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rafesangelita · 1 month ago

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So I just read after hours with dilf rafe and I NEED a fic for the next day aka the day spend at the country club, I am so curious to see how bitchy!kook!reader and the kids interact!

warnings: none really just some fluff <3

a/n: read ‘after hours with dilf!rafe’ here ! and read more about bitchy!kook!reader and dilf!rafe’s dynamic here ♡ also just for reference, i’m envisioning rafe has two kids in this fic; one girl who’s eleven years old, and one boy who’s five years old

you were still getting used to being around rafe’s kids, having never had any siblings of your own, you were learning how to interact with them by watching how they talked to each other and studying them the best way you could. what made them laugh? what kind of stuff did they like talking about? what kind of things did rafe get after them for? rafe could see how devoted you were to getting to know them and he loved that you had opened yourself up to not only letting him love you, but his children as well. despite this whole thing being new to you, you were a doing a damn good job.

everyone was currently at the country club, rafe and his son out on the golf course, and you and his daughter sitting comfortably underneath the shade at a table not too far away, both of you sharing a mocktail as she let you in on all the fifth grade gossip. “she told everyone that i copied her party theme but i had already been planning my birthday party for months! and of course everyone believed her because she threw her’s first..” you scoffed, shaking your head at the pure audacity.

“as if you needed the inspiration,” you rolled your eyes, “people— especially girls in competition with you, are always going to find something to grab onto, whether it be your party theme, your style, your personality.. you just have to remember as long as you’re true to yourself in a world full inauthentic people, they’re always going to try and take what you come up with, so the best thing you could do is just pick your friends wisely and don’t surround yourself with absolutely everyone. that’s what i did, and now i only have bestest friends in my circle.”

she looked at you like she was having an epiphany, her eyes slightly wide as she pondered over your words. “wow, that’s probably like the best advice i’ve ever gotten.” she hummed, taking a sip from the virgin piña colada in your hand. rafe smiled to himself, having heard your entire exchange. “you know what that means?” you asked with a teasing smile, “we’ll just have to throw you a bigger and better party next year.” rafe felt his heart stir at the mention of ‘we’— the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he cleared his throat.

drawing your attention to rafe and his son, you saw the way his little cheeks were bright red from the blazing sun beating down on him, his hair sticking to his forehead as he swung his miniature club the way rafe taught him. “ray!” you called after the little boy, “come get you some water, let’s take a little break real quick.” without hesitation, baby ray dropped the club and ran straight into your lap where you held the ice cold water bottle up for him to drink from. rafe all but melted at the sight, the corner of his lips twitching as he watched the you smiled down at his boy.

helping his daughter up from her seat, he fixed her in his lap so he could sit next to you, his lips coming down to plant a kiss on your temple. ray pulled away from the water bottle with a gasp, his legs working to climb up so he could give you a kiss too. you just about died when you felt his lips on your cheek, your arms wrapping around the little boy as he rested his head on your chest. “so what do you feel like eating for lunch?” rafe asked his daughter, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she leaned back against his chest. “why don’t we go back home and make something? y/n made these super good sandwiches yesterday and she took the crust off.”

rafe laughed, looking over at you to make sure you were okay with making the kids something to eat. “i can definitely do that, how about this time i show you how to do it so you can make them whenever you want?” at your words, she nodded frantically, shooting up to her feet and tugging on rafe’s arm so all of you can leave. laughing softly at her excitement, you adjusted ray on your hip before you and rafe followed her out of the country club gates. helping rafe put ray in his booster seat, you put his seatbelt on before booping his nose and shutting the door. “hey—” rafe stopped you as you were rounding the truck to get to your side, “you’re doing amazing with them.”

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rafeslvbug · 16 days ago

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how did nba!rafe and singer!reader come public w their relationship??

singer!reader and nba!rafe publicising their relationship..

soft launches and hard launches didn’t exist.

there was no curating your relationship for the media, even when your publicists insisted you should.

no, rafe made it very clear that you would do what you wanted.

so you did. you went to rafe’s games, posting highlights on instagram like it was the most normal thing. you walked away with his arm around your shoulders, paparazzi taking pictures and ignoring every comment because you could.

rafe would come to your concerts. be filmed by fans, blushing with every song about him, cute shout outs and kisses you’d blow to him. caught wearing bracelets. caught walking off with you in your tour bodysuit outfit, infatuated and pressing kisses to your shoulder.

you’d talk about each other openly. in interviews. podcasts. online. commenting on each other’s posts. mentioning casual things you did on the weekend or conversations.

– “oh yeah, well, rafe always says he prefers the blue outfit so i wear that more often.”

– “me and my girl went out last night to this Italian restaurant i have to recommend to you, if you’re gonna take your wife anywhere.”

– “rafe tries to explain sports to me, all the time. i support every team he supports because i really don’t know any better, he doesn’t like us going into separate rooms to watch our own stuff so he gets into what i like, and i get into sports for him.”

– “i went to y/n’s recording session once and it’s mind blowing really the work that goes into it. fun too, she let me mess about with her guitar - and she loves that guitar.”

she’d subtly post him on her tiktok/insta, filming a quick video at night, resting on a muscled arm that’s so blatantly rafe’s, because everyone can see the small lines marking his tattoo. or maybe she’d do a quick video recap of her month, and he’d be featured in every few videos.

rafe would always have a picture of her in his photo dumps, maybe a photo of him carrying a purple bag filled with things that definitely don’t belong to him. late night photo of him in bed, you in the background, playing your music and writing songs, having had some midnight epiphany.

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intimidaid · 2 months ago

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just saw a success story and someone said (paraphrased) "basically i spent an hour in my dr and i gawked at my beautiful taste in design and played the sims 4 in create a sim for a while before shifting back" and i thought "hoe you shifted realities and all you did was... play the sims...?"

and then it hit me.

it hit me.

it is literally just another reality.

there is nothing inherently special about that reality (or any dr for that matter).

why the hell wouldn't someone play ts4 in their dr?

THIS MIGHT SEEM LIKE SUUUCH common sense but i have been glorifying my dr far too much lately, i fear. like, yes. i'm probably going to "waste time" doing "frivolous" stuff in my dr. no fucking shit.

i think i've been thinking of my dr a lot like a vacation. as in, when i was in south korea on vacation, my thought process was often "i'm in seoul, i'm not going to miss out on [x special activity, like kbbq and n seoul tower and other stuff]." and i assumed it'd be the same for my dr...

girl.

it is just another reality.

it's not like i'm going on vacation; i'm living another life, it's more like i'm moving abroad.

i think my entire mentality just changed.

so thank you to the shifter who shifted while shitting, you officially gave me an epiphany.

#reality shifting #cnscs talks #shifting #desired reality #reality shifting community #shifting community #cnscs advice #shifting diary #shifting journey #what the fuck #cnscs having an epiphany #cnscs losing it

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vistovii · 3 days ago

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OPTION THREE.

🌙hey there! last night, this vivid fantasy came to me. i want to share it with you!

p.s. english isn’t my first language, the translation of this text may not be accurate.

tags & warnings: 18+ only, fem!reader x phainon х mydei, smut (threesome, cunniligus, double penetration)

word count: 2,2k

if u read it: you're hot stuff, thanks💛

The library of the Academy Grove of Epiphany was flooded with sunlight – playful and insistent. You sat hunched over an ancient tome on star spirals, feeling the weight of two very different stares boring into you. The tension between Mydei and Phainon hung thick in the air, as familiar as the dusty scrolls, stretched taut like guitar strings.

Mydei was fire incarnate. His perpetually messy hair looked like flame-red tongues licking the air, eyes the color of burnished copper sparking with cocky impatience. He leaned against a bookshelf opposite, clad in armor and fancy gear that shamelessly left his torso bare. His grin was a challenge, his movements sharp and wide.

"Y/N, you're not seriously planning to sit here 'til sundown, choking on ancient dust, are you? The Moon Gardens are unreal tonight... and deserted. Just the two of us. Well," his gaze flicked pointedly to the third occupant, mostly.

Phainon was his polar opposite. Cool, almost icy elegance. Silver hair perfectly styled, eyes deep as mountain lakes under a winter sky. His silhouette, ramrod straight in an immaculate blue-white uniform, was still, only the tips of his long fingers lightly brushing a book spine.

