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catcze · 7 months

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Wriothesley can hear your loud stomps from a mile away as you furiously speed-walk to his office door like a bloodhound trailing a scent. Even if not for that, the way that you bang your fist on the door is enough to grab his attention.

"WRIOTHESLEY." Comes booming in from the other side of the door. It's thick wood. He wonders how deaf he would have gone if the door hadn't protected him. The door (the thick, supposedly impenetrable door) rattles on its hinges like a screen in a hurricane when you try to kick it again. "DID YOU EAT MY DONUTS."

It's not even an accusation at that point. It's practically a declaration of war.

"WRIOTHESLEY!" You yell so loudly a group of guards turning the corner down the hall scramble back the way they came. "Open up, jackass!"

Wriothesley, knowing he cannot escape the consequences of his actions, merely settles deeper into his chair as he drinks his tea. His last meal. Drink. Similar thing.

The door keeps rattling as you yell profanities at him, until one of his traitorous guards approaches you hesitantly, saying not a single word but offering up the spare key to his office with shaky hands, head low and aggressively avoiding eye contact.

"Oh!" you say, demeanor switching immediately, losing the intimidating glint in your eye as you gingerly take the key. You smile kindly. "Thank you very much!"

Then you turn back to the door, the threat of violence in your eye as you wield the key like a weapon of war, inserting it into the keyhole and twisting it with a dark finality. The guard wonders if they should fear for their superior's wellbeing.

Wriothesley looks up from his newspaper as you close the door ominously behind you, somehow maintaining a blasé facadé even while staring down certain death.

"Well?" you prompt him, eye twitching like a stressed villain from a kid's cartoon show. You round on him in an instant, too quick for him to escape. Somehow, he keeps up his poker face. "Care to explain where my donuts went, Duke of Meropide?"

"I didn't eat them," He deadpans, staring you right in the eye. He pointedly does not acknowledge the white powdered sugar on his face.

"There's white powdered sugar on your face."

"Ah. So there is."

Another cartoony villain eye twitch. "Want to try that again?"

"...I love you?"

"And I love you. Last chance, though."

And he folds like a lawn chair. Wriothesley knows this is a fight he can't win. Even Neuvillette would tell him it's best to just kick the bucket and plead guilty at this point. He sighs breaking eye contact first like a wolf with its tail between its legs.

"Okay, I'll buy you another dozen of them."

You cross your arms, staring at him. He sighs.

"Another two dozen."

You soften just the slightest bit, coming close to perch on his lap and lean into his space. Instinctively, his arms come to wrap around your middle, pulling you against him.

"And?"

Wriothesley leans forward too, enough for your foreheads to touch. You can feel the breath of his sigh against your lips.

"And you have my sincerest apologies for taking your things. In my defense, I thought they were mine at first.”

“Apology accepted,” you say, satisfied, and peck him quickly on the lips. Before it can turn into anything else though, you’re springing up from his lap. Ignoring the disappointed furrow in his brow and the way his arms have still not moved from their position holding you earlier, you take his hand and pull him up from his chair with such startling enthusiasm and surprising strength that it has him stumbling for a second. You pull him towards the door regardless.

“C’mon, you’re making good on that apology right now, Wrio! Hope you finished your work!”

And no, technically he hasn’t finished his work. But he already knows that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and that pushing that work to tomorrow wouldn’t hurt. Probably. Whatever— it’d be worth it.

So he just sighs and gives the palm resting in his a squeeze and let’s himself be pulled along. You squeeze back.

“As long as you let me have a few. Those were pretty good.”

#Wriothesley x reader #Genshin Impact x reader #Wriothesley #Genshin Impact #Cw GN reader #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #probably terribly ooc BUT ITS CUTE so get offa me #if the pacing is weird it’s bc I wrote it on mobile bc nails make typing so HARD

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little-star-library · 2 months

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If you have the time, I’d like you to imagine if you will:

You and Astarion are in the middle of a small clearing just outside of camp and he has you pinned against a tree, staring you down with an intensity of his eyes, but there’s a flash of worry that crosses over his face before he replaces it with his usual mask of facade.

Only moments ago, he witnessed you speaking with Karlach in what sure as hells looked like something that was far more than friendly conversation. The two of you were speaking in hushed tones, giggling at each other’s anecdotes and inside jokes. He’s only just beginning to know you and has successfully bedded you already to ensure his protection and alliance, so why does he all of a sudden care about who you talk to? He was never one to get jealous over someone, surely, but there was a vague flash of possessiveness that overtook his mind and it was overwhelming to say the least.

“So, my dear,” he drops his voice into a low rumble. “Care to explain what you and Karlach were up to earlier?”

“I’m sorry, but what?” This took you by surprise and you honestly don’t know what brought this on.

“Oh come now, don’t be coy.” Astarion scoffed, taking a step closer to further intimidate you and trap you under his hardened gaze. “I saw everything that was going on between you two, your little whispers of shared delight. You were practically oozing into a puddle by her side.”

Oh. Now you understood what this was about. You didn’t think that he was one to actually care with his ‘devil may care’ attitude and you weren’t going to apologize for some friendly banter with one of your fellow companions. You felt like you were never in the wrong in the first place and it wasn’t his business to know who you were conversing with. But this was an advantage for you to see if he actually wanted something more than just a one night fling and a plan started to brew in your mind.

“Wait, don’t tell me you’re actually jealous.” You matched his gaze and your lip twitch into a little smile in defiance. He grimaced at your response and his fangs gleamed in the low light of the setting sun with a disgusted curl of his lip. That was all the confirmation you needed and you couldn’t help but feel bad now that you caught him, but you wanted to see how far you could push him in retaliation for his blasé remarks he made of the last night you spent together.

“You know,” you teased. “You’re pretty cute when you’re angry.” That was the last straw by the look on his face, clearly unamused by how nonchalant you were about the situation.

“Oh really?” He leered, grasping your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your jaw until there was nothing but a few inches of space from his lips making contact with your own. “Well I’m about to be fucking gorgeous.”

“You already are.” Your breath hitched at the sharp inhale he took in, expecting him to yell at you for being so infuriating, but you were pleasantly surprised when Astarion pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that left you shuddering from head to toe. You melted instantly in his embrace and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck to further deepen the embrace, but it was shortly lived as he curled his fingers through the hair at the back of your neck and yanked your head back to glare at you with a look that held such a ferocity it made you weak at the knees.

“You’re truly insufferable.” He was seething at this point and a pang of guilt dropped low in the pit of your stomach for not taking him seriously. It was clear now that this was something that was gnawing away at him. “Pretending to be so oblivious to the rather obvious onslaught of flirtations from the others, it’s a rather pathetic act to uphold if you ask me.”

“I’m sorry, Astarion.” You huffed out a laugh, trying to maintain a cool demeanor to not upset him more. “But you know that I only have my eyes set on you, right? I would never stoop so low to lead you astray like that and I quite enjoy spending my time with you. If you say that I’m ‘oblivious to their flirtations’, then I can only say that part is true because I’m not actively looking for it. That’s because I’m not interested in them. I’m interested in you, if you’ll still have me.”

Your confession had him pause unexpectedly and his stiff demeanor began to roll off of him in an instant as you saw the light in his eyes soften and his shoulders slumped lower. Of course he was quick to assume that you were anything but loyal to him, however that lingering sense of jealousy in the back of his mind began to fade as he flitted his narrowed eyes across your facial features in search of any hints of deceit and found none. Your face only reflected your reassurance of your feelings as you smiled softly up at him and he suddenly forgot why he was upset at all. You were too kind and sweet for your own good and Astarion felt as if he could never really deserve someone as devoted as you were, but here you are.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He chuckled lightly at the absurdity of the present situation, clearing his throat to chase away the anxious tension. “You don’t have anything to apologize for and I should be the one begging for your forgiveness. And I really am sorry, darling. I suppose I did get a tad carried away and assumed something was…off, to put it plainly.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you grinned cheekily. “You had your reasons and I understand where you’re coming from, honestly. And if there’s something on your mind that’s bothering you, I also hope you know that you can always come to me if you need to talk. We don’t have to rush into anything you’re not comfortable with yet and there’s no hurry to make anything official between us if that’s what you want, but I’m here for you nonetheless.”

