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chastiefoul · 28 days

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—finally giving up on your unrequited love ft. alhaitham

a/n: ouch i hurt myself writing this. wc: 1.6k words of yapping about unrequited feelings

once upon a time you were grateful for alhaitham’s indifference, the lack of anything he was being when you’re badgering him with chatters, a detailed description of your day, concerns over him, and the occasional gifts.

it seemed like a blessing once, like acceptance. the slightest open of the door, thinking you could invite yourself in and he’d embrace that fact. but as his apathy remain constant and unchanging, you’ve come to realization—an embarassing one at that.

that indifference, that should’ve been a sign for you; alhaitham will never return your feelings.

a stroll a day, keeps the stressful thoughts away.

however today’s walk is just not doing it for you, once you decided to wake up from the dreamland you thought you’ve been living in. a faraway and unrealistic vision of a life where you end up together with the akademiya scribe. an exaggerated sigh escaped you at your own daydreaming. usually by now you’d be quick on your feet to visit the scribe, however the overdue revelation you had last night made you finally think twice before doing it. and only because of that now you’d realized just how much of your life was centered on the grey-haired man, which was a scary discovery, knowing just exactly how little you mattered to his.

you found an empty bench mid-walk, immediately sitting on it. you leaned back, both of your hands holding your weight as you look above. the sky was clear that day, but your mind was clearer, as if a thick fog has finally been lifted.

seriously, what have you been doing all this time? giving your all to someone who wanted none of you. alhaitham’s curt nod, his brief and short responses really should’ve been a clue as to how he felt about you. yet you kept being stubborn, and sometimes hope was human’s greatest enemy. what should have been a bare minimum gesture he did, your mind managed to twist it into something more; clinging to it like a water on a desert. when it turned out that was exactly all there was to it—a mirage.

you chuckled sadly. even remembering those pathetic displays, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully regret having this feeling towards alhaitham. those moments where you’d steal a glance at him and felt like the world was okay. you would not allow yourself to forget that as you became more selfish, wanting him to look at you and feel the same. but here you were, reluctantly learning to accept the fact that he may never does.

suddenly a shadow loomed over you, shielding you from the sunlight you didn’t realize was so bright.

a familiar blond invaded your vision. “(y/n)?” he called out unsure, not expecting you to be there. “oh hi there, kaveh,” you lightly said, as if your heavy train of thoughts hadn’t existed at all. you adjusted your sitting position, shifting yourself to the side as you spare an empty spot beside you for him to sit. kaveh swiftly took your silent offer up, making himself as comfortable as he could on the wooden bench. “i spotted you from afar and you seemed a little troubled, hopefully i was wrong?” the ever so kind kaveh spoke up, and you couldn’t help but smile. kaveh always felt like a friend more than alhaitham ever was, albeit knowing him after you got to know the scribe. you weren’t even sure if the grey-haired man would ever mention even a word about his roommate if it wasn’t for you hanging wround on his office on a peaceful lunch break when the fuming blond barged in and yell at him about a key.

as it turned out, it’s a known fact that most people became quiet irritable when it comes to being in contact with the curt and aloof scribe, since kaveh has been nothing but a good friend since the day he gave you a weird look about wanting to get close to the acting grand master.

“it’s kind of complicated to say,” you started, thinking of the words as you went on. “let’s just say i’m having a quite bittersweet moment.”

you rested your gaze on the bustling street in front of you. he nodded in reply, “i’m guessing it’s more bitter than it is sweet?” he asked genuinely as you smiled once more despite not feeling a drop of mirth. “i suppose so,” you replied curtly, not knowing what to say to his keen observation. keen and exactly correct.

it’s the kind of bitterness that lingered. a kind of flavor you’d expected, since you’re the one who put it in. still, when that sharp taste hit your tongue you couldn’t help but flinch. after all, things don’t stop affecting you even though you saw it coming from miles away. you just hoped the sweetness will get stronger overtime, overpowering as it wash down the unpleasant aftertaste.

kaveh mirrored your smile in return except his looked particularly patronizing, as if he could sense your helplessness.

“will you tell me what happened?” his voice sounded gentle, a care you’ve never heard from the man you’d give a limb to for him to say things along that line. how do you even begin to answer such a simple question? nothing happened, and that’s why it was the problem. the fact that you’re the only one who’s mulling all over this, being so conflicted to what he thought must be nothing. a pain so overwhelming that’s swirling all over your chest while his biggest inconvenient that day was probably a typo made in a document made by a lousy student.

the whole thing just sounded so... pathetic.

“nothing happened... it’s just, i have decided to finally give up on something,” you try your best to sound nonchalant despite having no bravery to look at him, scared that he didn’t look like he believed you.

“well, i might know a thing or two about it. sometimes when an architecture project is too... unreasonable,” kaveh paused, the word tasted like a sour lime on his mouth. “there’s no way but to give it up. especially if you take a step back as take the whole picture from many aspects; in my case, there are budget, location, materials, and so on. there would definitely be some regret about letting go especially an ambitious task, however i think many of my past-self would really like to give the present-me a big gratitude for not forcing it through,” he rambled on, despite having no idea what were you referring on. “even sometimes, the reward was just not worth the risk, you know?” he ended it at that, throwing the question at you.

you swallowed on nothing, but you needed that to let out a reply.

“yes, i do know.”

“yeah? does this mean in your case, whatever you were fighting for was not worth it in the end?”

oh, that’s the worst part. you knew, you knew it with your heart, body and soul that it would be so worth it if there’s an outcome, a scenario where alhaitham might return your feelings. oh it would be so worth it. you could smile, just imagining how worth it would it be.

but that was all it was. an unattainable imagination. an ending that you couldn’t allow yourself to be so cocky to reach.

kaveh waited for your respond patiently, but when the silence had gone for too long he moved his stare to you. he widened his eyes, his gaze softened.

“i don’t think you’re as okay as you made yourself to be,” he said softly, as you felt your cheeks wet by the uninvited tears, running along freely across your face. yet, you couldn’t make an effort to stop them, your heart knew more than anyone you needed that. to feel the sadness, to recognize it.

to let go of the fact that alhaitham will never return your feelings.

kaveh was just quiet as you sobbed quietly, putting a handkerchief silently at the space between you both. there is no empty consolation, no comforting words, no small pats on the back. there’s just silence, a little safe bubble for you to cry in without people coming over to you and asked why.

giving up is such a funny thing, how could doing it hurt more than to keep trying even though you received no sign of reciprocity at all? but you knew the answer of that.

when there hasn’t been a rejection, it’s in everyone’s nature to have hope. a hope that there’s a chance of obtaining something you’ve wished for. a chance that something could happen.

giving up means finality. a state of accepting an outcome you hadn’t wanted. a result you never asked for. an ending where all that’s left was what should have and what could have. a harsh reality people could only accept as it dangled the possibilities and visions of what ‘could have happened’ if you’d just kept trying right in front of your eyes.

like chasing your own shadow; a fun thing to do when you’re a child, but now it’s just a fitting metaphor, reminding you of a fool’s way who love in such a pathetic way.

but now it’s definitely a curse. after all, anything that has to do with love was not indifference.

it was never, indifference.

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the urge to write this in alhaitham pov........................ should i?

#genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin angst #alhaitham angst #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader

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bunnycvnts · 1 month

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new bf! rafe that is slowly, very very slowly, getting used to having a girlfriend that cares about him !!

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rafe was having a particularly rough day with ward screaming at him to be a better man and running out of gas three blocks from tannyhill, so when you came over that night, his attitude was at an all-time high.

every little thing was ticking him off. from the way his collared shirt was sitting against his skin to the crickets chirping outside, and to the way the tv was far too loud considering how close you were sitting. he was overstimulated, annoyed, and really just needed a fucking break.

when you got up to get a glass of water and your heels clacked against the wood floor, he sort of lost it. “can you- seriously? take the fucking shoes off.”

you paused at the entrance of the living room, your eyebrows furrowing as you turned around slowly to look at your boyfriend. “what?” you weren’t upset; you were just thoroughly confused about his outburst. you’d been together for three months now and had seen your fair share of him being dramatic or moody, but it was rarely ever pointed towards you.

“the heels, they’re driving me fucking nuts, clicking and clacking through the house, and the tv?” he paused to gesture angrily at the screen, “why is it so fucking loud? you’re sitting like six feet away from it.”

your teeth sunk into your lower lip, quickly slipping off your heels and heading back towards rafe, your feet now padding lightly against the floor, almost silently. “is everything okay?” the remote sat in your hand as you spoke, muting the tv effectively. you eyed him cautiously, now noticing the way his hands were fidgeting and his knee wouldnt stop bouncing.

his face scrunched. “yes, everything’s okay; that shits just mad annoying, babe. it’s giving me a fuckin’ headache.” your hand reached out to rub his arm soothingly.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know. how about we go to your room? it’ll be quieter, and you can change out of your clothes from today. i can go home too if you’d prefer. it’s okay.” your words were chosen carefully, bordering on demanding, and you tried to refrain from any tone that sounded condescending. it was easy to spot that he was overstimulated, and you only wanted to help.

“ye-yeah, yeah. let’s go to my room. don’t leave; why would you leave? i told you everything’s fine.” he didn’t know why you were acting this way, and it made his stomach feel weird. you guided him by his hand up the stairs and to his bedroom, speaking quietly as you went.

“i just know you need a minute, baby. that’s all. know you need some peace and quiet. maybe a nap. will help you feel better, promise.” he paused on the stairs at your words, but your hand tugged at his, making him regain movement.

once you both reached his bedroom, you pulled out some gym shorts and a loose t shirt for him to change into, shoving them into his hands. “here, put these on!” you smiled up at him before moving to his bedside table, where he kept matches. lighting one, you held it to a candle you had bought him a few weeks ago. he had noted how great the scent was but felt it was too girly for him to buy a candle— and he wasn’t girly. so, you took it upon yourself to buy it, and the trimmed wick and melted down wax covering the sides didn’t go unnoticed.

rafe changed quickly and leaned against the wall to watch you. the way you moved so efficiently and effortlessly through his room made his heart beat a little faster. you didn’t have to ask where he kept leisure clothes or the matches. you didn’t think twice before pulling the blanket up from the made bed and fluffing the pillows for him. you didn’t even need him to tell you that he hated sleeping with the top sheet, as you knowingly kept it tucked into the mattress. just watching you made his headache lessen, and he didn’t fight when you pulled him off the wall and helped him get situated in his bed.

“do you want some water or medicine?” his head shook at your question, denying it. all he felt like he needed was you. no one had ever paid so much attention to him or knew what made him feel better or worse. no one had taken the time or given the effort to care so lovingly for him. so when you sat on the edge of the bed, your hand running through his hair gently, all he could do was open his arms to gesture you closer. the blonde shuffled even closer to you, resting his head on your stomach, so you could continue massaging his head and playing with his hair.

“nah, just my girl.”

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ok this is my first writing post pls be nice

taglist: @sunkissedrafe

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wosoluver · 25 days

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Can you do a misa x reader where it's readers birthday?

Birthday girl

Misa Rodríguez x reader

It was your birthday week. You were excited to spend your first birthday with your girlfriend and in Madrid. You had moved there months ago.

But every time Misa brought it up, your smile didn't reach your eyes, and you would somehow shut down the conversation. She knew something was wrong, you never shut up about how much you love to celebrate your birthday, and now that it was almost here, you didn't even bother to plan anything.

You had opened up to her, saying how weird it would be to not have your sisters or friends from back home with you. The step to move to Madrid had been a little tough on you, but you knew the importance of becoming more independent and being closer to great job opportunities. She understood how you felt, but she had set her mind into planning the best birthday possible, you deserved more than anyone to have a special day.