Without turning his head, he cut through the quiet air, his voice precise as a scalpel:

"The Moon Gardens are suitable for aimless strolls and idle chatter, Mydei. Y/N values knowledge. And the quiet you are so persistently shattering." His gaze, finally settling on you, was deep, analytical, full of an unspoken interest carefully masked behind politeness.

Their rivalry had been an academy fixture. Each vied for your favor – Mydei with crackling wit, risky expeditions beyond the walls, and lavish (if often ill-timed) gifts. Phainon with razor-sharp intellectual talks, perfectly curated books, his quiet, reliable presence, always ready to tackle the toughest academic snags. Both assumed you'd have to pick one. But today, a different plan had hatched in your mind.

You closed the book. The thump of the cover was startlingly loud, freezing both guys, their attention snapping fully to you. You looked up, first at Mydei, then Phainon. A faint, mysterious smile played on your lips, eyes gleaming with a mix of daring and sudden courage.

"You both try so hard," your voice was calm, laced with steel, "Mydei – to sweep me into your whirlwind. Phainon – to plunge me into the depths of thought. It's dazzling... and exhausting." You paused, seeing Mydei frown and Phainon's brow lift slightly. "Why..." you stood, stepping into the center of the invisible triangle between you three, "...should I have to choose between fire and ice? Wouldn't it be far more interesting... to blend the elements?" Your words hung, charged with a new, unexpected meaning.

Mydei's usual swagger faltered:

"Blend? Y/N, what are you...?" He shot a confused, quick glance at Phainon, who, to his surprise, looked not offended, but... intrigued. Those icy eyes narrowed, dissecting you, your stance, your expression, the subtext.

Instead of answering, you moved closer to Mydei. Light as a feather, you traced your fingertips along his forearm, feeling the muscles tense beneath.

"Your energy... it's infectious, Mydei," Turning to Phainon, your gaze locked with his piercing blue eyes. You slowly raised your hand, barely grazing his cheek. The skin under your fingers was cold, smooth, "And your focus... it's so deep." The touch made Phainon flinch almost imperceptibly, a crack in his usual reserve. You saw his pupils dilate.

"Imagine," you whispered, stepping back to see them both, your voice dropping low, husky, "how fire could warm ice... and ice cool fire... not destroying, but creating something new. Something... more." You challenged them with your gaze. "Or are you scared? Scared to find out what happens if you stop fighting over me and start... sharing?"

Silence descended, thick as fog. Mydei broke it first. A rough chuckle escaped him, but his eyes held no mockery – only shock, curiosity, and a dawning hunger to take this insane dare.

"Scared? Not a chance. But Phainon..." He threw a look at his rival.

Phainon slowly drew himself up to his full height. A strange fire burned in his eyes – disbelief, interest, and something else, deeply buried.

"Fear is irrational," he stated, looking first at you, then at Mydei, holding the latter's gaze a beat longer. "But an experiment... requires specific conditions. And privacy." His words were both agreement and question.

Your heart hammered. You nodded, speechless. The provocation had worked. The door to the unknown was cracked open. You took Mydei's hand – his palm was hot, slightly damp. Then you reached for Phainon. He hesitated only a fraction of a second before his long, cool fingers wrapped around yours with surprising gentleness. Linked by this new, thrilling, terrifying agreement, you left the library. Your footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, heading towards your private apartment.

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The fading sunset light, filtering through sheer curtains, bathed the room in warm gold and crimson. The air smelled of dried flowers in a vase and something else – thick anticipation laced with a hint of danger and irresistible pull. Mydei and Phainon stood facing each other like duelists, yet their gazes were locked on you, standing between them at the epicenter of the energy field you'd created.

You felt Mydei's excited, slightly ragged breathing. Phainon radiate controlled power. The pattern was broken; now it needed life. You stepped forward, towards Mydei. Lifted your hands, touched his face – his skin burned. He leaned into the touch, his copper-red strands falling onto his forehead. Your fingers slid down his cheekbone, to his lips, surprisingly soft, and you felt him shiver when your thumb brushed the corner of his mouth. His strong hands settled uncertainly on your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress.

"You always burn so bright, Mydeimos," you whispered, inches away.

"Only for you," the words rasped out before his mouth covered yours. The kiss was greedy, urgent, like lava flow, full of the raw desire he'd held back so long. His hands pulled you flush against him, making you drown for a second in his heat, feeling the sheer power of his passion.

Remembering the other participant, you reached back without fully breaking from Mydei, inviting Phainon. He didn't hesitate. You felt his presence behind you – tall, calm, radiating potent energy. His hands settled on your sensitive breasts – first cautious, questioning. Then firmer. His breath touched your neck, raising goosebumps in a contrasting wave.

"Phainon..." you breathed his name, pulling back slightly from Mydei's kiss but not moving away. You turned your head, meeting his icy blue gaze. You drew him in, lips meeting his.

If Mydei's kiss was fire, Phainon's was like plunging into the depths of a mountain lake – slow, exploratory, intensely focused. He moved methodically, precisely, mapping new territories of sensation. His fingers began tracing circles around your already hardened nipples, making you moan into the kiss, your head swimming.

Mydei, spurred by jealousy or excitement, found the clasp of your dress at the back. A moment – and the garment slid softly from your shoulders, pooling at your feet like a cloud.

Cool air touched your bare skin. Mydeimos froze, drinking in your curves, silent awe on his face. Then he sank to his knees before you. His hands circled your waist as his lips sought the skin of your stomach, leaving hot kisses and nips that made you shudder and press back against Phainon.

Time lost meaning. The room became an arena where bodies moved in a complex, unrehearsed, yet perfectly synchronized dance. Heat and cold didn't fight; they intertwined, amplifying each other. Mydei's touches were bold, demanding, claiming every inch of your skin. Phainon's touches were counterpoint and ally. Like a conductor, he guided your movements, anchored you during intense waves. He studied your reactions to the double assault, clearly affected himself. You saw his control fraying, his breathing growing ragged, his gaze darkening with unchecked desire when he watched Mydei touching you.

Three bodies, freed from clothes, moved in a heated tangle to the wide bed. Mydei, like living flame, pressed his hot, hard chest against your bare back, holding you tightly. One hand cupped your breast while the other slid down your stomach, towards the slick heat between your legs, his fingers teasing, preparing. His hips pressed against your ass, and you felt his arousal, pulsing heat against you through the thin barrier of skin.

Phainon stood before you, watching with desire-darkened eyes as the other man held you. Without pause, he knelt on the bed between your spread thighs, his gaze accepting this mad path you'd proposed. His lips found the inside of your thigh, kisses slow, deliberate, moving higher, towards the epicenter of your trembling. His tongue slid over sensitive folds, precise and relentless, drawing a sharp gasp and moan from you.

"Phainon..."

"This is what you wanted," not a question, a statement.

His tongue returned, more insistent now, focused on that most sensitive nub. Simultaneously, his thumb found your lower entrance, stroked over the tight ring of muscle, pressing with tender, undeniable firmness.

Behind you, Mydeimos groaned. His hands grew more demanding. His arousal, pressed against you, pulsed in time with his heart.

"Give it to her... give it to us..." his voice was hoarse with impatience.

Phainon made one last, devastatingly perfect stroke with his tongue, making your whole body jerk. Then he straightened, taking hold of your knees, lifting your hips, opening you completely. His gaze shot to Mydei – a silent command.

Mydei understood. You felt the smooth, hard, scorching length pressing against your slick, ready entrance. He entered first, sheathing himself inside your welcoming heat with one powerful thrust. A cry tore from your lips, your body arching, taking him in, feeling the full, stretching fullness. Mydeimos paused for a breath, his breathing loud, hands gripping your hips.

"Goddess," he exhaled.

But it wasn't enough. Your gaze, hazy with pleasure, found Phainon. He stood before you, not hiding his impressive size. He waited. Waited for your signal. Waited for your readiness.

"Join us, Phainon... Please..." you gasped.

It was all he needed. Phainon entered with agonizing slowness and infinite tenderness, allowing your body to adapt to this new, unfamiliar, tight embrace. The sensation was shattering: you were filled, stretched, pierced by two streams of energy. These two men became pillars holding up your universe.