You once again stunned him into silence and you could swear that you saw the faintest blush bloom across his cheeks when you raised up to the tips of your toes to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. He really was cute in his own way. Through your eyes, you saw a man slowly learning to become his own person and you knew all too well how painful it could be when you feel like you were always being taken for granted. But you also witnessed a good number of his quirks that began to shine through as you grew closer to one another over time and you hope that one day he can see that he deserves to be loved and cherished just like anyone else does.

“Thank you.” His voice was barely above a whisper now, his touch gentle as he took your hand in his own to kiss at the back of your knuckles. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

You could tell that there was more on his mind, but didn’t know how to put his thoughts into words presently and that was okay. As long as he knew that he had your support, then that was enough for you.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #dungeons and dragons #fluff #jealousy #little star library

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justmeinadaze · 6 months

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Do you know what I’m thinking about?

Boxer!Eddie and Boxer!Steve

Enemies to lovers oof.

A/N: A gift for you on this Friday. We're all just horny, thirsty bitches. Lol. Love ya!

Warning: SMUT (slightly rough with some dirty talk and choking), ANGST (they aren't fans of each other; Eddie mentions his rough upbringing) FLUFF (at the end if you squint)

Word Count: 1935

Steve hated everything about him. His long hair that flowed around his shoulders before pulling it back during a fight. His stupid, cocky smile when he was being interviewed by the press or during a conference when they took his picture. Steve hated his snarky attitude that made it seem like he could care less about the sport as a whole. He despised the way his shorts hung low enough to expose the V leading into the waistband. He thought those tattoos splattered across his well-toned chest were ridiculous. But the one that Steve hated most of all was the fact that Eddie Munson didn’t seem intimidated by him at all.

Steve Harrington had been training to be a boxer since he left high school, finding a peace in the ring that he never found anywhere else. He worked hard to get where he was and this new up and comer just bursts onto the scene without a care in the world or even putting in the time.

“Mr. Munson! Do you really think you will be the one to finally knock out Mr. Harrington here?”, a reporter asked making Eddie grin widely.

“I mean, I haven’t been knocked out yet either so we’ll see.”

“Mr. Harrington! Thoughts?”

“I’ve been boxing now for over 5 years and worked hard. I’m not worried.”

“Are you implying I didn’t work hard, Stevie?”, Eddie teases.

“DON’T. Call me that. I’m not your fucking friend, Munson.”

“Ooo someone is grumpy this morning.”, he chuckles. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Harrington?”

“I woke up just fine. What side of the trailer did you wake up on?!”

The metalhead narrowed his eyes in his direction as his jaw tightened and he turned away.

***

Steve’s leg bounced in his corner of the ring as he glared across the way at his opponent. Eddie seemed more jazzed up than usual, staring back at him with just as much anger and annoyance. The bell rung as both men stood and met each other in the middle.

They each got in some good hits, Steve underestimating Eddie’s strength as he hit the mat hard, spitting out blood before rising to his feet. He could hear his dad’s voice in his head, ringing in his ears.

“Come on, son. You have to do better. You can’t just be lazy your entire life. I swear to God, you aren’t trying as hard as you should be.”

Steve swung his arm but Eddie swiftly blocked it and delivered his final blow, knocking the boy to the mat again. As the ref began counting down, Steve stared out into the audience as the images blurred around him and he passed out.

***

“You should go home, ya know, before I leave you here again in the dark.”, Eddie taunted as he walked through the arena to head for his car, stopping when he found Steve sitting cross legged in the middle of the ring. “Everyone else is already gone.”

“Good so get the fuck out of here so I can be alone.”

“Jesus Christ. You have an attitude problem.”, the long-haired boy scoffs as he starts for the door.

“I have an attitude problem?! No, Munson, you’re the one with the problem!”, he shouted giving the other man pause.

“Oh yeah? How so, pretty boy?”

“I have worked every day for this! I put in the time and training and you show up out of nowhere with your blasé attitude like boxing is the easiest fucking thing in world!”

“I didn’t work hard?”, he countered as he threw his gear to the ground and climbed up into the ring to face him. “I didn’t train and do anything possible to get here?! Oh no. How could I? Eddie Munson is just some trailer trash idiot who couldn’t be on the same level as Steve fucking Harrington. What would make you approve of me, huh? Maybe if I trained with equipment like Ivan Drago I could come close, huh, Stevie?”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“Or what?”

Steve takes a swing at him but Eddie swiftly moves out of the way, grabbing his arm and tossing him towards the ropes.

“You know, I can’t believe I actually fucking looked up to you.” The metalhead takes off his jacket and tosses it away as the other boy does the same. “When I was growing up, I was a huge wrestling fan. More than anything I studied the moves so when my drunk father came at me I could defend myself.”

Steve charged towards him and once again Eddie threw him to the floor.

“When I finally had enough money to find a gym and train, rumors about thee Steve Harrington flew all around the boxing circuit. I thought ‘Maybe one day I can be as good as him.’ Now I know…I’m better.”, he smirks and allows the other boy to actually tackle him to the mat.

They wrestle on the floor for a bit before Eddie gets the upper hand and locks Steve between his legs.

“See, I think your problem is you over think everything. It’s all numbers and stats for you. That’s why you hate me, isn’t it. Because I don’t give a shit about any of that. I just want to do good and have fun. Do you have fun anymore, Stevie?”

Elbowing him in the side, Steve flips Eddie over onto his back and straddles his waist as he pins his wrists to the floor.

“Oh…”, Eddie coos softly as he rolls his hips upwards, grazing the bulge between Steve’s legs. “I see. You need to be in control to have fun don’t you, big boy? You need to be the best at everything or else you’re a failure is that it?”

Steve exhales heavily, releasing the man from his hold with the intention of standing up and walking way but Eddie quickly grabs his face and roughly brings it down to hover over his own.

“Don’t let your dad dictate how you live your life. I don’t.”

With that he yanked Steve’s lips his own. Something lit up inside Steve he hadn’t felt in a long time, passion. When he pulled away, Eddie saw it reflecting in his eyes and smirked up at him, willing to play his game.

Wrapping his arms around his waist, the long-haired boy wrestled him onto his back and kissed him again, sliding his tongue along his own as he continued to grind against him.

Steve pushed Eddie’s chest, maneuvering him till he was underneath him once more and placed his palm around his throat lightly choking him as Eddie’s hands roamed underneath the man’s shirt.

“Come on, Stevie, baby. Show me what you got.”

Growling, he pushed up onto his knees and unbuckled his belt, reaching into his pants to pull out his cock. Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise at the man’s size causing Steve to flash him a smirk of his own.

“I think it’s time I shut that mouth up for you.”

Leaning forward, he guided himself into the man’s awaiting mouth, groaning when he felt him choke around him. Eddie tried to continue to wrestle but Steve had the upper hand here, gripping his hair tightly in his fingers.

“You can take my cock. Trust me. Your mouth is fucking big enough with all the attitude that comes out of it.”

Eddie quickly kicked off his shoes and looped his legs around Steve’s chest, knocking him backward as he climbed on top of him, and lifted off his shirt.

Steve mewled as Eddie’s lips sloppily kissed down his chest before enveloping him in his mouth again. The man’s own limbs circled around the metalhead’s waist but he didn’t try to pin him this time. More than anything, he just wants him closer.

Eddie drooled and spit around him, taking him as far back into his throat as he could. He was genuinely surprised at how good the man beneath him tasted, half expecting his natural flavor to be as bland as Steve seemed. Maybe there was more to him he didn’t know.

Hell, Steve misjudged him so badly, he may have very well done the same.

Steve released Eddie from his hold and roughly lifted him by the chin to bring his lips to his. After yanking down his shorts, the long-haired boy straddled his waist again before reaching between them and slowly sliding his cock into his entrance.