"Sofie, have you ordered the cake yet?" - Misa as usual, was taking matters very seriously, like she always did when it came to basically anything she felt like she had to succeed in.

"Calm down I got it, I'll order today" - saying quickly into the phone.

"You haven't yet!?" - annoyed at her friend for struggling at her only task.

"You know, when you said we were throwing a party thought we were going clubbing or something."

"Your kidding right? I'm already struggling thinking on how I'm going to get her to Raso's apartment for the dinner. And you know she isn't really into people that are not her friends. She wouldn't stand 10 minutes inside a club."

"Right. It's fine, don't worry, we still got like 2 days."

"Two days go by like the blink of an eye"

and it did.

Misa's pov

Okay. It's 7:30 am. I have to get to practice by 8:00 sharp. Leave at 12:00, stop by to get some flowers and a café con leche from her favorite coffee shop. Should be fine. She should be waking up late anyway.

Stoping by the flower shop, I settled for a classic red rose bouquet. Besides being your favorite. They were the prettiest they had. Got the coffee and made my way home.

As soon as I opened the door I saw her laying on the couch, watching yet another episode of her comfort show.

"Good morning mi amor, these are for you..." - handing her the bouquet in front of her - "Feliz Cumpleaños baby"

She seemed on a better mood than expected, taking into consideration the last couple of days.

"Buenos dias, guapa!" - jumping up from the couch and giving me a short kiss, taking the roses from my hands - "Thank you so much amor! And coffee?!? God I love you."

"You seem in a good mood, care to share why? Besides the obvious reason?" - looking down at her big smile.

"I sorry I didn't seem so excited the last couple of days, but it wouldn't be fair to myself or to you, to not let myself celebrate right? It's the first birthday I get to spend with you Misa!"

"Only the first of many."

"Kinda cheesy." - she says walking into the kitchen to set up the flowers in a vase.

"Excuse me? Can I be romantic to my girlfriend without being judged?!" - As I followed.

"Okay since I didn't plan anything before hand, can we do whatever I want today?"

"Yes, what would that be?"

"Shower and then lunch maybe?"

"Shower and lunch it is. I'll get the shower running while you finish it up here" - A weight left my shoulders when I realized it would be no trouble getting her out of the house.

After lunch we headed back home, the car ride was quiet and peaceful, and I decided it would be a good time to bring up we had plans.

"So... Since you were kind of down this week, I decided upon making plans for you. I mean us-" but I was quickly cut off.

"Misa, birthday sex doesn't need to be planned, it's kind of mandatory"

"Well yes but, I actually planned something, for tonight!"

"You did?! And you were able to keep it a secret? Wow, you really need to be praised then." - You said it half joking.

Back to the apartment.

"Alright so we have some free time until we need to start getting ready to go..." - I let her know while unlocking the door.

"I have the perfect idea to keep us busy till then..."

Standing both at someone's door, ready for whatever this was, you were excited to say the least. Misa never disappoints and that's been proved time and time again.

Not even 5 seconds later, there was Raso opening the door.

"Hello Y/N, happy birthday!" - She screams happily. The thick Aussie accent ever so present. "Welcome to my place and your birthday spot for the night!"

Hayley was the sweetest. You two had instantly become friends once you met. Unknown to you, when her friend asked for help to set everything up, she was the first one up for it, offering to take charge of everything. She missed Australia like crazy. And knew exactly how you were feeling.

Walking in and seeing the beautiful set up, made you smile and tear up immediately. Seeing all the girls you had grown close to, since you arrived in Spain made you feel so lucky.

The party initially started out as a calm dinner but by now it was a full on celebration, loud music and good drinks.

Reader's pov

I saw Misa going out in the balcony, probably to get some air. And trailed off behind her.

"Thank you, my love. Really. It would've sucked to go through my birthday without a party." - I say looking into her eyes with the most love they could bare.

"I got you. Always. I'm so glad you liked it. Also really glad the cake was here." - Even though I didn't get the joke, I proceeded to thank her.

"This must have been a pain to organize. You know, we could of just gone clubbing." -

"That's what I said!" - Svava said from behind us. "I was looking for you two, the girls want to do karaoke!"

"I'm so gonna sing I want it that way."

"We'll be right there!" - Misa yelled through the loud music as she left us alone once more.

We stood there, just appreciating each other's presence. After sharing a kiss in a warm hug, Misa finally spoke again.

"First one down, forever to go!"

As always, would love to hear your thoughts! 🩷

#espwnt #woso #woso x reader #misa rodriguez #misa rodriguez x reader #real madrid femenino

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falling-star-cygnus · 3 months

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somebody reblogged my appleradio post and tagged it as "not a ship" ...

anyway, budding qpr Lucifer and Alastor because i love them :D Duckie Deer pt.1 {pt.2}

{Lucifer is hunched over his new desk in Charlie's hotel, his grin bordering on maniacal as he puts the finishing touches on his newest rubber duck. In a flourish, he holds the little thing high- or as high as he can feasibly reach anyway- in the air}

"Now presenting..."

{The King of Hell pauses for dramatic effect, despite not actually having any audience except the judgmental stares of his scattered ducks}

"The Wendigo Peace-Offering Red Radio Rubber Duck! ...That switches hands!"

{Lucifer grins a bit more genuinely as the little thing teleports from one hand to the other, twisting into the shadows between his fingers and out to his palm. The more tolerable version of it's intended recipient, he thinks}

{For the sake of Charlie, he had begrudgingly decided to try and befriend the agitating Radio Demon. After all, if they were going to be sharing the space here for the foreseeable future it only made sense for them to get along, right? Or at the very least, try to tolerate each other}

{And what better way to do that then with a rubber duck?}

"Heh heh heh..."

{The king chucks the duck at the door}

"Who am I kidding, nobody wants a rubber duck look-a-like. That's weird, it's a weird gift!"

{As Lucifer rants, he fails to notice the rubber contraption nailing the object of his ire in the forehead. It bounces with a squeak into red tipped hands}

"I'd argue talking to yourself is weirder, your highness."

{That familiar mocking drawl and static covering, the sarcasm on his title, it causes the king to whirl around. Alastor is indeed standing in front of his door, pinching the horn of the duck between his claws with a raised eyebrow}

"Alastor! Just the annoy- uh- just the demon I wanted to see. At this exact moment. ...How much of that did you hear?"

{Smooth. Totally nailed that.}

{One of the hair tufts upon Alastor's head twitches in his direction, confirming Lucifer's suspicion that they were, in fact, ears. It's embarrassing how much effort it takes to stifle the coo that wants to erupt from him at the subconscious movement}

{He has a feeling the Radio Demon wouldn't take kindly to it}

"Hm... Is there any particular reason for this... look-a-like, as you called it? I can't imagine anyone in either of circles would appreciate a duck of my visage."

{Oh good. So just the last part, then. He could still salvage this}

"It's for you!"

{…Damnit.}

{Lucifer sounded too eager. Waaay too eager, actually, if Alastor's steadily raising eyebrow was anything to go by. The king clears his throat}

"Ahem. Uh- it's for you, actually. A peace offering! Since we're going to be around each a lot more often, I figured- well, we might as well try to get along- right? For Charlie's sake. Not- not because you're tolerable. Or because I like you. Heh. No."

{The deer demon blinks slowly, raising the rubber duck up to his eye by it's horn. His perpetual smile- seriously, is that thing stitched on or something? -looks painfully strained.}

"Is that so?"

{His voice is less staticky then usual, which encourages the King to keep going. Lucifer nearly lunges forward, grabbing Alastor's hands and adjusting the duck to rest in one of the Radio Demon's palms}

{He feels a little bad for the flinch and hitch if static that comes with it, but he ignores it for Alastor's sake. He'd like a comment about that even less then a comment about his adorable ears}

"What are you do-" "It switches hands!"

{Alastor quiets at that, his glare softening just slightly around the edges with a blink. Again, Lucifer takes the small allowance and runs with it. He uses his thumbs to push against the joint of Alastor's fingers, furthering flattening his palms; an awkward laugh spills from him}

"Hah- Give it a try! Just- think about it switching and-"

{The duck slinks into Alastor's other palm before the king can finish his sentence. It goes back and forth a few times, filling the deer's eyes with a sense of unguarded wonder that has Lucifer's breath hitching}

{It's gone as soon as Alastor remembers his company}

{The Radio Demon pulls his hands away from Lucifer's, keeping the duck tucked securely in his hand. The king tries not to mourn the loss, both of his surprisingly warm fingers and of the glimpse into his head Lucifer was so graciously privy to today}

{Baby steps, he reminds himself. Something dangerously hopeful stirs in his chest}

"I see..."

{Alastor looks, on some level, like he's lost his footing. He came in here expecting to trade insults like usual, no doubt, especially after getting bonked with a rubber duck of all things upon entering}

{And instead he's left cradling a gift made in his image}

"Well! It'd certainly be rude to refuse such a thoughtful gift from his majesty. Even if it's a silly one."

{It's a feeble attempt at regaining control at best, they both know it. Lucifer sticks his hand out with a flat expression.}

"If you don't like it, give it back."

{Alastor's smile tightens, just like his grip on his rubber duck}

"Now, now, I just said it'd be rude to refuse. Surely your manner aren't lowering themselves to your height?"

{And just like that, normalcy is restored as Lucifer sputters at the jab. The king stomps forward, maybe childishly but no one who matters is around to judge him-}

"What did you even come up here for? If I recall, your 'radio tower' is on the other side of the other side of the-"

{The deer demon had stepped on a wild rubber duck in his subtle attempt to keep distance between them and with a burst of static, Alastor had begun to fall backwards}

{Lucifer acts on instinct and summons his cane,- he's pushed his luck with touch already today- bracing it behind the wendigo's back.}

{It leaves the two in an... awkward situation to say the least. Alastor's long legs pulled out from under him and his lanky torso held up purely by the thin rod of his staff.}

{It leaves Lucifer looking down for once to make eye contact}

"...who's the short one now?"

{Alastor melts into shadows, still holding the rubber duckie look-a-like in one hand as he reappears behind the king. He can feel the radio demon's hand on his collar preventing him from falling flat on his face.}

"Still you, my friend."

{...friend. Lucifer could get used to that.}

#i just think they're neat #if anyone likes this i'll make a part 2 #appleradio #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #lucifer's rubber ducks #alastor the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer

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gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months

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👀 Maybe a fluffy “meet-cute” Kraven x fem reader..

Like she’s a veterinarian who helps animals that were rescued from Poachers.. she’s also a mutant with Deadpool level healing and animal like reflexes.. (and is actively Jealous of kraven for his bound and understanding of animals.. she would seriously pout like a child if he flaunted it infront of her)

she’s very kind and soft spoken when you first meet her.. However won’t hesitate to calmly explain how she’ll disembowel a man if she’s pissed off.. not threaten.. explain, she’s doing it.

Kraven is… intrigued you could say.. 😏

The forest

Love it!!!!

You walked along the quiet trail. The birds singing and flowers moving with the wind.

You smiled at the peace and the quiet. Then you stumbled upon something as you continued to walk.

A bird laying down, chirping in pain, as it’s wing hung low. You stopped and crouched down.

You frowned at it and looked at its wings.

“Poor thing…” you mumbled, and slowly picked it up.

You looked around for something to wrap it in, you then thought about your scarf. You took it off and wrapped it around the bird.

“Might have to keep you for a while, little guy.” You mumbled, and pet his head.

Sergei was also on a walk, clearing his head. He stopped when he saw someone crouched down, holding a bird wrapped in a scarf. You.

He came up to you, you seemed a bit lost.

“Hi.” He said, waving as you turned around to him.