You hung suspended, all three. Breath tangled in a single ragged rhythm. You felt every beat of their hearts inside you, every pulse, every inch of occupied space. This wasn't just intimacy. This was fusion. Complete. Absolute. You were the nexus, the point where two opposing stars collided.

Mydei moved first. Tentatively withdrawing almost completely, then smoothly surging back in, filling you again and again. His movements made your inner muscles clench. That clench caught Phainon, and he responded, finding his own rhythm.

At first, they moved out of sync. Mydei's thrust deep met Phainon's retreat, creating a vortex of sensation. Then their rhythms began to find each other. They found a shared tempo, a shared harmony where their movements didn't clash but multiplied your sensations.

The double onslaught was unbearable and divine. You felt their bodies fuse with yours, their energies twining inside – Mydei's fiery passion and Phainon's icy power. They were your anchor, your torment, your salvation. Moans became a continuous cry, your body arched, tensed like a bowstring.

The orgasm hit like a supernova. A wave of pure ecstasy, twice as powerful as anything you'd known, obliterated thought. Your body convulsed in the fiercest spasms, inner muscles clamping down on them both with incredible force. You screamed, deaf to your own voice, feeling your own contractions trigger answering groans and thrusts deep within. Mydei roared, his body locking tight, movements becoming sharp, involuntary, and you felt the hot, pulsing surge deep inside you. At the same moment, Phainon let out a low, choked groan, pressing his hips flush against yours in one final, deep thrust, and you felt a new rush of warmth filling you at the very core of your triple union.

Two parts of a complex equation had found their place within you, creating a perfect whole. Rivals vanished. Only you remained. Three. Bound now by an invisible, unbreakable thread.

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The first pale, tentative rays of dawn crept into the room, painting golden stripes on tangled limbs. The air was warm with mingled breath and the faint, sweet scent of closeness. You lay on your side, your back pressed against the hard plane of Mydei's chest. His arm rested possessively on your waist, fingers loosely gripping your skin even in sleep. Facing you, Phainon slept. Lashes trembled on pale cheeks, his features softened, serene. One arm was stretched out, his palm resting on your thigh. Even asleep, he radiated calm.

You closed your eyes, listening to the beat of two hearts – one loud and steady against your back, the other quieter but just as strong before you. Fire and Ice. Passion and Depth. Your provocation, your mad idea, had taken flesh. Option three hadn't been a compromise; it was the discovery of a new cosmos of sensation. You didn't know what came next, how you'd navigate this triangle under the academy's harsh daylight. But here and now, in the dawn's quiet, there was only one certainty: you hadn't chosen one of them. You'd chosen them both. And that choice, unexpected and bold, felt utterly right. The world had shrunk to this bed, to their breathing, to the soft sigh of wind outside the window, and the silent understanding hanging in the air.

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written-and-readen · 4 months ago

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you know what. time for me to be a whore (3.1 spoilers)

thinking of non-relationship reader coming over to anaxa's new temporary place in okhema to drop off some stuff only to hear strange noises. they move to check it out before cerces shows up and is like "i wouldn't do that if i were you. anaxagoras is simply... preoccupied."

but reader is still a dumbass and wants to check on him (cerces tried, alright) only to walk in on him "relieving some stress" from everything that's happened.

...ofc maybe a talk about respecting privacy and boundaries is in order later but ooh boy

Knock Before You Enter

Anaxa x reader

Summary: You go to visit Anaxa after the incident at the Grove of Epiphany and accidentally interrupt him while he’s busy.

Warnings: nsfw (18+), male masturbation

a/n: The way my jaw DROPPED while reading this

You readjust the box of scrolls in your hand as you climb the stairs to where Anaxa's supposed to be staying. Aglaea had directed you to a house at the edge of Okhema, one further from the city's noise, after giving a brief rundown of what had happened. You're sure the professor would be irked that you'd had to speak even a word to Aglaea, but that's something that could be omitted easily enough without raising suspicion. Honestly, you're just relieved he's alive. Hopefully, seeing how you'd salvaged some of the Grove's resources would lift his mood a little.

As you approach the door, you hear something coming from the other side. It sounds like heavy breathing. You set your box down next to the door to check it out, but before you can lean your ear closer, a voice speaks from behind you.

"I suggest not going in there." You jump and turn to face a woman with branches entwined in her long hair and a faint golden glow surrounding her.

"You're Cerces, aren't you?" You ask in awe, and she nods in reply. As amazing as it is to finally see the Titan of Reason in person, you have to curb your excitement for now. "I didn't know you could separate from Anaxa. Is he in there?"

"He's a little preoccupied right now. I do not wish to be around him, and I'm certain he feels the same." That tracks. Anaxa wasn't really known for his agreeable personality, especially concerning the Titans.

"You too should probably not interrupt him," Cerces advises.

"We're friends though. I want to make sure he's alright." Anaxa may dislike the Titans, but you're no Titan. Before the incident at the Grove, you’d drop by his office when possible. Although he often scolded you for interrupting his work, especially when you didn't knock, he’d let you keep him company. You're sure he wouldn't mind a visitor, and you made a promise to yourself to keep it short so he could get some rest.

You push open the door, and your hand hasn't even left the doorknob before you see Anaxa. His eye meets yours, slightly hazy compared to their usual sharpness, and his turquoise hair has strands falling in front of his face. His jacket is draped over the back of the chair he's sitting in, exposing his shoulders and making their rise and fall clearer as he breathes heavily, mouth slightly agape.

His right hand, unadorned by his rings, is wrapped around his leaking cock. You hadn’t noticed how long his fingers were until you now saw them curled so prettily around its length. That's the best word you can come up with in the moment: pretty. He looks so pretty like this—

In an instant, you pull the door shut again. You’ve never seen the Sage so….uncomposed, and it has you losing your composure as well. Your heart has gone from normal to max speed, your cheeks are aflame, and for the life of you, you cannot forget the image you just witnessed. Anaxa's recurring reminders of how you should knock before entering ring in your head before Cerces' voice breaks through them.

"I did warn you, didn't I?"

#written by ray #fics by ray #asking and answering #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #hsr x reader #anaxa x reader #anaxa #anaxa smut

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insomniac4000 · 2 months ago

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I beg for more will lenney, where the big man is maybe a little stressed about the rodds release, and the reader comforts him and supports him

For the Gorgeous Geordie!

The old warehouse in Shoreditch smelled faintly of coffee grounds and sawdust. Light filtered in through massive, grime-speckled windows, illuminating stacks of branded cardboard boxes, glass bottles, and dozens of taste-testing cups strewn across folding tables. Will Lenney—known to millions online as WillNE stood in the middle of it all, hands on hips, eyebrows drawn together in deep concern.

“This is either genius,” he muttered, staring at the masses of black bottles each with the word Rodds embossed over their flavour sticker, the eye logo almost truanting him “or the most expensive midlife crisis ever.”

From the back of the room came the unmistakable laugh of James Marriott.

“You’re 28,” James said, sauntering forward with a bottle in hand. “Bit early for a midlife crisis, mate. Call it a quarter-life caffeine epiphany instead.”

Will didn’t laugh.

James took a sip of the cold brew, swirled it in his mouth like a wine snob, and nodded. “This batch is good. Like, actually good.”

Will ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Yeah. But is it ‘justify-six-months-of-work-and-sinking-my-savings-into-it’ good?”

James didn’t answer immediately. That was a question with more layers than the average croissant. He reached out and clapped Will on the shoulder.

“It’s good enough to bet on,” he said quietly. “And we did. So let’s see it through.”

Will wasn’t sleeping much these days. It wasn’t just the cold brew taste tests, which were ironically wrecking his ability to sleep it was the overwhelming anxiety of launching Rodds. The name had started as a joke between him and James about how all cold brew brands sounded like posh dog names. “Rodds,” Will had said, “sounds like the name of a Labrador that only eats gluten-free treats.” Somehow, the name stuck.

Then came the logo design, the coffee bean sourcing, the shipping logistics, the social media strategy, the meetings with retailers, and worst of all, the money. Will had poured a small fortune into this. More than a brand deal’s worth. More than two brand deals. He wasn’t sure he could recoup the costs even if the product sold well.

