.

They were close, but they would also banter and tease each other alot like many other siblings did and you found that dynamic between them special.

Heeseung soon started treating you the same, yes he was sweet to you when he wanted to be but most of the time it was just teasing and being playful and sometimes even the subtle flirting.

Although a year ago everything started changing.

You had had a very romantic and somewhat suggestive dream about him and for days you had tried avoiding Heeseung because you were embarrassed to even think you could possibly think of him in that light.

For years you had only seen him platonically but all of a sudden one dream put everything into a new perspective that just maybe... you had feelings for your best friend's brother.

After avoiding him for almost a week straight, Heeseung obviously thought he did something and so he offered to take you out to lunch as an 'apology' still having no idea he had actually done nothing wrong and it was all just you going through some intrapersonal conflict.

But he had won you over and you were simply left dealing with new feelings for Heeseung you were afraid to admit.

Let alone to your best friend.

"Okay let's start working on this project." Heeseung says as you both walked into his bedroom to work.

It didn't feel all too unfamiliar since you'd been in here before when his sister was around but it felt odd since it would just be the both of you alone this time.

In one of the classes you shared with Heeseung, your professor had assigned everyone a partner for a new project for the semester and Heeseung just happened to be the person you were paired up with leading to this moment.

You had both been working hand in hand for the past hour and a half now and there was great progress being made.

"How about we take a short break since we've been working for a while now." you say turning to Heeseung next to you who happened to already be looking at you.

"Stop looking at me like that, call me a bug like you always do already." you mumble rolling your eyes as you break away from his staring.

"You're actually really beautiful." he says leaning on the table with one hand as he smiles admiring your facial features.

"Funny, are you getting sick, never heard you compliment me in a minute." you joke with him putting your hand on his forehead but his temperature was normal.

Unexpectedly Heeseung gently pulls your hand away leaning his face closer to yours.

Your heart was beating right out of your chest at the close proximity between you both, was he going to do it.

You notice his gaze go from your eyes to your lips and back as you did the same, both of you seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move.

To both of your suprise, you were the one to initiate the first move pressing your lips together finally kissing him.

But the moment was quick to end as the thought of your best friend catching you both crossed your mind and you hesitantly pulled away.

"We shouldn't-" you start off but you were cut off by Heeseung pulling you back in for a second kiss.

This time he deepened the kiss a gentle hand on your cheek and you felt like this moment wouldn't end.

This time Heeseung pulled away leaving a soft peck on your cheeks and nose and reality hit you once again.

Standing up abruptly you began walking back and forth around the room not believing what you'd just done.

"Oh my gosh, I just kissed my best friend's brother. She's gonna hate me. She'll never want to be friends with me anymore. Why did i kiss you. No I shouldn't like you in the first place." you ramble nervously as you hit your forehead for your reckless decision.

"Wait... you like me back?" he asks scratching the back of his neck as he stood up walking towards you.

You'd forgotten he could hear everything you were saying and you had accidentally confessed your feelings indirectly.

Well there was no trying to hide or run away from it.

But he said 'back', doesn't that mean he likes you too?!

"I do like you but-" you tell him as he stood in front of you holding your hands in his as he stopped you probably sensing what you were going to say.

"My sister probably wouldn't care, you're worried about nothing. What matters is that we both like each other and I think we should go out on our first date." he reassures you as you nod.

"I'd like that."

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yumeka-sxf · 5 months

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Today's new chapter was so intriguing 👀

First off, nice to see the Authens again. Guess we're sure now that Endo will make them reoccurring characters! Yor's embarrassment about being called "Mom" ("okaa-san" in the JP version) was really cute.

They managed to translate this joke very well; in the JP version, the word "ebento"(event) makes Sigmund think of "obento"(lunchbox). Using the word "function" for "luncheon" was clever!

But the main highlight of this chapter for me was seeing the ever enigmatic Melinda again after so long!

She's a really a tough one to figure out, and this chapter only brought up more questions than answers. She seems extremely nice here, being very forgiving of Millie despite her harsh accusations against her husband. She also mentions that she'd be very resentful if anything were to happen to her family...which is kind of contrasting to her thoughts about Damian from the end of the bus hijacking arc.

I also loved the scene of Yor sticking up for Millie. Her expression was so blank yet so deep at the same time. It actually reminded me of Anya's expression when she punched Damian - in both cases, their blank expression doesn't match their action, but it makes sense because they're still unsure of how to act and what emotion to portray in many seemingly "normal" situations. Anger and annoyance aren't feelings that come naturally to them.

In Yor's case here, having to defend someone against such accusations isn't something she's had much experience doing (at least not for someone who isn't family), and at the same time she can't just outright kill the hostile party like she would on an assassination mission. So despite being in such an awkward situation, especially for someone like her who struggles with social interactions, she managed to remain remarkably calm. As usual, Yor gets easily flustered when it comes to her own feelings, but if she sees someone else being threatened, her capabilities shoot up to maximum! That unpredictable expression should be feared from both her and Twilight!

We also learn that Yor lost her parents in the war, which is something I always suspected. Her words in the below panel reminded me a lot of the thoughts she had during the end of the cruise arc. As I've mentioned before, despite her naivety about many things, she understands the tragedies that go on in the world, especially in terms of war - that it's not just soldiers who suffer, but the children and everyone else left behind. It makes sense that someone who understands that kind of loss and hardship has such outpouring empathy to others the way Yor does...

...which is actually contrasting to the way Millie deals with her loss, by lashing out at others. It's said that those who have suffered can become either very sympathetic or very resentful. It was interesting to see that subtle contrast between Yor and Millie here.

Speaking of Millie, it was nice to see her get some redemption and backstory. Like Camilla, I still don't think this makes up for all the mean things she's said to Yor before, but it's something!

Good to see McMahon again after so long. Don't think he's made an appearance since the cruise arc 👀

As usual, it's hard to say if this chapter is leading to a new arc or not. I'm sure things mentioned here, especially about Melinda, will come back later, but who knows if it will be right away or several chapters from now. I know we were all expecting something relating to Anya's backstory based on the previous short mission, but I still think there's a chance that what happened here could tie into that. We'll see! We're close to chapter 100 so I wonder if Endo is planning something special for that 🤔

#spy family #spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #yor forger #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers #sxf spoilers #melinda desmond

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atopvisenyashill · 3 months

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@thaisthedreamer do you think Cersei you blow up the Sept and kill all the Tyrells?

genuinely unsure. i mean she has to be unseated from KL somehow but Cersei using wildfire to blow up the sept? Like, specifically that chain of events?

you can't just blow up a house of religion and get away with it. whole wars have been fought over stuff like that, that's a catalyst for a crusade or an invasion or something awful. IF she does something as extreme as set fire to another building (rip the tower of the hand) her life is functionally over, even if the lords and the sparrows don't get her, the common people definitely will!

Wildfire cannot be controlled!!!! Look at how crazy the Battle of the Blackwater got with Tyrion's use of it and that wasn't even the worst wildfire can cause. If she aims for an area in the middle of KL, it's going to spread to other areas.

I simply think Qyburn is smart enough to talk her out of doing something that stupid. I know he's crazy too but he seems more inclined to do things in a more subtle evil way so they can stay in power and I do think he'd talk her out of that one.

Half the Tyrells aren't even in King's Landing anymore, Willas is still in the Reach and Garlan is off fighting the Ironborn (and I think his wife is at their new hold too?) and Loras is kinda MIA, but if she blows up Olenna, Mace, Alerie, a wholel bunch of Tyrell cousins, and Margaery, you can bet Willas, Garlan, and maybe Loras if he's still alive are going to square the FUCK up.

KING'S LANDING LOVES MARGAERY OH MY GOD SHE CAN'T KILL THE QUEEN. Cannot stress enough how absolutely stupid this would be to get caught murdering Margaery. The smallfolk were ready to riot to protect her when she was taken for questioning, just no way there's not a storming of the red keep if the sept of baelor goes up in flames.

NOW. All that said, I do think there's some evidence that Cersei is going to do something drastic to get herself out of this situation once Qyburn and Ser Robert Strong win her trial. I think the blowing up of the sept was them ending like six story lines in one move.

The main thing for me here is I'm just really unsure of the sequence of events because I have no goddamn idea when the Others are going to be relevant. Some things that are going to happen include:

Cersei's trial

Probably some mess from the Sand Snakes

Some more power jockeying from the new High Septon

Young Griff is recognized as a real claimant on the level of Stannis, Robb, Robert's boys, etc. aka he stops being a nuisance and starts being a threat. I expect Tarly will side with Griff, likely Dorne as well.

The Reach/Tyrells is fighting with Euron

Dany has to reach KL

KL has to go boom

I am of the opinion that Cersei's ultimate fate will come for her in Casterly Rock, as she's fleeing from whatever happens in KL. But like...do I know the order of events in how she gets there? I have no idea, genuinely, or what she could possibly be planning. I think she might try to put her own yes man in as the high septon if the high septon dies somehow (like if she frames him for something) but otherwise I think it's a bit tricky to say for sure what's she's going to do, besides saying whatever she's going to do, she will not just get to keep being Queen if she's caught blowing up the Sept or murdering the High Septon and Margaery.

#replies #cersei lannister #twow speculation #i mean she's also probably dead by the end of twow i feel.#my answer is she's probably gonna do something but george knows what

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sayakxmi · 3 months

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[Magi reread] Night 61: Rebellion

I'm really adding here all of these, bc I genuinely need you to understand that this is seriously all we've got of her fight in the manga. God damn, Ohtaka isn't that subtle about not really caring about Morgiana.

I love how Alibaba isn't surprised at all. He knows about Sahbmad's feelings. So he's just standing there and listening.

You go, boy

I love how Alibaba helps him out here. Where Sahbmad hesitates for a moment, Alibaba is quick to back him up, and, frankly, is completely right to point out that bigass elephant in the room: the slavery thing (which was previously mentioned by Sahbmad). And it makes EVERYBODY actually hesitate.

How many people even knew about it?

YEAH.

Bitch

Fuck that bitch fr. Seriously, why does he, of all people, get to live?

Sahbmad is one of the most relatable character in the series I fucking swear.

Also, srsly, fuck 23rd for doing something like that. To his own brother.

Fucker

I'm weak for Alibaba shielding people. But also GOD I love this moment so much

And he just fucking states it like that. Not just the fact that he does it without hesitation or awkwardness, it's also the fact that he's so calm as he says it. The impression is obvious - he's not influenced by strong emotions, he just says how things are. And DAMN if that's not satisfying to see. Both for Sahbmad AND Alibaba. Sahbmad, because it likely mattered the world to him that somebody was there to protect him in that moment and acknowledge him like that, and Alibaba, because he spent most of the arc freaking out and unsure, but here there's nothing left of that. He knows what he's doing, and no longer has any doubts here. He's in control of the situation. Finally.

All of this. Just. All of this.

He manages to handle this situation so well, and he does it by being genuine about it, about his feelings on it. He appreciates Sahbmad the way hardly anybody had ever done in his life, and he doesn't just say it like that. He explains to Sahbmad why what he'd done was great. So Sahbmad can also understand it.

And the thing is, I think Alibaba knows what to say, because this is something he also needs to hear. It's what Aladdin had told him, after all. He pointed out how amazing the things he'd done were from his perspective.

He told him he was brave.

FUcking well-earned. Also looked kinda sick with that sword-catching.

