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neeeooon · 26 days ago

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Can I request Sakura, umemiya, kaiji, and hiragi getting decked in the face because they were distracted aka love at first sight at a terrible time I can see this happening to a lot of first years. Prob not suo or kitty tho

suo 🥰 no i agree lol this is so cute ty!!

when you (unintentionally) distract them during a fight

love at first sight wbk x oblivious gn!reader. fluff, mentions of violence/fighting. might be a little ooc

sakura haruka

-> when sakura saw you rushing across the street to beat the timer, he expected his face to burn the way it usually did around people. it didn’t. instead, something in his chest fluttered, like his heart was trying to break through his ribs and fly straight to you

-> his head snapping to the side reminded him of where he was. a fight. the punch was pathetic, a hail mary from the barely conscious fighter with his collar still held tight in sakura’s grip, but thankfully it brings him back

-> it doesn’t take much longer to get the guy unconscious, and sakura drops him before looking around for you again. you didn’t get too far, but as sakura dares to take a step in your direction, he’s instantly overwhelmed by what he could possibly say

-> he’s lost in thought as he starts in your direction, too distracted as he mouths greetings to himself to realize you came to a stop at another crosswalk, and bumps into you

-> “shit! i mean, uh, crap? are you okay?” he asks, helping you back into the sidewalk and quickly checking you for injuries. you chuckle at how flustered he looks and wave him off. “i’m good! no worries. lot on your mind?”

-> and his body chooses that moment to flame, turning his entire face so red he has to turn away from you. “n-no! nothing! get home safe from here! bye!” and he’s half-running-half-stomping away, leaving you to laugh by yourself at the strangely cute stranger

umemiya hajime

-> oh. my. god. the world slows down like in a romantic drama when umemiya sees the door to kotoha’s shop open. he can’t help but stare, eyes gradually widening when you walk out with a bright smile as you wave goodbye to kotoha

-> and right when you turn, face moving in his direction, his head snaps to the side with the force of a punch that shouldn’t have taken it out as severely as it did

-> “you shouldn’t lose focus during a fight,” his opponent grumbled, struggling to stand after the beating he received, and umemiya flexed his sore jaw. “you’re right! but i just realized there’s something i have to do. sorry!”

-> instead of knocking the guy out like planned, umemiya pats his shoulder and jogs in the direction he last saw you

-> when he finds you, umemiya walks a few steps ahead of you, turns so that he’s walking backward to face you, and rubs his nape. “mind if i walk you home? there’s been an increase in civilian-targeted violence recently.”

-> you’ve seen him interact warmly with kotoha before and assume he isn’t one of the people causing the civilian-targeted violence. “sure! i’m not too far from here, anyway.” “short walk, then. no worries, i’m umemiya.” “y/n.”

kaji ren

-> kaji swirls the pink lollipop around in his mouth as he dodged blow after blow. his opponent is getting tired, he can tell by the sluggishness in his posture. only a couple more aversions before he can—

-> you walk past, a gentle breeze catching the ends of your hair as the rest is held in place by the chunky headphones over your ears. you’re too immersed in your phone to pay attention to the fight happening in front of you, but you’re far enough away to be out of danger

-> kaji blinks, his focus thrown, and forgets to move out of the way of the fist flying toward his gut

-> it doesn’t pack much punch since his opponent is already tired, but it’s enough to bring him back to the present. kaji’s able to knock the guy out, but his focus is thrown as he props the unconscious student against a street bench

-> he glances around, trying to catch sight on you and your headphones again, but you’re gone

-> kaji doesn’t see you again for a while after that, but your face doesn’t leave his mind. it’s a bit infuriating, as anytime someone with your build walks by, he’s immediately out of focus

-> it isn’t until kaji takes a detour to the convenience store for more candy when he spots you feeding stray cats in an alleyway. unable to find his words, kaji follows you from afar to make sure you get home safe before heading home himself, completely forgetting about the candy

hiragi toma

-> annoying, hiragi mentally grumbled when his opponent grabbed a steel pipe. they’d been using fists only, an unspoken rule in the fight, but the second the guys started losing, he reached for a weapon

-> hiragi caught it when it swung at his head, successfully ripping it from the opponent’s sweaty grip. he jerked to throw it to the side but froze when you accidentally locked eyes

-> you had been cheering him on with your grandparents, who were already prepping food and first aid. it was your first time witnessing a bofurin “fight”, and you gasped when hiragi finally broke eye contact due to a fist punching him in the face

-> “ooh,” everyone sympathetically groaned in unison, but hiragi recovered quickly and knocked the guy on his ass. he rubbed his shoulder and cracked his neck before glancing back once more, hoping to catch your eye again

-> you followed your grandmother’s lead as she approaching him with an ice pack. “toma! have you met my grandchild yet? they haven’t visited us in nearly 10 years!” “grandma!” “they’re looking to move here! and they’re single.” “oh my god.”

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imperial-refuse · 2 months ago

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♛ Vyrgyl and Kharmi!

==> Crowns For Dynamics!!! (accepting!)

Kicking ass, taking names!

#Word of Hope [ooc]#High Octane Fist-Bump [friendship; v/k]

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pholla-jm · 1 year ago

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Heir

IMAGINE: HEIR ~ SUKUNA X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: sukuna is a bit ooc. fem!reader. not proof read. set in the heian era. true form sukuna. ***************

If someone were to tell Sukuna that in some years that he would have a wife, he would laugh at them… and then kill them.

But here he was, thinking about how his beautiful wife looked with a small bump on her tummy. It’s all he could think about really. Ever since he found out his wife is pregnant, his view of the world changed.

Sure, he still thinks that humans were lowly disgusting vile, but the world seemed like a better place with you and his future child in it.

His every day activities seemed a little less fun now, and all he thought about was getting back home to his wife.

After a day full of people worshiping him and some killing, he made his way back to his castle. Where his wife should be patiently waiting for him.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” You hear the deep voice of your husband call out causing you to jump a little.

He had found you in a different room. It was bare at first, but you were starting to add things to the room.

You were working on a traditional crib for the baby, having different silks laid out in front of you to choose.

It was a bit early to start getting ready for the baby, but you were too excited.

You turn to look at him. He towered over you, with his four arms crossed as he looked at you with a disappointed look.

“I just want to make sure that the baby’s room is going to be perfect.” You say turning back to the silks.

Sukuna hums, sitting down next to you while observing the objects in front of you.

“How long have you been doing this?” You shrug, “not that long.”

“You could always have the servants do this, you know? You shouldn’t be working so hard.”

“Yeah, I know. I just feel like if I do this myself, it feels more special.”

Sukuna breathes out a happy breath, leaning his chin on one of his fists. He knew that you would make a great mother. Someone that is nurturing, and he knows that his future son will be loved and taken care of.

“Still, you should be taking care of yourself. It’s important that you and our son are completely healthy.”

You perk up hearing the word ‘son’. “Son? It’s a bit too early to know the gender.”

Sukuna just smirks, eyeing you up and down. “Trust me, I know it’s going to be a boy.” You laugh, “oh yeah? How so?”

He points at your belly, “It’s lower. A low stomach means it’s going to be a boy.”

Your eyes widen and you look away from him in disbelief. “Where did you even hear that? I didn’t know you believed in old wives tales anyway.”

“It’s not an old wives tale if it’s the current talk.” “The current talk? What, are you gossiping with the local ladies now?” You laugh at the idea of Sukuna gossiping causing him to frown. “Whatever woman. What they say is true.” “Okay, we’ll see.”

"I don't want you working on this room by yourself anymore. I have to be here to help you, okay?" You nod your head, a bit happy that Sukuna came up with a quick compromise. "Sound good to me. You can do all the heavy lifting."

Sukuna nods, then points at one of the silks that are laid out in front of you. It was a darker colored one, something that you knew he would like. “This one. It’ll be great for our son.”

You decide not to comment on the son thing again. With a smile, you pick it out and put it to the side.

Pushing your hands on the ground, you start to get up from the ground. “What are you doing?” “I have to use the bathroom.” You say. However, Sukuna gets up faster than you. He gently picks you up, carrying you bridal style. “I can walk by myself.” You tell him with a small smile.