His YouTube career had taught him a lot; about marketing, content, engagement. But none of that quite prepared him for the harsh realities of launching a physical product.

Luckily, he wasn’t going through it alone.

“You need to go outside.”

Will’s girlfriend, Y/N, stood in the doorway of his flat, wearing his hoodie and holding a smoothie she had just blended. Her eyes were gentle but firm. Her hair was scraped into a ponytail and she had the kind of clear-eyed calm Will craved these days.

“I’ve got a call with the fulfilment centre in 30,” he said without looking up from his laptop.

“That gives you 29 minutes to breathe,” Y/N replied.

Will looked at her, and the tension in his jaw softened. He shut the laptop and stood up.

They walked the block in silence at first, Will nursing the smoothie, Y/N wrapping her arm through his. Finally, she said, “You know, you’ve done everything right. People are excited. Your friends are excited. The branding’s sick. You love this stuff.”

Will raised an eyebrow. “You just used the phrase ‘branding’s sick.’ You okay?”

Y/N smiled. “I’m learning your language. But seriously, I’ve watched you obsess over this for months. You’re allowed to be nervous. Just don’t let it talk you out of being proud.”

He exhaled, long and shaky. “I just don’t want to flop. It’s not just about views anymore it’s my name on a bottle. It’s my money. If this fails, it’ll feel... personal.”

She turned and placed both hands on his chest. “Then it’ll be your lesson. But from everything I’ve seen, it won’t be. And even if it is, we deal with that together. Okay?”

Will wrapped his arms around her. She smelled like clean laundry and shampoo.

“Okay,” he murmured.

The launch date was set for May. Will handled the logistics: distribution, legal stuff, ads, influencer outreach, even the copy on the website he could be a bit of a control freak like that at times. He even was the one who got his team to write the advert for it with Mikey and George in his police outfit. The behind the scene footage was hilarious—but also surprisingly heartwarming. Everyone seemed genuinely excited about it.

Even so, Will was spiraling.

He didn’t talk about it much with anyone except Y/N.

She was always there—quietly setting a bowl of pasta down while he edited, reading contracts with him, catching tiny typos in the Instagram captions, rubbing his back at 1 a.m. when he was worrying about the first stock shipment being delayed.

One evening, a week before launch, Will sat on the floor of their living room surrounded by invoices and bubble wrap. Y/N walked in and wordlessly joined him, cross-legged.

“Tell me what’s going on in that big head,” she said.

Will glanced sideways at her. “What if I’ve bet everything on something no one wants?”

“You bet everything on you. And I want you,” she replied simply.

He leaned his head on her shoulder. “You’re disgustingly good at this.”

“That’s why you keep me around.”

The launch day came fast—and started slow.

Will was up at 5 a.m. refreshing the website. At 5:10, James texted: Wake me when we’ve sold 10. I need beauty sleep.

Will stared at the screen, then slowly sat back, dumbfounded.

Y/N leaned over the back of the couch, hugging him from behind.

“Will,” she whispered, “you did it.”

He didn’t answer right away. He just let the tears come—quiet and surprised. Not dramatic. Just relief. Just release.

She stayed right there.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind.

Rodds became the unexpected drink of choice for TikTok commentary creators, lifestyle vloggers, and podcast hosts. Fans posted videos of themselves trying it, some Sainsburt’s shelves were actually selling out of the stuff, he smiled as he reposted and shared every story, every mention.

Y/N helped organize a small launch party a month later, held in a bar, never missing a moment Will and James had already asked them about cocktails with cold brew, but now Will stood at the back of the room, sipping a glass of sparkling water, watching everyone sip their and take pictures by the customed neon sign that simply read “Congratulations.”

James sidled over. “Told you it would be worth it.”

Will shook his head in disbelief. “Still feels mad. Like I accidentally joined Dragon’s Den.”

James raised his glass. “To the accidental moguls.”

Will clinked glasses. “To caffeine, chaos, and... Y/N.”

“Fair. She’s half the reason we made it through.”

As if summoned, Y/N appeared beside them, radiant in a sundress, holding a Rodds iced latte in one hand.

Will leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“Couldn’t have done this without you.”

She smiled, reaching up to straighten his shirt collar. “Of course you could have. But I’m glad you didn’t have to.”

#willne #willne x reader

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risuola · 2 years ago

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He's a threat. Danger that should be avoided at all cost. He's death in a flesh, a man that you should run away from. But you didn't. It's a story about her — just a simple human, and him — a mafia mob along with the twisted series of events that led to something that shouldn't have taken place.

contents: mafia!au, mentions of death, weapons and abuse, sexual themes, hurt/comfort, heartbreak — please read warnings to each piece, reader discretion is advised

STATUS: COMPLETED a/n: thank you, each and every one of you, for reading and liking this story as much as you did. I will forever be grateful for the support I received on this one. 🖤

I — NOT YET // 2,7k

II — JUST HUSH // 4,3k

III — GAMBARE, GAMBARE // 3,2k

IV — EPIPHANY // 2,6k

V — SILENT PROMISE // 1,5k

VI — GUILTY AS CHARGED // 2,3k

VII, FINALE — IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU // 2,8k

picture: the mob boss, sfw

picture: first meeting, nsfw

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cheralith · 5 months ago

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Hear hear hear me out wouldn’t it be so cool if Slytherin!Kaiser x Ravenclaw! Reader go to snape’s class for Amortentia. The most powerful love potion in existence. Smelling different to each person according to what they find attractive, the potion was considered to be dangerous as it could induce obsessive infatuation in the unsuspecting drinker. And Kaiser ends up rambling like “Damn It smells like books and *specific stuff about reader*” being absolutely Oblivious about Amortentia, Reader being a Ravenclaw is aware of said potion and just pauses as she smells his perfume too, But everyone around them is just like Stunned for his ignorance

They don’t drink Amortentia though!

Just a lil Thought i wanted to share cus i love bllk x hp crossover

characters ; michael kaiser (with hiori yo & raichi jingo) || wc ; 906 cw ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, hogwarts!au a/n ; so i actually i covered what kaiser smelled in the very first fic in the slytherin!kaiser chronicles, but tldr: he smells freshly baked bread, cedar wood, and lavender (reader!). but since that was in the present, i'm travelling back to the past for this one.

ravenclaw and slytherin students are paired together for potions this term during their seventh year along with a couple of advanced-level sixth years that join. kaiser and reader aren't in the same potions class, but their friends are aaahahaha. in kaiser's class, he shares it with hiori and in reader's, they share it with raichi. calling raichi and kaiser is friends is a bit much since raichi finds the latter wayyy too arrogant for his liking, even for someone of his caliber, but he still holds some respect for kaiser since he was the one that chose raichi to be a beater on their team. it's not a lot, but it's there haha

hiori and you are close—you met him through your other friend, karasu, another fellow ravenclaw (i'd be doing him an injustice if he was anything but). you find his company the most enjoyable since you and him understand each other to a degree where you can sit in silence, do your own things, and still be completely content. so he makes for a great study buddy and you often invite him to your dorm to study together up late into the evening. what he notices, however, when he comes over closer in the closing hours of the day, is that you'll often spray a little bit of your bed and your area of your shared dorm with a bit of lavender water, a pleasant smell that hiori has grown to associate with you.

he asks you one evening as you're studying together for a magizoology test why so, and you say with a grin that your mother taught you that lavender helps with a good night sleep, so since you were little, she'd always spray some lavender on your bedsheets to relax your energetic self.

"does it actually work?" he had inquired as he sniffed the bottle of diluted lavender you handed.

"dunno, but it's been working all these years, so it feels wrong to go to sleep without it," you shrugged with a small laugh.

so when kaiser is consistently twitching his nose over the cauldron that he and hiori share in their potions class, trying to identify the smell of the last thing he smells in it, hiori just stares incredulously. kaiser keeps babbling about it, getting frustrated that he doesn't know what this scent is and keeps describing it in blurbs that hiori isn't really comprehending.