You smiled at him “Hi! Uh- would you happen to know the quickest way out..? Saw this little guy and I couldn’t just leave him. Just a little confused on directions..”

“Broken wing, huh?” He said. You looked in confusion and slowly nodded.

“Uh.. yeah. Yup. Cute little guy.” You laughed quietly.

He stared at you for a moment. He stared at your eyes, and your lips. You were beautiful, and he almost forgot about what you asked.

“So uh.. directions?”

“Yeah. It’s uh.. this way- I can show you.” He said, embarrassed as he pointed and then just deciding to start walking towards it.

You looked at the man closer, he was tall. And he was very… attractive.

He looked back at you, chuckling to himself when you looked the other way quickly. Your face heated up, and you were nervous.

“So, what brings you out here?”

“Just wanted to clear my head. Works a lot and stuff, Y’Know. I’m a veterinarian, and it’s hard seeing animals I couldn’t save..”

He stared at you, a lot more interested now.

“It’s not your fault.” He shrugged. “Do you work at the one downtown? The one with the poached animals?”

“Yeah, actually.” You looked back at him, smiling slightly.

“That’s really nice. That’s amazing.” He nodded, smiling back.

“Thanks. And what brings you here…” you said, not knowing his name.

“Sergei.”

“That’s a nice name.”

“Thanks.” He chuckled. “Pretty much the same reason as you.” He shrugged.

“Where do you work?”

“Oh- I uh.. I’m actually a hunter.” Was all he could say. It was weird to say that to a vet who just told you they worked on hunted animals.

“That’s cool.” You said.

“Yeah…” he said, finally reaching the parking lot.

“Thanks, Sergei.”

“Of course…” he squinted his eyes to your name tag on your shirt.

“Of course, y/n.” Oh he would definitely remember that.

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“Ms. Y/n?” One of the interns called.

“Yeah?”

“A man asked for you, he’s in the lobby.”

You furrowed his eyebrows. “He say his name?”

“He said it was Se- Ser.. Sergei?” She struggled to pronounce it.

The guy from the park! You remembered.

“Thank you. I’ll be out in a sec.” You hung up the phone, and continued to finish the check up.

You gave the dog a treat as the family left, you waved to the baby who waved to you.

You looked at Sergei who looked at you, smiling.

“C’mon, I’m on my break.” You said, grabbing his hand as you walked outside.

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And that’s how it started. It had now been 2 years since you and Sergei started dating, and you now knew he was a mutant, and he knew you were as well.

He knew about your healing abilities, and fast reflexes. And it was so weird to him how you had once gotten bit by a whole tiger (that he brought in) and healed in a few seconds, only saying ow.

You learned about his powers, his strength and his speed, his superhuman like abilities making him almost like a lion.

But he tries not to get you caught up in his work too much, one time a man tried to kidnap you and shoot you. Sergei was home, but you said you wanted to take care of the man.

You healed quickly. The man stood in shock and shot you repeatedly now. “Okay, dude if it doesn’t work the first time why would it work the other times?”

He tried to do it again when he gun clicked, he had run out of ammo. You backed him up against the wall, punching him in the face as he looked at you. How does your arm move that fast? He wondered to himself.

Kraven stood behind you, arms crossed as he watched in amusement.

“I will fucking slit open your abdomen, remove your entrails, and every single other organ in your damn worthless body, then I will throw them in a fire. Don’t come near me or my boyfriend ever again.” You shouted, pointing to the door. The man, terrified, ran out, stumbling on his feet as he did so.

“You’re not seriously gonna let him go?”

“Nah, just wait.”

The man’s screams were heard as he was now taken care of.

Sergei smirked, and pulled you in for a fiery kiss.

“God I fucking love you.”

#kraven the hunter #sergei kravinoff #sergei kravinoff x reader #kraven x you #kraven x reader #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader

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save-the-villainous-cat · 5 months

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Okay so how about a delirious or gravely injured hero / villain who starts telling the other details about their secret identity because they’re so sure they’re not going to make it while the other is like don’t even think about dying on me ?

"Look," the villain hissed. They pressed their hand into the wound the supervillain had stabbed into them. Flesh had ripped open and blood had been mercilessly dropping to the ground for the last few minutes. It was fair to say that the hero had...overdone it. The villain knew they could forget their own strength every now and then but they hadn't expected them to kill the supervillain that brutally. "I am dying."

The villain leaned their head back but the headache would not die. They dared to peek at the supervillain's body and somehow allowed themselves to relax. Years of anger and anxiety were gone now. Some peace was a good thing. Ignoring the tears and the pain, their eyes found the hero.

"Don't be ridiculous," the hero said but still, the villain could hear their voice shake. Whenever the hero's wall which they had built around their heart crumbled like this, the villain felt some weird sense of accomplishment. Wasn't this their job? Changing the hero? Even if the villain wasn't a good person, was this a good deed?

"No," the villain said. They grabbed the hero's wrist. Their nemesis was panicking, staring at the villain's wound in shock. "I am dying, love."

The hero shook their head and the villain wasn't sure if the pain made them hallucinate the tears in the hero's eyes or if those were actually real. They had never seen the hero this emotional.

"My parents aren't buried in the city," the villain said. "But I wouldn't mind if you chose a cemetery here."

"No."

"I have a cat, also. You need to take care of her. She's only five months old. I found her on the streets a while ago." The villain's hand crawled up the hero's arm until they found their hand and squeezed. "God, I thought I'd have some more time."

They couldn't even stop the tears. Couldn't control anything. Their vision spun and they felt bad for forcing the hero to watch them die. It was a little selfish, wasn't it? But wasn't it also a human desire?

Not to die alone?

"I have a sister, too. She lives far away, though. Maybe you'll find her phone number in my apartment? Could you take care of that? I know it's a lot to ask..."

"Don't you dare. I didn't murder someone for you to die now. I didn't protect you all these months for you to..." The hero swallowed and wiped thick tears away. For a second, the villain seriously thought they were dead already. I didn't protect you... "You cannot die now. I won't let you. You're too important to me."

"It's fine, I..." The hero pulled out their phone and dialed 911 with shaky fingers. The villain's eyes widened but they were too weak to protest. The hero tried to breathe but it was clear that it was quite troubling for them to take normal breaths. They were fighting just as much as the villain.

The villain had given up already, though.

"Yes, hello. I would like to report a murder. I killed someone. I also need an ambulance...I injured someone else, too," the hero said. "Locate my position."

They hung up.

"Fuck, what are you...?" The villain's heart was beating faster than ever. They couldn't believe what the hero had just told the authorities. Confessing a murder like this...asking for an ambulance? The villain wouldn't make it in time and the hero would go to jail either way.

This couldn't be happening. The villain had wanted them to live a quiet life, not dying young in prison. The amount of villain's the hero had already sent to jail was impressive and if the hero joined them, they wouldn't survive the first night.

The villain moaned when they moved. Pain was taking over and they weren't sure if they wanted to throw up or pass out.

"They won't put you in jail when you're injured like this. Especially not when I am the one who's responsible. They've been hunting you for quite a while now but in this case I am the criminal. This buys you time and they can actually save you at the hospital." The hero took in a greedy breath and closed their eyes. More tears.

"You're insane, you're-" The hero took their hand.

"It's the only way to save you. Your blood type is A+, right?" Perhaps? The villain wanted to throw up. This wasn't happening, the hero hadn't just pulled their Go to Jail Card intentionally.

"I think so?" The villain started to sweat and suddenly, it felt as if the world wanted to push them into the afterlife. They refused to die, now that the hero had confessed to a crime. But they feared they had no control over that either.

"Mine is A-, so I can donate. I'll try to stay on the ambulance, if they let me." The hero seemed to be back in their cold self. Always calculating, always thinking. Their poor hero. Always fighting.

"You'll go to prison," the villain whispered.

"And I will find a way to crawl back to you," the hero said. "I always will."

#you always got my fav requests #writing snippet #heroes and villains #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #hero #villain #request #an answer for an ask #hero x villain #heroxvillain

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siriuslygay1981 · 9 days

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Click. Click. Clickclick-

Remus felt his agitation start to rise

Click. Clickcli-

His arm shoots out quickly and snatches the pen before he chucks it across the common room violently. He doesn't look up from his book even with the scandalized gasp and soft sound of the pen hitting the ground.

He turns the page and almost sighs in relief. His irritation slowly going away. Finally some peace and quiet.

Click.

His head whips to the side where Sirius holds another pen. He practically snarls as he slams his book shut, he looks at Sirius and crosses his arms.

"Sirius, for my sanity...what the fuck are you doing?" He hissss angrily

Sirius waves him off his finger drifting towards the back of the pen again. Remus latches onto his wrist and waits for Sirius to look at him. Sirius still looks out of it even as he slowly makes eye contact but he doesn't click the stupid pen again, so he counts it as a win.

"Spit it out or get rid of the pen." He gently takes the pen and shoves it in his robe pocket, now feeling concerned. What had Sirius so out of it?

"I just....do you think regulus has been seeing someone?" Sirius asks after a long period of silence. He stares at his hands and then to where Remus still holds him gently.

Remus let's go and sighs. He resists the urge to hex Sirius before taking a deep breath. He looks around the common room and doesn't see anyone who can take over this ridiculous conversation so he powers on. He shrugs nonchalantly, tries to figure out what he knows.

"why do you say that?"

Sirius shrugs and drums his fingers against the table in front of them. Remus twitches, his lips pursing together.

"Just..a feeling. He'd tell me if he was, wouldn't he?" He murmurs. He suddenly stills and whips his head towards Remus

"are you dating my brother!?"

It's such an absurd question, such a stupid silly thing to ask. Remus bursts into laughter, his stomach aches, he can barely breathe. By the time he's in tears he sees Sirius' put out look so he tries to calm down and take this seriously.

"Siri- Sirius please- what are you on about-" he shakes his head and wipes the tears from his eyes still grinning

"Lord no...no I'm not- what don't give me that look!" He exclaims

Sirius glowers at him and pouts, swiftly turning his body away from Remus in a childish way of saying 'im mad at you'.

"Did you want me to say yes!? Pads what is your problem?"

He turns towards Sirius with a raised eyebrow

"You said it as if he was gross! I thought you were best friends!"

Remus gaped at Sirius for a moment before pinching the bridge of his nose

"Pads...I can't believe I have to say this-" he takes a deep breath and exhales harshly

"I'm not attracted to your brother but he's still attractive...objectively."

Sirius scowls deeper and huffs

Remus thinks about jumping off the astronomy tower.

"now what's the problem?"

"Well...it's just weird you said he's attractive. He's younger than you and he's my brother!"

Remus' eye twitches

"One he's only a year younger and two he's of age- no wait- you were mad I didn't think he was attractive and now your mad I said he is?"

"Yes! Maybe I'll just go see prongs! He'd never be so terrible to me!"

Oh how wrong he was. Remus almost snorted, he watched as Sirius stomped out of the common room with fond eyes. He was irritated for sure but he was also highly amused.

Pulling out the map he quickly searches for James's name. He isn't surprised to see him far too close to one regulus black. Rolling his eyes he searches for Sirius and immediately chokes on a laugh

"Oh boy...that's not good."

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onestepbackwards · 5 months

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It would be so funny if the player could still send texts on their arc phone and decided to send every complaint directly to Arceus

Everything from "Those ungrateful bastards banished me" to "My tummy hurts :("

Bonus points if they hand the phone over to Volo or Ingo and let them rant at god for screwing them over

Tbh if it were me I would let Arceus know every single inconvenience I had with being thrown into the past with no warning.

You let Arceus know no peace, making it very clear of your feelings on the matter.