Gorgeous. Absolutely amazing. 10/10. I have no worder, I just fucking love it.

Alibaba, your future wife is here.

Tell her she's absolutely amazing, announce the republic, borrow a flying carpet, leave and live a happily ever after together?

Jk, jk. I keep telling you, I have little AliKou joys in my life, let me have this.

#saya's magi reread #magi #alibaba saluja #sahbmad saluja

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vvyvernicus · 6 months

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Sneak peak of my upcoming Astarion romance fanfiction!

(First Meeting)

Even from several paces away, his features were unmistakable—white, curly hair, red eyes, pale skin, and those distinctive pointy ears. His appearance stood out, surpassing the usual standards of attractiveness she encountered. She blinked twice, needing a moment to compose herself before approaching. As she drew nearer, he too regarded her with a hint of skepticism.

“You there! I don't know who you are, but come over here. I've got one of those brain things cornered,” he spoke to her, gesturing for her to come closer.

Brain things? What is he on about? Lexia wondered, cautiously walking towards him. More importantly, what exactly is he?

“A… brain thing, huh? I can't say I know what you're talking about, but you've piqued my interest,” Lexia replied, scanning her surroundings for anything resembling a brain as she reached his side.

Lexia's eyes lit up in immediate realization. Yes, this made perfect sense. Back in Roricus' hidden room, the map she was looking at had a location called The Sword Coast. If that was right, then she very may well have been sent to this world. She didn't know how, but if so, this was a fantasy world she was in. It was eerily too good to possibly be true.

I'm not sure what's going on here, but could this be one of the creatures of Hell? If so, it's probably best to eliminate it. But wait, can they even be killed? Lexia pondered, her mind racing with questions.

“I've only just arrived here, so my apologies if I seem uninformed. But are these brains regenerative? Or can they be permanently downed?” she asked, trying to grasp the best approach to deal with such a mysterious creature.

However, he looked at her as if she were the oddest thing he'd ever seen. Her mind went blank, unsure of how to proceed. She wanted information, not immediate dismissal. Yet her lack of experience in this new place left her feeling vulnerable.

“You really have no idea what these things are, do you?” he inquired, and she sighed.

“Of course not. As I said, I have never been here before. But if this brain creature needs to be killed, I can handle it,” she assured him, flashing a slight grin. If it was the size of a human brain, it should be easy to dispatch, right? At least small enough that she couldn't spot it immediately.

His stance softened a little as he continued to study her. Lexia sensed that she wasn't handling the situation well. Blending in was essential to avoid being taken advantage of, yet she felt like a complete novice. There had to be a better way to navigate this than appearing clueless.

“But…”

Her eyes focused on his features, and suddenly, she realized.

“There isn't actually a 'brain thing' here, is there?” she smiled, noticing a flicker of agitation in his eyes.

Being around demons accustomed to frequent lies made her adept at discerning truths and falsehoods. While demons were especially crafty, it did make knowing the lies of humans quite easy for her to catch on to. Even the most clever mortals had subtle ways of revealing their lies. From only this short interaction, she could tell that he was the type to lie frequently and get away with it.

“Well, of course there is. Well, was. But now it's probably gone because you've stalled me long enough,” he huffed in annoyance, a bit too dramatically.

“Don't worry about it. I'm sure that would have worked on nearly everyone else,” Lexia smiled, feeling much more relieved than before. He wasn't quite human, but she could tell he wasn't a demon either, which eased her considerably. “Also you're a—”

Before she could finish, she noticed his guarded expression. It was if he anticipated what she was about to say and prepared to retaliate. Even so, she wasn't scared of the potential outcome.

“An elf? Sorry, I just noticed your ears and… well, where I'm from doesn't have many elves,” she told him, leaving out that she had never heard of elves outside of fiction.

He seemed caught off guard but quickly responded with a smirk.

“Does that intrigue you?” he replied somewhat flirtatiously. “But yes, for your information, I am. You are an… interesting sort, aren't you?” he added, looking her up and down. “A person oblivious to the chaos sweeping across The Sword Coast. Honestly it's kind of pitiful.”

Lexia's eyes lit up in realization. Yes, this made perfect sense. Back in Roricus' hidden room, the map she examined mentioned a location called The Sword Coast. If that was accurate, then she very may well have been transported to this fantasy world. It seemed too good to be true.

“We are near Baldur's Gate, correct?” she asked, attempting to confirm her theory.

“Yes, that's where I was before…” He paused, looking like he didn't want to divulge his recent activities. “Ah, nevermind that. I take it you are in need of a traveling companion? You did mention before you were quite new to the area.”

He doesn't seem the most trustworthy, but having a guide would be nice. Lexia thought as she considered his offer.

“Alright, that would be great then. As long as you don't mind me prying you about these current events,” she began, knowing there was a fair chance he might feed her lies. “And my name is Lexia Erevas. I'm half-human, though the other part shall stay a secret for now,” she smiled playfully, hoping to divert his attention.

“Astarion. The pleasure is all mine. I'll be sure to uncover that little secret of yours later,” he said, voice becoming quite sultry. “I'll take the lead… for now.”

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speculist-rinthi · 2 years

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4, 40 and 44 for as many characters as you want

NICE thank you for the ask, sorry that it took so long to answer! i'll just pick characters for the questions who i can come up with Good answers for (by good i mean like. Interesting. so i'm not just going “uh no” for the answer lmao)

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Answering this for Orion and Rinthi! Orion kind of has two – the moment he was taken away from his parents and sisters has always stuck with him, then those sort of. buried feelings got brought back up again when a member of his warband is killed in action. Unsure on the specifics yet but it’s a pretty messy situation, ultimately provoking Orion to grab Nyfit and get the hell out.

Rinthi had her own various problems with Rata Sum and the colleges, but until she saw what happened to Scarlet Briar and the results of that, she hadn’t put together that she wasn’t the only person who had issues with it. There had been hints, for sure, but ultimately Scarlet cements it for her. It definitely prompts her to be more like. Proactive in trying to help people and to make the world better, and also to be more openly disdainful of authority until they earn her respect.

40. How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Might as well answer this for everyone!

Rinthi is pretty friendly to them. If she sticks around in an area long enough, she often builds a rapport with the local shopkeepers, waiters, bartenders, etc. Travel with her and you get a fair few discounts!

Meanwhile, Muni is. Polite but reserved. He usually lets someone else speak for him or asks for his order or whatever in as few words as he can, which makes him seem a bit gruff but is really just mild nervousness.

Egg is similarly kind of brusque but in a friendlier way? Like. He treats them like a person doing their job and doesn’t really cross that boundary in a way Rinthi might, but he’s nice. He’s much more open in most Shiverpeaks establishments because most of the time he is actually kind of friends with whoever’s working, as a consequence of being a wandering mercenary for a few years and generally helping out.

Calydowan is nice to service workers but sometimes in the moment can forget that they are. You know. Doing their jobs. This is mostly a problem when she’s in like a bar and she tries to get the waiters to do shots with her. Caly I know you mean well but they are on the clock. They do tend to still overall like her even when she’s kind of a lot to deal with because she tips so much due to her near-complete lack of money sense.

Orion does his best to act like a normal person doing normal person things, and to not be particularly memorable if anyone, say, comes asking questions. He’s quiet but polite.

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

HM. Going with Muni for this one – he’s very avoidant of acknowledging his feelings and fears being vulnerable, so it’s rare for him to ever admit anything out loud in so many words. He wouldn’t say “I love you” to someone even if he did mean it, unless the feeling was very strong and/or it was an extreme situation. But if you know him well enough for him to love you, chances are you can tell through subtle hints in his behaviour even if he never says it aloud.

#orion shadowheart #speculist rinthi #muni grimgrave #egg varserk #calydowan #character development hard mode

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t3tsubaby · 3 years

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Well idk if you're still bored in class (or not) then can I ask headcanon college au! (I'm not suprised if there are fangirls in college) of Oikawa meets a fem! S/O that is cold and emotionless? Oh and she could be also harsh if you meet her for the first time. Oikawa tries to flirt and charm her. And when he compliments her she just said "thanks" In a emotionless cold tone and walks away. How would he react that? But her true personality behind doors is unsure of her feelings and finds it difficult to deal with it.

I’m definitely totally not basing this off of my personality at all but this is such a good request tysm!! Also sorry this took so long I had some exams.

Oikawa meeting a cold fem! S/O

Genre: fluff? I think? very cute tho

Word Count: 1.1k

We all know Oikawa grew up with a “coldhearted” best friend Iwa who was and is the definition of tough love

By this, despite everything, Iwaizumi always cared for him, no matter how aggressive he seemed to be

Now despite all of what I just said, I think Oikawa would be kinda shocked that there’s a woman who isn’t charmed by him

There was that one instance that Kiyoko ignored him and he went in full denial mode, so I kinda feel like he would be like this but 10x worse

So you’re both in college and you’re looking to sign up for some clubs and you see that the volleyball team needs a manager

You thought it would be simple and you could not only make friends at your school but you could also make friends with people from other schools at games

You’ve always been called coldhearted and somewhat emotionless and you knew that university was the prime time to make lifelong friends

You considered it a win-win situation

That was of course until Oikawa popped up behind you, all bubbly and flirty(let’s pretend covid doesn’t exist)

He would lowkey kabedon you but just one arm at your side so it’s less creepy considering he’s literally a stranger at this point

“Ah what’re you looking at? Are you looking to be our manager? Now I can play volleyball and look at a pretty girl,” he said with a grin

You moved out of the kabedon and said a quick “Thanks” not smiling and walked away with the application sheet in your hand

Too stunned, Oikawa just stared at your shrinking figure walking away

Okay time skip to when you’re starting to be a manager and learning the ropes of the game

(For the story’s sake let’s pretend that all the Aoba Johsai boys are also on the same college team)

The team teaches you the basic rules, positions, and anything else you need to learn, you are taught by the coach or the internet

You have a journal and a section is dedicated to each player, which you’re able to easily analyze and figure out strengths and weaknesses

And the team absolutely adores you for this

They buy you snacks and do homework with you

And throughout all of this Oikawa’s flirting never stops

And you continue to give no response or a one-worded reply

Oikawa even goes to the lengths of asking his friends how to get you to talk to him

Iwaizumi tells him “Stop bothering her and focus on practice and not hurting your knee,” while dragging him back to the court

The rest of the team agrees and you continue on your managerial duties

You’ve already noticed his knee injury and make sure to keep an eye out for him secretly to make sure he isn’t overworking

Okay so now let’s fast forward to a game

The team is very protective of you because everyone tries to flirt with you because you’re that pretty

You all walk into the gym and are faced with the other team

The boys go ahead and start warmups and you’re approached by the captain of the other team, who just so happens to be your cousin!

You guys start talking and you’re laughing and enjoying speaking to him as the rest of the team stares in shock

Emphasis on kawa because his jaw is actually on the floor

He comes up and grabs your wrist and pulls you a foot away

“Nobody takes my y/n, go back onto your own turf,” and he sticks his tongue out

Before you get a chance to explain he pulls you to the bench where the coach is and sits you down

“Nice and safe now right y/n. I saved the day, for that, I deserve maybe a kiss on the cheek?” he asked with a subtle wink

“No. Go back to warm up, the team is waiting. If I see that your knee is hurting, I’ll bench you for the entire game,” you replied, not even batting an eye at his question.

“Can I get a kiss if I play the whole game without hurting my kn-”

“No. Goodbye,” you shooed him off.