"it's like... i don't know, soap?" kaiser groans, taking another deep inhale of the shimmering potion. "but it's sweet. and woody. kind of makes me sleepy."

the last statement makes hiori look up from scribbling kaiser's notes on their worksheet. he wants to say an epiphany is approaching him, but it lingers on the tip of his tongue, hesitant. while he can't smell what kaiser is smelling, hiori has a sneaking suspicion that he knows exactly smell what the blonde is talking about more specifically, why kaiser smells it.

on the flipside, your face twists at the last scent you pick up when you're doing the same assignment. it's a cologne, you acknowledge, and it does smell familiar. it's this mix of a citrus aroma with a pepperish flair to it, a cologne you're sure you've smelled in passing before. it's a rather masculine scent, so you think it has to be traced to someone that's close in your life that's male. initially, you think it's yoichi considering you and him are basically joined at the hip, but yoichi smells like clean laundry with a hint of sage, not whatever this is. your dad doesn't really wear cologne, so you scratch him out of the picture.

eventually, the class wraps up and ends, with raichi earning a detention after he threatened to sock igaguri multiple times after he kept messing up their potions to your amusement. you end up going your usual dining hall table where you'll eventually meet your other friends, hiori included.

you smell it suddenly when you sit down, the cologne of what you had smelled earlier in the cauldron is still lingering in the air near you ever so faintly like a ghost. when you go to whip your head around to get a glimpse of someone who might own such a cologne, you suddenly spot ness walking your way in a bit of panic, whisking between tables with a worried visage. he comes closer to where you are and sighs out in relief when he plucks out a textbook from underneath the bench that sits next to you in relief. he whisks himself away back into the corridor.

by the way the cologne's scent is fading, you don't think that someone like him could wear such an elegant fragrance, so you don't think too much of it as you follow him out of the corner of your eye.

until they widen at the sight at who ness meets in the middle of the corridor, the familiar flash of blonde halting all your senses except the ability to smell. suddenly, you find the aroma of the cologne stronger than ever before.

a/n ; the cologne is based off my actual partner's haha, so kaiser wears penhaligon's opus 1870. had to give him a british brand since yknow... they're in britain.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #michael kaiser #kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you #kaiser x you #kaiser fluff #blue lock ; michael kaiser #mini series ; slytherin!kaiser #gn!reader

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okay so idk if this is a good or likely thought and i legit got into terukane a few days ago so i might not have a super good grasp in their dynamic, but i started brainstorming and got this idea that some of the way teru treats akane (bothering akane by being all authoritative, controlling, manipulative, even w a playful demeanor, that kinda stuff) is bc that’s his best and safest attempt at trying to connect w him.

akane isn’t only wrapped up in the supernatural—which is meant to be teru’s sworn enemy—but he also sees past the careful demeanor teru has built around himself, treating him like a human being, and will even challenge him. and that’s both absolutely terrifying and relieving for someone like teru.

ngl, i might be overthinking it, but the way teru treats akane reminds me of the way some emotionally repressed ppl (esp kids/teenagers) treat their crush 💀

- as i stated before, using certain manipulative & controlling behaviors in order to connect, but also more specifically:

- purposefully getting a rise out of him just to see his reactions bc they’re endearing & bc he doesn’t rly know how else to get his attention w/o feeling too vulnerable or afraid

- enjoys akane’s presence without making himself vulnerable so he can disguise his own genuine affection and (possibly romantic) interest as just “messing w akane for fun” or smth. that way, he stays in control of himself, akane, the entire situation itself, his image, etc.

- seems almost straight-up fixated on akane but like i said, disguises it by pretending it’s less than that through little jabs and tests

- seems jealous of/bothered by akane’s crush on aoi in multiple scenes, but also doesn’t seem to have a crush on aoi, either… kinda suspicious 😭

- and imo one of the biggest things�� when aoi gets trapped and seemingly guilty explains to akane that he was aware that would happen, he looks like he 1) tries to stop akane and/or help him up my grabbing his wrist, and when that doesn’t work, 2) shoves him into the ground or wtv to stop him for good. “for his own good”— that seems to be teru’s biggest motivator for the ppl he loves: manipulation or smth similar for the sake of their safety, no matter what. not to mention, teru just looks kinda sad, empty and guilty the whole time???

- and don’t even get me started on that vague comment abt liking “akane-san” w/o specifying, which makes it feel purposefully ambiguous

ofc none of this has to mean anything at all canonically but i’m super into complex and ambiguous characters who try to use control and manipulation as connection and affection + i swear you’ve dragged me into this ship and now i’m stuck thinking abt one-sided terukane lmao /pos

OMG I LOVED THIS

I do have to correct you on something tho: teru (in the original world) strictly refers to aoi (girl) by her surname, he does not call her akane-chan, he calls her ‘akane-san’, which is not purposefully ambiguous, but rather a respect thing. Off the bat he is established as a very respectful guy, so this makes sense for him to do.

You’ve also opened my eyes, when i first read this i had like an epiphany because i had never thought about it that way. All this thinking and it never once crossed my mind. If you look back on everything teru’s done with this context in your head, it seems to fit PERFECTLY. He DOES seem to be doing all of it, in a way, to connect. Either they’re in love, or AidaIro are terrible writers.

i think his weird thing with aoi, constantly teasing her n stuff, joking about ‘i’ll steal ur girl’ typeshit with akane is out of interest. Not interest in aoi, but interest in their relationship. To me, teru’s always been the observant type. That much was made obvious.

i mean look dude idk what to tell u

(context is him looking down at aoi and akane holding hands)

I think the reason he really tries to insert himself into their relationship and does all that ‘help me make this🥺🍬’ at the convenience store with aoi, is because he wants to have that for himself. I mean the loom in his eyes just screams yearning. Whether it’s the relationship aoi has with akane is what he wants, or to be in her place in that relationship, we don’t know, but what we DO know, is there’s still hope xx

(sorry i didn’t touch on more aspects of your writing, i don’t think i even could, what a perfect way to say things)

#terukane #real #tbhk #minamoto teru #aoi akane #akane aoi #sunflower trio #yuh #back from hiatus🔥🔥#havent been here in almost 2 years🔥🔥

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wingedsirens · 2 years ago

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spiderverse twitter 22!!!!!!

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a/n: had some horrific epiphanies and made cinnamon rolls

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#spiderverse x reader #hobie brown x reader #miles morales x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #gwen stacy spiderverse #margo kess #spiderverse twitter

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manikas-whims · 1 year ago

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An Elusive Alliance

— a Rafayel & Xavier friendship mini fic with sprinkles of Rafayel x Reader and Xavier x Reader moments

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SINCERE THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO READS THIS FIC 🫶🥹this was supposed to be a silly chapter but somehow it turned into Rafayel and Xavier being sus about each other lol

Encounter 3: confrontation [AO3]

It was his first day off in 3 weeks and he would rather spend it sleeping till noon, and then grabbing a meal or two later on. But the minute you came by his apartment (ten o’ clock in the morning), and informed him about how you were going out with that artist guy again, Xavier bit the inside of his cheek, reluctantly dressed himself into more appropriate clothes for an outing, and smiled at you.

However, now as he stood inside a local pet store in Linkon, he found himself quite fascinated by all the adorable cat toys and supplies. Apparently they were supposed to buy stuff for the cats at that guy's home.

The said guy– Rafayel– was whining to you about how one of the little kittens had scratched up three of his favorite outfits, and you listened enthusiastically, almost as if fascinated by every word he uttered. You had an easy sort of body language around the guy, your hands involuntarily reaching out to muss his hair, your face gravitating closer as you chuckled over the things he said. And Xavier couldn't help his fists from clenching helplessly at his sides. He watched and wondered if that was how you and Xavier looked to others. Or if he appeared just as distant as he tried to keep himself– always hovering around you but never close enough.

You turned your head all of a sudden, your innocent smile now directed right at Xavier. “I’m going to check out the aisles over there. You two also look around and buy whatever’s needed!”

Xavier smiled back. So did Rafayel. But the minute you turned at the corner and disappeared behind an aisle, their faces waning into more aloof expressions.

“Listen here, asshole. Let's make one thing clear.” Rafayel declared. “I don't like you.”

“The feeling is mutual.” The words slipped out of Xavier's mouth before he could even begin to think of masking his annoyance behind a regular smile.

“And I absolutely don't trust you.”

Xavier had to scoff at that one. If they were to discuss trust, then he could easily say the same for Rafayel. The former prince couldn't put a finger to it but there was a strange otherworldly air about the guy. And despite there being no signs of hostility when it came to his interactions with you, Xavier simply could not bring himself to like the guy.