[There is a leak in my room. You know what didn't have a leak? My old home.]

[They deadass are sending me into the wild??? On my own?? Assuming I have no experience?? They want me dead, Arceus.]

[THEY DONT HAVE COFFEE]

[Why do I have to fight the big scary pokemon?? WHY IS IT A STRANGERS JOB-]

[I think Cynthia's ancestor is stalking me.]

[I REACHED TEN STARS FUCK YEAH]

[WHY do I have to solve this village's problems. How am I the only one doing anything to help here.]

[WHY IS THE TRAIN GUY FROM UNOVA HERE.]

[ANSWER ME ARCEUS.]

[ISNT THIS GUY A CELEBRITY???? ARCEUS. HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN HERE-]

[When i invent mac n cheese, its over for these assholes.]

[Do you think I could piss Cyrus off by adopting his great great grandmother as my own mom?]

[They fucking banned me, Arceus.]

[AFTER EVERYTHING I DID-]

[Volo is def stalking me btw. WHY is he the only one wanting to help me besides the nice lady who also looks like Cynthia-]

[THE SKY IS RED.]

[Did Kamado seriously send Beni to assassinate me or did I just hallucinate that whole encounter.]

[WHY IS IT I KEEPING MEETING PEOPLE WHO WANT TO DELETE THE UNIVERSE WITH GIRATINA]

[If i had a dollar for every time this has happened, i'd have two dollars. It isn't a lot, but its weird its happened twice-]

[HOW COME HE GETS LIKE THE EQUIVALENT OF 8 POKEMON AND I CANT]

[If you had just said hi to him we could have avoided me almost dying TWICE.]

Arceus almost never responds unless you have a genuine question, or need help. But you do find solace in complaining to it.

You later tell Volo that hey, like, you know things are kinda awkward, but you have a means of directly messaging Pokemon God-

He's shaking as you hand him the phone and show him how to use it. At first, Volo for once, doesn't know what to say. He had dreamt of unloading his problems onto Arceus many times, but now?

He is almost at a lost for words.

That is, until you reach around him, showing him your previous conversations.

"Yeah, see here? I kinda bitched at Arceus last week because I'm still not allowed to go home yet. I kinda just use the chat to vent about things most of the time."

Volo stares for a moment, until he's furiously typing. He doesn't stop typing for a good few minutes, sending one very long, winded message, before handing the phone back to you. It's the longest message you have ever seen sent on your phone

The merchant is awfully quiet after that for a little while.

#ask #anon #zed.talks #volo #long post #pla #pokemon legends arceus

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youkeepmehigh · 3 months

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Hi i heard your requests are open? I was wondering What would happen if an f reader laid their head ghost's or könig's (your choice I have no clue who to choose) shoulder? So when you first joined 141 or kortac they were distant, hesitant whether or not you were reliable for the team or even trustworthy for that matter. (This was their excuse) even though they do care about you but dont want to admit it because they don't want to get hurt if you are KIA. But when you are paired on a mission and they get wounded and you run back for them they are grateful but don't say anything because they didn't want you to go back. You both find an abandoned shed or something along that line to and you laid your head on their shoulder and ask, "why don't you ever talk to me? Do you not like me?" They turn to mush. (Tried to make this as short as possible while also giving enough details for the writers block) I love the way you writing btw, really don't understand how you don't have more followers. Like seriously i don't.

I decided I’ll do both because why not? And I’m glad you like my stuff it’s always nice to know that someone likes it!^^

Angel

Ghost:

He was rather surprised when you came back for him, in the moment he was mad at himself for getting shot especially when on a mission with you and he honestly would’ve understood if you left him to die but you didn’t, he couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for how he’d been treating you since you joined 141.

When you both made it to the shed you helped him sit down on the floor and then sat next to him, he rested his back on the wall and covered his wound. You sighed and for a moment you both just sat in silence, the tension was very intense. “ Why’d you go back for me? ” he asked breaking the silence, you looked over at him. “ It would have bothered me for a long time if I hadn’t. ” you said looking down at his wound for a second. He simply hummed acknowledging your response.

You both went back to sitting in silence again this time is was a little less intense, the only thing that could be heard was your breathing, you both stayed like that for a while before you broke the silence. “ Why don’t you like me? ” you asked looking at him for a response.

He looked over at you and he’d be lying if he said when he looked in your eyes he didn’t feel like a total jackass. “ I don’t dislike you nor do I like you, I’m just not good with new people if I’m being honest. ” he said looking at the puzzled look on your face. “ I wasn’t sure if you could be a good asset to the team, didn’t even know if you could be trusted either. ” he said looking up at the ceiling, you let everything he said register before saying something else.

“ How about now? ” you asked him feeling a bit better now that you knew why he acted so weird around you. “ You want my honest opinion? ” he asked glancing over at you, you nodded your head. “ You’re an angel, you didn’t let the way I treated you get to your head during the mission, you’ll be great for our team, maybe even better than me. ” he said softly he knew that if you hadn’t came back for him he most likely wouldn’t have survived out there very long.

A small smile formed on your face, that’s probably the nicest thing you’ve heard him say since you joined 141. “ Good to know. ” you said. The silence this time was almost comforting, the tension no longer existed, you both stayed quiet deciding to just enjoy each other’s presence. After a few minutes Ghost felt a weight on his shoulder, he looked over and saw you had dozed off, he examined all your features taking them all in, he never seen you this close up before you looked so at peace even if he wanted to wake you up he wouldn’t. He stayed up until the rest of the team came to find you both and when he got bored he’d look at you wondering how your relationship would go from now.

König:

König was grateful that you came back for him, a part of him wished you didn’t put yourself in harm’s way for him but he wasn’t going to complain. He had a big feeling of guilt in his heart but he didn’t really know what to say, you both sat in the shed silent the only thing filling the silence was the faint sound of rain outside.

“ Do you not like me or something? ” You asked him, he was hoping you wouldn’t ask that because he wasn’t quite sure himself. “ What makes you think I don’t like you? ” he asked when in reality he knew why just was afraid to admit it. “ You seem really distant, you only talk to me when you have to. ” you said in a rather sad tone, you had recently joined kortac so you didn’t think you even had the time to do something to make him not like you. The feeling of guilt grew larger heard the slightest hint of sadness in your voice, now he was really wishing you’d left him out there.

“ I’m sorry if I offended you or something, I’m not very good with people. I just needed some time to really find out who you truly are. ” he said softly looking at the floor not daring to make eye contact with you. “ Mm, so who am I? ” you asked him curious about what he was going to say. He looked over at you examining your face before saying anything. “ Ein Schutzengel, a guardian angel. ” he said looking at the floor waiting for some type of response. You were glad he wasn’t paying attention to your face because he’d probably make fun of how hard you were smiling, you felt as if a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“ That’s really sweet of you. ” you said looking at him. He looked over at you and when he locked eyes with you he actually felt a lot better than before. “ Just telling it how it is. ” He said giving you a small nudge, he got a smile giggle out of you. You both sat in silence again, the sound of the rain being very comforting you rested your head on his shoulder closing your eyes. He looked over at you he was a bit nervous at first wondering if he was breathing to hard or something but after a while he relaxed when he realized you had went to sleep, he let you get your rest because he knew you had earned it.

Sorry if that was a bit short- as always request are open!

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shewrites444 · 1 year

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watch me [sub! xavier thorpe x reader smut]

[ so this is different than how i usually portray xavier in one shots so far, but i figured a kind of submissive xavier would be an interesting change. enjoy (•؎ •) ]

word count - 2.8k

[summary: the reader helps an insecure and inexperienced xavier through masturbation and foreplay.]

[warnings: female masturbation, female receiving oral, submissive xavier, some deeper discussion of insecurities and mental health]

no matter how popular xavier thorpe was amongst our student body, he didn’t care much for relationships. bianca had been out of the picture since the rave’n of last year, and wednesday, respectfully, was so focused on herself that xavier stopped pursuing her once the semester was over with.

xavier and i weren’t friends, and never had been, but deciding to work with him as his essay tutor seemed like it would be interesting. he wasn’t a bad writer, or frankly, bad at school at all, so when he texted me over instagram and begged me to help him, i figured something must be up.

when it grew closer to nighttime and there was darkness slowly coloring the sky, i made my way to his dorm, which was still empty of a roommate from last semester, so we’d have the peace and quiet we needed.

i knocked on the wooden door and felt it unlock after a few seconds, where i was greeted by the tall boy, his hair tied into his usual bun, his black shirt hanging loosely on his lanky body with a pair of grey sweatpants to compliment it.

i never denied that he was attractive from the day i met him, but he seemed like he was a hit of a poser. it’s not like i was analyzing everyone at nevermore’s sex lives, but xavier was so mysterious about it, it kind of made me nosy. obviously, he and wednesday did nothing, and the only other girl he was publicly with was bianca, who i overheard many weeks ago in botany that xavier wasn’t the best. ouch for him.

i walked through the door and tried to push those irrelevant thoughts out of my head, hearing him shut it behind me before walking over to his bed, grabbing the laptop and setting it in his lap. i plop down beside him, sliding my converse off before glancing at the screen.

“so, what seems to be the issue? the prompt? proofreading? writers block?”

he looks to me with wide eyes, pulling up the tab where his essay was about a paragraph deep written. “getting straight into it, huh.”

“i mean, you did pull up your laptop immediately, and it’s not like there is a need in small talk when it comes to tutoring. we’ve talked outside of this like, maybe once, anyway.” i justify, rubbing the back of my neck a bit awkwardly at how tense this encounter already was. “i’m not trying to be rude. i’m sorry if it came off that way, xavier.”

he sighs, looking through his downloaded documents in an attempt to find the document with the prompt and rubric. “it’s fine. i know it must’ve been weird that i texted you about this. i just heard you were a good writer from enid one day in class, and i figured if you were willing to help, it wouldn’t hurt.”

“you’re right.” i smile softly as he pulls up the prompt, and i gesture my hands out for him to hand me the laptop. i scan it for a few moments before laughing a bit to myself, and looking up to xavier with a grin. “you’re stuck on writing an essay on how we can better women’s rights in jericho? seriously, xavier? that’s pretty much a given.”

xavier’s hands cover his reddened face in embarrassment and he takes the laptop, setting it next to him and turning to face me. “it’s an important topic, and i don’t want it to seem like i don’t care, you know. enid already had the whole class laughing at me last week when i said that one of my points was to start a march here during women’s history month.”

“that’s actually a really good idea.” i turn my legs onto the bed and cross them, leaning across the boy to grab the laptop again, and type it down as a point. “anything else you thought of? and you can always use a point of another student that you agree with, you just have to make it your own.”

he shrugged lightly, pinching his forehead as he thought. “not really, [y/n]. this sounds really stupid, but i’ve only ever truly interacted with like, bianca, wednesday, and enid, who’s solely from class and knowing wednesday, so i’m pretty bad when it comes to knowing what women would like to have around here when the only ones i know were pretty toxic.”

“well you know me now.” i say gently, looking up to him with a sympathetic smile. “and i know that you’ve only had experiences with those girls, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t research more about this essay. i think you’re mixing two things into one and it’s giving you a huge writers block.” i laugh a bit to myself, “so let’s try to separate the two.”

“it’s just hard.” he sighs, “i don’t know my mom closely, or much at all, so i’m kind of surrounded by guys. and there’s nothing wrong with that, but like i said, i just don’t know what women around here want to help them out.”

i knew what i wanted, and it really wasn’t what xavier was talking about. while i didn't know xavier that well, there was something so gentle and unknown about him that intrigued a side of me i typically didn't let come out of me.

i sort of felt bad for him, because it was clear that he was in some sort of funk from the way he was venting to me within minutes of personally meeting me, but then again, i did have some strange type of therapeutic touch that most of the douchbags at nevermore didn’t have.