You appreciate that Sukuna doted on you like this, but you don’t know how long you would be able to babied like this.

“When I’m around, you’re not doing a single thing. You understand?”

With a content sigh, you relax in his arms. Head resting on his shoulder, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat.

“Yes, my beloved, I understand.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #oneshot #jjk fluff #jjk #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff

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kittsyspaw · 5 months ago

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✦ ❝ 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ❞

𝑆YNO ✦ .ᐟ Your friendship with Friend!Vinny Hong is confusing. Breaking off wasn't the easiest and Vinny found himself trying to find you after many alterations.

WARNINGS !¡ SLIGHT YANDERE VINNY, NO NSFW yandere behaviors, if uncomfortable please click off. Heavy? angst, people pleaser reader, Misunderstandings, hating and jealousy, Delusional behavior, possessiveness and obsessiveness, stalking, Getting drunk, usage of alcohol, i don't think ooc Vinny is pathetic ngl

A year and half of Vinny meeting you passed. Everyday, after an argument, he'd catch a glimpse of you on the way to school. Living in this crappy neighborhood wasn't't as bad anymore, not if he gets flashed by your grin and a wave of your hand. Vinny liked every second of it, you recognized him, hitting up casual conversations to check up on how he's doing.

Today, the sun was glaring down at him. Sweat glistening on his forehead as he slung his backpack over his shoulder, his signature resting face planted on and his head floating to another reality. Vinny hated the lava ball in the sky. it made him feel sticky, being cooked up like an egg in a pan in this humid breeze that blurred everything he tried to visualize.

A cold gust blasted his little red hairs away, the unsharpness in his viewpoint became clearer than a crystal. It made shivers bump up on the skin of his naked arms. The fuzzy heat was frozen to a sharp block of ice and Vinny crossed his arms to makeshift a faux blanket, the needle picks at his skin tickling out jitters from his nerves.

With a wide mouth, the landscape around Vinny went in slow motion, h/c hairs brushed in his range, giggles pecking his earlobes. It wasn't the weather that shifted but Vinny...who was dunked in a cup of cold water with ice cubes when he made out that it indeed, was you. His hyperfixation.

The urge to chat with you...apologize made him stare like a deer stuck in headlights. Unable to take a step, to build something more than just a norm hit up and greetings. Vinny began scrutinizing the existence of you. An everyday task he never fails to scratch off his list.

White sneakers decorated your feet. a flowy sundress that had knittings of different species of flowers, dancing in the wind and exposing the supple flesh of your knees and molding around your curves. Finally, the rosebud purse that contained your stuff, hopefully Vinny could encourage himself and give you back the carmex lip balm that you've dropped last week.

The fists around the straps of the black bag tightened, it was a reflex as Vinny gawked at your florsence blessing, the light beaming from your form. Mismatched eyes bulged out when you set your gaze on him, with a curl of your glossy lips, your hand raised, shaking it at the taller male who got caught red-handed while soaking up the details about you.

"Y/–"

About to mutter up the title you went by, his words got stuck in his throat after the fog around the other person beside you got swiped away, revealing their confident and muscular posture. "Vinny!" He was trapped behind a spare wall in consideration but a swipe quickly washed the barrier away, his attention back on you.

"Hi.."

It sounded harsher than it was supposed to, defense displaying as a result of his past, he changed...but unable to express anything, his usual habits came back. The muscles of his face twitched too, thin eyebrow raising, staring down at you then love and need stirred in the sparkle of his eye, visible hearts shaping into the pupils.

The other individual took note of the obviousness. Vinny glimpsed at the thing by your side. The ocean blue eyes pinned him like a nail to a wooden board, sizing Vinny up and down. Sensing this, a prominent vein popped on Vinnys jaw while it clenched, knowing that this guy was planning much more than just being your friend.

he was trying to use you.

"Vinny, this is ------ my classmate! He's a foreigner and doesn't understand Korean but I'm helping him out here!"

Vinny could not care less, he didn't even remember what the name of this male was. He was desperate to talk to you again... after all he had a high amount of that to do. But an obstacle was in the way...

Yeah obviously he's a foreigner. Light hair, pale skin that shamed white paint and those knife-edged pupils that could point out your insecurities when they weren't even shown. Vinny was disgusted, it's not like he didn't want you to have friends but why this luxury type...he seemed to be rich...the first thing he could humiliate Vinny in.

"That's...nice. How's School going for you?"

"Ehh i have to get better grades." You stuck your tongue out playfully, scratching your scalp. "Mhm, yeah. I can help you if you want...I wanted to–" the words got stuck in his throat after you gave him a tilt of your head.

With a shallow smile at the idea, and the nod of your head to encourage the tutor thing. "That would be awesome! Thanks Vinny and say hello to your mom for me, I couldn't greet her this morning."

The simple gesture of his neck bopping down was enough as a response. "Who's that, Y/n, you still haven't introduced me." The boys seraphic tone matched the childishness he felt comfortable in. A spark funkled over your head, right, you forgot that your classmate was still here, too lost in the moment with your close friend.

"oh yeah, sorry about that. This is Vinny, we were– a...are close."

Your tone dropped a little from the smug vocals, returning to a polite speaking manner as the language switch gave Vinny whiplash, you were fluent too. The dialect was spoken like your mother tongue, flawlessly explaining and conversing.

Vinny was in a rollercoaster ride that took braking turns, loops that dropped his stomach and caused the acid to flux to his throat...or did he just want to throw up?

He hated the second that foreigner touched you and interrupted your talks so he could get your attention back on him. Vinny got pissed off, the grabby hands at your arm, tugging the fabrics. "Stoppp... i already said we'll go."

Vinnys recognized the annoyance in your way of talking, but it was another language so he had no idea whether you were just joking around. "Y/n.. Is he bothering you?" His eyes narrowed, calculating and mysterious as ever. He didn't want you to help this guy like you used to help him.

"No... it's alright, Vinny. Anyway, it was good to know that you're better. See'ya!"

With a wave, silence dominated again, the conversation being snipped short. Maroon liquid dripped in circles when Vinny clenched his fists at the anger that rose up inside of his chest, his teeth about to snap from the way he grit them together, sharp canines grazing against the flesh inside his mouth.

His nostrils flared, muscles in his face twitching and forming a nasty snarl. Vinny wanted to grab the nearest person and punch them until they bruise up just so he could get rid of this venomous toxicity.

The splitting headache came from the unsteady emotions he was enduring. It made no sense to him. Vinny sustained an intense change of view, his dreams and hopes came crashing, it clawed at his heart and tugged at every string keeping it together and pumpy.

Why? Why?

With a sigh, he allowed the negative thoughts to subside and continued his way. Yet overthinking never failed to win, taking upon his brain. Was it just an attraction? Or was it love?

And as they do say, Love is complicated. Relationships don't last long if you two don't click together. Finding the one is hard and almost impossible. His chest ached, the stress causing the male to ruffle his flame color hair, shakily sighing. He fucking hated this perplexity.

Vinny didn't like you for your looks. Yes, sure whatever, you were pretty but he saw something more... something deeper than just your features. His cheeks warmed up every time you picked him out of his ghost state, ignoring the people's flinches or disturbed glances.

Your voice...your sunshine personality. Your will to talk to him. The determination you set on him and encouraging him. When you complimented him. When you did small things for him. When you spotted him a crowd of million people.

No matter where or with who. You managed to clean out all the objects in the way, finding your way openly to the red-head.

Even when he shouted at you...when he used to push you away and try the tough person act on you. Yet...yet still, you weren't scared! You still returned with that stupid fucking grin of yours...!

Vinny hadn't realized the tears that collected at his lashline, falling on the heat of his cheek. His heart was squeezing and swelling up, the thudding was heard plainly as it sped up.

Why weren't you afraid of him? Why didn't you call him a monster like every other normal person did?! Why...why?

The resentment of the actions he did to hurt you made the guilt even worse, suffocating Vinny who regrets and feels the end to apologize over and over again. You've pulled him out of the pit hole. Out the darkness, the void that pressured him into his habits.