Their eyes scrunched close as Steve’s head fell forward onto his chest and Eddie responded by threading his fingers through his fluffy hair.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”, Eddie purred as he pulled off his shirt, mewling when Steve’s lips kissed along his tattoos.

Once he was fully seated on his lap, he leaned back a little to watch Eddie bounce on top of him. The long, wavy hair he had hated fell around the boy’s face blocking those intensely, beautiful chocolate eyes that he had glared into numerous times. Those stupid tattoos he hadn’t liked were now glistening with sweat and his spit as Steve ran his mouth along his upper body.

That sarcasm he hated was now muted by moans and pants as his cock hit Eddie’s spot repeatedly causing him to clench tighter around him.

“Talk to me.”, Steve moaned. “I want to hear you.”

“Why?”, Eddie breathily chuckled. “I-I thought you hated my sass. We’re—shit—we’re not friends, right?”

Grabbing his neck, Steve flipped them around till Eddie was underneath him, grunting as he roughly thrust his cock deeper into him.

“T-Tell me why, Steve. Why do you need to hear how good you feel inside of me? Mmm—that no one has ever been this deep. Do you need to feel like you’re succeeding to get off?”

The man’s eyes met his before leaning down to place his head in the nook between Eddie’s neck and shoulder. His hips slam into his own till he hears the metalhead groan and cling to his hair as ropes of his seed hit his stomach. Steve follows close behind, panting loudly in his ear as he releases his spend inside of him.

Falling to his side, both men breathe heavily as they try to catch their breath. As Eddie pulls up his shorts and reaches for his shirt, he winces slightly as his other arm wraps around his ribs.

“They should have put ice on that.”, Steve responds casually as he grabs the boy’s shirt and hands it to him. “You’re also probably going to need to tape it up if your ribs are bruised.”

“I’m fine, Harrington, but thanks for the advice.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he huffs, rolling his eyes as he gets to his feet. “Still so fucking stubborn.”

Grabbing his shirt and his gear, Steve heads for the edge of the ring and throws his things to the floor. Allowing himself one more cursory glance, he watches Eddie struggle to put on his clothes before meeting him at the edge.

“Sit.”

“Huh?”

“Just sit! Please.”

Taken a back, Eddie does what he commands as Steve jumps down, carefully places his strong hands on the man’s sides, and guides him down beside him.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome. I need you 100% if we’re going to be in the ring together again for a rematch.”

As he starts to walk away, he pauses when he hears Eddie’s voice echo through arena.

“Hey, Stevie! Did you mean the fight with gloves or without?”, the metalhead smirks as he waits for an answer.

“Keep calling me that and you’ll find out soon enough.”

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missmeinyourbones · 1 year

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YOU WISH IT WAS ME, DON’T YOU?

cw: fake dating, wedding cake testing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, so sweet i suddenly have a cavity, oikawa is a big fat nerd pass it on

You don’t think you hear him correctly the first time.

But when he repeats himself, brashly confident and clearly enunciating his syllables between teeth and tongue, you know you’ve heard him right.

You can’t stop yourself from blurting out a genuine, “And why the fuck would we do that?”

Your words are harsh but granted, it is a stupid request.

Oikawa has officially decided the two of you should go to a bakery for wedding cake testing—to pretend to be an engaged couple. In public. As friends. Platonically. For fun.

He must’ve gotten hit in the head at practice.

“For free cake, obviously,” he shrugs, clearly not seeing an issue with his brilliant idea. “Come on, there’s gotta be a brain somewhere in that pretty little head of yours. You should use it every now and then.”

You ignore his backhanded tease (and the way your heart skips over the word “pretty” leaving his lips in reference to you.)

You pray your poker face is decent enough as you send him a glare that’s meant to be intimidating. However, the smirk growing on his face let’s you know it’s mediocre at best.

“Tooru, that doesn’t even make any sense,” you try to reason with the idiotic proposal. His head innocently turns to the side in confusion, so you begrudgingly elaborate.

“We can just buy a cake,” you rationalize, as any normal person would. “I’ve seen your paycheck and trust me, you can afford it.”

His tongue prods against his cheek in amusement (and pride) at your dig before he continues with his act, whining like a child and pouting his stupid lips.

“But that’s not the point,” he drawls the word out for at least three full seconds.

He takes a dramatic inhale, “This makes it more exciting, it's like—a whole extravagant thing!” His hands fly out by his sides, showcasing the grand gesture of how fancy the idea seems in his puny little mind.

While he thinks he’s painting an intricate picture, you aren't seeing his vision.

“It’s a silly and overdramatic ordeal, all for some lousy cake.”

At your pessimism, he scurries his way over to where you mope on his kitchen barstool. He’s never been one for utilizing personal space, but the conversation topic at hand has you overthinking every single thing he does. He’s so close you can feel the wind of his movements, the air of his dramatic exhales. You do yourself a favor and choose to look anywhere that’s not his face.

Stopping right before you, his hands clasp together in a begging formation as he borderline pleads.

“You won’t need to worry about anything, I’ll handle it all. I’ll book it, drive us in—I’ll even pay if they actually saddle us into buying something!”

When you finally pull your gaze away from your fidgeting fingers and up to his face, his eyes are glimmering with excitement. Though your stare would appear exasperated to most, he knows there’s love behind it. He can feel it.

“All you need to do,” he whispers with a knowing smile, “is come.”

You ignore how your stomach flutters. His word choice has you blushing and fuck, you can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose or not.

You sigh with irritation and though Tooru knows you’re not quite done putting up a fight, he’s already won. The look in your skeptic eye tells him you’ve already agreed.

“If we like the cake, they’re going to expect us to follow up, with, like—actual wedding plans,” you try to reason.

“So we get married,” he easily concludes with a smile. “Well, maybe. We’ll see how this first date goes, huh?”

You overlook the wink he shoots you and how it makes your cheeks flush hot. “And if we get caught?

“That’s what makes it so fun. Our own dirty little secret.”

Okay, he’s definitely doing it on purpose.

“But that won’t happen,” he casually concludes, shrugging his shoulders with blasé confidence, “I can be very convincing.”

A silent staring contest ensues and Tooru knows he has you in the palm of his calloused hand. He watches as you struggle to fight off the smile that fights to work its way from the corners of your lips and across your entire face. Serving the final blow, he pokes your side gently and watches the grin take over.

“Do you ever tell the truth?” your eyes roll but your smile makes up for it.

He shrugs happily, “I like to lie.”

…

“And this is our white chocolate ganache filling.”

You don’t know why you’re here.

The bakery is small, cozy. A family-owned business that sits on the corner of Main Street downtown. You pass it sometimes on your daily commute to work, allowing yourself to ogle at the pastries in the display window if the weather is nice enough.

The sweet woman scheduled to run your consultation was waiting for you both by the door when you arrived. She’s an older woman, small in stature but her kindness makes up for it. You can tell she loves what she does by how she’s gleaming at the tiny details of your supposed love.

How Tooru opens the door for you, how he fixes your hair when you remove your coat, how you blush when she addresses the two of you as the soon-to-be Mr. And Mrs. Oikawa.

Eager to get the process started and sit you down, she goes through all of the assortments of flavors in what feels like one singular breath. Af if she’s some kind of dessert-wizard, she begins to list all possible kinds of combinations. Some sweet and fruity, others dense and rich.

It’s an overwhelming scenario in general, and knowing the truth behind the matter makes it all the more intimidating.

“It all looks so great,” you sheepishly stutter behind a smile, “I don’t even know where to start, honestly.”

The baker continues to overflow with excitement, “Wherever you want! It’s all yours—but we do have one tradition. For your first bite.”

Tooru indulges, now intrigued by the mystery, “Do tell.”

The woman blushes like a cherry tomato.

“You have to feed it to each other,” she practically oozes with excitement, “as practice for your actual big day! It’s a good luck thing we like to encourage all of our couples to participate in.”

She eyes your brief exchange of worried glances before carefully adding, “Only if they’re comfortable, of course!”

The hole you’ve dug yourself in just keeps getting deeper and deeper.

You slowly nod your head in faux confidence, an act Oikawa clearly sees right through.