“well, im a woman.” i begin, closing the laptop and setting it down next to me. i shrug lightly. “what do you think would help me as a girl on our campus, and in jericho?”

he purses his lips together, looking down to me and thinking. “i don’t know… uhm..” he pauses as our eyes lock, and shakes his head after a few seconds of staring blankly at me. “fuck, sorry. that was weird.”

“not really.” i giggle, talking his pale, anxious hand and squeezing it lightly. “you’re not a bad dude for not knowing much about women’s rights. i don’t expect you to, and i don’t think your teacher does either, when you’re new to the idea of it anyway. i’m not judging you, okay? you seem sweet."

xavier nodded, just staring at me for a moment before he leaned in and pressed his lips against my own, cupping my cheeks gently with the kiss. my eyes widened and i pushed him off of me almost instantly, not even wanting a taste of his lips before i got anymore ideas, and any more turned on. this was a bad idea. no matter how attractive i thought he was, i really didn’t want him to feel like that’s all i came here for.

“woah.. woah.." i blush, standing up and glancing down at the horrifically embarrassed boy. "i don't think we should let that escalate. you're clearly in an emotional state right now."

xavier grabbed his laptop and opened it, staring at the tab and starting to type. "yeah, you're right. i'm sorry, fuck." he closed it again in his lap before burying his face into his hands, sighing heavily to himself. "that was stupid. i'm sorry."

i sat down next to him, a frown on my face as i reached over to hold him gently across his back. "it's okay.. i get it, we all have things come over us and sometimes we can't control little things like that.."

"i just kissed you and barely know you even though we've been going to school together for years, [y/n]. shouldn't you be upset?" xavier asked, confused, as he pulled his face out of his hands and raised a brow to my oddly calm nature.

i purse my lips together and look up to meet his eyes, breathing nervously through my nostrils.

"i didn't say i was upset." i mutter quietly. "just that it was not a good idea."

he nodded, setting the laptop on the nightstand beside his side of the bed before gently patting my thigh and standing up, adjusting his posture and gesturing to the door. "i can walk you out, i'm sorry i even asked you to come here."

i raise my brown with a confused expression, taking his hand and helping him to sit back down on the bed. "xavier, i get that we don't know each other the best, but i'm not just going to leave someone in their room after that just happened. do you want to maybe talk more about it?"

he shook his head. "no way. it's really embarrassing."

"that you kissed me?" i say with a frown.

"no! definitely not." xavier frantically said back with defense, before taking a short, uncomfortable pause. "look, [y/n], please don't tell anyone this, but i'm a virgin. i never did anything with bianca besides the most amateur foreplay known to this horny campus. i didn't trust her fully, number one, but i also was horrified i'd fuck up since i didn't know squat about the female anatomy."

i smile softly, sitting back on the bed comfortably before speaking up. "that's not that big of a deal, trust me. tons of people here are still virgins. it's not embarrassing, and it's better to wait than sleep with someone, or do anything with someone, that you don't feel fully comfortable with. right?"

xavier nods, "yeah, i guess you're right. i just don't even know where to start. maybe that's why this essay is so hard. i'm thinking more of how i can't pleasure a woman in the bedroom than politically."

laughingly, i move towards the backboard of his bed and rest my back against it. "well, what have you done before to a girl?"

"well.." xavier coughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoids eye contact with me. "i mean, i fingered her, but like, once. i was told i couldn't find the clit, so that made me kind of discouraged."

my cheeks heat up at the mention of those words rolling of his tongue, and i bite my bottom lip, running over what i should say carefully. i breathe heavily, and shakingly, before looking up to him.

"i mean, i could show you. if you want.."

he looked to me with widening eyes, and nodded silently at my offer.

i look down to my black shorts and slide them down slowly, along with my panties, letting them rest before my feet as i spread my legs and watch xavier adjust himself in front of me. he sat with his legs sprawled, on each side of my own, while he eyes attached to my fingers as they dipped into my wet, warm folds to get wet, and slide up to my clit.

"see." i say quietly, planting my middle finger on the bud before starting to rub softly. "you can feel it when you touch it. that how you know you're on it. and you just keep rubbing in circles, not too harshly, but just enough so that she is stimulated. it'll be pretty clear, by her reaction, that you found it.."

he nodded, his length beginning to grow visibly hard in his grey pants as he moved his hand to cover it, watching while i touch myself before him.

"and if you want, you could always finger a girl, or eat her out, at the same time." i say nervously, while i look up to meet our eyes, "or, you could lick her clit, and flick it with your tongue."

"i.. i'll try.." he leans closer, and moves his body to where he laid on his flat stomach, pulling himself closer to where his mouth was inches away from my entrance, as his long, pink tongue slid into my folds and he began to explore my insides.

my eyes widen and i arch my back a little at the sensation, my finger pressing harder against my clit. "see.. you're not bad at this, at all.. oh, god..."

xavier reached over to hold each of my legs while he pushed his tongue in deeper, before he pulled away to suck on my outer folds, pressing a gentle kiss against the entrance before looking up to me, almost for approval.

"was that okay?" he said softly, after pulling himself back up.

"yes." i look down, pulling my finger away from my clit. "now you try there.." i gesture, sitting up and moving a bit closer to him.

he sat up and moved his finger inside of me gently, penetrating me just enough to dampen his digit before moving it upwards, feeling my skin before it meets the bud, and lightly pressing against it, beginning to rub. i moan softly, nodding with a soft smirk as i look up to him. "you got it, xavier."

he smiled softly, leaning closer to meet his lips against mine, kissing me softly while he stimulated me. i pulled away to look down at the bulge in his pants before gently taking his hand off me.

"okay.. now watch me, again." i instruct, watching him nod as he sat back once more. "i'm gonna cum for you."

i sit back again on the headboard, spreading my legs further and moving my middle and ring fingers inside of my folds, beginning to finger myself before the boy while he sat back, sighing heavily as he watched my body react to each thrust of my fingers.

"fingering feels good, but typically, a girl is going to cum better, or easier, from clit stimulation. obviously, when you're having sex, it's going to a little harder to rub her clit, but it's not impossible. that'll just make it feel better for the both of you, if you do.."

i use my free hand to slide my tank top up, exposing my breasts while the shirt rest above them, my nipples hardening at the cold air and the overall stimulation before me.

"have you ever done any sort of nipple play?" i ask, watching him shake his head 'no'. "come try."

he once again leans closer, closing his eyes as he attaches his soft lips to my left bud, sucking softly while his hand reaches over to hold my right breast, and after a few moments, began to play with my nipple. i moan, moving my hand out of my folds and up to my clit once more, rubbing aggressively to pick up my pace, and lower my stamina, as i begin to approach my orgasm.

xavier pulled away again, and he leaned down to my entrance, with a clear sense of confidence washing over him, as he slid two fingers in, pumping them in and out of me. i looked up to him, our eyes locked and mouths both hung open.

"yeah, just like that.. that feels really good, xav.." i blush, nodding with approval to him as he smiled confidently.

i close my eyes as my moans grow louder and louder, feeling his lips press against my neck while he curls his fingers inside me, and i yelp, my walls tightening around him and my climax reaching upon it, as fluids begin to drip out of my walls and onto the blue bedsheets, soaking his fingers in the process.

he pulls his digits out of me and looks to me with a flustered face, a small grin forming on his lips.

"w-wow.." he said quietly, watching as i began to pull my top down. "that was.. uhm.. amazing, and very helpful.."

i lean up to peck his lips softly. "feel better about pleasuring a woman now?" i tease, weakly moving my exhausted legs to grab my underwear and shorts, slipping them both on.

he nods, sitting up and attempting to disregard the slight erection that was still in his pants. "much better.. you are just so amazing, and beautiful.. and so, just comforting.."

"oh stop." i smirk, reaching over him to grab the laptop. i open it and click on the essay before handing it back to him. he sat down next to me and sighed, resting his head on my own. "guess you're my tutor for two different things, huh?"

"don't get too ahead of yourself." i laugh, watching him pull up the prompt once more on the screen. "all i did was teach you the basics. i think the rest you may have to figure out yourself."

he smiled at me before leaning down to peck my lips. "maybe. but i wouldn't complain if you taught me how to do a bit more."

"i'll think about it. let's finish this paper first and we'll go from there." i kiss him once again, before glancing back at the screen and putting my focus towards what i originally came here for, no matter how hard it was to stop thinking about what it would feel like to have xavier thorpe between my legs right now, again.

#x yn #xavier thorpe #x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope x reader #wednesday fanfic #netflix wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday #smut writing

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lonelywhalien22 · 1 year

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constant

pairing: sangyeon x reader

rating/genre: fluff + comfort <3

summary: after a long week of work, you and sangyeon barely have anything left in you to give, but what you do have you give to each other. selflessly.

warnings: none, just people choosing to love each other even when they’re exhausted <3

word count: 2.2k

song(s) to listen to while reading: good for you by eric nam, constant by jesse barrera ft. jeremy passion <3

note: back at it again with another comfort fic that i polished up from my old drafts. probably tmi but a while back i was listening to an episode of a podcast that was all about long-term partnership and this one idea of each partner rating their current level of capacity in a given moment was just fascinating to me. and then i wrote this wishing i had someone in my life like that. if that barely makes sense just read and you’ll get what im describing hopefully hehe. i'm in love with this type of relationship so i hope you enjoy <3

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Sangyeon stepped through the door of your shared apartment that Friday evening to find that you were sitting comfortably in the living room with the television on, the sun having already set and the noise of commuters driving home having finally died down outside. It was quiet and peaceful, and his shoulders instantly relaxed as he finally shook off some of his work worries and thought ahead to the weekend - to finally getting to wind down with you and sleep in for the first time in too long.

“Hey babe,” you heard him say softly as you finally turned to look at him from your spot on the couch. You could see the tiredness radiating from his body, a large hand raking through his hair to push it out of his face as he gave you a little smile before hanging his jacket on one of the hooks you’d put up by the door.

You wished you could smile back but you’d had a rough day yourself - tired from work and getting stuck in traffic as you’d worried about a million little things on the way home.

He groaned as he noticed your expression, finally making his way over to you as he rubbed a hand over the back of your hair softly and gave you a peck on the forehead before plopping down on the couch. You couldn’t help but soften your expression when you felt his calming touches. That was Sangyeon – he was nothing if not instantly calming.

“Tell me where you’re at right now,” he asked of you softly, voice low as if he didn’t want to disturb your quiet. You turned to look at him, your eyes completely drained, and you could see the instant concern that radiated from him as you responded, even through his own tired eyes.

“I’m at like a 3 right now.”

Sometime after the two of you started dating you came up with a system to rate your emotional capacity at any given moment on a scale of 1 to 10. It seemed weird but it was really just a way for you both to quickly gauge how the other was feeling and know whether one of you was able to carry more of the load on any given day. The higher the number, the higher your capacity.

“I’m at a 4,” Sangyeon said immediately, and you gave him a pout.

It seemed like recently whenever you both happened to have bad days he always tried to be just a little higher than you so he could be the one to take care of things – take care of you. He didn’t like for you to worry about him even though you knew he needed to be taken care of too sometimes, just like anyone else. You made a mental note that from now on, you’d say your numbers at the same time.

“Sangyeon. Be honest with me.”

“I’ve had worse days,” he brushed your concerns away, easing around the subject.

You noticed how he didn’t try to insist he was telling you the truth about how he was feeling. Sangyeon always took his words seriously, treating them with a carefulness that almost rivaled how he treated you. He never was one to outright lie, and so after one too many times of buried feelings in the past, you’d learned how to read between the lines of his words. Sure, he may have had worse days, but that didn’t mean today wasn’t a particularly bad one.