He was ascending to his best while you time by time built up before plunging into the shadowy battle with yourself. He already knew that your grades were getting worse, money was even shorter on your end, your family problems.

Even when you faced those things, you decided to help him out with his. Vinny made more friends as you retreated and faded away from his life. Only when the person has withered from your grasp...you go searching for them.

Vinny had already highlighted his mistake. But god you were the most important thing to him. Without you, his world was plain and colorless. It was like a flash in front of him when you two first met.

Jack, the black furball had led you to each other. Vinny held a grumpy face while you stroked the cat that belonged to him. He still remembers when you innocently asked if it was his feline with a dazzling smile.

Anger. It was just a scoff he gave you before snatching the pet from your hands and leaving, flinching when he arrived at his doorstep and you stood right behind him, arms crossed behind your back.

That just pestered him even more. Hissing at you to leave. Calling you vile names and weird insults. It didn't scare you off.

Everyday...you stood at his door waiting for him patiently. And Vinny never failed to get caught by you. Even when he tried sneaking away by the window on the other side.

You somehow found him. Everywhere.

A long... unpleasant year passed until Vinny gave up. Allowing you to enter his personal space, you loved his privacy. Then he got bombarded with the questions that you didn't already know.

Your curious voice was clear and whimsical as you asked for something you wanted to know. It was like that scene was happening in the moment as Vinny experienced a fragment of it.

"what's your favorite color?!"

You had pondered, brighter than the sun as you used all of your braincells to think about it. Vinny had replied with a 'guess' so you did, screaming out something far from what stereotypes would say.

"Hot pink!"

But Vinny hated stereotypes. He'd go against every single one of them if he could just to gain the hate of other people. A smirk spread on his face that time, nodding then chuckling at your outburst of happiness, celebrating something you guessed on first try.

"Yayy! I knew it!!"

The world around him was splashed and spread with colors that day. The unusual paint popping up whenever he saw you. And timely... he started to see it everywhere. A relic of you left behind wherever he went.

But that trophy rusted and putrificated as time made Vinny get distracted. His friends. The girl who had a dilemma with him. The cycling. Losing. Winning. Pressure. Stress. Depression. The accident with his friend and the list went on...

It was too much. Vinny was just an adult barely at the age of 20 too, he was a human. Not a monster or a freak. The constant confusion he swam in made his vision spin and swirl. What the hell was he supposed to do?!

As a result of the changing surroundings, the nature around Vinny casted a shadow. narrowing down to a little bubble of despair.

The world meant Nothing to Vinny without you. Why wouldn't you realize?!

He didn't mean to lash out at you when you tried to tell him that day...your expression tested him, your fidgeting and the stuttering. It was the last time you two spoke before parting ways into your neighborhood, you tried coming back days later, at the wrong time where things still hadn't calmed.

the rage you caused made you shelter yourself in your shell again. Staying away from your friend who you decided to just greet everyday...checking in.

And fuck did it hurt when he saw you again, a light spreading around and scorching off the gloominess. Vinny wants to apologize. He hopes you didn't find anyone else. someone who would steal his position. Someone who would have a future with you.

Vinny was a billion percent sure that he should be your lover while you were his. He was confident of it. You are supposed to be his. You are meant to be with him.

Right? Right...?

While walking around the streets, his body taking him on a familiar one, the street where you lived. Through the frail curtains, he could see the bedroom that matched your personality. But the softness in his expression faltered when Vinny caught you laughing and joking with the classmate.

So you were draining your energy for another person again? Just to be left on a low battery and discarded without getting charged.

Vinny was somehow gonna win you back. He needed you. Not because he was in a bad situation and pathetic again...yeah...not because you still pleased others even after they hurt you.

There...was nothing better than staying away for a while, right? Then you could recover from your problems and Vinny wouldn't be there as a limitation.

That night, Vinny had visited a...not so normal place. It was one of his least favorites. A club. The neon lights that stung your eyes, the loud music that deafened your hearing senses and the creeps left and right trying to drug you and traffic...

The redhead could practically feel the beats in his body as the Signals glided and made the floor buzz. He ignored everyone. He ignored everything. Just sitting at the bar with the delmonico glass that held in fuzzy substances. It wasn't an exemplary action...no. but it caused his nerves to ease off.

Sooner or later, without registration, one glass after the other burned down Vinny's throat, gulping all of them until he was dizzy. His face was flushed, hearing and seeing everything twice or triple of the norm.

The boy stood up with wobbling legs, away from the reaching hands, long nails that stroked up his biceps or abs, kisses being thrown in his direction and the weird people. The redhead tumbled into some walls, rested at some windows until he apprehended the local vicinity.

Knock. Knock.

His knuckles thumped onto the wood, to notify the person inside. That person was you. In your nightwear, just about to go to sleep. There was a nervousness that was built inside of you. Who was it? And at this time? The clock read out a clear '2AM'.

Opening the door slightly, you peeked with your eye which sent shocks through your body after seeing Vinny in his state, leaning against the doorframe with a pained expression. "Y/n..please" he hopelessly mewled out your name, one of his large hands settling on the wood for support, pushing his shoulder from the relaxed position.

"open... please?"

His words were slurred. And your heart raced.

What the hell was he doing? Worry raced and won against your frozen state as you quickly pulled him inside, the taller and obviously more buff boy fell on top of you, making you stumble your way over to the couch, losing your balance.

Vinny rested right above you, locking you into a caging hug as he rubbed his face against your shoulder, like a cat. The boy sniffed the nectar of your perfume, his eyes almost rolling back as he melted like putty into your comfort.

Finally. Your touch. He wanted more of it. He wanted you to touch him and feel him up everywhere.

"I'm so sorry...I'm so in love with you, Y/n."

Your eye twitched, signaling the fury and sudden blow you had to take. "Don't you fuckin' dare say that! You're drunk!" You squirmed, trying to buckle away from the arms wrapped around you like a blanket. Vinny had winced at your tone, it boomed inside his head and gave a pulse of a splitting headache.

"noo...i swear. I'm not. I love you. I'm... not drunk. I love you. I love you."

Vinny mumbled out, his eyelashes fluttering close while enjoying the warmth your body gifted his colder temperature. The need for you was being satisfied, finally. Vinny couldn't stay away.

He just can't do it. He demanded to have you back. He wants you. He just has to have you.

You were his.

Closing your own eyes, your upper lip scrunched and brows narrowed. Why was he doing this? He didn't actually mean it, did he? He was just not sober at the moment and tomorrow he'll be regretting everything.

Tears streamed from you, landing on Vinnys cheek. "Mhm...don't cry, Y/n. I'm sorry–...my fault? I didn't want to yell at you. I just love you so much it hurt when you cut me off. Please Y/n..."

"please don't ever leave me. Please..."

The pathetic desperation in his tone made you sob even more, his voice breaking along your crys. "You stupid dummy. There's no way I'm forgetting what you did."

"I'll make it up to you...promise."

"promise?"

Vinny instantly sat up, his body weight being removed allowing you to breathe again. His hand was in front of your face, holding up his pinky finger.

Vinnys mismatched pupils glowed under the light, softened and...for a second...it didn't feel like he was drunk at all. His heart was light and skipping beats at your touch, Vinnys cheeks going pinkish while he had his eyes on you.

You cloaked your smaller pinky around his and so, his gaze directed at the little connection you two made, a genuine, honey-like smile showing on his features and he tapped your thumbs against each other to seal the important promise.

"i swear I'll never hurt you again..."

Followed by a sloppy kiss planted right beside your lips before his head went limp on your chest, soft snores escaping him. And a loud sigh left you...was it real? What he said? Or was Vinny playing you? Either way... you felt too guilty.

Your hands found themselves in his locks, playing with his scalp. While chewing on your bottom lip, liquid that matched his hair color dripped out of the injury and you simply licked it away, tasting the metallic flavor to make sure you weren't dreaming. This wasn't your imagination.

Too guilty to not accept him. It was impossible for you to say no...

ARGH. The ending was good but rushed wtv

I HOPE you liked this and sorry for any mistakes.