In the end Xavier chose to respond with a time-saving gesture that relied merely on him shrugging his shoulders.

“Wow! Showing your true colors now that Y/N isn't around.” Rafayel laughed, no mirth behind his gaze. “You know ever since I met you, I've been thinking a lot about you.”

Xavier felt a side of his lips twitching up in amusement. “That’s flattering.”

“Not like that, you smug bastard!” Rafayel hissed, causing a bunch of customers as well as the staff to flash them suspicious glances.

Immediately they both bowed their heads in unison, apologizing for the misconduct.

“Is that Rafayel!?” A girl gasped, nudging her friend to get her attention.

The said friend did look up from her smartphone, her eyes widening comically. “Oh my god! He does look similar!”

And then Xavier heard noises that felt far more detrimental to his ears than the screeching of some of the worst wanderers he'd fought till date. Two fully grown women, squealing and pointing in Rafayel's direction. And he had no issues with how people expressed their joy or excitement over their celebrity crushes. But thanks to them, more customers began flocking around the spot to get a glimpse of the (apparently very) famous artist that stood right next to Xavier. And it was in that moment of chaos that epiphany struck him as his mind flashed a grainy, old memory of a stained piece of paper– a poster actually, with a bounty on the head of a guy with features resembling that of Rafayel's.

Xavier sneaked a glance at the guy in wonder, only to find him ducking his face low, his usually confident shoulders sagged in discomfort.

Normally Xavier couldn't care less about the issues faced by celebrities. But he had been onscreen here and there, and he had a shred of understanding of what it felt like being in the spotlight. An experience he would not recommend.

Sighing, Xavier moved in front of Rafayel so as to block the people's smartphone cameras from taking any photographs. Then he scratched his cheek, his hand hesitant only for a moment before landing on Rafayel's shoulder.

The purple haired man looked up at him, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“Don’t assume anything weird.” Xavier clarified.

The next moment they vanished, leaving only fading wisps of light in their wake.

When Xavier removed his hand from Rafayel's shoulder, they had already teleported to a more secluded section inside the shop.

“My evol.” He muttered a quick explanation.

The gears seemed to instantly turn in Rafayel's head and he nodded. “Fine. But don't expect me to thank you for it. If anything, this makes you even more shady.”

Xavier’s eyes narrowed. He saved this guy's ungrateful ass for what? Maybe he should've left him on his own to deal with those crazy fans after all.

“An evol that allows you to come and go wherever you please. ” Rafayel continued analytically. “Hair that gleams silvery in the moonlight. And your public records listing barely any substantial information..”

“Get to the point.”

“Point is,” Rafayel squinted his eyes and scrunched his nose. “Your face looks suspiciously similar to someone I've seen. I just can't remember who.”

Xavier visibly relaxed his composure. He had dealt with such allegations numerous times in the past, and knew exactly how to divert people's attention away from himself. And in the present case, he didn't even need to think of a topic. He already had one.

“Speaking of familiar faces, I saw yours too.” Xavier watched Rafayel's expression slowly morph into one of irritation. “On a bounty poster in the N109 Zone at that.”

Rafayel scoffed. “At least I'm popular enough that people want me dead. Unlike someone who’s entire identity seems bot generated.”

Xavier didn't react negatively to that because that statement wasn't entirely false. And he grasped two things from Rafayel's words. One: the fact that this was actually the same guy he had seen on that poster months ago. Rafayel confirmed Xavier's speculation himself. And two: this guy was quite easy to rile.

Rafayel probably mistook his lack of response for arrogance. But before he could make any pressing remarks on that, both of them heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and looked back.

From behind an aisle full of catnip, your beautiful face emerged, and Xavier felt his lips automatically stretching into a soft smile. Rafayel’s did as well.

“There you are!” You jogged up to them. “You guys have been playing around while I did the whole shopping! What's the point of having two strong guys by my side if they're going to be useless when I need them?”

You had your hands on your hips and were pouting, too adorable to be taken seriously.

“What are you guys doing here anyways?” You asked, eyes swaying from one face to the other.

“Rafayel was telling me exactly how popular he is.” Xavier answered. Then after a beat, he added. “He also says he'd like to pay for all the expenses since the cats actually belong to him.”

“Awww~” Your eyes lit up in admiration for Rafayel. “You do like the kitties after all.”

“Nooo! I don't like those–”

Rafayel tried to protest but Xavier interrupted. “And he said he'll treat us to hotpot at that fancy new restaurant you wanted to check out.”

“Wow! Thanks Rafayel! You seem to be in a good mood.” You clapped your hands in joy.

In your excitement, you grabbed him by the left arm; Xavier by the right, and dragged the two men to the billing counter.

Behind you, Rafayel silently glared at Xavier. And Xavier could only smirk in return. This guy truly was so easy to rile.

not both Rafayel and Xavier having a bounty on their heads lol 😆

please drop some thoughts in replies or reblogs..Next chapter will be Rafayel pov again cuz i think i get a lil too serious with Xavier pov lol..and this fic is supposed to be light and silly but.. we'll see :)

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deathbyathousandspiders · 1 year ago

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omggggg can i request billingual reader and maybe peter finds it cute that when shes explaining stuff she has a thinking face of what to say next cos she wants to be sure of how to say it in english 🥹 or maybe hearing her speak in her mother tongue/native language does he find it cute or smn :(((((((

as a white english–speaking woman, i only feel comfortable writing for a bilingual reader with a language/culture that i’m relatively familiar with and could properly represent, which isn’t many :,)

so i will write an imagine for a bilingual reader with a language i’m going to school for: ✨sign language✨

i hope that’s okay :)

a/n — i am still a student and i’m constantly learning, so if there’s a detail or some information that i’m incorrect about, please tell me asap !!!

✨masterlist✨.

2.5k.

Sitting alone at cafes was a custom for you. People watching, spectating murmurs and laughter but never quite grasping it. You lacked the understanding of how the sound captured their conversing, but you weren’t missing anything. Your focus was mainly set on finishing your chemistry homework, anyways.

Midway through an equation, the light shifted over your table. You felt the dip in the booth on your left and looked up to see who sat beside you. Your eyes met the deepest brown pair you swore you’d ever seen. It was almost like the rest of the room lit up with color after you first caught a glimpse.

You certainly recognized the boy. He went to school with you, but you’d barely crossed paths other than having a class or two together. And from the way he glanced at your paperwork, you assumed that chemistry was on his schedule too.

His lips moved, and your eyes studied their shapes as best as they could. Perhaps he was nervous, or overly caffeinated, but the movement was too swift to distinguish.

Slowly, you shook your head at him, right index finger pointing to your ear. Apology and disappointment weighted your eyelids. You really did want to see what he wanted to ask you, but your expectation was for him to up and leave.

Instead, sudden understanding washed over him; a look of epiphany. Quickly after, patience overtook the presence beside you. You were shocked. He tried to slow his words of choice down, using his hands to illustrate but not really communicate. You could tell he was trying, so you didn’t want to make fun of his efforts. The smallest fit of laughter threatened to slip from your lips as you gestured at him to stop.

From the table, you grabbed your notebook and flipped to an empty page. Your pencil flew over the page to jot down a question:

‘Do you know any sign?’

You figured that was a start.

Watching the way he smiled, you nearly forgot to hand him your pencil to reply. Your eyes followed his hand as it met the parchment and scribbled so gently, it surprised you to see writing even stuck. He pushed it over to you. ‘Yes, I know one’

Your eyes met, and you studied him patiently. His right hand sat atop of his left elbow, holding a fist that excluded his pinky and index fingers; a rockstar skull. His left hand rested beneath his right elbow, opening and closing a fist with a flicking motion. It was a sign you knew all too well. ‘Bullshit,’ you watched him mouth.

The giggle bubbles through your throat with physical feeling, and your hands gently pressed his arms to make it stop. You shook your head, smiling as you corrected him.

Your dominant hand met your chin with an open hand, lightly touching the tips of your fingers to your face. As you moved your hand to the space in front of you, you closed your hand into a fist.

‘Bullshit,’ you mouthed back at him. The crinkle in the boy’s brow marked his confusion.