You rubbed his arm a few times before shifting closer to him on the couch and resting your head against his chest. He wrapped an arm across your waist and pulled you in even closer, giving you another kiss in your hair as the two of you held each other. His movements comforted you, but you also knew that this was what he did to comfort himself after a long day. Doting on you was how he released his frustration sometimes.

He smelled like the laundry you two did together last weekend mixed with the day’s efforts and a hint of something that you could only describe as uniquely him, and if you were being honest you probably could have fallen asleep right there in his arms. But instead you kept rubbing your hand against his back in that way you knew he liked, hoping he’d relax some more and finally let go of whatever it was he’d been carrying all day like you wanted him to.

Eventually he released a deep sigh at your ministrations, and you felt his muscles relax underneath your palm. You hid the tiny smile that appeared on your lips, burying your head closer into his chest as he finally spoke up.

“Work was just a lot. Has been all week, but especially today.”

You hummed at his words gently.

“Did rehearsal go into overtime again?” And in response you felt him nod against your skin, the crook of his head now pressed into your neck.

“There was this one part we just really struggled to get in sync. And I kept worrying that I was messing up everyone else.” Sangyeon sighed again and you tried to hold onto him even tighter at those words. You knew how much he hated feeling like he wasn’t being a good leader to his group. How much he tended to carry that weight on his shoulders without a single complaint.

“I’m sorry babe. I can tell you’ve had a long day. You must be tired.”

“I’m sure you’re just as tired as me,” he said then, refusing to let you dismiss your own worries in your attempts to comfort him. Your mind drifted back to all the stuff you’d dealt with today.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he mumbled into your neck, breaking you out of your train of thought as he kissed the spot gently. You couldn’t help but smile a little at that despite your stress, combing your fingers through the strands at the back of his head as you thought about it for moment before finally responding.

“Not yet,” you answered. “What I really need right now is you. Holding me. Just like this. I missed you so much today.”

Sangyeon didn’t stress it, simply giving you what you asked for. After years of being together, he knew this was just how you were – you kept the complexities of your mind to yourself until you could really articulate what it was you wanted to say. And he was always there when you were finally ready to lay it all on him, even at the most random of times. He was always waiting for you with open arms, and you loved him for that.

“I missed you too. Did you eat?”

He separated himself from your hold just enough to look at you directly then, and you pursed your lips guiltily.

“No…but I did pick up some takeout.”

You had a bad habit of waiting to eat dinner until Sangyeon got home so the two of you could eat together - especially on Fridays, when he had the highest chances of getting back at a decent hour. That meant that sometimes you went without food for longer than was acceptable to him. Not to mention you’d toss and turn all night from the lack of digestion before bed. When you couldn’t sleep he couldn’t either, no matter how tired he was.

You looked up at him sheepishly then and you could tell he was about to scold you, but before he could, the two of you heard the loud rumble of his stomach.

“Uh…” Sangyeon started with his own guilty look.

You giggled, a smirk forming on your lips. The blush on his face was unmistakable as he averted his eyes from yours, rubbing the back of his reddening neck.

“Let’s eat,” you said, taking charge then.

You got up before he could hold you back with those tempting hands of his and began filling up two plates, grabbing water for the both of you as well and making your way back to the couch. He looked at you gratefully as he took a plate from your hands, eager to dig in. The two of you ate in silence, you spooning yourself up servings of kimchi fried rice while Sangyeon dove into a container of noodles and some egg rolls, his favorite from this spot a few blocks away from your place. He finished his food first, like he always did, sipping on his water as he stared over at you reverently.

“What?” You asked as you swallowed another mouthful of rice, a rare moment of self-consciousness bubbling up inside of you.

“I just like seeing you eat well. That’s all.”

He leaned in then and gave you a peck on your lips. It tasted faintly sweet like the sauce from his egg rolls and even though you knew he was trying to be quick you still got lost in it like you did every time he kissed you, closing your eyes for a moment before he pulled away.

“Uh uh, finish eating first and then let’s get ready for bed,” he chided, and you rolled your eyes, trying to finish the rest of your food as quickly as possible.

You’d already showered so once you were done eating you worked on brushing your teeth and cleaning your face as Sangyeon hopped into the shower. The two of you were so used to sharing space by now that you didn’t even blink twice as he took his shirt off before he even reached the bathroom. He finished undressing and slipped into the stream of warm water while you focused on yourself in the mirror, proud that you only peaked at his silhouette through the shower curtains once while he was cleaning up.

You were in bed laying under the sheets with a book in your hands when he finally got out of the bathroom, a look of pure bliss on his face as he put his towel away and made his way over to your shared bed. You could tell that, just as usual, he was feeling much better after a good shower.

He rolled under the sheets before leaning over towards you, his head craning towards your neck as he gave you another kiss there, this one slightly longer. You could feel the softness of his lips and smell the lavender scent of his shampoo, even noticing how smooth and soft the little bits of his skin that touched yours were from the lotion you always urged him to use.

You closed your book immediately and set it on the nightstand because you knew you wouldn’t be able to read a single word with him right beside you like this. Sangyeon shuffled even closer to you then, your shoulders touching as he raised his head to be at eye level again. His large hand landed on your thigh, the rough calluses of his palm contrasting with how gently he touched you and making goosebumps rise on your skin. You knew he was only touching you in a comfort sort of way but somehow it still made butterflies appear in your stomach - just like the first time the two of you ever laid together.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you looked over at him, not wanting to disrupt such a precious moment.

“For what?” he asked, a genuine curiosity lighting up his face.

You just tilted your head and shook it serenely, a tiny sigh leaving your lips.

“For taking care of me. Even when you’re exhausted.”

‘’Of course. I should be thanking you too, you know. I love you.”

He always said those three words so easily, like he was just breathing in air or blinking. They came out on instinct because at this point it was just a fact - he’d known for a while now that you were forever a part of him, simple as that.

You didn’t respond with words, instead leaning in with hooded eyes and cupping the side of his face with your hand. You kissed him softly, trying to tell him how you were feeling with your lips. Words had never come that easily to you.

He tilted his head and intensified the kiss, nipping at your lips a few times but keeping the pace slow and his kisses deep. You could feel his hair pressed against your forehead from how close he was and after a while it just felt like you were melting into each other somehow.

When you finally parted, he finished with another quick peck before quickly turning out the lamp on his side and pulling you into his arms, the two of you making yourselves comfortable as you laid down in bed.

“Come here,” Sangyeon mumbled in playful stubbornness, pulling you impossibly closer as you giggled.

Your head laid on his chest with an arm draped across his waist while his arm was securely wrapped around yours. The pairs of your legs tangled together seamlessly under the sheets as he laid on his back and you on your side, nestled into him.

As your eyes finally drifted closed, a whisper of “I love you too,” slipped from between your lips while your fingers rubbed back and forth across his wide chest, luring you to sleep.

“I know baby. I know.”

#sangyeon #sangyeon fluff #the boyz #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #sangyeon x reader #the boyz x reader #tbz fluff #tbz x reader #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios

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strawberrycrushes · 7 months

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“A long long time ago,

Inazuma was the land of Youkai. Seldom would any human beings be seen there. Those who would either leave or remain as the exception until their respective and timely demises.

However, as the ages went by and the times changed, so too did the nature of the inhabitants of this land. Slowly but surely, human beings began to populate the lands of Inazuma, paving way for the era that we live in now, where they live alongside the Youkai as but another species subject to the Electro Archon. Of course not all was easy, and there many many Youkai that opposed this change but humanity liv…-”

…

“Hey”

You poked the cheek of your fellow disciple under Kitsune Saiguu, grabbing her attention.

“Hey Miko”

“Hm? What is it?” She asked you, sounding almost bored. Well, extremely bored.

“Kitsune Saiguu might quiz us on this.”

“And?”

“And you should listen to her”

“What is she going to do if I don’t? Tell the Shogun?”

You frowned “She might. You could get in trouble.”

“I don’t really care if I do,” Miko shrugged “It’s not like it’s going to make me any less of the Shogun’s familiar. Besides…what does it matter to you anyway? If I get in trouble I mean. It hardly concerns you”

You kept quiet. It didn’t. Or at least it shouldn’t have.

You fell into a deep silence as the lecture drawled on and eventually, you went back to paying attention to it instead of Miko. You supposed that regardless of whether it did matter or not that Miko got in trouble but you for one didn’t want to disappoint the Head Priestess. You were lucky she didn’t already hear you talking, and it’d be best if you didn’t push that luck too much.

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The afternoon light fell on Narukami shrine, tunnelling through the various clouds lazily shifting in the sky.

You felt weird shirking your duties to cloud gaze like this but for some reason you had no motivation to work. You were…too preoccupied with your thoughts you supposed. Closing your eyes, you attempted to relax, letting your maddening worries be carried away in the wind. It almost felt peaceful.

“Hey.” You felt someone poke your forehead.

You crack open your eyes, annoyed at the impromptu intrusion. It was Miko. “Are you awake?” She asked.

You sat up and looked at her “No I’m obviously fast asleep, why?” You deadpanned

Miko rolled her eyes “It was just a question. Look, if you’re upset about how I talked to you before, rejoice because I came here to apologise”

“Really?” You raise your brow

“No. I’m kidding.” She went and sat down beside you, “I was just wondering what kind of idiot lies down to daydream during the middle of work. Was the lecture really so boring that you can’t keep your eyes open now?”

“No. The lecture was actually kind of interesting”

Miko shot you a look. “Seriously. What are you what those mortal’s like to call a nerd-”

You elbow her lightly as she laughs “I was just wondering about it okay? I thought it was pretty interesting to think about I guess…”

“Why? Humans are everywhere. If you wanted to find out more about them you could’ve just went down to their villages and asked. Or stopped one on their trip to the shrine”

You stay quiet for a bit. “They didn’t used to be this common though. It made me wonder a bit if there would ever come a day where humans would just run Inazuma instead of Youkai, because of how many of them there’d be. And it also made me wonder if, that day ever were to come, where the Youkai of Inazuma would go. If there would be any of us left, if only barely”

Moment of silence passes between you two. Then another. Then one more.

Then Miko bursts out laughing and your face flushes red in response.

“Are you- are you serious?” She manages to say in between her laughter. “They’re mortals. An Oni could wipe out half a village of them if it wanted to, I think the Youkai are going to be fine”

“It was just a thought” you look away, red in the face, “I was being serious…”

“Oh dear me” Miko clears her throat and tries to calm herself, “Okay, okay. I’ll try to humour you then. If there ever does come a time where none of us Youkai exist anymore-”

“If most of us Youkai didn’t exist anymore” you correct her.

“Right. If most of us didn’t exist anymore. Then…well firstly I’d imagine Inazuma would look a lot different” She says as she gazes out into the horizon, seemingly trying to imagine this hypothetical place “It would be filled with human villages. Dozens of them. There would probably be a capital too, filled to the brim with humans. Kind of like Liyue right? The Electro Archon would still be around I’d imagine but most of her soldiers and servants would be humans instead of Youkai. There would many human festivals and I guess they might even celebrate some of our festivals as well” She went off listing things as her gaze focused on this imaginary city in the horizons. You were listening in whole heartedly, enthralled with her little vision of the “future”. With the way her voice sounded when she said it. With the way her face looked under the golden hues of the afternoon sun.