Lyrics taken by the neighbourhood, Song: Softcore

#wattpad #windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon angst #angst #confusion #vinny hong x reader #vinny hong #x reader #slight yandere #obession #people pleaser #windbreaker x you #windbreaker webtoon #wind breaker x reader #divider by cafekitsune

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uramakimochi · 1 year ago

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Hi guys~ i hope you had a good Valentine's Day💗 (unlike me who have been single and a virgin all my life lmao🤙🥲)

VALENTINE'S DAY

Portgas D Ace x Reader (feat. Luffy and Sabo)

Warnings: just fluff, set when the ASL bros were children, use of Y/n, fem!R, maybe ooc Ace? i took inspo from a chapter of the story 'A New Start' from ao3.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

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"Valentine's Day?"

"What is that?"

"Probably stupid adult stuff"

Makino giggled when she saw the expressions of the three children in front of her. Luffy and Sabo were confused, while Ace didn't seem at all interested in the topic that casually came out of the woman's mouth.

"It's not just for adults, it's a day that applies to everyone. Valentine's Day is the day dedicated to love"

At those words she saw Sabo and Ace's cheeks redden, while Luffy continued to look at her, tilting his head.

"Usually during this day, engaged and married couples exchange gifts, flowers, sweets and celebrate their love. I find it very cute"

"I want to celebrate Valentine's Day too if i can eat!" Luffy exclaimed with a smile, making the woman laugh.

"Well if you want to celebrate Valentine's Day, then you have to find the person to spend the day with. Tell me children, isn't there any girl you like?" she then asked, looking at them one by one.

Ace and Sabo exchanged a look and Luffy pointed a finger at Ace.

“Ace likes Y/n!”

Ace immediately turned to his brother and punched him in the head.

SBONK!

"Ouch! You hurt me Ace!" Luffy shouted in pain.

Luffy began to whimper and rub the bump that was growing on his head, while Sabo looked at him with a pitying smile.

"I don't like Y/n! I don't like her at all!!" Ace retorted loudly.

But Makino easily noticed the child's freckled cheeks turning red as if they were two tomatoes.

"Yes, you like her!" Luffy replied. “Every day you keep talking about her and you always say that you can't wait to go back and play with her in the forest!”

Sabo and Makino chuckled and Ace looked at him annoyed, clenching his fists.

"And when me or Sabo want to play with Y/n, you always complain because you don't like it when we play with her!" continued the youngest. "And we know you always go to the village secretly so you can be the only one with her!"

"Shut up!"

Ace with a cry lunged at Luffy, ready to punch him on the head again, but Luffy ran to hide behind Sabo, who at the same time tried to stop Ace.

Makino crouched on the ground, hands on her knees.

“Hey Ace, why don’t you gift Y/n something?” she asked innocently, causing the three kids to freeze and turn to look at her. "I'm sure she would be very happy"

Ace looked at her sheepishly.

"B-But i don't have the faintest idea what to give her..." he muttered, lowering his gaze. "I don't want to give her something that she doesn't like..."

Luffy and Sabo exchanged glances and giggled in amusement, but before Ace could scold them, Makino called his attention.

"Try flowers. Almost all women like to receive flowers"

Ace felt his face get even redder.

"F-Flowers you said?"

Makino nodded.

"I think you can find a lot of beautiful flowers in the forest right? Y/n will be happy to know that you personally picked them for her"

"Yes! Y/n told me she likes the red and the yellow flowers!" Luffy exclaimed, raising a hand. "Oh! And she likes bugs too"

"Luffy we can't give Y/n bugs for Valentine's Day" Sabo sighed with a smile.

"You won't give anything to Y/n!" Ace suddenly blurted out, looking at them. "I'll be the only one to do it!"

Luffy stomped his foot on the ground with a pout on his lips, annoyed by Ace's jealous behavior.

"Ugh! That's not fair! Y/n is my friend too!"

Sabo leaned towards his ear with a smirk, even though everyone present could hear his words.

"Yes, but Ace is in love with her and has to win her over, do you understand Luffy?"

"Shut up Sabo!!"

Makino couldn't help but look at them tenderly, giggling again.

///

So, a little later, the three found themselves in the forest and by order of Ace, Sabo and Luffy began to collect all the yellow and red flowers they found, which were not poisonous, and then brought them to him.

After about ten minutes, a huge pile of colorful flowers was at Ace's feet.

"Uhm... Tell me, Ace..." Sabo muttered in confusion. “Now how are you going to give all these flowers to Y/n?”

"Yeah..." Luffy nodded. "There are so many, you won't be able to hold them all in your hands alone"

Ace crossed his arms, tilting his head and contemplating what to do. Then his face lit up and he raised his index finger.

"I have an idea"

The three kids collected all the flowers, since Ace didn't intend to leave EVEN ONE behind, and then ran to Dadan's shelter.

"Hey, you brats! Explain to me why my floor is full of flowers!" the woman said, taking a drag of her cigarette.

Ace returned the annoyed look she was giving them, but Luffy smiled without any concern.

"Ace wants to bring all these flowers to Y/n, but we don't know how. Can you help us?"

SBONK!

Poor Luffy fell to the ground on his face after Ace punched him once again on the head.

"Why don't you ever shut your mouth!?" he blurted out angrily, his cheeks red.

Dadan widened his eyes and meanwhile, Dogra and Magra joined the conversation.

“Why do you want to give flowers to Y/n?” the first asked with genuine curiosity, not understanding the sudden reason.

Actually everyone, including Luffy, Sabo, Dadan, the bandits, Makino and the Mayor knew that Ace was completely in love with you, but they didn't believe that he would have had the courage to confess his feelings so soon.

"Today is Valentine's Day" Sabo replied. "And Makino told us that during this day couples exchange gifts. And Ace wants to give flowers to Y/n"

"Yes, but you took way too many, just hope that little girl doesn't throw them all away" Dadan replied ironically.

Ace gritted his teeth with red cheeks.

"Instead of complaining, don't you have any ideas to help us, you old hag??"

"What did you say?!"

Dadan was about to lunge at Ace, but Magra stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, before the situation could escalate.

"How about we make a bouquet?" he asked with a smile.

Ace looked at him silently and then nodded, trusting his advice.

So all the bandits went to work, along with Ace, Sabo and Luffy. After half an hour, a huge bouquet of red and yellow flowers, complete with a bow, was ready to be given.

"Wow!" Luffy exclaimed with bright eyes.

"I'm sure Y/n will like it a lot" Sabo then said and Ace turned to look at them.

///

"Do you really think so?"

The two nodded without hesitation, showing him their thumbs up.

As the doors of the inn flew open, Makino's eyes widened as she saw a huge bouquet of flowers walking by itself. But next, Luffy and Sabo also entered and the woman realized that the one who was hidden by the flowers was just Ace.

"Good job, you found a lot of flowers! Y/n will love them!" Makino said with a smile, walking away from the counter and towards the three.

Ace's cheeks were red again and his gaze was on the floor.

"Makino where is Y/n?" Luffy asked her looking around, since you usually hung around the inn to spend time with her and the customers when you had nothing to do.

"She left a little while ago" replied a man sitting at a table, then he took a sip from his mug of beer.

"With another little boy" continued another, as he chewed his food.

Ace's eyes widened and he hastily passed the bouquet to Sabo.

"What do you mean she went off with another boy?! Who was he?! What does he want to do to her?!"

The men and Makino chuckled in amusement at his jealousy and protectiveness.

"He said he wanted to tell her a secret. I saw that he was holding a letter in his hand. Oh, young love. How beautiful~" a woman replied to him and then sighed.

Ace clenched his fists at his sides. He had no idea who this kid was, but if he was going to do what he wanted to do...

"You're too late kid" laughed another customer. "But maybe you still have time to reach them before that boy steals your girlfriend!"

"S-She's not my girlfriend!" Ace blurted out as he felt his face go on fire and his heart pound inside his chest.

Then he turned sharply towards Luffy and Sabo.

"Let's go!" he exclaimed and then ran out of the inn, followed by the other two, leaving behind the shouts of encouragement and laughter from Makino and everyone else.