“Yeah, sure,” you reluctantly agree. Almost immediately, a hand is on your shoulder and a pair of lips is skimming the shell of your ear.

“Look, we don’t have to—”

“Just pick a flavor, Tooru,” you snap.

He decides on a classic strawberry shortcake blend.

The tiny sample square is bright and endearing. Vanilla cake covered in a blush white frosting, stuffed with a flavored whip, and decorated with a sugared strawberry sitting bold on top. It looks delicious, almost so perfect that you don’t want to pry your shaky fork into it. But Tooru does, so you follow suit.

He makes the first move. His grip on the utensil is tight in a way that he hopes comes off as sturdy, as he slowly maneuvers closer to you. Like feeding a child a spoonful of mashed vegetables, he mimics an airplane before teasing.

“Open wide.”

With a subtle glare, you do. And he does the same. And the two of you are equally guilty of watching one another's lips curl around the metal and savor the airy sweetness dancing on your tongues.

It’s incredible. It’s delicious. And it’s the first one.

“Oh my god,” your fiancé for the evening practically moans in bliss, “Oh god, I think I died and went to heaven.”

Normally, you’d whack his arm, but given the circumstances (being the faux relationship you need to sell and how delicious the cake truly is), you resist the tempation.

“Okay, normally I’d call you dramatic, but it’s actually really good.”

Tooru opens his eyes in a daze before placing his hand over his heart in a swoon.

“And my very own personal angel? Yup, this is definitely heaven.”

...

The afternoon gets easier. You try nearly every flavor the bakery has to offer, every combination the woman recommends. From dulce de leche to lemon raspberry to chocolate mousse, everything tastes incredible and leaves your stomach fluttering with a fullness it's never known.

At least you think that's the cakes doing, and certainly not courtesy of the man sitting beside you.

With all flavors consumed and the consensus being weighed, the woman eagerly awaits your thoughts.

Tooru’s hand finds the small of your back as you sit in the cushioned chairs of the bakery. “What do you think, darling? Which one’s your favorite?”

An instant fire dances in the pit of your stomach—burning bright and contagious and terribly loud.

“I think I like this one the best,” you decide. Pointing at the strawberry shortcake, Oikawa beams.

“Knew you were gonna say that one!” his tongue darts between his teeth as he grins. “Me too. I mean, you do have great taste, after all.”

Tooru generously tips the sweet lady for the free consultation, and you don’t miss how his smile grows in size when she wishes you a happy and healthy life together. He thanks her without a second thought.

“We’re probably gonna take a day or two to think some things over, but I think it’s safe to say we’ll be in touch!” He practically hollers as he guides you out of the door and back into his car.

Stuffed to the brim with sugar and batter, you're exhausted. Amid the biggest food coma of your life, you crawl inside his passenger seat and immediately close your eyes. Though not asleep, you keep them shut when you hear him curse beneath his breath and close your door.

“Shit, I think I left my wallet on the table. Be right back!”

…

Oikawa’s car pulls into your driveway. Once the car is shifted into park, he’s removing his hand from the steering wheel and turning to where you ;lazily slump in his passenger seat.

He raises his eyebrows in amusement at your tired and full appearance. Catching his eye, you groan in response and lean against the window.

“I’m so full, I can’t even breathe.”

“And you call me dramatic,” he scoffs with a smile on his face.

You turn to him, sincere and delicate as you ask, “Are you happy? You got your dose of free cake.”

“Ecstatic,” his tone is soft, but he means it. “Iwa-chan’s gonna be mad when he sees my cholesterol levels, though.”

A laugh breathes through your nose, “He’d find a way to be mad at you, anyway.”

After a moment of quiet breathing, you dramatically sit up with a sigh, stretching your body and unbuckling your seatbelt. Tooru uses your movement as a distraction to reach for something in the backseat of his car.

When you face him to say goodbye, a tiny to-go container sits atop his car’s center console. His eyes dart from the box to your face, a silent request for you to open it.

Your brow crinkles in confusion, so he laughs and answers your silent question.

“A thank you,” he softly elaborates, “for coming with me.”

You hide your blush, “I think if I look at another piece of cake, I’ll start bleeding cream cheese frosting.”

“Oh, just open it,” he begs.

Inside the box sits a single piece of strawberry shortcake, the very first flavor you tried and your ultimate favorite of the day. It's a tiny slice, but its size isn't what you hone in on—a little frosting heart sits smack dab in the middle of the top, a detail Tooru had personally asked the woman to quickly add when going back into the shop.

While it’s a small gesture, it’s a reflection of his true intentions. As childish as he is, he didn't bring you along today just for some free cake. He did it to spend time with you—it was just an extra perk that he got to feed you cake and call you darling while doing so.

You melt in honor at the pretty pastry in front of you.

It’s no wedding or proposal or confession in the slightest, but it makes you smile, and Tooru hopes it's a step in the right direction.

#oikawa tooru #oikawa #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa fic #oikawa tooru fic #oikawa haikyuu #oikawa tooru haikyuu

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The Apothecary Diaries

First watch of first episode

At a glance, I knew I would like this show, but after one episode I'm pretty sure I'm going to love it.

Btw, do y'all like it when people give their first impressions of your favorite shows/books/media? Or their thoughtful analysis? Or their shit posting?

I do. I'll try to do that for you here.

So I'm watching this on Crunchyroll with English dub. Right off the bat I can tell you that I'm in love with Maomao. The voice actress is terrific, but also the character is intriguing. She draws you in right away with her intelligence, competency, inquisitiveness, daring, sense of responsibility, need for justice and expansive caring for every including strangers. She's got a whole lot of A+ character traits to absolutely love. Considering she wants to keep a low profile in the palace that's going to be a problem. I'm pretty sure everyone in her orbit is going to be sucked in by her and either love or hate her. There isn't a lot of room for indifference with a person this interesting.

The very first scene I knew there was something atypical about this show because a charming conversation between a daughter and her father suddenly had a black and white still frame of the the girl being abducted. The hell?!

That paired with the next scene taking place in a brothel helped me grasp the tone of this show. This show is going to have some more mature themes. Now, I know, I'm ready for it. I think. (I'll be alright as long as there is no boiling of people. I've already had two shows I've watched this year cook people and I'm done with human soup).

So we see a courtesan ask Maomao without surprise:

Have you been wounding yourself again?

To which Maomao replies, as if it's obvious:

Well, yeah.

Okay so self harm is something Maomao does. Perhaps in service of her medical research, but if she's willing to harm herself for this, then she might also be willing to put herself in harms way under other circumstances as well. I think the show is trying to demonstrate that she's self sacrificing here. Love that in a fictional character.

She panics and runs when the brothel ladies tease her about becoming a courtesan. Why? Is she intimidated by intimacy? Has she witnessed the courtesans suffering? Is she afraid that future would derail her own plans? Does she always get this flustered when teased? I'm not suggesting she consider becoming a courtesan but her panic is telling of something more.

She immediately gets kidnapped, which due to foreshadowing we knew was going to happen, but what gets me is her blasé attitude about it. Like it's just an inconvenience and not a terrifying ordeal. I immediately thought they would sell her to a brothel, but she instead ends up doing laundry at the palace. So we learn that Maomao can stay calm in a crisis and this makes me even more curious about her reaction to the teasing by the courtesans.

We find Maomao settled into a life of servitude at the palace. She's accepted what happened even if she is unfulfilled. She misses her old life, including the brothel, wonders about her father and longs for meat screwers, but she's already figured out the ecosystem she's in and how best to navigate it. She's so savy here. She compares the palace to the brothel and applies her knowledge of that complex social system to navigate palace politics. Maomao has already analyzed what would happen if she revealed her competencies, and has decided to lay low until she is able to extricate her self in a couple years.

She tells the viewers what we need to know about harem life and mentions that if one isn't careful they could end up as a concubine. It's a future she wants as little as that of a courtesan, even though she mentioned that low ranked concubines are treated better than the servants. I have to wonder if this is foreshadowing or if it is commentary on the roles of women in this society.