“That sounds like the stuff of books. You’d be good at writing them. Stories I mean”

Miko looked over at you. “You really think so? Well I can’t say I’ve thought about that before but I suppose I could. Maybe when I’m a bit older though, I could share tales at the next Hyakkiyakou to practice”

You smile but it’s quickly overshadowed by your overwhelming thoughts from before. “What do you think of an Inazuma like that? One that, you know, belongs to humans”

Miko seems to think about it for a while. “I’m not sure if I’d entirely mind it”

“But none of our friends would be here anymore”

“I know, and I’m sure I’d be sad for a while but…eventually I would move on, like anyone does from grief. When that happens, no matter how long it takes, I would love to explore the various corners of this new Inazuma and check it out for myself. I think It’d be nice”

You shift your gaze towards the horizon, trying to imagine the Inazuma she so easily saw. “You know…I might not even be here either”

…

A silence falls upon both of you with Miko looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Fine.” She sighs, getting up. She grabs your hand and begins pulling you somewhere.

“W-where are we going?” You ask her, confused and caught off guard. You however are not given the pleasure of an answer until you stop at the fortune slip shrine.

“Take one.” She says simply, pulling out a fortune slip of her own.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

You sigh as you pull out a fortune slip. Before you could open it and see what It says however, it’s swiftly plucked out of your hands by none other than Miko. “Hey! What was that for?” You grumble only for her to hand you her fortune instead.

“Tell you what? Since you were so worried about what fate had in store for the Youkai of Inazuma- and by extension me and yourself- You take my fortune slip and I’ll take yours.”

You look at her, even more confused then before. “How is that supposed to help or even comfort me?”

Miko sighs, “Let me explain. If, in a hundred years or so from now, one of us does actually end up dying, your fate would still live on in my hands, and my fate would still live on in yours. Even if it’s carried away like dust in the wind, a piece of us would still live on in the other.” She finishes, looking over at you to judge your expression. “So? What do you think? Happy now?”

You stare at Miko for a bit, then you burst out laughing. Miko turns red, “Well, if you’re going to make fun of my idea like that then you could just give me back my slip” she says trying to grab the fortune slip from your hands only for you to move it out of reach.

“No no. It’s not that, it’s just…uncharacteristically sweet of you” You smile at her, “I like this part of you. Thank you. I do feel better now”

Miko pauses for a second looking at you. Long enough for you worry if you said anything wrong. Before you could ask though, Miko breaks you out of your thoughts once again,

‘Your welcome” Miko smiles in return, attempting to look nonchalant despite the happiness from your compliment radiating off her. “Now…didn’t you have work to do? I mean, I don’t care if I get in trouble but you…? That could spell bad things for you”

Your eyes widen in panic “Right! Shoot I totally forgot” You turn around and run to go complete your chores around the shrine, stopping only to wave goodbye to Miko.

“I’ll catch you later!” You call out to her

Miko chuckles to herself, waving at you “Sure. Catch you later”

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That was a tale from a long long time ago. So long ago, in fact, that you didn’t need to use the phrase “a long long time ago” to preface tales about the Youkai.

It was a curious thing for Miko to have been pondering anything so deeply under the light of the afternoon sun, but she found herself consumed by grief. So many things had happened all too soon, and time had not given her the opportunity to digest it all.

Thoughts of it all circled back to you, that day, and the fortune slip in her hands.

She mindlessly moved to open it. It was so old now that she could barely make out the words.

Great Fortune…

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“The moon hangs in the night sky as beautiful and serene as the object of your affections. To whoever draws this slip, you have great fortune ahead of you.

Love will blossom in the most unexpected of places filling your heart with excitement you had not felt before, giving you the motivation to strive forward and achieve that which you want to achieve.

If you wished to get ahead in the romance department— now is your chance.

Your lucky object for the day: Sakura Bloom

Love is as beautiful and fleeting as the petals of the Sakura blossom

As such, it is important seize the moment and enjoy it while it lasts”

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Miko could only stare at the slip in silence. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to throw the slip off the mountain side, but she didn’t.

Was this another one of the universe’s cruel jokes? To give her this slip, a snippet of time from the day you had met. To give her hope that perhaps, you had returned her affections even after you had permanently left this world. She could only scoff, dropping the slip and crushing the old wood carving underneath her feet.

How annoying…she really should stop believing in these things.

#yae miko x reader #genshin x reader #yae miko genshin

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iovetecchou · 1 year

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hello! May i request sigma with the prombt number 3?

prompt: "I could just use a hug."

GN Reader.

1k words.

Sigma was tired of always being used and discarded. For once, he just wanted someplace to call home. A place where he didn’t have to fear that eventually he would no longer be of use, and thrown away once more.

Was there something wrong with him? Why was this the hand he was dealt in life? I mean sure, he had you. But how long would it take until eventually, you threw him away like a piece of garbage as well? He sighed at the thought, he didn’t want to be reluctant with you.

This was all he’s ever known, though. He was too scared to bring up his worries and fears with you. Assuming he would just be a nuisance if he spoke up about his own, unimportant feelings.

Sigma was sitting in the corner with his knees bent to his chest. Arms wrapping around his legs, with his face plastered right in the middle. Trying to get a single moment of peace and quiet from Dazai’s insistent pestering. If he touched Sigma’s hair one last time without permission, he’s sure he would snap.

You see, you and Sigma were a packaged deal. So, when Dazai chose Sigma as his one tool to use as his ticket out of this prison, you were chosen as well. You both were completely dumbfounded, out of all the tools he could have picked on the table, he chose the two individuals that wanted no part in this whole sadistic game whatsoever.

Dazai was twirling you around for the millionth time now, making you really dizzy. On your fourth or fifth spin, you caught a glimpse of Sigma in the corner, face hidden away from your view. “Dazai, will you stop! You look like a jellybean when you spin around with me like this, and you’re making me nauseous!”

Dazai pulled away in feigned offense, but he ultimately obliged. Letting you go as he began dancing by himself, what a weird guy. You walked over to your other half slowly, kneeling down next to him before soothing over his locks gently. You felt him tense up. “Shh, it’s just me, love. What’s troubling you?”

He softened up at your voice, he thought it was Dazai for a moment and he was seriously about to lose his mind. Sigma slowly pulled his head up from beneath his arms, turning his face in your direction. He looked so distressed, it pulled at your heartstrings.

He sighed shakily before he spoke up. “What if we never make it out of here? What if Dazai is just bluffing, I don’t want to get my hopes up y/n. I can't help but feel as though I’ll be scrapped once more.” He averted his gaze from your own, before taking another shaky breath.

“What if… eventually you get sick of me too…” You took in a harsh breath of your own, your chest ached further as you moved your free hand up to cup his jaw. You pulled his gaze back up to yours, and he could see the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Sigma… please don’t talk like that. I love you so much, and I would never discard you like all of those awful people from your past. I’m putting my faith in Dazai. We will make it out of this alive, and I will be beside you the whole way.”

A single tear dribbled over your lash line, making Sigma’a heart crack at the sight. He needed to have more faith in you, after all, you were different from everyone else. You stuck up for him, even when you were scared yourself. No one has ever shown him so much love and care in his whole life.

He drew his hand up to your cheek, wiping away the stray tear before you spoke up once more. “Now, what can I do at this moment to make you feel more at ease?” You asked softly, mustering up a small smile to offer him. He gave you a tight-lipped smile of his own, taking one last breath before he spoke up.

"I could just use a hug."

Your grin widened as you grabbed ahold of Sigma’s free hand. Pulling him and yourself up from where you both were kneeling. His other hand was still pressed against your cheek lovingly. Without another word shared between the two of you, you pulled Sigma in for a hug.

The hand along your face slid further back to hold the nape of your neck gently. His other hand was still interlocked with your own as you wrapped your free arm around his waist. You kept him flush against yourself, as he slowly untangled his hand from your own. Moving it up to clutch your waist tightly.

He was holding onto your dear life, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he let out a few shaky breaths. You moved your newly freed digits up Sigma’s back. Carding your fingers through his white and lavender locks softly. He smiled into your neck at the warm gesture.

“Feeling any better, love?” You whispered out, letting out a deep breath of your own that you didn’t even realize you were holding. Sigma simply nodded into your neck before pulling back slightly to gaze down at your face. “Yes… thank you y/n… I’m sorry for doubting you, and myself.”

You closed your eyes in contentment at his words and his actions. His thumb was caressing the nape of your neck so sweetly, it was comforting. You leaned closer into Sigma, lips nearly touching,

“Aww! I knew I made the right call when I chose the lovey-dovey couple! You two are prime entertainment~ ehe.” Dazai quipped out, ogling the two of you with his hands clasped together. He spun around to himself a few more times, making kissy faces at the two of you.

Sigma and yourself just shared a look, knowing exactly what the other was thinking before nodding in unison. Pulling away from one another slowly, before making your descent towards the jellybean himself.

Dazai halted, looking at the two of you with a puzzled look. “Hey, guys- I was only joking! Wait- WAIT-!

i really like how this one came out, thank you so much for your request! (:

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babblingeccentric · 10 months

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Marco NSFW ABC headcanons

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

He's attentive and sweet about cleaning you up but he really isn't a fan of pillow talk. He wants to sit quietly in the peace of post orgasm and stare out the window maybe have a rare smoke. He'll cuddle you if you ask and are quiet about it.

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

He likes his legs. And his chest. And his wings.

He'll lie and say he's a tits man but what he really likes is his partner's face.

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

It's vaguely sweet since he eats a lot of fruit and he likes coming on your thighs and stomach

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

Doesn't really have any. He's private about his sex life compared to a lot of other guys because he doesn't brag but he doesn't really feel shame about his sexual desires. I do think he'd be a little ashamed of having a partner much younger than him in a relationship. He doesn't want people to think he's taking advantage of you, even if he does find your ingenue vibe very attractive

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

Very experienced but you don't know it until you get him into bed. He doesn't like to brag. His previous conquests will do that for him

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes it when you're on your back on the bed or the desk or the counter and hes standing up

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

Slightly more to the goofy side, simply as a way to defuse the tension. He likes to make his partner feel comfortable. He also just doesn't take stuff too seriously.

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

He doesn't have a lot of body hair and his bush kinda matches his head hair and looks like an upside down palm tree. Don't laugh at it he'll get cranky

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

He tends to have more casual sex than actual relationships, and he's not really a super romantic guy either. I think his love language is quality time. Anyway I think he's a good lover he's just not very intimate or romantic about it usually. I think the intimacy is more something that evolves naturally from when he keeps coming back if I'm making sense

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Usually does it in the shower because it's the most reliable time and place that he gets left alone. Somebody's always asking him to reattach their pinky or look at their weird rash on this ship

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Brat tamer. He likes a little challenge to his authority. And an excuse to punish.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is a classic but due to aforementioned vying for his time anywhere with a lock on the door is his preference. Some people on this ship don't know how to knock.

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

He really likes it when you get dressed up all nice for him. He likes a little insubordination too.

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

He's not into any serious edgeplay where he has to be super careful about managing your safety- breathplay, suspension, knife or gunplay, cutting or whipping, stuff like that. He also hates if you do something just cause it gets him off. It's important to him that you're just as into it.

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

Eats pussy absolutely spectacularly and enjoys it, it's an open secret among the nurses who absolutely take advantage. Can appreciate a good blowjob as a quick and easy way to get off but he doesn't like to suck dick very much himself.

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

Tends toward hard and steady but a little on the slow side. He likes to take his time with good things in life.

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

Like I said he likes to take his time, so he's not huge into quickies. But if a partner initiates one he's not going to say no.

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

He doesn't like super risky kink where he genuinely has to worry about harming you. However he does like making you struggle to be quiet so you don't get caught. He's pretty game to experiment otherwise though.

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

Can last a good while but he's too old cum more than once an hour these days.