Ace ran down the street for seconds that felt like endless hours. This wasn't really happening, it wasn't possible! Since when was there a boy in love with you? And how long had he been in love with you?? Had you ever spoken to each other? Was he your friend?? I mean, you lived in the village of Foosha, but you always spent time on Mount Corvo with them, he thought that your only friends were himself, Sabo and Luffy...

"Ace look!"

Luffy's voice woke him from his thoughts and the three saw the figures of two children facing each other not far away, under the trunk of a tree. There was no doubt about it, it was you and that boy.

Ace ran to hide behind a bush, followed by the other two. It was a miracle that you didn't notice their presence and especially the huge bouquet of flowers.

"What are they doing?" Sabo asked softly.

Ace watched you two, gritting his teeth. That little boy was holding the letter that the woman at the inn had mentioned and he was reading it to you. Wait... No, that wasn't just a letter...

"HE WROTE HER A LOVE LETTER?!" the three exclaimed in chorus under their breath.

Ace felt jealousy grow in his body more and more when he saw the way that little boy was reciting the words of love he dedicated to you. You on the other hand, looked at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

Shit. He thought. Have i really arrived too late?

Ace almost had the instinct to punch himself. Stupid, why hadn't he thought of this before?? Why hadn't he had the courage to tell you before?!

"A-And so i'd like to ask you i-if..."

The three pricked up their ears as they heard the words of the boy who was stuttering from shyness.

"I-If... If you want to be my girlfriend?"

"WHAAAT?!" Ace, Sabo and Luffy wanted to scream, but they miraculously managed to keep their voices low.

For a few moments silence fell. Until you flashed a smile at the boy.

"Oh no! Is she going to say yes to him??" Luffy whispered in panic.

You squeezed your hands shyly.

"I-" you murmured.

Until...

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!!!"

The boy let out a cry of terror when you saw Ace's body pop out of a bush and run at full speed towards you and your eyes widened.

"Ace?!"

Ace positioned himself in front of you and crossed his arms over his chest.

"W-Who are you??" the boy asked, looking at him fearfully.

Ace returned the look with a murderous one and in his mind he cursed himself for not having brought his pipe with him, to be able to threaten him better.

"Get lost, loser" he said in an icy tone.

The little boy let out a squeak and ran away with tears in his eyes, taking his love letter with him.

"Ace, what are you doing here?!" you asked, more shocked than angry at his intrusion.

Ace turned to look at you, taking a step towards you.

"Would you have said yes?" he asked you back.

You tilted your head and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"What?"

"Would you have said yes to him??" he repeated. "Would you have become his girlfriend if i hadn't come!?"

You felt your cheeks heat up again and didn't notice how his were just as red, focusing your gaze on his eyes.

"I-I... Uhm..."

"Ace!"

You and him turned towards the voice that had called him and at that moment you noticed the presence of Luffy and Sabo too. The blond threw him the bouquet of flowers and he caught it.

"H-Here. These are for you..." Ace murmured, then handed you the flowers.

Your eyes widened, surprised by his loving gesture.

"For me?" you asked. "R-Really?"

He nodded and you gently took them from his hands, immediately feeling the delicate scent of those flowers invade your nostrils.

"I picked them up for you this morning" Ace continued, looking down at the grass and absentmindedly kicking the dirt with his feet. "I mean, Luffy and Sabo helped me. And Dadan and the bandits helped us make the bouquet... And Makino told me to give you some flowers and Luffy said you like the red and yellow ones, so-"

Smack~

Ace fell silent when he felt your soft lips rest on his freckled cheek for a few seconds and when he quickly turned to look at you, he saw you smiling shyly, hidden behind the flower petals.

"I-I really like them, Ace. Thank you"

Ace felt like his heart wanted to jump out of his chest.

"And anyway..." you continued then, clutching the flowers to your chest. "I wouldn't have said yes to him. B-Because... Because i already like someone else..."

Ace's hands began to sweat, as did his forehead and it felt like his stomach was flipping with emotion. He had never felt this way before.

"O-Oi, that someone..." he swallowed nervously. "T-That someone isn't Sabo or Luffy... Is it?"

You giggled, then took a small step towards him.

"No, Ace" you replied, shaking your head. "It's you"

You took his hand and Ace's eyes widened, then he squeezed it, making your fingers intertwine. Behind him, Luffy and Sabo opened their eyes wide and then high-fived each other with satisfied smiles.

"Hey Y/n" he murmured looking at you. “Do you want to come with me to explore the forest?”

You nodded without hesitation, closing your eyes.

"Sure Ace"

Sabo and Luffy watched you walk away hand in hand, still left behind the bush.

"So... Are they boyfriend and girlfriend now?" the youngest asked with a smile.

"We're still too young for these things" Sabo replied shaking his head and Luffy turned to look at him confused. "But at least, now they have clarified things and they know that no one will ever come between the two of them. Aah, young love~"

"Sabo you sound like that old woman"

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sunflw3rbouquet · 8 days ago

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dan heng x male reader

note: ooc dan heng, grumpy x sunshine/golden retriever x black cat, you're not caelus, touches on dan heng lore but doesn't explain it, ooc astral express, very self indulgent, this is my second worse oneshot i hate it, unedited tw: playfighting, feeling bad about oneself, dan heng being aloof

…sun✰ my dear dan heng!

dan heng is a stoic man.

most would define him as aloof, or even nonchalant, and leave it at that. what traut wouldn’t come up, however, was kind-hearted. it was something he reserved for those close to him, only letting hints of it through, causing the common assumptions of his personality. for whatever reasons, dan heng camouflaged himself as a man that didn’t experience any positive emotions, even though he was a happy person in private.

y/n didn’t understand why.

”can i please sleep in your room tonight?” y/n excitedly asked, his arms happily wrapping around dan heng’s shoulders. his voice was powerful in the silent archives. dan heng was startled due to the sudden environment change, his muscles tensed for a moment, stopping in time like a dear caught unprepared in the headlights of a car. his arm was outreached towards the shelves upon shelves of books, right hand clenched into a fist, barely noticeable before he relaxed it.

“i thought we agreed on not showing our relationship in public, the original agreement including the express.” he calmly replied, not turning around to look at the known intruder. dan heng’s expression remained the same, even as y/n began to tug on the collar of his shirt. “what will i ever do with you.” a soft sigh escaped his lips as y/n began to huff loudly like a dog.

”my room’s freezing! besides, one night won’t hurt.” y/n quickly countered, his hand now moving to rake through dan heng’s short, black hair. “i’ve missed you so much recently.” his demeanor changed from the loud and bubbly persona, quickly becoming quieter as he admitted the fact to dan heng, his face pressed into the nook between the man’s neck and shoulder. y/n inhaled in, the scent of dan heng’s mapley sweet and woody cologne flowing into his nose. the smell was familiar, something that reminded him of the man he loved so much.

dan heng’s breath came out in a soft puff, clearly deciding he was fighting a losing battle. “just this once, because i miss you too.” he replied, moving his arms so y/n could latch himself onto dan heng’s body after accepting his proposal. dan heng’s hand twitched slightly, his fingers slowly stroking y/n’s hair tightly. his arm was wrapped around y/n’s neck, his boyfriend’s head resting on his chest. “why are you here? it’s still time for you to be working. last time i checked, you haven’t finished all of your reports from your last trailblazing mission.” he rubbed the skin of y/n’s hand gently, almost like he was coaxing a response out of him.

“...himeko left my desk for a moment, so i decided to run away.” y/n whispered, his lips pressing against dan heng’s jaw as an almost chaser apology. dan heng sighs, allowing himself to sink into the feeling of his boyfriend’s touch, chin bumping against y/n’s nose.

“seriously, love?” he asked, his tone almost laced with a judging attitude as he stopped his hand, y/n whining loudly. dan heng rolled his eyes for a moment before patting his boyfriend’s head, stepping away from him to turn his attention back to his bookshelf. his eyes raked over the countless books on the shelves, ignoring y/n’s pleas and the countless pulls on his shirt. “i truly am enamored with you, but i don’t appreciate you cutting work to see me instead.”

y/n let out a soft sigh of defeat, his head falling into dan heng’s shoulder with the slightest amount of (added) reverb to emphasize his pitifulness. “i guess i’ll leave. i dislike how sensible you are sometimes.” he complained, kissing dan heng’s cheek lightly, only enough so he could just barely feel the touch. dan heng didn’t reply, only waving in response as y/n walked backwards towards the door, a bright smile on his lips because of the action. y/n turned around to leave the room, only to be met with himeko’s stern face and fiery red hair (that looked even more similar to a raging fire as her gaze burned into him).