During the game, Oikawa felt his knee feel weak as it pulsated and throbbed but decided to keep his mouth shut and make sure he didn’t show any pain on his face.

The game ended with you guys winning and you all decided to go celebrate with some shave ice

You thanked the other team and said goodbye to your cousin, expecting Oikawa to drag you away but to your surprise, he wasn’t there, nor was he even in the gym

You told the rest of the boys to wait outside and decided to look for Oikawa

After walking around for a bit you noticed a barely lit hallway and saw him curled up into a ball against the wall, crying with his head on his unhurt knee and the other one sticking out

With a closer look, you could see the redness and imagined how much he was hurting

You slowly sat down next to him and pulled out a rapid ice pack

After breaking it, you wrapped it in a towel so it wouldn’t be as cold and gently placed it on his knee

With the change in temperature, Oikawa lifted his head and noticed you tending to his injury

He didn’t say anything, feeling guilty

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I should’ve told y-”

“Shut up,”

You both stayed quiet until you put your hand in his to provide him some comfort

“Y/n seriously I’m so sor-,”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up,” you cut him off again. Worried you were being too intense, you put your head on his shoulder.

He smiled and put his head on top of yours, but planted a kiss before doing so

“Does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend y/n,”

“Maybe if you ask properly,”

He started blushing and used his unoccupied hand to cover his face in embarrassment

“Y/n please be my girlfriend,”

“Okay whatever,” you replied, also feeling embarrassed but smiling

He smiled and leaned his head on yours again

“Thank you for caring for me, I hope to make you happy forever,”

You squeezed his hand, unsure of a reply but Oikawa knew you reciprocated the same feelings.

BONUS:

After 10 minutes of waiting around, Makki decided to go look for you and Oikawa because they were hungry and wanted to leave.

They stuck together and looked around until they saw you two sleeping and holding hands

Groaning, Matsukawa handed $10 to a grinning Iwaizumi who just said “Knew it.”

I hope you enjoyed it!! I may have gone a bit overboard but it was such a cute prompt I just kept on going on with it.

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years

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Hey again! I was the one that requested the domestic one and omg it was amazing! Could I be cheeky and ask of you could write another one? I know, I'm sorry but I'm dying at everything you write! Maybe one where the emerson's are part of vamp family but Michael's older sister moves back in and flirts with the boys but she has a really bad case of baby face and they are unsure of her advances because she looks a bit too young for them? They find out she's older than Michael and just go ahead

I am always taking asks!! Feel free to ask for as much as you want!! God, I love the au that the Emersons joined the vamp fam so this may be a long imagine

Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader That’s the Emersons Baby-Faced Older Sister

You were the oldest of the Emersons. You’d left sunny Arizona for a full-ride scholarship in Ohio, and it had been the worst mistake of your life. The second you got your bachelors degree, you were ready to get the hell out of there. You were nearly twenty-two, and you already felt like you’d missed a thousand opportunities. You swore that if you had to see a cornfield one more time, you were going to blow your brains out.

While you couldn’t return to your home in Phoenix, your mother, Lucy, was more than willing to welcome you back into the nest. They’d moved to Santa Carla, California, and you were doing your best to unpack your bags from your mothers car as you said, “We couldn’t have moved here before I went to college?” You asked, and your mother gave you a look as she handed you one of the boxes. They’d only moved there because your mother had divorced your father, and Sam gave you a look as well. “Way to go, y/n.” He said. Okay, maybe not the best thing you could’ve said.

You spent the day unpacking and arranging your room exactly how you wanted it. You had to admit. It was pretty awesome. Much bigger than your dorm, and you actually had space to stretch out. However, you still had a few boxes left unpacked when your mother knocked on your door.

Your mother told you that you were having a welcome home dinner, which would include her boyfriend and his kids. You hadn’t asked many questions, mainly because you didn’t really want to end up spending your night with either. You wanted to hit the town and roam the boardwalk. Not meet Mr. Rogers and his children. You showered changes into a fresh t-shirt and shorts, and you bounded down the stairs when you heard the sound of a motorbike. Well, motorbikes. You thought your brother, just your brother, had just arrived home, and you hadn’t been able to see him during the day. You met him in the living room, and missed the sight of the little boy and girl walking into the kitchen to greet your mother. When he walked in, you gave him a big hug before punching his arm. It was super lame of him for ditching you for the entire day.

“Nice piercing.” You teased, commenting on his new earring. He scoffed and pushed your head. He joked and asked you how ‘boarding school’ was. It was what he called your college, because when you’d showed him the brochure he’d commented on how it looked like one of those old boarding schools in the upper east-coast. You missed your brothers, and you were happy to talk to them again. You almost hadn’t noticed the boys behind him.

Well, as soon as you did, you had to keep your mouth from dropping. It almost looked as if Michael had become friends with a metal band, and you had to keep yourself from staring too long. They were gorgeous, each in their own way. You had to flirt with them, even if they were Michaels friends. How could you not?

“Who are the local hotties?” You asked and the wild-haired blonde with a laid-back smile and a slight Californian accent replied, “I’m Paul. Who’s the babe?” In almost just as flirty of a tone as you had given them. You smiled, and one of his friends, the curly haired blonde, quickly elbowed him. He had an awesome jacket, but a face practically made for a museum. And that hair? The tied back blonde curls were perfectly styled, and practically begging to have fingers run through them. The brunette sent him a look, and then the blonde besides him replied, “Marko.” The mulleted blonde looked you up and down, as if trying to figure out something. You caught him, and gave him a wink. He was hot, in a punk way. He looked dangerous and almost a little mean, but his eyes were mesmerizing. He narrowed his eyes, and you genuinely couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “I’m David.” He said. From just those two words you could tell he was intense, and his voice was as smooth as silk. The brunette was last, and you didn’t even try to keep your gaze off his exposed abdomen. Nice. “Dwayne.” He said, and you sent him a wide grin. His voice was deep, and he was tall. He loomed like a statue, and his face was perfectly neutral. He was pretty intimidating, those dark eyes practically boring holes into your skin. You really wished you could ditch this lame dinner and spend it with the them instead.

The boys didn’t know what to make of you. You had flirted with them, and they usually would’ve been eager to swoop in. You were cute, and definitely their type. But you were Michaels sister. He hadn’t told them much about you, and the four guessed that was on purpose. More so, they had no idea how old you were. You still had a baby-face, and you were shorter than Sam. They guessed you had to be older than him, but Sam was only fourteen. Wait, fifteen maybe? They couldn’t remember. As far as they knew, you could’ve just been a very flirty sixteen year old and they were not going to make that mistake.

It didn’t help that you continued by supplying your name and saying, “Y’know, guys like yourselves could definitely show a lady around sometime.” It was a not-so-subtle hint, and Paul was dying to respond. He was their biggest flirt, and you definitely had your own silver tongue. He was positive that you had to be at least eighteen. “Oh, yeah?” He asked, and this time it was Dwayne that elbowed him before he could continue. Paul gave him a glare, and Dwayne returned it tenfold. “Yeah, I’d offer tonight, but I have this family thing.” You said, waving your hand and rolling your eyes. Then, David smirked. Oh, you had no idea who they were. This was perfect. And like always, Max had perfect timing.

He’d strode in with a full suit, making you feel a little under-dressed for your own dinner. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hands, and he gave you a wide, dorky smile as he passed the boys and held out his hand. You shook it, and then took the flowers. “You must be y/n. Your mother has told me so much about you.” He said, and you gave him a smile. You wished you could say the same. “I’m Max,” He started. You expected to see some little tykes trailing behind him, but you didn’t see a single one. Instead, he gestured to the four boys besides him. “And I see you’ve already met my boys.” You felt your mouth drop. These were his kids? You stared at them, and you could feel your face go instantly red. Curse your giant mouth. Michael took way too much pleasure in seeing how surprised you were, and you sent him a deadly glare. He couldn’t have warned you? You excused yourself, hiding your escape by saying you wanted to help your mother with dinner. Max offered to come with you, and you thought it would be too rude, and suspicious, to deny him.

You fled into the kitchen, and you were confused when you saw two new faces. Okay, how many kids did this guy have? You were quickly introduced to Star and Laddie, and you sided up to the other girl. She was soft-spoken and kind, and you asked her some questions. Mainly just to get to know the others without having to ask them yourself. You learned that all of them were adopted, and that she was even dating Michael. Okay, that made you feel a little bit better about flirting with the boys. It also made them completely fair game.

All twelve of you couldn’t fit at the dining room table, so you split up. Sam and Laddie were banished to the kids table, and Star stuck to Laddie like glue. This made Michael aim to sit with her as well, and your grandpa decided he was too much of a kid to sit at the ‘adult table’. You were left with Max, your mother, and the four boys. The parental figures took the heads of the table, and you slid into the seat squeezed in-between two other chairs. It’d guarantee that a boy would have to sit on either side of you. Paul tried to sit next to you, but he was quickly pushed away from the seat by the platinum blonde. It was obvious the boys were trying to cock-block him as much as possible, and you thought it was because you were fresh meat and they each wanted you to themselves. Really, it was because Paul couldn’t be trusted. You grinned as David took the seat instead, but he didn’t smile back. You sat between David and Marko, while Dwayne and Paul sat on the other side.

You all begun eating, and Max began asking you all types of questions. You answered them, but you weren’t really paying attention to the conversation. Instead, you were playing footsies with Paul. Well, trying. You were dragging your foot up his leg, and he’d nearly choked when you started. He excused himself, saying something about the bathroom as he left the table. Paul went in there just to give himself a pep talk and remind himself that you were Michaels sister, making you his as well. Just as quickly as he reminded himself that, he said, “Well, Stars technically his sister and he fucks her all the time.” He stayed in the bathroom as he mulled over the morally vagueness of the situation.

You grinned, and next you tried Marko. You gave him a sweet smile as you reached out to touch his jacket. You complimented it, and then your hands trailed up to his hair. It’d been a ghost of a touch, but you asked him what he used to style it. He tried to seem unbothered as you touched his curls, but then you gently rubbed your leg against his. The boy had dropped his fork, and everyone looked at him. You stifled your laugh, and he became flustered as he picked it off the floor and excused himself to go get a new one. You rolled your eyes. Marko was doing his best to ignore you before, but you weren’t making it easy. He went into the kitchen and the ‘kids table’ gave him confused looks when they saw how flustered he was. The two blondes were gone, and you were running out of options.

So, you reached over and gave Davids thigh a light squeeze. He stilled, almost impossibly so. You trailed your hand up further and gave him another, and then he glared at you. He knocked your hand off his leg, but he didn’t get up like the others. David had far more self control than either of the two other blondes. He didn’t need to excuse himself to collect himself. Hell, he was almost impressed by your bravery. David didn’t care that you were Michaels sister. Michael had stolen Star from him, so he actually thought it would be quite fitting if he did the same to him with you. He just needed to know that you were legal first.

You set your eyes on the brunette, and he’d arched a brow at you when your eyes met his. You commented on his piercing and complimented it, and then lifted the edge of your shirt as you told them that you were thinking about getting a belly button piercing yourself. You’d done it just to expose some skin, and Dwayne’s eyes quickly flicked down to your stomach. He nodded, but he didn’t say a word as he quickly looked anywhere except at you. You were hell of a tease, and Dwayne refused to give in

You let your shirt drop when your mother asked you why, and when, you planned on getting one. Your mother wasn’t the judgemental type, and you cooly said, “Oh, just as a birthday present to myself. I’m older than Michael and even he has more piercings than I do.”