Pen met paper again as you wrote out the explanation. ‘Hearing people came up with a fake sign to act like they knew shit.’

He looked up at you with some disgust to his expression, and you simply shrugged at him.

Politely, he held his hand out for the pen, and you gave it to him with the trust that he’d return it soon after.

‘Then maybe you could teach me some instead?’

The grin on your lips was unbreakable, and only seemed to grow the more you kept up the conversation. You nodded your head, writing a simple ‘sure:)’ beside his note. You met his eyes again, pointing to your chest before swiftly fingerspelling your name. The boy marveled at your hand, equally lost and mesmerized.

His pointer finger rapidly twirled the air, circling near his face four or five times; you assumed that meant he wanted you to repeat yourself. So, you agreed.

Slowly, you held out each hand shape of your name a little longer, waiting til the twinkle in his eyes indicated that the letter was registering for him. It was fairly entertaining to watch.

He wrote it on the notebook once he got it just to clarify with you. ‘Y/N?’ He seemed nervous for your reply.

You signed yes, then gestured for him to do the same. You wanted to see what his name was.

Hesitantly, the boy tried his best, bouncing each hand shape to the letters of his name. It made you happy to see his attempt, and you were fond of his efforts.

Pulling the notebook closer, you jot down his name. ‘Peter?’

You’d never forget the way he smiled at you afterwards. ‘Yes:)’ He wrote back. ‘You want help with chemistry?’

And that’s how you met Peter Parker.

You were an unlikely duo at Midtown. It was nice to have somebody in the classroom to have secret conversations with, and to teach sign to. Peter picked most things up pretty quickly, especially because he had an excellent teacher. Plus, little did you know that he watched ASL courses off YouTube in his free time.

That is, his freetime when he wasn’t being Spider–Man.

He never told you that he was Spider–Man. In fact, you didn’t find out he was until a few months into your friendship. After months of study hours and movie nights, you watched Spider–Man signing to a Deaf kid on the news; the web–slinging superhero signed what like salad.

That was a classic Peter Parker mistake.

So, when were you planning to tell me you’re Spider–Man? You asked him, signing nonchalantly. You’d waited all week until you two were alone, studying like you normally did on the weekends. You sat back on his desk chair, raising a brow, calm and collected.

It took everything in him not to forget how to respond. Peter had been practicing sign, but he still wasn’t nearly as versed as you were. What? He started. Poor way to respond on his part. You pointed at his hands, trying to call him out.

That! You were so determined to catch him in his coverup, opening your laptop.

His hands flailed to try and capture your attention. However, your laser focus was something he couldn’t cut.

Having the clip ready, you played it, turning the screen towards him and showing him the fluke in his signs.

Peter facepalmed when he noticed, face red as a tomato but you couldn’t care less. You felt more than accomplished to have deciphered his secret. You owe me!

Signing, Peter got over himself a little, rolling his eyes playfully at you. Whatever, fine!

To help Peter practice his signing, you’d dismissed your in–class interpreters the second the bell rang and had Peter translate your questions to your teachers. Perhaps it was selfish to put him on the spot, but when you’d asked him about it later, he said he was more than happy to help you out.

He enjoyed learning sign, almost as much as he enjoyed his time with you. Peter had never met anyone as amazing as you; nobody that he’d met before watched the world with your eyes, or lit up a room so vibrantly. You always asked the right questions, saw straight through people’s bullshit, and put others’ needs far before your own. Don’t even get him started on the fact that you’d never even heard your own laugh before.

Peter couldn’t wrap his head around all the things he thought you were missing out on. That was how he saw it, at least, til you changed his mind. He was grateful to know how your fit of giggles sang to him, but there was more things to life than that. Sound was only one way to see the world; if you choose to act like it’s a principle more than a privilege, you’ll get nowhere. He knew he’d waste time dwelling on things you weren’t even sad over.

Instead, Peter would marvel at how fluently and beautifully you’d sign when you were passionate about something. The choreographed tangents that you’d go on absolutely mesmerized him, even though he could only pick up one or two things you were saying.

Your hands moved so fast, he second guessed whether you were actually communicating or just painting a masterpiece with the shapes of your hand.

That blissful, ecstatic look in your eyes told Peter everything he needed to know. He was the luckiest boy in the world to know you.

You were the most joyous person he knew.

That joy was a strength that you’d gained overtime, though.

Rushing down the school halls, you had memorized the rhythm underneath your feet as you pattered down the tile. You always pictured the sound like something fragile, or feathered, especially seeing as your shoes had rubber soles. Sometimes, when you walked slow enough, you could feel the rattling steps of other students around you.

Today, specifically, the rumbled pattern beneath you threw you off your rocker.

Especially as the charging steps behind you tread right in your direction.

A hefty pair of hands shoved your shoulder blades, pushing you toppling into the floor beneath you. The sound of chatter couldn’t be heard, but you certainly felt the energy in the hallway shift. Pressing off the floor with your hands, you noticed the eyes now mindful to your presence. You had an audience.

You flipped yourself around to look at the shadow towering over you. Some flimsy–looking, curly haired, short classmate of yours stood above you. His hands perched on his hips as he spewed words at you, mouth moving far too quickly to lip read. You stayed there, staring up at him with a glare, merely making out the words ‘stupid’ and ‘Parker’ from his muted speech.

You were used to bullies, but you couldn’t sit while this dickhead kept Peter Parker’s name disrespectfully in his mouth.

Just as you pressed up to rise to your feet, this bitchass shoved the toe of his shoe right in the center of your chest, pushing you back into the ground and leaving dirt all over your favorite top. You felt the gasp leave your throat, trying to fight against it.

That’s when Peter Parker swooped in and forced the boy away from you. Anger wasn’t an expression you’d seen on Peter’s face, and you couldn’t tell whether it was something to awe at or fear.

Their echoed shouts and feuds and insults bounced from the floor and into your fingertips. You could tell the words they exchanged were ugly, considering that the two were face to face and both had such crease to their eyebrows. Fists clenched, shoulders squared, you could tell they were about to brawl.

Peter threw the first punch, taking you by surprise but still sending a smile to your lips. The two boys had a displeasing fight to the eye, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away.

A girl to your left offered a hand to help you off the floor, to which you signed a quick thank you before both of you saw the boys getting caught by a set of teachers. All it took was a second before the two boys froze dead in their stances and peacefully walked with the teachers down the hall to the principal’s office.

In an instant, all eyes found their way to you and your dirt–stained top. Before you let them react to the heat growing on your cheeks, you rushed off, going to the one place you knew you wouldn’t be disturbed in.

Two and a half hours passed before Peter walked through the open door of his bedroom, a small smile on his lips as he greeted you. Are you okay? He signed quickly, soon shutting the door.

Are you okay? You signed right back, swift to press off your spot on his bed and walk over to him. Peter was the one with the blackened eye and busted lip. Clearly he should be the one to worry about. Your hands found his cheeks and gently cupped his face as you looked at his injuries. The sight broke your heart.

Although, you weren’t expecting to see his pale cheeks brighten with red in your grasp. You could feel the second when his breath stopped fanning your face, and that’s when you realized that his breath had been fanning your face; you were inches away from him. The atmosphere of the room changed.

‘What?’ You mouthed, brows creasing together with concern. You weren’t stupid, but you were definitely choosing to ignore the obvious. There was no way that Peter Parker was flustered by you, right? That was preposterous.

His eyes threatened a glance at your lips before you felt his fingers curl around your wrist. Peter moved your left hand to his chest, pressing against his heart. The skin beneath his shirt pulsed against you, and quickened by the second. Things felt very intimate, things felt very thick and hot and heavy. You didn’t notice it til right then that the room was getting hotter.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of his lips and you hadn’t noticed that you were staring at them. Peter’s face moved closer to your’s and that’s when you decided to be bold. You captured his lips with yours, kissing him tenderly, careful. The caress of his hands down your sides and grasp he held around your waist told you that you didn’t have to tread as cautiously.

Peter kissed you and every inch of you felt warm. You swore you’d lifted off the ground when his hands held your back, your hips, your waist. His lips against yours truly felt something like magic and you never wanted to leave this moment. A moment where his hair was silk between your fingers and his body became one with your’s.