”i knew you would be here.” himeko said, y/n chuckling nervously as he put his hands up in defense, himeko reaching for his ear. “i’ll be taking him dan heng. he’ll be occupied until he’s finished his work.” dan heng nodded, looking away from his struggling boyfriend to organize the bookshelves.

”i’m sorry! himeko-!” y/n said, his feet hitting the floor as he was dragged along the ship to the office car before he fell on the floor. himeko smiled, dusting off her hands before walking away.

”do your work!” she yelled, y/n huffing softly.

they were all against him.

dinner was tense.

while march and caelus still happily talked, y/n found himself being stared down by both himeko and dan heng. himeko’s gaze was burning, y/n afraid he would get sunburnt if he spent any more time subjected to it. dan heng’s was a little kinder, a weak smile on his lips as he ate his dinner. his aura was so-so, like he felt sorry for the man, but still thinking he deserved the punishment.

the food on y/n’s plant was pushed around, a soft puff of air escaping his lips as he continued to lose his appetite. welt looked up from his plate, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “himeko, i think he’s learned his lesson.” his voice was firm, unwavering as he stated his opinion. himeko rolled her eyes, her plate one of the few finished ones on the table.

“it’s a lesson you all need to learn, not just y/n. you need to do your work!” she exclaimed, caelus looking at her confused. himeko sighed, waving her hand towards him. “not you, caelus, don’t worry.” y/n felt himself sink into his chair, the familiar feeling of shame creeping up his neck. he proceeded to not make eye contact with the rest of the astral express members, letting a breath slowly out of his mouth. his food slowly cooled, dan heng speaking up in the stifling silence.

“eat your food.” y/n’s eyes flicked up towards his boyfriend, his eyes locking with dan heng’s. he reluctantly picked up his fork, eating the food with a speed that would shock those who weren’t used to it. wiping his hands on his towel, y/n stood up, looking at himeko and welt.

“may i be excused?” he asked, himeko returning his gaze with shock before nodding, y/n pushing his chair back under the table and walking off towards dan heng’s room.

it was embarrassing to be one of the fools of the group.

y/n sat on the edge of dan heng’s bed in his pajamas, his hair dripping from his shower. he watched the drops fall onto the comforter, eyes unfocused as he spaced out. his hands were laced together, ears not listening to the sounds around him.

”darling? are you okay?” dan heng spoke, his face suddenly appearing in front of y/n’s. his hand moved on top of y/n’s, rubbing the backs gently to coax him out of his daze.

”i’m sorry for today.” y/n softly spoke, his bright and shiny demeanor gone. dan heng sat down next to him, his own wet hair resting against y/n’s shoulder as he leaned into his body.

”you don’t have to be sorry, you did nothing wrong.” he reassured, his left hand rubbing y/n’s thigh gently. dan heng let out a soft sigh, his lips pressed against the crook of y/n’s neck. “i know i’m indifferent, and sometimes i treat you unfairly or a mild amount of contempt, but i truly adore you.”

y/n’s eyes lit up at the statement, eyes crinkling at the edges as leaned into dan heng’s touch. “thank you, i appreciate that.” dan heng smiled, kissing y/n’s cheeks with an enamored gaze in his irises. y/n lifted his arms to clasp around dan heng’s neck, turning his head to return the kisses on his lips instead. dan heng laughed, dragging the two further down the bed so they could rest comfortably on the mattress together.

the moody behavior that y/n carried left as soon as he had dan heng next to him, kissing every single worry and insecurity of his away. kiss after kiss, movement after movement, everything was perfect. y/n allowed himself to fall into dan heng’s touch, unafraid of any consequences that he might face. dan heng’s hands held him tightly around his waist, air slowly escaping his nose until he pulled away from y/n to catch his breath.

”i love you.” he replied, y/n lazily nodding his head in agreement, a look of love-drunk bliss on his face. dan heng smiled in response to the nod, something so uncharacteristically dan heng.

dan heng was always considered aloof or indifferent. he was a cold man who cared about others at the surface level and was more preoccupied with his personal endeavors.

y/n never understood this, however, because he was always so happy and bright towards him, like a faraway star waving to the sun.

he wasn’t cold, he was selective in giving his heart out. y/n was just the lucky one who got this heart.

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boyswillbebuggsorsomething · 4 months ago

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If I Saw Him, I’d Still Kiss Him - pt.1

Spencer Reid x M!Reader

Summary: After a case, the BAU has a night out at O’Keefe’s, which unexpectedly reunites Spencer with someone he hadn’t expected to see ever again

Warnings: Vaguely inspired by If I Saw Him, I’d Still Kiss Him by McCafferty but specifically the last verse (or at least that’s how it started, it really doesn’t seem like it in this one but it will come into play in the next few), cursing, drinking/alcohol consumption, kinda insecure Spencer, Spencer is very overwhelmed for the first half or so, mentions of clawing off skin to describe feeling overwhelmed, no physical descriptions for R other than looking kinda dead inside, R & Spencer’s past is somewhat inspired by Trees & Trees II by McCafferty (but that isn’t really expanded upon in this, it will be later though), probably ooc, so many commas, I think it switches from third person to second person perspective but I’m pretty sure it works?, NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED

A/N: This is my first time ever writing x reader and it kind of sucks so I’ll probably rewrite it someday but I had to create this storyline. I also haven’t written any fanfiction since I was in middle school so yeah this is kind of chaotic, a lot of this was written on notes app after chugging two monsters back to back and praying it turned out okay AND IT SHOWS. Also, I fully forgot about Ethan’s existence until I started writing this so there might be similarities but I did not intend them if they’re too close. And I know this was originally going to be a fic where they go to Vegas and the reader still lives there but I hated writing the case and it turned out really horribly so now it’s this. THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU ACTUALLY READ THIS THOUGH.

Word Count: 2169

Spencer hadn’t planned to go out the night after a week-long case. All he really wanted to do was go home and rewatch Dr. Who for what must have been the hundredth time, too exhausted to even read. However, the rest of his team had other plans and he was (somewhat) reluctantly dragged to O’Keefe’s to get drinks.

A few drinks in and he was already regretting coming with them. It was crowded and just a few degrees too warm and loud in the way that only a bar can be. The lights were low to the point that he had to strain his eyes just to have an adequate amount of spatial awareness. It was all just a bit too much, and for Spencer, a bit too much really meant he wanted to claw his skin off. He tried to sit through it a bit longer out of politeness, the stubborn nagging in the back of his mind that never quite went away telling him that only one wrong move and they won’t like him anymore. Logically he knew it was untrue, the BAU was his family, but going through high school and university in the formative years of his early teens still clearly had quite an effect on him. So he sat with the team at their table, fingers drumming on the side of his glass as he tried to pay attention to whatever escapades Garcia was recounting.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Someone a few tables over was laughing. Loudly.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

A man at the bar was yelling, too drunk to decipher his words.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Someone at his table was looking at him. Asking something.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

JJ laid her hand on his shoulder and it was just the last thing he could deal with.

“Spence, you alright?”

He tensed immediately and he barely made out her question before he stood up jerkily, nodding slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, I think I just need some air. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Alright, do you want someone to come with you?”

Spencer simply shook his head and walked away, leaving no room for questioning. Dodging too-warm, questionably drunk people, he elbowed his way to the door, muttering hushed apologies when he bumped into people and fiddling anxiously with his fingers. When he pushed open the door, the cool bite of the autumn night hit him in the face, calming him only slightly. The fist clenching his heart loosened the smallest bit as he leaned back against the brick wall and closed his eyes, taking in the deepest breath he could manage. Despite the city sounds, he began to relax. Drinking when he was this exhausted had clearly brought his tolerance for anything at all down quite a bit, and the regret of going out settled deep in his chest. He tried to ignore it though. He might hate himself in the morning, but it was on him and his inability to say no. The dark of the night enveloped him comfortingly as he closed his eyes, resting his head back against the wall. Spencer still fidgeted with his hands, but not with the anxious fervor the action held within the confines of the bar, now in a soothing motion, helping him regulate his thoughts and feelings.