Marko and Paul had just returned to the table when those words fell from your lips, and all of the boys paused for a moment. You were older than Michael. Definitely legal age. And you were definitely into them. All of them, it seemed. They’d been holding back before, but now every bit of restraint they had quickly left the building.

Marko touched your hair gently just as you’d done to him, and hid the action by mentioning your unpierced ears. He trailed his fingers along your neck and leaned in close as you talked. As soon as that was brought up, Dwayne offered to pierce them for you. He offered to pierce your belly-button as well. That was one way to get you out of your shirt, and the slight smirk he gave you told you that was exactly what he had in mind. Pauls leg rubbed against yours, and you didn’t hesitate to reciprocate the action. He gave you a wolfish grin, and even managed to keep up the conversation as he did. It was all topped off when Davids hand gripped your thigh. He wasn’t shy, and he even managed to worm his hand between your legs. He gripped your inner thigh and lightly traced his fingers over the exposed skin, and it took every ounce of willpower to not be a blushing, embarrassed mess from the onslaught of attention from all four of them

Both of your parents, a term loosely given to Max, were oblivious, and they even seemed happy that you were getting along with them so well. Once dinner was finished, you invited them upstairs to show them your room. It was completely under the guise of showing them your wicked music and comic collection, and perhaps having them help you finish packing since someone *cough* Michael *cough* had conveniently been gone the entire day so some of the heavier boxes and your TV (it only played vhs’ but it was better than nothing) hadn’t been brought up. Your parents didn’t see any harm. If it had just been one of them, they would’ve been suspicious. But all four? What could go wrong? Three of them grabbed a box and Dwayne carried your tv, and you told them where they could place everything. Michael was the only one who seemed concerned when Paul kicked the door to your room closed, but he was too distracted by Star to go investigate

At first, you really did unpack. Well, the boys looked through your stuff, and took them out of the boxes. Marko had snagged your box of comics, and he commented on the hefty collection. You told him that Sam had gotten his love of comics from you. Paul had gotten your box of vinyl and cassettes, and he was pouring through them and geeking over some of your heavy metal albums. Dwayne was doing his best to help set up your tv, and David had grabbed your box of vhs tapes. Once you and brunette has succeeded in getting it working, David popped a tape in. To add more noise, Paul put on one of your casettes into the boom box in your room. You had set up the tv on your desk, which was at the very end of your bed.

The two blondes didn’t move from their spots on the floor, and Dwayne sat on the floor with them. He leaned back against your bed, and David took off his boots and shed his coats before he was climbing onto it to sit at the headboard. He arched a brow at you, and you didn’t have to guess where this was going to go. You grinned as you climbed onto it with him, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

Sam had, unfortunately, come to collect a comic you had promised to give him once you got back about twenty minutes later, and had opened your door to find you underneath and in a passionate lip-lock with the platinum blonde while the others seemed to be patiently waiting for their turns.

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delusion-of-negation · 3 years

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Oh I didn't mean like a romantic relationship, I meant like relationships in general. Basically I have this weird situation going on: I have a pal and they don't want anything serious right now but they like to be friends with benefits with others, like with several people. I know of at least 3 they have a sexual thing going on with. Cue me, I'm trying to flirt with them, cuz I too would like to have sexual relations with this person. Now the thing is I suck at communication just like my father, so instead of saying anything (what the hell would I even say?? "Fuck me like one of your casual sex polycule members"?) I just keep dropping hints and at this point I'm unsure if they get that and simply refuse to either accept or reject my advances, or if they just... aren't getting it. That's what I need to help figure out, like I want your opinion on this.

Because honestly I wouldn't actually care if things were clear, but they aren't. Like sometimes we kiss? Sometimes on the mouth? But it's always just brief like some sort of Victorian repressed woman' kiss and most of the time I initiate it. So it's like,,,maybe they aren't interested, but I can't be sure. But that's what's driving me crazy, like, ok, I don't mind being "just" pals but I gotta know it, I gotta know what to expect here. Here comes the absurd hint dropping and again I personally think that if somebody dropped hints like that on me I'd get what's going on, but I'm not sure about the objective verdict, which is why I'm asking. So this pal knows that a lot of the time I give one of my characters an issue I have, like pretty much any weird internal shit you read in my anything is a part of me for better or worse. They are aware of that and they also read my stories and poetry, and I read theirs. So I wrote a chapter where some stuff irrelevant to this particular ask happens, but mainly one of the characters has like a pretty long dialogue (that's actually plot-relevant, I may insert my stuff into my stories but always in a way that will be for something) about her not really caring about the kind of relationship she'll have with someone, as long as the other person makes it clear what they feel towards her. Like she says that she wouldn't care if the guy she loves didn't love her as long as he was like "Yeah I don't want you like that, you don't turn me on, but we can continue to hang out." and etc. So that was like, the first hint but they only commented on a different character at one point asking someone else what she'd do if she didn't have her current husband (because to them it sounded like foreshadowing of a murder attempt, which wasn't my intention but that character does in fact try to kill said husband later so...). And then I like wrote this really raunchy poem, which is something I like never do, I've never even written romance before, no sex, no actual on-scene romance, I just don't write that. And it's in first person so one could assume that the narrator is me. And it's all like about wanting a casual fling with no strings, and about how I (the narrator) wants to be on the same level as all the other people the other unnamed person in the poem is seeing. And my pal read it,right? And they were like "I really like this one, this one slaps, it's super horny. I really like it.". And like...what the hell does it mean??? What does it all mean? Because I'd expect an acceptance or rejection to be way more clear. Are they just trying to ignore all of that?? Do they genuinely just not get the hints?? Are they being vague on purpose in hopes of me just stopping trying??

honestly, those are actually pretty subtle hints, and if someone was doing that I'd probably be starting to think "is that a hint?" but also "that's so subtle I'm probably reading into it and there is every chance if I ask they'll reject me and I'll feel like a dumbass with a huge ego". what may be a good idea is to just say "hey, do you want to try a friends with benefits thing? I'd like to." because this kind of hint dance can go on and on if nobody takes the first step to put the ego on the line and make it explicit, y'know? or just "are you aware that was a hint?" if going full on head first into the point feels too jarring for you to say. honestly they probably wouldn't be like kissy kissy with you if they were gonna recoil at the idea of doing more kissy kissy with you.

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anobscurename · 4 years

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ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XIV — masterlist

concept: the second night at the hamptons. you finally confess your feelings, but in the only way you know how. the slowest of slow burns. part fifteen of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1,2k

warnings: fluff and angst, maybe tears (i cried)

author's note: this is it. this is the singular scene and song that inspired this entire story. this one is dedicated to @efferuse and billie eilish :)

An unhealthy coping mechanism, that was what it was.

You could acknowledge that, but when you knocked back another shot – unsure of whether it was tequila or vodka anymore – and became a little bit more numb, you knew it was a necessary evil.

It was your newfound secret to loosening up and being more at ease around them, in spite of that little stab of pain in your chest every now and then when you'd spot the tiny – to innocent bystanders – yet utterly monumental – to you – signs of affection between the happy couple. The loving smiles that crinkled the corners of his eyes, the hand holding, the protective cuddle of his arm around her...

You had other people to speak to, and to hold your attention, and it didn't hurt as much. But that night...

You had been known to sing around the house sometimes, and were a little adept at the ukelele. Chris had heard you playing late at night when he'd get home from set, singing softly to Dodger. It always made him smile a little to himself, not that you'd noticed. But you knew he knew about your little hobby, seeing as on more than one occasion he'd seen you playing on the couch and – sometimes – he'd even join you and just listen, Dodger's head on his lap. You hadn't minded then, but you certainly minded now when he brought it up.

"Can we get some music going?" Sebastian groaned, rifling through the cooler box you had all managed to drag outside to the fire pit.

Chris gave you a mischievous smile, and you already knew what was about to be said.

"No. No. Christopher Robert Evans–"

"I know a little someone who–"

"–I swear to God I will–"

"–can play the uke!"

"–castrate you!"

Both of you had been a jumble of trying to talk over one another, you threatening his very possibility for future children and him outing your hidden talent. Or lack thereof. There was a reason you didn't really play for large audiences.

But they hadn't heard you, they had heard only him, and soon enough, everyone was asking – no, begging – for one song, just one song.

Maybe the alcohol had made you compliant enough to say yes, or maybe you knew they'd never let it go – whatever the reason was, you retrieved the ukelele from your room and sat down in front of the firepit once more, completing the seated circle around the soft ember glow. You had brought it with you, because what's a beach house vibe without some uke?

A song to sing... You battled your mind, trying to find one, just a single song to sate the people. Your fingers absentmindedly moved along the chords as you thought and...

One look at Chris, a soft, encouraging smile on his lips, and suddenly the perfect song came to mind. Looking down and away, you cleared your throat, and began to strum.

And then, in the gathered hush of the backyard, fire crackling and ocean waves crashing in the distance, you began to sing:

I've been watching you

For some time

You glanced up, fingers dancing over the strings. You found yourself magnetically drawn to Chris' gaze.

Can't stop staring

At those ocean eyes

He was transfixed, your voice, the music, that look you were giving him. It was like there was no one else in the universe, just you, and him, and that song. He swallowed thickly, his heart heavy and pounding dully in his chest.

Burning cities

And napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

You knew it was wrong, to be doing this. But no song was going to capture the emotion you felt, at that very moment. Not like this. This song was too perfect to let pass, unsung. A mirror to your mind.

Your ocean eyes

You finally managed to tear your own eyes away and take a quick glance at everyone else. They were watching, smiling, listening in hushed awe. Feeling like it was better to look down, you continued to play, teasing the melody from taut strings.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

You were staring blankly now, and although all eyes were on you, you only really cared about one pair, one pair of ocean blue eyes. But she was there, and she was kind, and beautiful, and she was who he belonged with. She was who he was with.

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

It was almost magic, some deep impulse to look at him again. You were completely and utterly drawn to him. But he wasn't smiling anymore. He had a new look on his face, one you couldn't quite discern behind a heated gaze. But you had a song to finish, and that look could be puzzled through later.

I've been walking through

A world gone blind

You finally managed to look at her, and she was nodding along, smiling, blissfully unaware of your emotions. Of the meaning behind the words. Of why you had chosen this incredibly relevant song.

Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind

What was that look he was giving you? What did it mean? He seemed deep in thought, as if something was bothering him. His brow was creased, pensive and attentive, eyes flickering over every micro movement you made, piecing together a puzzle that he had never really thought to piece together before. A puzzle that had seemed unfathomable to him. Fuck, did he know? Well, it wasn't like you were being subtle. Not with a song all about falling for someone with ocean eyes, and his were as blue as they come. Oceanic. Ugh, why had you not just kissed him? It would've been less obvious. You hid your growing panic by continuing. Just make it through, and try not to look at him again. Simple...

Careful creature

Made friends with time

He left her lonely with a diamond mind

And those ocean eyes

Easier said than done, your eyes travelled to his, and they met, and suddenly, it was like an understanding was passing between the two of you. You weren't being dramatic. He knew. He knew, and your heart was aching, and it looked like he knew that too. He knew how you had felt. Still felt. And if you let yourself admit it... how you'd probably always feel. But not only that. One quick glance at her, and it was like she knew too. The smile was gone from her lips, and you felt a wave of nausea hit you like a ten ton truck.