Palace gossip! Oh there's a handsome new eunuch in the palace? Maomao couldn't care less. Well okay.

I'm going to make a few completely unfounded predictions here just to see how far off I am when I watch the rest of the series.

Regarding the hot eunuch:

He's not a eunuch. He's got all his bits and bobs.

He's not just a palace manager. At least not completely. He's probably a bastard son or royalty in hiding or something. He's not nobody.

Maomao is going to be down bad for this dude.

What a waste. Grade A quality genes and no way of proliferating them. -Maomao on Jinshi's appearance

So Maomao can't be bothered to spare a second thought about handsome eunuchs, or nonsense about curses, but medical ailments? Now you've got her thinking. And I love that about her. She knows how to diagnose and treat ailments and she cares so much! She's trying to lay low but her passion and integrity can't be tempered by her very rational plan to protect herself by staying inconspicuous. She knows how to help and feels a responsibility to do so even if that help puts her at risk. Hero qualities right there.

Also, I love a character that is just... better than every one else. Maomao is more informed, experienced and able to diagnose than the court physician. Competency porn yes, please!

Speaking of competency... We need to talk about Jinshi! Our handsome "eunuch" (he's getting that word in sarcastic quotes until I receive proof otherwise). Out of the 3000 people living in the back palace, he deduces which one of them sent a warning to the concubines, and rangles a confession with nothing more than a scrap of cloth. He observed Maomao muttering about needing something to write on, and her mended skirt. He recognized that scrap of cloth as belonging to a servant girl's clothing. He understood the importance of her literacy and cleverly used it as a means to draw her out. Jinshi is every bit as capable as Maomao, and he's out maneuvered her in this. Maomao has met her match.

To Maomaos horror she is promoted to lady-in-waiting and I am here for it! Girl you are in the shit now! She seems really panicked about the new promotion, because she is smart and knows that this new position is fraught with dangers even if she doesn't know precisely what they are. She seems pretty smart and capable but the fact that Jinshi was able to so easily draw her out and expose her means she will need to sharpen her skills. I'm hoping the concubine and Jinshi will be allies to her in the palace.

Her panic about entering the court reminds me of earlier in the episode when she ran from the brothel. Perhaps she fears becoming entangled with any type of social/political group? Does she have more secrets that she's trying to keep hidden?

I just know that this character is going to be put through some trials. But she has so many great qualities and strengths, that I'm confident she can adapt and overcome. I am looking forward to watching her persist and triumph. And maybe cause a little trouble.

There are some qualities that Maomao just can't mute. Curiosity. A thirst for knowledge. And a sometimes troublesome need to right that which is wrong. - Narrator

Episode 2

#the apothecary diaries #apothecary diaries #maomao #jinshi

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since we're apparently among the only three people here who don't dislike Zaya...1. why do you think people have more trouble forgiving Zaya for their flaws when basically EVERY Degrassi ship is messy, flawed and complicated?! (Not judging anyone - we all like what we like, and things resonate with us for different reasons, I just find it interesting that people think Zaya is too toxic to forgive while some other Degrassi couples are objective just as messy and even more so) 2. Three Zaya scenes you love that show you they're meant to be? 3. Any songs you associate with Zaya? 4. Name three things Maya and Zig have in common and three differences they have that balance each other out! 5. Want to start a Zaya Appreciation Society with me? We can all share ice cream ;)

There are actually a solid amount of devoted Zaya fans. They're just harder to find. There's a reason I stick with Tumblr. Other places intimidate me and aren't worth the drama.

1.) Personal preference? Other than that, the existence of Campbell Saunders. Just as Zaya's potential romance was picking up steam and forming the foundation for their eventual relationship, Cam killed himself. Zig was the last person to speak to Cam. Regardless of Zig's intent or that during all of their interactions, Cam was the aggressor and the one who initiated all of their conflicts, the only thing the majority of Degrassi fans remember is that Zig pushed Cam over the edge. It never sat right with many viewers that Zig wasn't held more accountable for Cam's death or that Maya was so blasé about Zig's "confession". The writers' intent was clearly to send the message that no one is responsible for a suicide or anyone else's actions. But at the same time, you should still be mindful of others because you never know what's going on in someone else's head. Plus, I don't think Zig's character took quite the trajectory that some fans were expecting. He was supposed to have "learned" from Cam's death, meaning there was an expectation that he'd come away from the experience wiser with an acute awareness of how to navigate situations like this. It turns out, that never really happened. Zig tried his best and meant well, but he continued to be careless with words and was often in over his head. Zig also went on to feud with Maya's next boyfriend, Miles, where he was much more combative and kind of a shit starter. Miles was written with more care than Zig and quickly became the preferred character out of the two starting with season 14 and Next Class. So retroactively, Zig = bad, Miles = good. And lastly, a lot of people can't overlook cheating, even in fiction. While I take the stance that while I hate it, fictional cheating happening in teen dramas is highly likely, others felt too betrayed to continue supporting their relationship. Just overall, different people come away with different interpretations of characters and couples. In my opinion, Miles was far and away Maya's worst love interest and could have never made her happy in the long run even if they were both in heathier mindsets. Comparatively, I think Zig complemented Maya very well, offered constant emotional support and more often than not communicated well with her. Maya never seemed to be as happy with any guy as she was him once they were finally together. Others will tell you Miles was a great boyfriend, most of the things I just listed, and that Zig was a mediocre love interest.

2.) That's super tough to narrow down. I feel like I'm doing this wrong, but..

(1) Zig comforting Maya after Miles screams at her, reassuring her that he knows that she means well

It's the softness for me. It's how after the confusion with the season 13 love triangle and Zig being resistant to Maya's help, he gets it. He's here when she needs him the most. It's funny how for some, Maya and Zig getting together in the second half of season 14 came totally out of nowhere. But even though I didn't expect it when the season was airing, looking back it's very easy to see what was developing and how they were getting closer and closer each episode. Even though the Maya/Miles relationship lingered and Zig could have potentially gotten together with Zoe, those romances didn't pan out. To me, this is when their season 14 arc officially begins.

(2) Zig and Maya making up backstage

Yes, they were fighting and Maya was frustrated with Zig for trying to handle the gang on his own rather than turning Vince in, but he realized on his own (with the help of Damon) what needed to happen. We didn't see the full scene, but Zig clearly apologizes for their earlier conflict and for not initially going to the police. Maya is so forgiving and so prepared to forget the whole thing happened. Like she said. "You're here. We're together." That's literally all that mattered to her. No matter what happened, she was going to stick with Zig. No one can convince me that Maya Matlin wasn't equally and 100% as in love with Zig as he was her.

(3) Zig trying to cheer Maya up

Post bus crash, Maya was in the darkest place she'd ever been in. She was slowly losing all of her personal connections. At this point, it would be difficult to say Zig and Maya were even friends anymore. Their relationship ended in a very painful way with Maya still angry with Zig even months later. They both almost died. Zig entered a very public relationship with Esme. While they had occasional moments where they interacted that reinforced their connection, (in 302 when Zig asked Maya for advice about Esme), overall Zig wasn't part of Maya's life and therefore missed a lot of her warning signs. But, he did notice her on the verge of breaking down in the hallway and instantly knew something was wrong even if he couldn't have imagined the extent of it. So, Zig basically gently forces Maya to open up to him about what's going on. He knows she's struggling with something and isn't happy anymore, so he decides to cheer her up. This is Maya's first genuine smile the entire season. Every other time, she's either faking it or indulging in darker interests that only serve to trigger her more. And Maya clearly feels all the feelings in that moment. Yes, it's easier with Zig and he reminds her of happier times, but it's also very obvious how much she's still in love with him. This isn't technically part of the scene, but in the next episode Maya makes it a point to ask Esme to take care of Zig for her. The only other person we see Maya explicitly request be taken care of after she's gone is her mother. So, it says a lot about the depth of Maya's love for Zig and how much it would mean to her for him to be taken care of after she's gone. Anyways. Zig makes Maya happy and instinctively understands her.

4.) Ugh, I'm the worst at song questions.