His peace was interrupted when a young man who had clearly seen better days stumbled out of the bar, muttering to himself in annoyance. Spencer ignored him at first, expecting him to go elsewhere. He did not. Instead, the man took his place by Spencer, slumping against the wall in an almost pitiful way. There were shadows under his eyes, the kind that comes not from a lack of sleep, but an exhaustion that makes its home deep in your bones, and there was a grayish pallor that had taken to his skin, only exacerbating the fatigued look that seemed to possess the man. Spencer attempted not to stare, but something about this guy was familiar. The slope of his nose. The shape of his lips. The colour of his eyes Spencer could swear he had seen in much closer quarters before.

He fished out a packet of cigarettes, Newports, from his jeans, as well as a lighter. The man glanced at Spencer as he placed the cigarette between his lips, to which Spencer simply shook his head. The two men stood silently against the wall, only the flick of the lighter, the soft exhales of smoke, and the sounds of the city to accompany them. The longer Spencer looked at him though, the more he felt like he knew this man. Somewhere behind his ribs he felt that ache of the past, the one you get when you look at old photographs and realise you will never be that child again. He knew this guy, he was sure of it.

He spoke up after some time, voice shaky with hesitation, “Sorry if this is a strange question, but have we met before? You seem extremely familiar.”

“Dunno, might’ve. I haven’t been living here very long,” He responded hoarsely around the cigarette, introducing himself with a slight nod and half smile, raising an eyebrow to ask Spencer to do the same.

“Uh, Dr. Spencer Reid.” Spencer smiled a hesitant, tight lipped smile, his heart beginning to race with an unfamiliar excitement as he realised he most definitely knew that name, which seemingly earned a small laugh from the man, a look of amused confusion gracing his features.

“No fucking way.”

“Sorry?”

“Spencer Reid? Really?”

“Yeah? Is- Is there a problem?”

“No, no, just- Used to know a Spencer Reid. Ages ago though, back when I was in middle school,” the man chuckled, breathing out a cloud of smoke, “He was in fuckin’ highschool though, but same age as me. Full on genius, swear to god. Shit, that’s- Wow, what a coincidence.” The man shook his head, a bemused grin across his lips as he took another drag.

Spencer paused, his face twisting together in a strange mix of joy, shock, and confusion. This man, this strange man who suddenly appeared at the same bar Spencer went to at least once a month with the team, was exactly who he thought he was. He knew him. He knew you.

“You lived in Las Vegas, didn’t you?” Spencer tried to hide the elation he felt at this sudden reunion.

“How’d you know?”

Spencer simply smiled. He might not have been the greatest at social cues, but he knew you would know exactly what he meant. And you did.

Looking at him now, you realised this stranger was most definitely the same Spencer you’d grown up with. He’d grown into his features, his eyes no longer buggy behind his glasses, his smile no longer crooked. His hair was styled neatly, no longer the whirlwind of misplaced strands he had as a child. He still fidgeted endlessly, just as he did when he was young, and he still possessed that kind nature that had emanated from him so freely years ago. Somewhat more hidden now, but there nonetheless. This willowy man was the same person as the boy you had rode your bike to school with. The same boy who helped you with your homework when you were too tired to study. Who held you when you broke down in sobs after you told him you liked boys. Who was your best friend until he wasn’t. Somehow, you couldn’t help but smile. You hadn’t seen him since you were, what? 14? A decade or so ago now. And all of a sudden he was in front of you.

“Seriously?”

He nodded, still smiling.

“Holy shit. It’s been ages! What’ve you been doing, other than getting, like, a million PhD’s and all that?” You took the cigarette from your lips, letting it burn freely as you spoke.

“Well, it’s only 3 PhD’s, two bachelor’s,” Spencer corrected without thinking, earning a small huff of laughter from you, which left his face heating up slightly, “Um, I work with the FBI now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he continued, speaking with his hands, “I’m a profiler for the BAU, or the Behaviour Analysis Unit, which actually used to be called the Behavioural Science Unit when it was first created, and before that-” he cut himself off, pausing slightly as he became suddenly aware that he was starting to ramble, “Sorry.”

“Nah, I like hearing about ..stuff. That much hasn’t changed. So, what do you do as a ‘profiler’?” You said the word with exaggerated mysticism, waving your fingers slightly and grinning as his face lit back up.

“Okay, well, we analyse the behaviour of criminals in order to catch them. So, things like how they treat their crime scenes and disposal sites or even the crimes they commit can tell us a lot about what causes them to do what they do and with this we create a profile, hence the name profiler, where it will describe the suspect in aspects of appearance, past, relationships, all sorts of things, and we are able to find them and lock them up with it.”

“Oh, wow, cool. So, what are you doing here instead of doing… all that?”

“I’m here with my team, they’re inside, we just finished a case earlier today. Uh, what about you?”

“Haven’t been doing all that great recently so I wanted to drink until I wasn’t thinking about much of anything,” You sighed, punctuating your sentence with a small, bitter laugh before placing your cigarette back between your lips. For a moment, Spencer couldn’t tear his eyes away from your mouth. The menthol cigarette burning, the foul scent wafting around both men.

“You hated cigarettes when we were kids,” Spencer observed, crinkling his nose slightly, confusion in his tone. He knew people could change, of course he did, but you held such a disdain for cigarettes and their smoke as a child he hardly expected you to ever take up the habit.

“Yeah,” you huffed, exhaling a cloud of smoke before putting out the cigarette on the wall behind you, “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise, it doesn’t really affect me, but it is horrible for your health. Which you undoubtedly know already. Drinking as a way to forget things also isn’t healthy. It actually has detrimental effects on the mind and body in the long run-”

“Yeah, I know, Spencer,” you sighed, pushing away from the wall, “Well, I only came out to blow off some steam and to smoke, so I’m heading back in. You gonna stay out here or go back in with your team?”

He paused for a moment, usually it took him a bit more time by himself to fully relax, but surprisingly enough, your presence had seemingly worked just as well. Just as it had all those years ago.

“I’m gonna go back inside, I think,” Spencer confirmed, following you back into the bar.

You nodded, and the two of you made your way back inside. Before you split apart however, you stopped him.

“We should get together sometime. Actually catch up.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah.”

“Uh, here,” you muttered, grabbing out a pen from the same pocket that held your cigarettes and lighter, promptly grabbing his wrist and scrawling out your number on his hand, “Call me sometime. Sorry if you still have, uh, that thing about touch.”

Spencer didn’t respond, he simply watched bewildered as you slipped away into the crowd. A moment spent silently standing in the crowd made him realise just how much he had missed you, the few moments you had shared already leaving him wanting more time. As far as he knew, you still lived in Nevada, but he hadn’t spoken to you since you had started highschool. The last time you spoke, you were doing.. worse than before he left for uni, but you had always refused to elaborate, all he re was a lot of rants about wanting to drop out. He always regretted not keeping in touch, but you hadn’t exactly made an effort either. It was strange though, how quickly you slipped back into such an easy familiarity in a short time span. He wondered briefly what brought you here, what made you leave Nevada for Virginia of all places. He was jolted out of his train of thought when he heard his name called, his attention dragged back to the table the rest of the team occupied where a clearly drunk Penelope was waving him over, giggling about something or other. When he sat back down, he noticed the amusement on the others’ faces.

“So,” Penelope began, wagging her eyebrows suggestively, “Who was that?”

“What?”

“The guy you were with, who was he?” She clarified.

“Oh, just an old friend. I knew him back when I lived in Vegas, believe it or not,” he explained, pursing his lips in a half smile.

“An old friend, huh?”

“Please don’t make this weird,” he groaned in half-annoyance, half-amusement.

A/N: Thank you all who read this, it really isn’t very good but I really love the character I’ve created for R and am really excited to expand upon it. The next installation of this will follow Spencer and R as they slowly build up their friendship again, and start to actually notice their feelings, and all of that good stuff.