The last chorus left your lips shakily, but no less beautifully, and you were quick to silence yourself when it was finally done, setting the uke aside.

Uproarious applause broke the stillness from the other guests, Chris smiling tensely and clapping softly, but she didn't move. Didn't even blink.

But in spite of all that, you couldn't help but remember the way he looked at you. That realization. That little twinkle of something deliciously mysterious and unknown in those ocean eyes.

The tears in your own eyes hadn't registered until now. But, like a dam spilling over from heavy rainfall, tears were streaming, and you couldn't stop them.

"{Your name?}" Chris said softly, leaning forward. He was barely audible over the chatter of the other guests – who, after the conclusion of the song, had gone back to their idle drunken conversations – but you heard him. Concern laced his voice, evident in his eyes, his furrowed brow. "Are you okay?"

You waved him off dismissively, disguising your sniffle with a strained chuckle. "Yeah, just some smoke from the fire got in my eye."

You quickly stood, and used the replacement of your uke in your room as an excuse to exit the sudden tensities of the situation.

From the corner of your eye you saw Chris, worried, begin to rise – to check on you, no doubt – but she shot out a quick hand, lacing her fingers with his. She shook her head ever so slightly, but the intention was clear: don't go to her, stay with me.

Your heart sank with his silhouette as you watched him sit back down beside her, welcoming her into his arms as they looked out to the beach. His choice was clear. As was your rejection.

You shut your door behind you and cursed yourself for being so stupid. In what world was that a good idea? You basically serenaded him. You had finally given yourself away – truly, madly, deadly – and for what?

A mournful sob escaped your lips, one you fought to stifle with your hand to your mouth. Back pressed against the door, you sank to the floor, too weak to keep standing. Too weak to continue the charade.

And just like that, you broke.

You finally broke, because you knew you'd lost him.

Lost him, and his ocean eyes.

#chris evans/you #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #dina writes #chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans fluff

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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CURSED: CHAPTER FIVE

"Had I known how to save a life"

Kai Parker x OC!Mack Grace

Series synopsis: "We're both cursed, in a way."

We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?

Chapter summary: there’s a party

Warnings: ben is a douche, Kai is kinda sweet

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

It had been about 20 minutes since they realised Nicole was alive and a lot had happened, Mack had broken into more tears and an ambulance had arrived. The fire engine had retrieved Nicole and she was on her way to the hospital, everyone else either stood around awkwardly in shock or heading home. Mack leant against a tree and sunk to her knees covering her face with her hands. She sat there for god knows how long. She hadn't seen Kai or Ben since the almost fight and she didn't particularly want to either. She looked up a someone cleared their throat.

"Need a hand?" Kai said - almost shyly - holding his hand towards her. Mack stared into his eyes but didn't move, before Kai sighed and extended his hand further. "C'mon Kenz, I don't bite." She carefully put her hand in his and Kai yanked Mack to her feet, pulling her close to him and whispering in her ear. "At least not unless you want me to." His hot breath fanned across her face and Mack looked away turning red. Kai stepped back and winked, backing away.

No matter the situation, Kai always managed to make Mack so flustered and it annoyed the shut out of her. Why? Why him of all people? Mack sighed, annoyed and walked towards Ben's car, before noticing it was gone.

"Need a ride?" Kai's cocky voice sounded from behind her. Mack threw her head back before looking back up and putting on a fake smile and turning to face him.

"No- yes. Please." She said quickly, a smirk breaking into Kai's face and he gestured for Mack to follow him. His unlocked his jeep and let Mack inside before going to his side of the car and climbing in.

Mack rested her head back against the seat and the tears suddenly fell. She was so close today, too close. Kai froze.

"You okay, Kenz?" You could slightly heat the concern in his voice. She clenched her eyes shut and pressed her lips together before turning to Kai and shaking her head. "Hey, hey. It's fine. She didn't die, it's not your fault, Kenz. It's that jackass you call a boyfriend." She nodded and he placed a tentative hand on her shoulder, not sure what to do.

"It's not fine, Kai." She spat through the tears, breaking down into even more.

"Shhhh, okay it's not fine. But it's still not your fault." He reassured her, before pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her. The embrace was awkward at first, but they both melted into it soon enough. Kai's hand ran through Mack's messy hair and he rubbed her back soothingly, trying to make her calm again.

As the tears subsided Mack pulled away and wiped her now wet eyes before sitting back into her seat. Kai's Starr was still on her.

"You need anything?" His voice was unsure.

"Just take me home, please."

The sun leaking through the slight gap in the curtains made Mack's eyes fluttered open. She groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers back over her head. But they were yanked back down straight away.

"Ah ah ah sweetheart, you don't want to miss breakfast do you?" The sound of Kai's voice from beside her made Mack shoot up and instantly look under the covers. Clothes were on. But they were not what she was wearing last night. She was in one of Kai's AC/DC T-shirts and her underwear. Shit. She looked to the side to see a grinning Kai laying over the covers with his hands folded behind his head and his ankles casually crossed. Her eyebrows pulled together as she spoke.

"Why am I-" Kai cut her off before she could get any further.

"In completely different clothes to last night? I thought you'd be uncomfortable in a wet suit." Kai's smirk was evident through the insistent grin.

"You saw me naked?!" Mack almost screeched with wide eyes, holding the covers over her chest.

"Maybe." His grin was now a full-blown smirk. Mack made a noise of disbelief before slapping his arm and scrambling out of the bed, trying to hold the covers over her half-naked body but failing. Her feet twisted with the dark blue sheets and her shoulder collided with the wall.

"Ouch." Kai mused through his hysterical laughter and Mack stumbled into the adjoined bathroom and kicked the door shut with her foot, shouting a muffled 'fuck off!' as she did so.

Once getting into the bathroom Mack instantly spotted her wet suit and bikini top on the floor. Mack double checked the door was locked before tugging the t-shirt over her head and putting her cloths from yesterday back on. A sudden knock on the door made her jump.

"You know, wet suits are uncomfortable. I could always lend you some clothes." Kai shouts from the other side of the door. Mack sighed and unlocked it.

"Really?" She asked hopefully, popping her head round the side. Kai thrust an armful of clothes towards her and Mack backed into the bathroom to get changed. "Thanks."

"No problem, you look sexy in my clothes anyway." Kai winked and Mack scoffed before rolling her eyes and closing the door.

A minute later she walked out clad in light grey sweats and another one of Kai's t-shirts, this was a black Nirvana one.

"Kai?"

"Yes, Kenz."

"Why am I not home?" For some reason Mack hadn't asked that question yet.

"You fell asleep in the car and I felt too bad to wake you so I took you back to mine." Kai said with a fake pout.

"You felt bad? Wow. Funny." Mack scoffed. "Wait. I slept in your bed, which means-" Kai cut her off again.

"I slept on the couch." He finished for her, flashing a smile of innocence. Mack's mouth was still open. She closed it after a second and frowned.

"Oh."

"You want a ride home?"

"I thought you said breakfast was ready."

"I did, and I lied. I just didn't know how you'd react to being woken up and I was bored." Mack rolled her eyes at Kai's words and picked up her stuff.

"Sure. Take me home." Kai stayed on the bed. "Please." He jumped up and brushed past her and out the door.

"Whatever you say babe." Mack stopped in her tracks.

"Babe? That's what you've resorted to now?" The disbelief her her voice clear.

"Well, you told me you didn't like princess, so..." Kai trailed off and grinned before continuing his was down the stairs.

"Where's Jo? And your parents?" Mack wondered as Kai locked the door.

"They're away for the week." He said simply.

"The whole week? Without you?" Mack pushed.

"I didn't want to go. It's some family thing - there's always something happening." He shrugged, getting into his car.

"Oh." Mack could've think of anything else to say.

"So I'm having a bunch of people round mine tonight, wanna come?" Kai asked with a smirk. Mack shook her head and tried to hide her laugh.

"I'll pass. Hanging out with you're lot never works out well for me." Mack snorted.

"'My lot'? What's that, Kenz?" Kai tilted his head questioningly.

"You know, the popular kids. The jocks and self-obsessed bitches that gossip and call themselves pretty." Kai raised a brow.

"Self-obsessed bitches who think they're pretty? What'd they do to you?" Kai laughed. Mack crossed her arms and scoffed. "That bad?!" He continued laughing.

"I meant what I said. I used to be part of that crowd, realised they were awful and graduating school was more important so I left." Mack defeated. All Kai did in response was nod.

"Here we are, babe." Kai pulled into Mack's drive and brought the car to a stop. She rolled her eyes but said nothing.

"Thanks." Mack said before getting out the car and walking into the house.

"Think about tonight! It's starts at 8!" Kai shouted before driving off.

"Mack!" Kim shouted. Mack groaned and padded over to her door, flinging it open and shouting back.

"What?!" Mack answered with a bored voice.

"Ben's here! He's coming up!" Kim replied and sauntered off, letting Ben make his way up the stairs.

"Hey babe." Ben greeted as he walked through her door, placing a chaste kiss on Mack's lips. She cringed internally and turned away, plopping back down onto her bed. "Get changed. We're going to Kai's." Ben spoke.

"W-What? I already told him I wasn't going." Mack defended.

"Since when are you hanging out with Kai? And hurry up, we need to be there in 20 minutes." Ben's tone was demanding.

"He took me home last night after you disappeared." Ben rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "And I'm not just gonna up and leave because you tell me too." Ben's expression was over taken with rage.

"Yes. You. Are. You never go out with me and people are starting to think you're not into me. You're coming." With that Mack gave up, scared to anger her boyfriend further. She pulled some cloths out her drawer and put them on, discarding her pyjamas on her unmade bed and walking over to Ben. He pulled her into him, making Mack gasp, and brushed his hand over her cheekbone before trailing it over her curves and grabbing her ass. "Mmmm, you look sexy. I can't wait to tear this off you later." Ben whispered in her ear before intertwining their hands and pulling her out of the room with him.

As they pulled into Kai's drive Mack slipped out the car and waited for Ben, who wrapped his arm around her waist and led Mack to the front door. He knocked loudly and the door soon swung open, revealing Kai, who's head was facing away from them.

"Sure, just don't go in Jo's room - she gets cranky if everything isn't perfect." Kai shouted down the hall to someone in the house. Mack soon spotted the couple rush up the stairs and she put two-and-two together. "Hey guys." Kai greatest with a smile as he turned back to them, shooting Mack a subtle wink when he saw her and making her cheeks flush. "Come on in. Mi Casa es su Casa." He said, stepping to the side and holding his arm out as an invitation.

The couple ventured into the house, walking their way to the living room where around 10 of Ben's friends were sat with red solo cups in their hands all laughing at something someone had said.

"Ben! My man!" A guy called Mitchell shouted as he clapped Ben on the back, who was already smiling and greeting all his friends. The two found a place on the sofa, where Ben pulled Mack into himself further. Kai sat down on Mack's other side - not before handing both of them a drink and sending her a smirk as she looked his way. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the girl sat on a bean bag on the opposite side of the coffee table that occupied the centre of the room.

"Who wants to play truth or dare?" She slurred slightly. Cheers hollered through the room and eventually everyone had agreed. "Okay, Matthew. Who's the sexiest girl in this room?" The girl started. Matthew surveyed the room, before his eyes landed on a girl Mack new as Sophia. He bit his lip, giving her a once over and winking.