It Might Be Love - Latch Key Kid (played during the first time they went to The Dot)

Oh My Love - Layla (played when Maya kisses Zig in season 14, kickstarting their relationship)

The Words You Say - Harrison Storm (played at the end of #YesMeansYes)

Lover - Taylor Swift (I know I'm basic, but it's their song)

5.) Three things Zig and Maya have in common.. they're both loyal, protective people and never afraid to fight for what's right, particularly when it affects someone they care about. I'll count that as two. It's honestly tough to find similarities, as weird as that sounds. They just match each other's energy and tend to be on the same wavelength. I'll say they're both pretty laidback. In spite of the fact they find themselves pulled into drama (especially poor Maya), they typically don't go out of their way to create it. Sometimes certain rivals will bring out that side of them, but overall they're chill people.

As for the differences that balance each other out.. Zig is the more sensitive one. He has a way of being quietly supportive and intuiting things while Maya internalizes a lot of her emotions. She's so desperate for nothing to go wrong that she almost avoids reality. I honestly think Zig grounds her a bit and forces her to be honest with herself. While both have good hearts, Maya is more compassionate and quicker to forgive. Even though it would sometimes be easier to lash out and the people wronging her would 1000% deserve it, Maya avoids conflict for the most part. Zig has never met a physical conflict he didn't want to throw against his locker. He means well, but he struggles with his anger from time to time and can't help but want to defend. Sometimes he's defending himself, other times he's defending the people he cares about. Maya provides a calming influence and encourages Zig to find better, healthier ways to handle his problems. This is so hard LOL. I feel like that's it? Who Maya is and who Zig is and how they interact with each other makes them an unusually good match. This is awful. I apologize.

5.) Absolutely!

#Zaya #otp: It felt like the world was gonna end #thedegrassidiaries #Long post #Not my gifs #I definitely fucked up the numbering because I misread your ask but oh well #Damn this ended up being so long

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Second ask if it's not too much to ask :') Can you give us headcanons about Musashi, Hiruma, Jumonji, Rui and Homer in a love relationship with a foreigner female s/o ? (European/American for the first ones and European/Asian for Homer I guess ?) Thanks !

We’re going to pretend that there is no real language barrier for most of them. This is in part because I forgot about it lol

Takekura “Musashi” Gen

Doesn’t actually think too much about the fact that you’re foreign. You’re you, and that’s all he cares about.

He’s a good listener, so he’ll gladly hear you talk about your home. He’s only been to America once, and it was pure chaos, so it’s nice to hear about the normal things

The best boyfriend to have if you make mistakes with regards to social/cultural norms in Japan without knowing it. Never makes a big deal about it, and never calls you out in public. He’ll tell you later, and he has this blasé way of doing it that somehow doesn’t embarrass you?

He’s not good at explanations for things that just are in Japan, but he does his best.

He’s the type that if someone draws attention to your foreigner status he shrugs them off. If they are being rude about it, well, then the intimidation comes out. He’s not a small guy.

You usually have to take the lead with him, at least as far as things you want to do. He’s tired after working all day, so if it was up to him, it would just be cuddle/naptime most of the time

Never adverse to going where you want, even the worst of the tourist spots. He doesn’t even grumble about it, which has earned a side eye from Hiruma a time or two when he’d been dragged along (somehow, no one is actually sure why or how he got there, Mamori or Kurita are usually the suspected culprits).

Completely fine with PDA, he doesn’t consider your affection, or his, embarrassing, but there is always a hint of pink in his cheeks anyway.

Hiruma Yoichi

Given how much he travelled as a kid, the fact that you are not native to Japan means little to him.

Underwhelming, I know, but he speaks English fairly well, so there are no communication problems, and he really doesn’t see your foreigner status.

It’s mildly inconvenient if you are something like an exchange student, but while Hiruma is a tyrant and can seem inflexible, it’s not true at all. He adapts well and can change plans on a drop of a hat. If you think an ocean between you and him is an obstacle, you’d better think again.

Nothing gets in his way if he wants something.

There might be some clashes as far as romantic behavior, since Japanese youth tend to be fairly reserved when it comes to touchy PDAs and the like. This goes double for him, since he doesn’t really like being touched in general (he melts some for you), and his automatic response negative.

You’ll have to be further into your relationship before he’ll do anything more than walk beside you. Once you get past the two kilometer (one mile) high wall he puts up around himself, you will be given the privilege of being allowed to hold his hand out and about when he doesn’t need it, and he’ll let you snuggle against him if you’re sitting somewhere together.

If there comes a day when he puts you in his lap to work around you, you’ll know that he trusts you the most and has given you (metaphorically) his heart.

Not that he would ever say so out loud.

Jumonji Kazuki

Somehow, he’s even shyer with you than he is with other girls in school.

He’s somewhat used to being confessed to, it happens all the time, but when it comes to you, he just can’t be as cool as he is with them.

Language barriers stress him out – he’s afraid of saying something offensive by accident, no matter how many times you tell him that won’t happen. If you speak Japanese, even at a basic level, it’s easier. As long as the pair of you can get your general points across at the beginnings, it’s okay, and both of you get better as the time goes on.

He lets you lead dates, since let’s face it, you probably have more experience than he does and he doesn’t want to take you somewhere you don’t like. However, if you ask him to plan something, he always comes through.

Really, he worries for nothing. He’s perfectly capable of coming up with a date you’ll like.

100% asks Mamori for help though, even though he’s too embarrassed even to look at her. Lord help him if Suzuha is within earshot. The whole team will know about it in about five minutes (even if they are scattered. Suzuha is scary).

Surprisingly, he initiates things like hand holding, and even kisses you first. He can’t help it, since you’re so cute, and he’s a little impatient.

His idiot friend’s teasing might play a part.

Habashira Rui

You’re going to have to do all the work to bridge the gap with this one. He’d never approach you in a million years, even if he liked you. The fact that your foreign is just another barrier for him. His self-confidence when it comes to girls is in the negatives.

The type to watch you from afar and pine. Even though your being foreign is a barrier, he still finds it interesting, which is why he pays attention to you in the first place.

He’s a little jealous by nature, so over time the attention you get starts bothering him, but he’s smart enough to know that it’s really none of his business. It’s just one more thing to suffer in silence for.

If you start talking to him, he’ll come off as grumpy and short at first – keep at it! He’s not really, at least not to girls. He may look like a gangster, but he’s actually pretty nice underneath. He’s just really awkward.

He relaxes the more attempts you make. He’s hesitant about your attention. While he’s confident about his skills in most things, talking, especially to girls, he is not. It’s in the back of his mind that it could be a joke, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Continued attention is highly recommended. As he becomes more comfortable, he opens up. He’s very busy with his personal training

Once you start dating he’s pretty sweet. Listens really well, and learns all your likes and dislikes. Gives you small presents that always match your taste. He likes to pick out things you can’t really get in your home country.

Homer Fitzgerald

He’s really keen on meeting you right from the beginning. He’s extroverted and generally happy and kind. He’s probably on the front line to greet you.

He finds the fact that you’re from so far fun and he wants to know all about where you come from. Asks a thousand questions and it’s easy to carried away by the wave of him.

This is a boy that respects boundaries. No matter what step you’re at, he always asks until you’re comfortable enough for things to just be normal.

Literally the best boyfriend. He’s enthusiastic about you and he falls hard quickly. Wants to show you everything exciting in state.

He’s an active guy, so there might be a lot of outdoor excursions and hikes and the like. If these aren’t your thing, he can compromise, but he’s going to wheedle you into one or two trips. He’s proud of his home state of Texas and he wants to share that with you.

He’s fine to laze around too. Cuddling is his favorite and he could snuggle with you forever. Willing to watch whatever you want, even or especially movies from your home country. He sees it as further insight into you

Because he’s used to defending Panther from racism, he’s very sensitive to it. It’s probably the only time you will see him truly angry. Racism/xenophobia is a very big NO in his books. Would fight the world for his babe.