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

He's got one or two, a Fleshlight and maybe a vibrator or dildo. He usually uses them on himself but if a partner shows interest he'll use them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Definitely a bit of a tease. He likes taking his time and making a partner beg for it before finally giving it to them. But he can also be pretty giving and indulgent it honestly depends on his mood.

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

He's a pretty quiet guy naturally. He'll grunt and moan softly and swear a little. But he's not usually very loud or talkative.

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

Generally a top, and was pretty strict about it when he was younger but he loosened up a bit as he got older. Now he'll bottom very occasionally if he's in the mood for it and it's pretty spectacular.

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

He's got chicken legs despite them being his strongest body part. He shaves his chest hair so his tattoo is visible. Respectably average dick. Uncircumcised. Used to have a tan line from his stupid anklet. Still has a sandals tan.

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

Pretty average. It's not high but it'll keep you satisfied.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

One of those weird guys who doesn't get sleepy after sex. He likes to just sit quietly and stare out the window. He prefers a partner that falls asleep immediately because then he gets his peace and quiet. And he likes to watch his partner sleep because he thinks it's cute.

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darkdarkstucky · 2 years

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Scenting | B. Barnes

summary: the stereotypes of the alpha and omega dynamics were blurred, when it comes to you and bucky.

pairings: omega!beefy!bucky x alpha!small!reader

warnings: language, abo dynamics.

anyone who sees bucky; six foot four mass of a man, yielding brute strength and the deadly precision of a world-reknowned assassin, would always assume he's an alpha. he's got the muscular stature down to pat, he looks like someone who will slam you to the nearby wall should you present to be a threat to his omega and pups, don't he?

well he will, absolutely, slam you into a wall without a second thought should you prove yourself to be a threat to his mate and pups; mostly because he's a senior citizen, and he's had enough of people's shit and he would not stand for some rando disrespecting his mate, omega or not, his hands are rated violent for everyone.

another thing is, he was an omega.

HYDRA, for all their advanced technology during their time could not alter his designation despite the serum cursing through his veins. it was a silly joke he had been dealt with, drawn and quartered in the 40s, experimented on, had been on copious amounts of suppressants and scent blockers, frozen like a damn chicken when the winter soldier is not needed.

there was little time to mingle or find his mate even as he tried to immerse himself in the real world.

sure, bucky has dated. he's dated plenty. tried to put himself out there, like that beta from the pr department, or the receptionist from stark tower's, or that chick from the park. but he was spread far too thin with missions, and therapy, training and making amends with his victims or their families, which made any meaningful relationships impossible. they were all too weirded out about his identity anyways, what more, should they figure out he was a broken omega too.

his cycle was fucked up and he hasn't had any since sometime twenty years ago, in an abandoned warehouse twisting in gut wrenching pain, before he was caged and tossed in the cyro. he remembers that. the pain too piercing to have been missed.

o the life of james buchanan fucking barnes. the casanova from the 40s had fallen too far from the suave and easily beguilling man, too confident for his own good. now? oh now, he's embroiled in self-hatred, and trauma, with night terrors and his designation atop of it all. he's given up on finding an alpha, because, who in the world would want a broken toy?

“you okay pal?” steve huffs out in fatigue, a rough session with the weights and his usual exercise routine had tired the blonde out, sweat sticking to his forehead. but even he was not too dense to figure out that bucky has been under considerable amount of stress and the pressure he puts on himself, is so to speak, staggering.

“why won't i be?” he quips, delivering a blow that knocked the punching bag off it's perch and to the floors.

“hey, you're sexually frustrated, we get it.” sam hollers from the threadmill, barely flinching when bucky snarled at his audacity.

“shut up, birdbrain.”

“i'm saying-”

“why don't i punch your teeth in so you can't anymore?”

“alright!” steve clamors, cutting of the snark reply tethering on sam's tongue. “everyone is tired and fatigued with all the mission's we've been committing to. there's no use in snarling and clawing eachother's eyes out, or teeth in.”

bucky grumbles, but stayed quiet nonetheless, whereas sam mumbles something incoherent under his voice. bucky chose to ignore him for peace and quiet, but he did try to trip sam when he walked past, to which steve immediately inserted himself as to avoid further altercation.

“seriously, buck.” steve chides as they walk out of the gym, “you're uncharateristically short this week, something bothering you?”

he grimaces in his head, how could he ever explain it to steve when even he, struggles to make sense of it all.

“'m fine.” he gruffs out, but steve remained unphased with his reply, quirking an eyebrow. “just tired.” he supplies, which was half the truth.

he is tired, and sleep deprived. but nothing the serum can't work with. he's been neglectful of his well-being with far more extreme measures.

he looked like he wanted to say more, but the voice of FRIDAY beat him to speaking, “mr. stark is requiring every present avenger in the conference room, meeting starts in five.” the robotic voice of the AI cuts through he air. the men looked at eachother, shrugging in confusion but following through orders aswell.

you fiddle with the invisible seams of your tactical gear, clad in the skin tight black suit and armed with high powered guns in the holster, your shoulders squared and your gaze intent on nothing in particular- your chin turnt up and a serious expression as your facade to hide the true nervousness bubbling inside your chest.

finally, though, you snagged a well coveted spot in the elite avenger initiative after a year of rigorous training and life-risking missions under the supervision of SHIELD and the watchful eye for talent of director nick fury.

you passed the trainings with flying colors, dabbled on tech and weapon engineering, excelling in classes. it also quite helped, that despite your small frame and seemingly harmless appearance, as an alpha, people were esily reliant and trusting of you; as if openly seeking for approval, which clouds your target in a momentary haze of how nature intended it to be.

you had easily become the fastest recruit to accomplish s-classified missions and infiltrated several terrorist organizations and brought them to ruins inside out. you were esteemed and applauded for your talents, and equal parts disdained at for being an accomplished young female alpha, but most were certain your prospects were only looking bright from here on out.

still, there was a strange gnawing thought at your basebrain. as if something important was missing.

you had not even noticed that the chairs were half filled, and your new teammates looking upon you, standing alongside fury with curiousity and interest.

“we're just waiting for the soldiers,” stark assures you, must have sensed that your brain was going into an overdrive and you were lost to your own thoughts. he was the only one you had met down at the labs, where fury was slowly introducing you to the team; testing the waters of your chemistry with the rest.

stark was ofcourse first, due to his obnoxious demeanor and sarcastic quips that were sometimes, borderline offensive.

you didn't mind his humor, nor his ramblings. you had gotten along like a house on fire with the alpha and the distance was easily thrown out the window once you both had gotten to tinkering with his repulsors, adding new functions and doing general calculations.

taking a lungful of air, you were wrapped in several scents, but none too overpowering. they were all light and airy, pleasant to the nose which was a good sign; they weren't having unpleasant feelings at your presence.

“sorry, we're late.” the baritone of captain america rumbles along the expanse of the conference room, most of the team looking at him, and the grumbling pair behind, equally as tall and built behind him.

“cat fight?” natasha smirks in amusement, as she sees the scratches and forming bruises around bucky and sam's face, aswell as the nasty bust to steve's chin.

“he started it!” sam's boisterous voice yells, it was coupled with an accusing finger pointed towards bucky, eyes wide as the man tries to bite it off, “the senior citizen tried to trip me, and hurled a water bottle at my face!”

“in my defense, i thought you swallowed the garbage can and was trying to fucking recycle!”

“you dimwitted fuck!” he exclaims, offended.

“you're one to speak, there's not an iota of intelligence in your small fry brain!”

“enough!” steve threw a withering glare to the kids, who continued to glare and hurl expletives and insults under bated breath. steve felt an incoming headache and sensed a few white hairs making itself known, however.

the team snickers, familiar with the banter. whereas fury watches with impatience and beside him, you giggle. this was the infamous sam wilson and bucky barnes; both soldiers, one a wold war veteran at that.

“can you shut the fuck up for one moment, so we can proceed with the meeting?” fury barks, which ceased the arguement for a bit.

enough that they finally take a seat, and for bucky and you to finally meet eyes; both of you freezing, as an electric like current flows through the single stare.

unconsciously, you take a stuttering breath, pupils blowing wide once you register the heavenly scent permeating in the air; of fresh pine and sultry sandalwood, coupled with hints of damascus rose. it smelled positively divine, that your throat dries up, and you looked away in order to suppress the primal urge, clawing at your sanity to jump the wide-eyed super soldier.

fuck, you wanted to knot him.

your designation has never held to be a defining quality of yours, but at this very moment, every single ounce of your cells were itching to grab him, despite his obviously bigger statesque frame, and scent his glands, chanting deliriously.

oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

but he can't be an omega— could he? he could. ofcourse he can, you add. but you've never felt such a strong pull towards an omega, let alone one you've never bonded with.

and then, there was the concept of true mates. they weren't impossible to have, just.. rare.

“you okay, agent?” fury asks, quietly. you nodded solemnly despite struggling to remain composed. you had to. lest your mate- you say that with internal glee and equal parts worry- thinks lowly of the way you present yourself.

suddenly, it was no longer just the nerves of working with world reknowned heroes that weighed like a ton on your shoulder, the pressure to do well and be liked by this particular group and their pack, even more brutal.

the meeting proceeded without a hitch, after a momentary stare off concerning barnes and the new avenger; y/n y/l/n. if the avengers had noticed something, they didn't mention it. she was articulate in conveying her ideas, and when she introduced herself along with her capabilities, people hang off her every word interestingly.

bucky listened intently, but he was restless inside. his hindbrain was urging him to do all sorts of mating calls to appeal to his alpha, even the preconcieved title she already has in his own brain, he had no control of.

his omega recognized the small, and intoxicatingly divine smelling alpha, with the flawless face and even more perfect curves, coupled with her wits and talents, his.

how in the world does he deserve her? she's untainted, sharp and every sort of perfect, while he was fifty shades of screwed over.

but holy crap, if he weren't singing inside his head whenever you would glance at him in midst of speaking, and smile softly. it made all sorts of animals trample his stomach.

his head swam with the thoughts of you, and he barely registers fury's speech to disperse; everyone shuffling in their seat and slowly piling to the doors after shaking your hand, welcoming you to the team.

“you got this buddy,” steve was last to leave with an encouraging smile, making him breathe out shakily.

was he too fucking obvious? but no, he was sure they were discreet and their stares brief. it was the star spangled hero's intelligible guess with his eldest friend's behavior. he paid too much attention to what was being said in the meeting.

he clenches his fist unconsciously, insecurity gnawing at the forefront. he had a metal arm, he had done all sorts of things heinous. he was a terrible, terrible man and he would totally deserve it if—

“seargent.” your tone was a touch softer, making his head snap towards you. he was not aware of your footsteps drawing near, which is why he startles when he sees your distance, merely a few steps away from him. “are you okay?” worry laced your voice, noticing the distinct hints of something wrong in his scent.

“i-i'm fine.” he stammers out, cursing silently because of his inability to speak properly. get it together!

“yeah?” you tilt your head to the side, heartbeat hammering in your chest. “can i.. can i hold your hand?” the words slip out before you can coral it, knowing it to be such a weird request but it was either that, or your base instincts was shrieking to do some things unspeakable to your omega.

he reaches his flesh hand to you, sweating palms and all, yet you clasp it gently, intertwining your fingers carefully.

“thankyou,” you murmur shyly, smiling at him.

“don't worry about it.” he squeaks, with sa strained voice which made you giggle.

“i'm y/n.”

“bucky.” he replies, watching with wide eyes when you place his hands on your face. he almost preens at the soft flesh under his warm palm.

“nice to meet you, omega.” he couldn't help the yip of joy that escapes him, and if it were even possible, you glower with happiness. “i'm courting you, just so you know.” and that is how you made a grown ass man, blush a bright shade of red.

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