"It's gotta be Sophia, baby." He called back and the boys laugh, Sophia giggling and blushing slightly. "Right, my turn." Matthew looked over everyone until he saw Kai. "Okay, new guy. Best sex you've ever had?" Kai shook his head.

"For-fit, give me the dare, dude." His ever-present smirk was still there but he looked sheepish, almost. Lots of 'ooooo's and 'that bad?'s came from the crown of teens.

"Okay, I dare you to take off an item of clothing." Matthew orders. Kai grins and pulls his t-shirt over his head, leaving it on the floor and sitting back into the couch. Mack felt herself keep giving his toned, bare chest glances and had to stop herself, instead focusing on the next dare. She missed the first part but caught the end of it.

"Courtney, I dare you to take off your panties and give them to the guy in this room you'd be most likely to smash." Kai said with an evil smirk, looking in the direction of a blonde girl who was wearing a short black skirt and crop top. Her cheeks flushed red and she stood up, removing her underwear and shyly walking over to a guy Mack didn't know the name off. Courtney placed the fabric in his hand before sitting back down, crossing her legs awkwardly.

Mack zoned out for a while, only snapping back to reality when she heard Ben's name.

"Ben, what's the dirtiest thing you've ever done with Mack?" One of the guys asked with a sly expression. Mack looked down at her hands and twiddled her thumbs, feeling everyone's gaze on her. She drowned out Ben's response the second she heard him start.

"Well Mack does this thing with..." she didn't listen to the rest. There was a chorus of cheers and 'no way!'s before Ben settles back into the seat. "Okay babe, what's your dirtiest secret?" Ben asked, nudging her side playfully. That I want to see Kai Parker over me, she thought instantly. She shook herself out of it quickly.

"Um, pass. D-dare please." She said sheepishly.

"Okay, I dare you to take off your bra." Ben said, kissing her cheek and winking at her. Mack leant forward, reaching around her back and unclasping her bra. She pulled the material from under her shirt and threw it on the floor. She heard someone shout 'the old Mack is back!' and everyone laughed, even her. Mack felt herself grow a bit more comfortable, like she used to be. She turned to the girl that started and asked:

"Okay, Tracy, what's your biggest fear?" Tracy refuses to answer. "Fine. Down 5 shots of the strongest alcohol Kai has in the house." Kai shook his head, grinning, beside her and pushed himself up, soon returning with some shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He set them out on the table and poured the shots.

Mack's attention was drawn to Ben who started kissing her neck, moving his hand to her inner thigh.

"Let's go somewhere a little more private." He whispered in her ear, pulling the girl up to standing. He held her hand in his, dragging her away from the living room and towards the stairs. As they turned the corner Mack caught Kai's eye, who looked almost disappointed to see her leaving with her boyfriend. His look soon turned to one of sympathy and Mack gulped, turning back to look at her boyfriend who wore a dark expression.

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8 Untold Signs Of Narcissist People

Sometimes the signs of narcissism aren't so obvious and narcissists fly under our radar. Not every narcissist may be a puffed-up addict or a Mean Girl like Regina George. If they were, we could see the signs from a mile away and steer clear. No, many narcissists are sensitive, thoughtful, and generous – until the charade wears off, of course.

That's why it's so important to know the subtle signs of narcissism that you simply won't notice until it's too late and they've sucked you into their region.

What's the Difference Between an Overt and Covert Narcissist?

Many people tend to consider narcissists as having extroverted personalities. They're flamboyant and demand to be the middle of attention – how are you able to miss them?

The truth is, introverts also can be narcissists. These are those who fool us into their web of manipulation.

"They're not self-absorbed – they're just sensitive!"

"They're not a nasty friend – they're just misunderstood!"

After forming a relationship with a covert narcissist, you realize that this sensitivity and isolation were, in fact, signs of narcissism. Since the signs weren't so obvious, however, you completely misjudged things.

8 Signs of Narcissism You Can't-Miss

Since the covert narcissist is best at hiding their abusive behavior, it's important to know the subtle cues that give them away.

1. They'll Never Utter the Phrase "I Don't Know"

I once knew a narcissist who was so averse to the present phrase that he would rather give someone dangerously incorrect answers than admit to not knowing something. He was confident in his woefully wrong answers, too.

Why do this?

Answering an issue with "I don't know" deprives the narcissist of important attention. The person seeking a solution will simply advance to somebody else who might help them. That's an enormous ego hit.

That's why you'll often find narcissists rambling on about topics they need no business speaking on.

2. They Are A Nasty Friend

The narcissist is usually a nasty friend but you'll typically find them playing the victim. confirm to urge all sides of the story if you're unsure.

What are some red flag signs of narcissism that indicate the suspect may be a narcissist?

• They get irritated when their friends invite help or advice.

• They don't bother to call or text their friends on birthdays or holidays.

• They don't return borrowed items. (A sign of entitlement.)

• They owe their friends money. they'll downplay this as "not an enormous deal."

• They embarrass their friends ahead of others.

• They hunt down or entertain their friends' partners or love interests.

They also treat waitstaff or service workers poorly. This is a dead giveaway. run the hills. Anyone who disrespects waitstaff or service workers views people as "beneath" them. Soon, you'll be a part of the inferiors also.

3. They Need To Insert Themselves Into Every Story

A covert narcissist might not demand everyone's attention. They will, however, still find how to form everything about them. an outsized part of this strategy involves inserting themselves into every story.

Is a coworker talking about their experience with homelessness? The narcissist, too, features a story about being poor.

Is a lover talking about his amazing trip to Vietnam? The narcissist also had a friend who visited Vietnam. And guess what? She heard it wasn't so great.

No matter the subject, the narcissist features a remarkable skill for turning the eye their way – regardless of how innocuous it'd seem.

4. They're Sensitive

At first, you'll appreciate their ability to freely express emotions. this is often an excellent tactic narcissists use to lure empathetic people into their trap.

Maybe a fast-food worker got their order wrong and therefore the narcissist hasn't shut up about it all day. Maybe their boss asked them to prevent playing on their phone such a lot and now the narcissist is crying about it over dinner.

As time goes on, you'll realize that the narcissist isn't vulnerable and sensitive: their fragile ego can't handle honest mistakes and valid criticism. To the narcissist, these are personal attacks.

5. They Form Relationships Based On What Someone Can "Do for Them"

If you're at a celebration and therefore the suspected narcissist suggests you ask someone because they will help together with your career or financial situation, don't ignore it. They aren't trying to assist you: they're letting you in on their game.

Narcissists tend to make shallow friendships that supported what people can do for them. You'll often find narcissists make friends with horribly toxic people simply because these folks have money, own bars, or offers career opportunities.

6. Their Stories Don't Match Reality

Both the overt and covert narcissist has an inflated sense of self. The thing is, they believe their lies. As a result, you'll often find they recall stories much differently than the situations played out.

If you notice that the suspect constantly reframes stories to form themselves the hero or victim, retreat fast – this is often one among the various signs of narcissism. By changing the story to suit their narrative, the narcissist is gaslighting everyone else involved.

It's not cute or funny to constantly need to correct them. Sooner or later, they'll start gaslighting you, too.

7. They Observe and Judge

"There's no way she will be a narcissist. When we're out with friends, she barely says ten words!"

I hear it all the time. By sitting back and observing everyone, however, the covert narcissist is silently taking notes and judging. I'm sure you heard all about her observations on the car ride home.

The narcissist must feel superior to everyone around them. this is often easy to try to do once you don't open your mouth to interact in conversation and instead sit back to require notes about everyone's shortcomings.

8. They Only Hear Bits and Pieces of Your Stories

Does it desire the suspected narcissist just isn't. listening? They're probably not. And if they're, they don't care.

Maybe you spent ten minutes venting to your mother about how you didn't get that promotion at work because you showed up late one solitary time with a legitimate reason. How did she respond? "Well, maybe you'll remember to point out up on time from now on."

You can't be the victim. Only the narcissist is often the victim.

You see this ton with narcissist parents or partners who listen only enough to toss stuff back in your face later.

How to Turn the Tables on a Narcissist?

Perhaps you've gone on a couple of dates with someone or a replacement coworker joined your team. you think they'll be a narcissist but you aren't entirely sure.

After all, the covert narcissist is especially cunning at hiding the more obvious signs of narcissism. Here's the way to turn the tables on a narcissist and obtain them to show themselves.

• Play along. Don't give the suspected narcissist room to regulate their manipulation tactics – play stupid and pretend you completely believe them. Use this chance to document their behavior.

• Remain indifferent. If you want to continue handling an overt or covert narcissist for reasons out of your control, act indifferent to their behavior. The narcissist wants to use your emotions against you. If you don't give them anything to figure with, they'll seek their fix elsewhere.

• Find Support: this might only include one or two people you trust. open up to someone who will validate and believe you.

At the top of the day, the sole thanks to truly turn the tables on a narcissist are to chop them off completely. If that they had any real intentions of adjusting, they might have done so already.

The narcissist won't suddenly see things your way. If they ever do, it's – a) for a fleeting moment and b) to use against you later. Don't believe the conflicting information you would possibly see from other websites or therapists – the narcissist will never change.

With a mental disease, a chemical imbalance within the brain may cause different disturbances that manifest as depression, anxiety, and lots of others. Although complex, mental illnesses tend to reply well to medication because it targets the physical root of the problem: like a chemical imbalance. Though it's been determined that a lot of mental illnesses like depression and anxiety are frequently caused by unresolved emotional trauma, often dating as far back as childhood.

Personality disorders occur due to a repetitive stimuli-reward environment. At some point in their life, the narcissist realized they might elicit specific reactions and emotions from people – and it felt good and helped them achieve their self-fulfilling agendas.

Anything but cutting them out of your life will offer you a mental and emotional breakdown.

No Contact is that the Only Way to Packing Up A Narcissist

Many narcissists have always been this manner – whilst far back as their teenage or childhood years. If you're handling a narcissist, you can't and will not expect them to vary their behavior now or ever.

Treatment for personality disorders often involves things like cognitive behavioral therapy. In many cases, a narcissist can also suffer from other mental illnesses like depression or substance use disorder. (You've probably heard extensively about these problems, too, when the narcissist needs your sympathy or someone responsible .)

ىDespite this, there's little evidence to suggest therapy works for narcissists as personality disorders are notoriously difficult to treat. the primary step to getting assistance is to admit a drag exists – the narcissist will never believe they need or are a drag.

No Contact is that the only option.

Trust in yourself and your network. Because once you get to the opposite side and stick with No Contact, you'll be amazed by all the amazing belongings you can accomplish.

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I'm back with more of the rarest ship because I've had an epiphany.

May I please requests Ninnguang seeing Diluc, her crush, falling asleep during a visit to her place and so she gently covers him up in a blanket.

But then Diluc, now half awake but not conscious enough to recognize reality, pulls her into his arms and falls asleep again treating her like a teddy bear.

Here you go! Ended up making this more than what was requested lol

[[ Summary: Ningguang excitedly invited Diluc over, but his mind slips from him, and she fusses until he relents... And eventually, in rest his mind slips from him again and forces Ningguang to sink deeper into her affections.

Word Count: 2'420 ]]

Ningguang had invited Diluc over once again, she was... perhaps a little too eager to see him again. It had only been two weeks, and a full day's travel to even get between the city of Mondstadt and Liyue harbor, but she should try, shouldn't she?

She invited him to her place once again, this time to stay the night due to the long trek it was to even come to Liyue, and she wanted to discuss the second Jade Chamber with him-- mostly, she was curious about what he would think. Would he enjoy it? Despise it?