#eyeshield 21 #takekura gen #hiruma yoichi #jumonji kazuki #habashira rui #homer fitzgerald #headcanons

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lustrousgh0st · 2 years

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~⛓🖤⛓~

Toji x reader

~{no smut, just sexual tension, short drabble, mention of a gun, Tojis intimidating}~

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Imagine! new detective reader who’s on a mission with her superior to obtain information on a guy suspected to be a hitman, Toji fushiguro.

You’re in a fancy hotel bar, undercover among high profile people when you see the suspect through a crowd. He’s bending over, whispering something in a man’s ear who you recognise as a known gang leader.

Completely ignoring your superiors orders you slink off to follow Toji as he walked out the back of the dinning hall. The noise of the bustling hall fading as you followed down twisting corridors leading to the hotels bedrooms, keeping Toji’s mysterious form in sight at all times.

You keep your distance, hiding behind the corners as to not get caught, until you watch him reach a room, he unlocks the door and enters, it closing behind him. You quickly ran up outside the door, pulling your gun from it’s holster before using your master key to silently enter the room. Toji wasn’t in sight, It was a master suite so you figured he’s off in another room. You held your gun close to your chest as you lightly made your way around the suite, hands shaking and heart thumping loud.

You put your back to a wall before peaking around into the bedroom, your shoulders dropping as you couldn’t see the man anywhere. You’re on guard, feeling suspicious until you turn around and bump into a firm chest, you almost drop your gun. You stumble backwards into the wall, holding your gun out straight at the man “D..don’t move..you’re under arrest” you stuttered in the presence of such a dominating aura.

A wide smile on his scarred lip as he watched you struggle to keep up the act “is that so?…hmm I’m afraid I can’t let that happen sweetheart” he hummed, stepping closer. You clutched your gun tighter “please..don’t come any closer or-“ “or what?” He cut you off, his voice raspy, he stepped even closer now, the barrel of your gun poking into his chest “you’ll shoot me?” He mocked with a chuckle

Your face painted in disbelief at the recklessness of the man, clearly his reputation was right to be this blasé with a gun pointed to his heart. “I’m an officer, don’t push me” you frowned, pushing your nerves to the side and stiffening up “you don’t scare me princess, you’re shaking” he chuckled, eyeing up the way your hands subtly shook around the metal weapon.

“And-” he continued “the safety’s on” he whispered as his hands wrapped around yours and flicked the safety off, barrel still pressed hard into his chest. You watched in disbelief “go on then…weren’t you going to shoot me?” He asked and you stuttered over words. This man was unbelievable, you’d never met anyone with such a reckless disregard for their own life “unless this is your first time holding a gun to someone?” He chuckled, placing his hand on the hall behind your head and leaning over you. His gaze was down right predatory….

“You’ve fucked up sweetheart”

#toji thirst #toji dilf #toji scenarios #imagines #fanfic #toji smut #jjk headcanons #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #toji x y/n #toji x reader #jjk smut #toji fushiguro

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ticklishshenanigansau · 1 year

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Sleepover Shenanigans - Part 2

Mod Yosh asked me if I would expand on her Sleepover Shenanigans story, and I finally got around to it! - Kitty

[Part 1] by Yosh Based on [this picture] by Secret

It could still all be just a prank. He managed to glimpse the shining numbers on the alarm clock beyond the horde of toothy grins. Only barely past midnight — there was no way their interest wouldn’t fade in an hour at most.

The legion of fingers landed; scribbling, squeezing, pinching, raking. The swarm of physical sensation was overwhelming enough, but the accompanying flood of intent was a new layer of panic-inducing torment entirely — a mix of voracious appetites probing him for reactions, chipping at his blasé mask.

Sans bucked and twisted with a squeal, but there was nowhere to go, his small frame pinned by legs and magic. “wahaaaaaiiit—! aaahaaa! ohgahaaa—aaaahahaaaa!” Despite the onslaught, it wasn’t at all hard to pick apart the people behind the techniques.

“FFffuhuu—! Dang, Sans, you are INSANELY ticklish!” Undyne laughed boisterously, scratching roughly all over his ribs, quickly leaving the unfortunate skeleton nearly breathless already.

“That’s why he tries to keep it such a secret,” Papyrus commented with a bit of a snicker as his familiar, pointed fingertips traced the weak points under Sans’s arms.

Frisk’s soft hands squeezed at his spine with malicious purpose, fingerpads poking between his sensitive vertebrae. “Hehe, just like he keeps it secret that he thinks it’s fun, right?”

“H-he likes it?” Alphys asked, slightly shocked, her shyly skittering claws at his feet faltering.

“noho no!” Sans protested, wishing he had the power to wipe the silly, wild grin off his face. He knew how to present an intimidating front, and there was no way he could pull it off like this.

“While it is impressive you are still able to resist, there is no longer any need to fight so hard, brother,” Papyrus pointed out. “The challenge is over, and you are free to laugh to your SOUL’s content!”

Sans was getting used to letting his guard down with his brother, sure, but his former captain? His science study buddy? Even the human knowing how vulnerable he was to this was a bit unnerving in its own way. Besides, he’d done a pretty decent job overcoming even half the dare — which now that he thought about it was incredibly slanted against him compared to the rest of the playful challenges that had gone around. That had to count for something, right?

“ahee made it through five rounds, ghh~haahaa—! sh-show some mehercy…!” he entreated, turning his head from one side to the other.

“For warriors, it’s all or nothing, punk!” Seeming to double down, Undyne rubbed fiercely at the sides of his ribs, prying a frenzied howl out of him.

“aaaaaaaaaahaaaaahaaa—! ahaaa! staahaaap ohstop!” Almost nothing could make Sans fight harder than strong gargalesis against his ribs, instinct blaring from his very core to protect himself. Yanking on his limbs, he actually came close to unseating the smaller of his companions.

“Ahh—! M-maybe you sh-shouldn’t be s-so rough with him, Undyne,” Alphys chided gently.

“Psh. If he’s not passing out, he can take it!”

“U-Undyne….”

“Ugh, whatever. You got lucky, this time, Sans.” Slowing her speed, she switched to a surprisingly mild kneading massage.

“hahhhh….! ahhaaa….! khh~hh!” A little wheezier after the harsh attack eased up, Sans suddenly found himself unable to hold back anymore, his defenses shattered too far to even hope to pull back together while they all continued to tantalize his magical nerves. “heheeeaa! ahahaa! nnhn~! aaahaahaa!”

“Can we do the last round of Truth or Dare?” Frisk asked, moving from Sans’s spine to his hips. “It was supposed to be my turn to ask someone next.”

“I do not see why not!” Pleased to see that his brother was starting to give into the sensation, Papyrus agreed to the request cheerfully. “I believe everyone exhausted their truth eligibility, so whomever you ask must complete a dare!”

“Yay! Okay, Alphys, I dare you to make Sans say something really embarrassing, hehehe.” The child giggled mischievously.

Even through his current duress, Sans still managed to be somewhat startled. But of course, he’d made Frisk say silly things through time-travel shenanigans. It stood to reason a little revenge was in order. Not that he really minded saying anything really goofy, especially if it got a chuckle out of someone.

And maybe he’d be able to escape after this….

“Oh, hmm….” Alphys looked down in thought, then smiled, taking inspiration from her Kissy Cutie printed pajamas. “I want S-Sans to proclaim his love for tickling—”

All said skeleton’s thought processes stopped.

“—just like how Mew Mew proclaims her love for snail ice cream in the beach scene and just gushes about how it’s so good even though her friends thinks it’s really odd, but they don’t actually mind because they’re all so close and don’t mind each other’s differences and—”

“nahat a chance in h-hehell!”

“Fuhuhu…. Make Sans say it, or you’ll be joining him,” Undyne warned in a low tone.

“M—!... M-me…?” Alphys squeaked, then gulped, shuffling with a blush flaring across her face. But in another second, her lids lowered and she grinned. “I kn-know what’ll get to him….”

The wandering fingers retreated for the moment, but Sans felt no relief as everyone's interest piqued. Alphys's tail was already whipping past the doorframe before he could make use of the break to stall her – the lizard monster could move fast when she was excited. "hh–! nnmh….” Mustering a pout, he tilted his chin back, looking at Papyrus above him.