Pulling back, Peter kept his arms around you, now taking the time and the close proximity to study you and your injuries; you learned to recognize the protective look in his eyes. His stare stopped and stuck itself to the dirt smudged between your breasts. He moved his right hand from your waist. Your shirt.. Peter couldn’t help but stare at the stain.

You couldn’t care less about it. What? You want it off? You joked, watching the immediate shift in his expression, and feeling the laughter he admitted through the tips of your fingers on his torso. Peter pulled you back into a kiss and you knew right then and there that things would be different.

Never in your life did you think you’d get so lucky as to meet Peter Parker, but now that you had him, you knew you’d never let him go.

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ABYSS RAZOR W LOVE LANGUAGES

Abyss Razor x gn reader

Pt 1 | Pt 2

A/N: I was gonna do loser so hcs but i keep getting annoyed bc i wanna improve my writing but dk what to do bye ANYWAY I JUST CAUGHT UP WITH THE ANIME AND OUEUEU 😭😭😭😭 Im down bad even more they animated the scenes so well hes so kewt

Mostly not established relationship outside of the “as you get closer” sorry im a sucker for the slowburn also oh my god i have to make this two parts why is it so long ill write part two laterrer

GIVING From best to worst (more utc)

1. Acts of Service:

This is his specialty for sure; he just feels as if he has to be useful to you and if he isn’t then you won’t want him anymore. Acts of service are the only thing he can do without stammering or messing up in some way and it’s the only one he’s confident with too. It comes naturally to him tbh he:

- Reminds you of things you need to do even if you only mentioned it to him once in passing

- Brings extra materials or snacks with him if you often forget to bring those things

- Organizes your stuff if he notices your bag and/or your room is messy

- ALWAYS asks if you need help with anything and will do that even if u just tell him to relax he’d instead start trying to help YOU relax

Even as he gets more comfortable with you, excessively partaking in acts of service is something he just can’t shake which isn’t a bad thing! Its his love language afterall, but you just wish he’d stop worrying about if he’s being useful enough and just do what comes naturally. With more reassurance and time he will eventually start to slow down more though.

2. Gift Giving:

I think his gift giving usually comes with his acts of service like bringing snacks. He also just gives you a lot of small gifts because he wants you to know how much you mean to him but he really can’t put it into his words and even if he could theres no way he could articulate it out loud. Some things he gives you includes:

- Origami— I feel like origami is sth he does when he’s bored but even so, he puts the utmost love and care into each of his creations so giving them as gifts is sth reserved for the people closest to him

- Snacks— This one is simple he just cares about u and gets concerned if it seems like u aren’t eating enough or if ur hungry but without food

- A Deck of Cards— ODDLY SPECIFIC but I feel like he’d want you to have one so you and him can play cards even if he forgets his. I think even though he usually plays for Abel he does really enjoy physical games like cards and dominoes etc. like playing cards is how he bonds with people

- Accessories— Now this is RARE bc to him this is reallll bold but under the right circumstances he will give you things like earrings if your ears are pierced or a bracelet or charm (MOST likely the far latter). He sees a lot of accessories that remind him of you and its a little ridiculous, he’ll buy them but because it’s very bold he either won’t give it to you and wait for the “right moment”, give it to someone else to give to you or just leave it somewhere in your room when he’s there

As you grow closer Abyss will get more comfortable with giving you bigger things and will lean more into the accessories when gift giving. He might even feel bold enough to give you the plush he won while koala snotting with Mash.

3. Quality Time:

I was gonna put this one at #2 but I had an epiphany. I fear in the beginning stages Abyss would definitely try to keep you at arms length because of his eye. Oh especially if you met him while he was wearing an eyepatch and didn’t know about his eye; in fact, he feels guilty because he feels like he’s tricking you by being around you at all. Not only this but he has to split his time between you and Lord Abel as well so. However he does feel a little selfish with you and he really does like you so he spends time with you when:

- In the Forest— Just being alone with you in the forest takes the weight of social pressure off of him. It’s almost like the forest is keeping a secret between you and him. He doesn’t have to worry about whether or not people would avoid you seeing you with him nor does he even have to think about his eye or if you’d accept it, he can just live in the moment and enjoy reading with u

- In Classes no one else he knows attends— Similar to the forest it’s like keeping a secret but this time it’s specifically because none of his friends are here to see him acting so selfishly.

- He’s Jealous— Now he wont say anything buttt when he’s jealous Abyss will stick to you like a bad habit although still keeping you at a short distance. He just feels like he needs to be with you atm don’t mind him.

- You Reassure Him— Similarly, when you assure him that you don’t mind his reputation or eye (if you know) it makes him want to be around you more and all of that day he’ll be around you more than usual. He’s so grateful just to have met you and for you to say all that? He’s over the moon; he almost feels like he can finally breathe freely

As time goes on he definitely gets insanely good at this considering he loves being around you and the only thing holding him back is his insecurity. I def think that once you’ve been dating a long time or married he clings to you like crazy and even in the beginning stages once he’s gotten comfortable with you he’d follow you like a lost puppy even though his behavior is more catlike lol

4. Physical Touch:

He’s not very good at touch I’m ngl he can barely form words around you let alone touch you 😭. BUT. He does sometimes put the moves on you without noticing and he does try his best. This would include:

- Playing with ur hair when you’re alone or fixing it if he notices it got a bit messed up

- Fixing/Tidying up ur clothes between classes if he notices sth wrong like you tying your tie wrong or if the way you tied your bow was a little crooked (idk why I just think he’d be insanely good at tying bows/ties I bet he ties Abel’s for him too that boy can NOT tie a tie without it looking a little goofy)

- Resting his hands on your back or shoulders when you hug him. Now this seems like normal behavior but its A LOT for him ok his heart is pounding but he really does enjoy being in your arms

- Patting your head awkwardly or holding your face (if he’s feeling bold) when you’re upset bc he doesn’t know what to do but all he knows is he wants you to feel better and that he misses your smile

As time goes on he slowly gets better with physical touch but honestly he gets better VERY slowly like even if he can handle your advances I’m not sure he’ll be able to initiate things like kissing until marriage LOL ok well thats a bit much but you’ll have to have been in a relationship for a while

(Also a silly little tidbit when he initiates physical touch he gets it from you. For example he holds your face because you’ve held his face before and he never felt more at peace so he wanted to give you that same feeling)

5. Words of Affirmation:

Well. Speaking words isn’t one of his strong suits especially to someone he’s infatuated with. HOWEVER his sincerity is unmatched when he does manage to say something. Usually when he speaks words of affirmation they aren’t direct words of love like “I love you” or anything like that but it is always very sweet. He says things like:

- “Thank you.” — He never stops thanking you and apologizing 😭😭 He just needs you to know that he knows he’s so lucky to have you and that he would never EVER take you for granted

- “It’s an honor” — He says this OFTEN everything he gets to do with you is an honor because he feels as though he doesn’t deserve you; he can’t give you all that you deserve yet you stick by his side with no hesitation? He feels blessed; even wonders if The Lord (tm) Abel has something to do with this. He’s just so happy and most of all, grateful

- “I’m so glad to have met you” — This is one that he often mumbles under his breath when you’re being sweet to him; his feelings just swell in his heart at that moment and he lets it slip from his mouth

- “I need you” — He only said this like one (1) ☝️ time but im running out of words ok ANYWAY he’d say this to you only in critical moments like in the heat of the moment if you had been badly injured and you’re just barely hanging on. Besides this under normal circumstances, he’d say this while asking for your forgiveness after he had been avoiding you for a long time out of insecurity and you’re mad at him

As time goes on he gets MUCH better with words of affirmation and has been consciously making an effort to say more because he doesn’t want you to ever think that he doesn’t love you or isn’t proud of you. It’s so often in your beginning dating stage that he’ll stutter something incomprehensible and then give up and try again later going, “A-about earlier…(incomprehensible stuttering)” (he’s trying to say I love you or I’m proud of you or something similar but he couldn’t quite find the words)

#abyss razor x you #abyss razor x reader #abyss razor #mashle x you #mashle x reader #mashle #mashle magic and muscles #loserman x reader #SILLY BOY 😭😭😭😭#hes so ridiculous #i wish he had more screentime #i need to see him animated again wtf #hes so preeeety #ilysmdorklosermen

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