Ah, no, she adored her Jade Chamber, but she shouldn't limit herself to his ideas. He was quite smart, however, even if oblivious at times... He could offer valuable insight...

She looked out the window, it was mostly nature, rather than an overarching view of Liyue... True, she chose a place away from most people... Interacting with people, especially ones she did not know... oh, it felt dreadful. She... felt a little more sympathetic to Diluc, he had mused about how hard it was to interact with people... But he had no Jade Chamber to reside above the rest of the world, to be away and distant with only a select few that he would tolerate.

I should have a large guest room in the Jade Chamber, she thought, writing the idea down, If not for Diluc, a place for any who feel the need to be alone and away from the world.

She knew, deep down, it would be for him... oh, what a fool she was...

Ningguang turned back to look at the clock-- Diluc was an hour late at this point... She could only sigh...

He did say he was going to come, he was very clear that he would, and that he was excited to see her... Well, if she was being honest, much of it was 'business talk', a set of lines you must say to anyone you interact with as to not burn bridges. But-- she hadn't laughed with anyone like that in a long time-- maybe never before... She had a hard time believing that he had faked it all, just to amuse her.

As far as business was concerned, she knew that he could assist. The Dawn Winery had the finest wine across Teyvat, even the most ancient wines, aged for centuries, could not compare... But that felt so pointless, so worthless...

So unlike herself to actively not seek business from someone so ripe with potential. She truly was such a... lovestruck maiden.

Finally, there was a knock, and Ningguang jumped to her feet with a foreign excitement to herself, oh, she hadn't behaved like this in so long...

She found herself tugging gently on her dress, ensuring there was not a thread out of place, before opening it... and she was not disappointed, seeing Diluc's tall silhouette in the doorway...

But she hesitated, seeing his clothing... It was familiar, but not on him.

It appeared to be hanfu, a somewhat... older clothing tradition that had been making a resurgence. But, that was the issue- she knew the basics of Liyue fashion, but nothing of Mondstadt... Why would he be wearing...?

"... Ningguang," he said, clearing his throat, "Are you alright?"

She focused back onto his face, "Oh, I'm content... Simply surprised to see you wearing Liyue clothing."

He looked over himself, and chuckled awkwardly, "To own the truth," he said, voice soft... oh, a voice she had yet to hear, but she wanted to hear more... She was not blessed with it, as he spoke normally afterwards, "It's a long, messy story. I didn't have an option to find another suit."

... What? Did something happen to the first one?

"Come, come sit with me," she ushered him in, "I would be happy to hear this tale... I also have tea prepared--" that I made three times over, I didn't want it to be cold for you, "If you so wish."

"Oh, of course. Your tea selections are always sublime."

She had brought him ahead, set on the table before the fireplace was the tea, and she moved one of the pillows to the side of the sofa before sitting down herself, beginning to pour tea for the both of them as Diluc sat beside her.

"So," she grabbed one of the cups and offered it to him, "What did happen?"

He hesitated for a second, looking away...

"To put it plainly, Abyss Mages and Hilichurls." He said, and then took a sip.

"Is that all...?" She asked oddly, "I am assuming they tore your suit?"

He nodded, "It was messy, but there's nothing else worth telling."

That was a red flag-- he was clearly hiding something, but...

... well, she knew that they weren't on the same page to begin with, but she also didn't want to start off her declaration of affections on the wrong foot, so instead...

She reached below the table, and pulled out a scroll, "Actually," she said, hearing him suck in a breath, of course, he's expecting business, "I wanted to know your thoughts on my plans for the next Jade Chamber."

He was holding his breath for a second, and then exhaled, "The Jade Chamber? You're remaking it?"

She nodded, "But of course, it was my pride and joy... Liyue may matter more, but even if the first was destroyed, why can I not have both?"

Diluc seemed to blank out for a moment-- actually for a few moments, "I," he said, "See."

"... Diluc, are you alright?" She asked, gently resting her hand on his arm-- That was okay, wasn't it? On his leg or knee could be misinterpreted, but the arm was a pretty innocuous location... Why was she thinking about this now?

"I'm, I'm fine," he insisted, "I suppose I'm somewhat tired from fighting today."

"Fighting, you... You fought the Hilichurls?"

He hesitated, then nodded with a hum, "Well, I was... targeted."

"Diluc, that feels a little..."

"I know, I know, I simply didn't want to sour the mood." He declared, "Please, this is not a topic I would like to dwell on."

There was still something behind hidden, behind those tightly sealed lips, but you do not unseal one's lips with brute force, you loosen them with sweet words and patience... they grow too exhausted to remained sealed forever.

"Well, here..." She set her teacup off to the side, and rolled the scroll open over the table. There was a rough, overhead drawing of her plans. He examined them, reading over them... And she couldn't help but excitedly begin to explain...

...

Diluc had insisted he was fine, but he kept seeming so distant, and not responding.

The first time, she was worried.

Second, she was concerned.

Third, she was paranoid.

Fourth, she was upset.

"Diluc," she insisted, "You're not okay. You weren't this... absent-minded last i saw you. There's no shame in simply being ill or exhausted..."

Diluc seemed confused by that, staring at her face, intently examining her features...

"I was... Hit." He said, cautiously, "I'm not severely wounded or injured, but I suppose I'm in a degree of pain... It's a little hard to focus. Nothing more."

He was not subtle, and she knew what he meant. I'm in a severe degree of pain from a nonlethal injury, and I can barely handle it but refuse to show weakness.

"Diluc," she said, softly... While she had many things she wanted to say, she decided to cherry pick them for the situation, "Let me take care of you," she insisted, "I have no intention of negotiating business with you or transferring your assets to Liyue, none of it, I care about you as Diluc, not as Sir Ragnvindr... Please, I know you're unsure, but just let me help you. I will never bring it up again if you let me."

He stared at her for a moment, his fingers twitching minutely...

"I think," he said, "It may be better for me to leave."

"No, no..." She almost wanted to cry, "Just rest for tonight, I can order you whatever you wish and get you medicine to make it bearable. I want nothing in return but the knowledge that you are not suffering, and to not feel such guilt for pushing you like this," she pleaded, "That's all, I swear it."

He held his breath... And sighed.

"I'm too tired to fight. You ought to meet Kaeya," he laughed, voice all weak and broken, "He's just as softhearted as you."

She almost felt she should take offense to that... But...

She just didn't. It didn't sound cruel or passive aggressive... And she felt she could understand his wordings a bit better, odd, and definitely unique, but far more genuine than a normal person's words.

Simple, almost.

"Let us make plans another time," she said, standing, and offering her hand, "Where were you injured?"

He hesitated...

...

"My back, upper back. I got thrown."

And landed on his back.

Simple.

"Do you sleep on your back?" She asked, and he grunted in a degree of pain,

"I can sleep on my side or stomach just fine."

Genuine. Simple.

"Alright... Come," she opened a door to a room-- pleasantly, but not overwhelmingly decorated, and a large, plush bed with the finest bedding mora could buy. She had one hand on his arm, other on the center of his back (minding herself to keep a light touch) and all but escorted him to the bed, "Get as undressed as you need to prevent pain. I... I'm going to go to Bubu Pharmacy, I should be gone less than half an hour, but they'll have anything you need for recovery... Is that alright?"

He looked at her near helplessly, and nodded slowly.

"Take your time," he said, softly, "You're already doing much for me."

She shook her head, "I'd do it a thousand times over, Diluc."

He didn't respond, and she took it as her cue to leave, shutting the door gently before rushing off...

Oh, maybe she should, as quickly as possible, order something from Wanmin Restaurant, get the medicine, then pick it up, and have it ready... He'd need a nice meal to help him recover...

But she remembered, she was not going from the Jade Palace, but her somewhat distant residence...

She cursed herself silently, it would take over an hour, but... If she could forgive his tardiness, he ought to forgive hers.

... ... ...

By the time she got back, dusk was just about to end, the sun just barely hidden from the sky, and darkness rapidly approaching. She had the medicine, bitter as a rotting fish, but effective, and a meal prepared by Xiangling herself.

She had come in, all but rushing to Diluc's room, sparing him a few brief moments as she knocked on the door... no response. Her gut instinct was to rush in and to ensure he wasn't harmed, but she waited just another moment...

But she couldn't help it, was he worse off than he said? She was... terrified, and guilt was choking her. She rushed in, but nothing was amiss.

Diluc was lying on his side in the bed, only wearing a thin layer of pale white robes-- the ones worn closest to one's body with hanfu, the rest [albeit awkwardly] folded up and set on the nightstand, and as she walked over, seeing his face...

He was asleep.

Ningguang thought pensively about that, would it be better to let him sleep, or maybe to get him fed and medicated and let him get back to sleep? She looked at the medicine and the food...

Hm.

Medicine now, food later, that was a good middle ground between her thoughts. She left, for only the briefest moment, to put the food away, and then came back, seeing his eyes half open, but was not wholly awake, just... maybe a little perturbed from her walking through.

"Hey," She said, softly, sitting down on the bed, and his eyes turned to look at her face-- still a little fogged over with sleep, "I got medicine, it tastes awful, but it will help you heal, and numb the pain." She set the bag down on the nightstand, fussing through it, but before she knew it-

He grabbed her, and held her close to him, his chin atop her head as she could only huff with the air that was pushed from her lungs...

And she was frozen, his arms wrapped around her, not as tight as to crush her, but it was quiet firm. She managed to wiggle just enough to look at his face...

... And he was dead asleep, not half conscious or there, just... gone, woosh.

... Was it too cruel and malicious of her to consider staying here? He smelled... nice, like the simple smell of a cold wind... And he was quite warm-- she would admit, he was a little softer than she expected, but it was... comfortable.

Trying to pry herself away was met with a puppy-like whine, and a tightening hug. Leaving wasn't an option, but it wasn't as though she was in the worst position.

She spent a good few minutes working to toe her shoes off, kicking them off the bed, removing her gloves, and finally, her hair pin, letting her hair fall behind her like a veil.

Ningguang looked back at his face... He was pale, as was she, but when she looked longer, he had freckles on his face... Barely noticeable, but there. She lifted one hand, hovering his fingertip over his cheek...

She could make a thousand constellations of the faint marks on his face, should she have permission, her eyes already tracing over the marks. So many- so many little freckles, as pale as they were...

I wonder, she trailed her finger over a few, if you stay from the sun to hide these...

She quite liked the idea of Diluc just slightly tanner, and those freckles being visible enough that she did not have to hunt to see them...

One of her hands rested on his chest, right over his heart and she looked at the clothing...

... No, no... don't do anything you'll regret...

She knew better, but she kissed her fingers, and then patted his chest lightly, an indirect way of giving the affection she so wanted... and she decided to close her eyes.

She really couldn't go anywhere until he woke up, after all, but she wasn't unhappy with that in the slightest.

#genshin impact #ningguang #diluc #diluc x ningguang #ningluc #anonymous #request #bark writes #fluff #fluffy bark #// if this is the same anon that sent di.luc x bai.zhu #// im still holding onto that ask but idk how to go about it #// it's something that needs to be long but I REALLY LIKE THE IDEA #// just dont have it in me to work on smth big

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carnelianns · 4 years

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Headcanons of Hideyoshi, Nobunaga and Masamune when MC who is already skinny decides to eat less because she is afraid to gain weight? I'm so sorry if this is a sensitive topic, you can ignore it if you're uncomfortable, thank you!

dear anon and anyone reading this, please don’t starve yourself :(( i hope the boys were able to carry out this sentiment as well

tw: starvation

Nobunaga Oda

Nobunaga knows about your skinny countenance, your small waist and thin limbs. He’s touched you on far too many occasions to forget.