Do I really have to do this?

Gloved fingers gently patted the crown of his skull, his brother breaking away from shared conspiratorial chuckles, heeding Sans’s unspoken question. Cheekbones perked, his expression somehow combined radiant, innocent joy, with a sly, questioning squint.

Do you really not want to?

Sans quickly broke eye contact, SOUL fluttering in his chest. What he really didn’t want to do was confront the truth….

Shuffling back into the room, Alphys was now cradling something clearly mechanical in her hands. Sans jolted as he noticed bristles jutting from one end of the thing.

“What’s that?” Frisk asked curiously before anyone else could.

“It’s a scale p-polisher.” She ran her claws through the brush. “Soft, but also f-firm, for exfo-foliation, ahah…. And it goes up to twelve r-p-s!”

"gh–!"

Undyne's brows scrunched. "R-p-s? What kind of nerd talk is that?"

"Oh! It st-stands for 'rotations-per-second'," Alphys clarified. "That means the brush sp-spins fully around twelve t-times in a single second."

"Only twelve!? What a slacker! You want me to whip it into shape for you?"

"Trust me, this will be p-plenty." Seeming in a rare self-assured mood, Alphys settled herself down on the floor beside Sans, her tail curling up around herself. The tip wagged a bit. "Frisk, can you bunch up his knee and hold it st-steady for me, please?"

"Hehe, okay!"

"hey, hey! get off!" Sans cringed, fruitlessly fighting against the hold on his leg. His brother may have been prominently pinning him – magically and physically – but Sans still felt a bit pathetic that he couldn't hold his own against a mere child. Especially in front of Undyne.

“I-if you admit it now, I won’t use it….” Alphys hovered a thumb over the power button.

“...nothin’ to admit.” As if any of them were going to let him evade a torturous working over at this point.

“It seems my brother likes tickling SO much that he WANTS you to use it!” Papyrus cheerfully chimed in.

“pap!”

“Ehehe, w-well, if that’s the case, then….” The room was filled with a noisy drone as the brush head began to spin, whirring faster until it reached peak speed. And then Alphys pressed it to his knee.

Sans’s leg jerked, the rest of his body instantly contorting. "gghrrgg! aahaa! oh noho! ghh–! haaa~ahah! get ahaff!" Getting hit with such a strong shock of sensation instantly put Sans on edge. He couldn't distinctly make out the rotations with how fast the brush was moving, but the sheer force and vibration of the tool was horribly overwhelming. “hnnn–! aahahaa! aahahaha!”

He was saved any further protests as the machine suddenly powered down, though the buzzing was still ringing in his ears – and worse, deep tingles continued to wrack his knee.

“Hey, why’d you turn it off? He hasn’t confessed yet!” Undyne pointed out, clearly unsatisfied.

“That was just a warm up. I was t-testing to make sure it actually would tickle h-him, ehee…”

“hehh, c’mon…,” Sans panted. “ya hardly needed t’ prove that i’m weak in the knees….”

A disgruntled noise burst from the younger skeleton monster, and he glared down at Sans. “...Alphys. Destroy him.”

“Oh, I will, but first, I n-need Frisk to climb on both his legs now, a-and Undyne, you should probably hold his ankles.”

“Like this?” “Hell yeah!”

“P-perfect!” Now, knowing the true power she held, Alphys went for the ribs.

“ohgaahaa–!” For a moment, the wind was knocked right out of him, pressure building up in his chest until he exploded into screaming laughter. “aaaaahaaahaa! naaaaaaahhahahaa~aaaaaahh!” He couldn't have been louder if she'd been wielding a power saw. "ahaahaaaal! al! ahal! al! staaaahahaaahaaaaa–!!"

"Oh, no, is it hurting him?" Frisk asked in concern, now hesitant to hold onto the thrashing skeleton.

"He's just fine!" Papyrus assured. "He's saying 'Al', not 'ow'!"

“ahee’m sahayin’ stahahaaap!” Sans managed to wail coherent words. “aaaaahahaaaa! s-sahahaave me, kid!” he begged the only one who seemed slightly sympathetic to his suffering.

Seeing that Sans was ultimately all right, or at the very least not dying, Frisk giggled with a head shake.

“Say that you like it, Sans!” The lizard monster was truly engrossed now, tilting the polisher against the curves of his torso with an increasingly heavier hand.

"ghgg–gkh! nonononahaahaaaaaa!!" he defiantly howled.

"And here you were scolding me for going all out on this punk! You're ruthless!" Undyne relinquished one of Sans's ankles to lightly clap Alphys on the shoulder, hand lingering and raising to a poised claw. "Or … you're just that determined to not face the same consequences…"

Beads of perspiration broke out over the scientist’s temples, and she stuttered out an unintelligible rush of squeaky syllables. The looming threat spurred the familiar feeling of working under pressure; now the only thing that mattered was getting results.

Hardly about to get enough breath before, Sans wheezed thickly as Alphys's intent strengthened against him. The polisher was so much more devastating than he had imagined, attacking him with perpetual, revolving motion that seemed to penetrate to his marrow. But still, as long as a speck of dignity remained to his name, he could not bring himself to say what they all wanted to hear from him. Literally, he couldn't anyway, as any word he tried to form now was lost in strained gasps that could hardly be recognizable as laughter anymore were it not for his expression of coerced mirth.

Papyrus leaned forward towards his current tormenter, a hand to his mouth while he whispered something that Sans couldn’t quite make out. Which was saying something because, great as he was, Papyrus was terrible at keeping his voice down. Sans could hear the tool’s buzzing straight in his skull, so that wasn’t helping either.

Mercifully, Alphys switched the polisher off, just as Papyrus sat back upright with an encouraging smile. “Let him go for a moment!” his brother ordered, and soon all the restricting hands and magic were off of him.

“...ohhhhhh….” Sans groaned out the shape that he was curling up into. His torso throbbed everywhere that the brush had touched, tingles seeming to float and bounce inside his chest cavity.

Expecting a bit of respite, Sans jumped as tentative claws traced over his thoroughly sensitized ribs.

“T-tickle tickle! Hehe!...” It wasn’t hard for Alphy’s to keep up with his pathetic attempts to protect himself. Though not pinning him, she hovered closely enough that he could catch a whiff of her New Mew brand bubblegum-scented lotion. "Tickle tickle tickle!" His ears rang with the teasing word, making his SOUL flutter and jump.

Through squinted watery sockets, he could make out a genuine toothy smile through the glow of her blushing magic, and for a moment – with all of his senses so full – he forgot everything else. Giggling under the fingers of his friend, he was just Sans; Sans the ticklish skeleton.

“ohho! aahaha! stahappit!” he gasped out breathlessly, rocking in place with a large, goofy smile. “ohho~ahahahaa! haa~haha, ahee can’t take this!”

Papyrus snickered. “Wow, brother…. That would be SO much more convincing … if you were actually TRYING to get away.”

“hck–!” Sans could feel all the magic rushing to his cheeks – burning in his chest along the way.

“Yeah, no one’s holding you down anymore!” Undyne reiterated the obvious, just to rub it in.

Alphys laughed in nervous relief, no longer feeling quite so doomed. “C-come, on, Sans, it’s really obvious now, s-so just admit it, ehee….”

Hands rising to hide his eyes, Sans gulped and whined as he caught his breath, finally sputtering, “i…. i reh~heally … love….. h-hheh….”

He could feel all four of them bending closer with bated breath, as if even an exhale would chase away his admission.

"i … love…. snail ice cream too." Sans blew out a sigh, sliding his hands down to reveal his terribly amused expression. "phew! ya'know i'm really glad to finally get that offa my chest, eheheh!"

The others remained in an even heavier silence than before, eager anticipation replaced with shock and a boiling indignation.

Sans could even swear he saw steam rising from the Captain's ears.

“ATTAAAAAACK!” Undyne screamed, shoving Alphys down beside Sans, the lizard monster’s shrieks joining his through the rest of the night.

#Undertale #Sans #Papyrus #Undyne #Alphys #Frisk

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