The warlord never forces you to gain weight, simply relying on soft questions or subtle suggestions such as, “ If my little fireball wishes for more, then who am I to deny it?”

Lately, he’s noticed how you don’t even eat half as much as you used to. A spoon barely gets past your lips before you’re already bowing your thanks, pushing the uneaten food away.

You knew he’d noticed. Nothing gets past the Devil King, anyways. You, however, simply underestimated just how long it would take, because not even a week has passed and he’s already calling you to his chambers, the look on his face which makes you feel guilty enough to be unable to look him in the eye.

“It seems you know what I’ve called you for, seen as you’re unable to even meet your beloved’s eye.”

Biting your lip, you continue looking away, not even daring to look forward. The silence seems to go on forever, before a barely audible sigh echoes through the empty room.

“Tell me, why do you insist on losing weight?” It is not a command, not even an order. Just the voice of a man in love, far too worried for his own sake. And with good reason.

“I’m just.. afraid to gain weight. Afraid that you’ll want someone thinner, that I’m not thin enough and…”

He doesn’t cut you off, listening to each and every word coming from your pretty, little lips. And after another bout of silence, you finally gather the courage to look at him, wishing you hadn’t. Because he looked broken, even if it was hidden behind those seemingly cold, carnelian orbs.

Without warning, he pulls you into his lap, staring deep into your eyes, something that always manages to leave you breathless.

“Must I remind you that I love you for who you are? I do not wish for you to put yourself under such circumstances to seek for something you already have, my love.”

Caressing your face, his voice seems to grow softer, though the determination is still there. “So I ask of you, as the one your heart has captured as its own: do not starve and eat to your heart’s content, because only then will I find happiness.”

You receive a delivered pack of konpeito the next day, probably in hopes of getting you to eat more. Though you’re unsure if it’s for you or for your sweet-toothed lover…

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Ever since before, the mother hen nagged at you to gain more weight, saying that you’re far too thin, that you need some more fat in your system to protect you from sickness and such.

You simply laughed it off, rolling your eyes as you shove another spoonful of food in your mouth to wane his worries.

So when he hears from his vassals that you barely even touch the food being served to you, and that it’s been like this ever since his tedious work called for him to basically move into the Oda Castle, pure worry clouded his brain.

A rapid rap on your door fishes you out of the book you were reading, and you can barely finish your affirmation to enter when the door slides open, revealing Hideyoshi, dismay evident in the way his forehead creases, how his eyebrows furrow.

“What brings you here, Hide—”

“I’ve heard that you aren’t eating.” He cuts you off, immediately silencing your voice.

You can only blink, setting your book down, before facing away from the man. Never before have you seen him this worked up, and your heart breaks knowing it’s because of yourself.

Before you know it, your beloved is instantly seated by your side, taking your face into his hands to turn your head towards his. Breathtaking. Even up close and with all the guilt, you can’t find it in you to look away.

“Is there a reason why you aren’t eating? Is anyone bothering you? Is the food not to your liking? What—”

“It’s not any of that, Hideyoshi. It’s… me. I don’t want to gain any weight.” Lips quivering and tears threatening to fall, your words die down in time for him to pull you against his chest.

“I don’t know why you don’t want to gain weight but please, please don’t starve yourself. I… can’t bear seeing you all fatigued and weary because of your lack of nutrients.”

The pain in his voice is enough for your tears to finally fall, as if breaking a dam that’s been closed for so long. Because someone finally cares, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

Hideyoshi then takes it upon himself to watch you eat whenever he can, even spoon feeding you like a poor child at times. Don’t blame him, he’s just worried.

Masamune Date

Living with the Odas’ self-proclaimed chef warrants home-made meals more often than not. In fact, you can count on your hands the amount of times Masamune hasn’t cooked for you. If the situation calls for his absence, he makes sure to prepare food for you in advance.

Cooking for you doesn’t only satisfy you, but the man himself can’t deny the smile threatening to appear on his face whenever he sees you enjoying your meal.

After a few days of being unable to retreat back to his own Manor and to your arms, he finds himself racing to get back as quick as possible. Lo and behold, there you are, waiting for him at the door.

Masamune is unable to control himself, immediately launching his big, sturdy body against your thin frame, causing you to fall. His excited laugh ceases when he hears you wince, groaning in pain.

“Lass, are you okay?” He’s honestly confused — many times has he greeted you like so, yet never have you given this reaction. “Does it hurt? Shit, I’m so sorry.”

He instantly carries you bridal style to your shared room, laying you down the soft futon and ensuring your comfortability. You explain that you’re simply light-headed, that you slept too late the night before.

Masamune doesn’t buy it. He asks the maids and, after a slight hesitance, they reply that you haven’t been eating, only living off of a huge amount of water and a rare snack.

The door slowly slides open, and, too tired to open your eyes, you can only assume it’s your lover. The lack of, well, anything coming from his mouth causes you to crack an eye open in confusion.

There he sat, solemn and silent and so, so sad. Reaching out for his face, you frown. “Is there something wrong?”

“You’re… starving yourself.”

He doesn’t even let you explain himself before he grips your hand in his, swallowing the lump in his throat. His voice is shaky, eyes glossy, as he whispers your name, “Please… please promise me, you won’t do that ever again. You can’t do that.”

And you do. It’s the only thing you can do for the man who wishes to feed everyone, to care for them, to protect them, because he wishes, from the bottom of his heart, to do so. He won’t stop, especially for you.

He makes sure to adjust his servings, lessening them to simultaneously heed your wish, and to gently coax you to eat more. Reverse psychology, you think. Masamune Date’s not just a pretty face, after all.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku x reader #ikesen x reader #nobunaga oda #hideyoshi toyotomi #masamune date #headcanons

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captainchocolatesstuff · 4 years

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I'm curious do you take requests? Cause I would love to see what you do with a naga bakugou x cheery hyper reader! Maybe his friends try to help him out winning the readers favor???

I picture Katsuki as a Jumping Pit Viper, hope you don’t mind if I give you some small headcanons and a little scenario since I actually have a Naga Katsuki in the works (I decided to work on this since I am having a bit of a writer’s block T3T).

Cheerful

Naga Katsuki Bakugo x Cheery & Hyper! S/o [w/ the bakusquad!]

> His first thought when he first met you is “How the heck do you have the energy to be so damn cherry?!?!?!”. like, his friends couldn’t reach the cheeriness you seem to be constantly producing! The heck-?!

> Look nagas are usually faster than humans, but with your hyper personality Katsuki is dumbfounded as to how you, a smol (in his eyes) human, are able to outmatch him, he can barely keep up with you! (“Stop moving danm it! You’re getting on my nerves!”)

>In the beginning, Katsuki didn’t like you too much (not that he likes anyone to begin with, until he sees them as someone respectable at least), for one you were a human, to him you were already something to look down upon, but when you offer a hand of friendship? He sneers as he scoffs at you like you said something insulting, and if you were friends with one of the members of the bakusquad before you met him then he thinks they obviously hit their head on something when they met you because you are a human, a squishy soft being that is weaker than nagas

> But you have some spunk to you, you might be a cheery and hyper individual but you also pack some spunk, so you are quick to shot him down to the ground by getting cheeky with him. And suffice to say the things you pull on him catch him off guard as he gwaks at you -for like a second- before he begins to huff and puff about it

> Sooner or later though he does grow attached to you, it takes a while for you to grow on him, but when you do he starts to like your presence, with your cheery nature bringing smiles to his friends and your hyper nature becomes endearing to him… at first, he doesn’t realize that he has grown attached to you, in a more than just ‘friends’ manner, especially when he began to get abnormally protective of you (“Katsuki your tail-”, “Shut up and sit still”)

> It was when he noticed the little things you did, like how you’d like to have your hair in a certain style on different occasions whether it was hot or cold, or your habit of doing that one thing when you were in deep thought, or the way you lit up when you were happy and have that hurt puppy look when you were down, and the way you laughed when- oh? Oh… (“...Shit...”) And that, was when Katsuki realized, he caught feelings

> At first he tried to play them off, and soon his friend group will begin to notice too; first it was Mina (“Girls intuition!” she waved off), then it was Denki followed by Eijiro and Hanta since the chatterbox just had to spill the beans to the other two and didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, and soon they all swarmed him with questions, poking and prodding at him until he exploded!

> At first they took the situation lightly but with Katsuki exploding at them they all realized that these feelings ran deep, so they are determined to help their troubled friend and dear leader out by helping him swoon the cute happy ball of energy that is his human crush, they suggest stereotypical things that they think humans would like from long walks to cheezy picnic dates. Katsuki is unsure about that since he doesn’t feel confident in some of the things they listed out. When they tried pushing him to do what they listed he quickly backfires at them by pointing out that they too have no experience with dating humans

> He asks you subtle questions, in the beginning, to figure out what you could potentially like in a date, so when he plans the date and the time comes to confess to you... He forgets to mention that it’s a date in the first place when he invites you out with him.

>The bakusquad is behind the scenes watching as Katsuki is on his date with you, and there are times where they are silently cheering him on to getting frustrated with how long he is taking to confess his feelings for you.

>Katsuki knows they are there, so he makes a silent promise to kill them after he is done with his date with you. And the date, in general, was a mess of things, it had the nice moments in the beginning but then it gets shot down when Katsuki slowly realizes he forgot to mention that this was a date and you saw it as something else.

> When Katsuki has reached is patience he spills it all, he isn’t going to hold off another second because he wants to know if you return his feelings, he needs those answers because he really likes you, he loves you and he doesn’t want to stay on the friend bridge because he loves how cheery you are, you light up his day and his mood, and you’re a hyper ball of energy he is attached to and he just wants to know because while it gonna hurt if you rejected him, he can bear with it and try to move on with his feelings… You caught him off guard when you said you did return his feelings, and he was the happiest he’s ever been when he picks you up and coils his tail around you, generally showing how happy he is.

> Bakusquad cheers him on loudly, revealing their hiding spot as Katsuki looks up and growls at them before threatening to kill them making them slither off, he was going to give chase but you stopped him when you asked if you can stay coiled with him… he relented and cuddled you, he would get them another day.

Katsuki let himself relax as you laid in his coiled tail, happily humming a song as you bobbed your head and feet to the beat of the music that played on your speakers. He opened an eye to watch as you hummed in your own little world, a small smile came on his lips as he watched you before he closed his eyes as he rested his head in his crossed arms.

When you opened your eyes you looked to the side to see your naga boyfriend, resting and letting his body relax. Back before you two confessed, you were sure that if you laid in his coils he’d make excuses as to why he’s letting you lay down on his coils.

With a smile, you ran a hand through his hair as you called to him, “Katsuki…~”.

“What…”, he gruffly responds as he opened an eye to look up at you.

“Just wanted to let you that I love you”, you coo, he rolled his eyes before sighing, you felt his tail coil around you a little more, his silent response to your love as he spoke.

“Anything else…”

You smile before pointing at the bush nearby, “Your friends are here to see you!”

“GOD DAMN IT!!!”

#bnha bakugou #bnha #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #Katsuki Bakugō #naga!katsuki #naga au

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