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tosxa-h · 1 year ago

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// MASSIVE SHOUT OUT to @tosxah who literally made a side blog after I was EXTRA excited and nervous to start a new blog, who is helping me get into the Lumi mood and experiment my writing THIS IS TRUE LOVE shakes you

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Hii again!!

I’m the anon who requested the short!reader x Brahms and omg I love the headcanons!!! I got excited seeing the post pop up when I looked at the Brahms x reader tag lolll. Thank u for doing my request :D ! I’m writing this bc earlier I wasn’t sure if you do nsfw so I just left the original request the way it is. If it’s not too much trouble, can u do a nsfw head canons of a short reader x Brahms?

Thank u again for the headcanons! <3

Helllooooo! I would love too! Most of the time I like to write hints of nsfw things only because sometimes i can’t find the words LOL anyway Again, I’m super tall so this might suck (oopsie if it does ily for the request anyway!) This is very long so I apologize that it took me a minute to get to this! I also kinda made a plot? Sort of... idk, I know you asked for head canons and I apologize for forgetting! I have some drafts for Brahms I'm working on so maybe I'll do that too!

(NSFW — size kink, soft dom/sub, needy! Brahms, virgin! Brahms, overstimulation, gn! reader, no specific use of f/m features, etc, maybe ooc! Brahms? lmk lol )

"Show me how?"

He stood at the edge of the bed, hands clenched into fists at his sides. The room was quiet except for your breath — steady, encouraging. Brahms was flushed to the ears, towering over you, wide-eyed like a deer caught in a trap he built for himself.

“You… want me to touch you?” he asked, voice low, trembling.

You nodded from your seat on the bed, looking up at him with soft eyes. “Only if you want to. I can teach you. We can go slow.”

He hesitated. His fingers twitched.

“I’ve never— I mean, I’ve wanted to. Thought about it. A lot. But you’re so…” His eyes trailed down your frame. “So small. What if I… do it wrong?”

You reached up, gently guiding his huge hand to your thigh. “You won’t. I’ll show you.” His breath hitched. He stared at your skin under his fingers like it might vanish. “You’re warm.”

“And you’re sweet,” you said, guiding him closer. His knees bumped the bed, and he dropped to them without grace — massive hands now braced on either side of your hips. You could see how hard he was, straining under his clothes, his body shaking with restraint. You peeled your shirt off slowly, letting his wide eyes follow the motion. His gaze was starving.

“Do you want to touch me more?” You asked him softly, carefully.

His voice was hoarse. “Yes. But… you’ll have to tell me what to do. I don’t know how to… how to be gentle.”

You leaned forward, grabbing his wrist and pressing it to your chest. “Start here. Just feel me.” His hands were almost comically large compared to your frame — his fingers easily covering most of your chest, trembling as he explored, barely breathing. “Good,” you whispered. “That’s perfect. You’re doing great.”

He looked up like you’d given him a medal. “I… want to see you. All of you.”

You stood, short and bare before him. Brahms stared like you were divine, eyes wide and bright as he took you in. His hands brushing your hips.

“I don’t even know how I’d… fit inside you,” he murmured. “You’re just so...I feel like I'm too big I-.”

“Let me show you,” you said softly, cutting him off gently, then slowly began tugging him toward the bed. You undressed him slowly, carefully — like unwrapping something dangerous and sacred. His body was scarred, but beautiful, and when he was fully bare, he was huge. His cock stood thick and flushed, leaking at the tip, twitching with barely restrained need.

You saw the fear in his eyes again. You knelt before him, pressing your hands to his hips. “Breathe. I’ll guide you.”

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Your hands wrapped around him, slowly lining him up to your entrance. “Go slow,” you whispered, steadying yourself. “Let me take you.” He whimpered — an honest, broken sound — as you sank down, inch by inch. He clutched the sheets, terrified to move, breath ragged.

“You’re so… tight,” he gasped. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “You feel amazing. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Once he was fully inside, you began to move. Slow. Gentle. His head fell back, a groan escaping him — overwhelmed by the heat and the way you clenched around him like you were built to take him. “Use your hands,” you murmured. “Hold me. Touch my hips. Guide me.”

He obeyed instantly, gripping your waist with trembling reverence, helping you rock against him. Every time your bodies met, it made a soft, wet sound that drove him wild. “Am I doing okay?” he whispered, nervous and scared he wouldn't measure up to your expectations of him. You smiled, breathless. “You’re perfect, Brahms. You’re making me feel so full. So good.”

That undid him.

His hips snapped up, and your cry echoed in the room — not from pain, but from sudden pleasure. Something in him broke loose. His shyness burned off in the heat of your praise. He flipped you onto your back, covering your smaller body completely. His thrusts grew frantic, then desperate, burying himself deep again and again while he clung to your hands, your waist, your moans.

“Don’t stop,” you begged. “You’re learning so fast.”

He groaned as he came, pulsing deep inside you, body shaking with the force of it. He didn’t pull out. He didn’t move at all. He just buried his face into your chest, panting, and whispered:

“Teach me everything. I want to learn everything… with you.”

yes there's more muahahaahahaha

He hadn’t let go of you.

Even after he’d emptied inside you, even after your body had gone limp from the stretch and heat, Brahms stayed wrapped around your much smaller frame, his arms like a cage made of trembling muscle and heat.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbled into your neck. “So good. You made me feel… alive.”

You were barely catching your breath when you felt it — the slow grind of his hips again. Still hard. Still huge. “Brahms—” you started, dizzy from the first round.

“I want more,” he whispered. Almost like he was ashamed of how much. “Please. I want to learn more. I want to know what makes you cry. What makes you shake. I want to… hear you beg.”

Your eyes fluttered. He sounded like a man possessed — but still so gentle, like every movement was him holding back a storm.

“You can barely fit,” you said, half-laughing, half-moaning as he pushed back inside, the stretch sharp and deep all over again.

“I know,” he groaned. “That’s why it’s so good.”

He moved slower this time, watching your face with awe as your breath hitched with every thrust. Your legs barely reached around his waist, your smaller hands splayed uselessly against his chest, but he let you guide him anyway — his hips rolling with every soft gasp you gave him. “Tell me what you like,” he whispered. “Tell me everything.”

You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, breathless. “I like when you fill me up. I like how careful you are. I like… how you look when you’re losing control.”

His eyes darkened. His rhythm changed.

“You like that?” he murmured, voice rough. “When I stop thinking and just— mph..”

He started to move harder. Not rough, not violent — but with a kind of wildness he didn’t know how to rein in. Your smaller body bounced beneath him, stretched again and again around his thick cock, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Say more,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me,” you gasped. “Everywhere. I want your hands on me. I want you inside and around me. All of you.”

He obeyed immediately — one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other sliding down to your stomach, pressing gently over the bulge he made inside you.

“You’re so tiny,” he whispered, breath shaky. “I can feel myself through your belly. You’re taking me.” Your walls fluttered at the words, and Brahms felt it.

“Oh… oh, you liked that. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

His thrusts became desperate again. Not sloppy — focused. The kind of rhythm that meant he was chasing something. Not just pleasure — a lesson. A reaction. Your undoing.

You came with a sharp cry, body writhing beneath him, shaking around his cock like you were made to be filled by it. Brahms moaned like he was the one breaking.

He kept going.

Your vision blurred. Your thighs trembled. “Brahms— I can’t— it’s too much—”

“No,” he breathed, kissing your forehead as his thrusts grew gentler, deeper. “Just a little more. I’m still learning.”

You came again, with a loud moan which sounded more like a whine then anything.

And he didn’t stop until you were crying his name, clinging to his shoulders, babbling soft praises into his hair.

When he finally came again, it was slow, deep, and quiet — his arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he could fuse your bodies together forever. He kissed your temple. “I think I’m a fast learner,” he said, smiling shyly. You laughed weakly against his chest, spent and full and blissed out.

“Yes,” you murmured. “But you’re insatiable.”

He pulled the blankets around you both like a cocoon and whispered:

“Then you better keep teaching me.”

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Hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for the request I really enjoyed writing this :)))

#brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #slashers x reader #thank you for the ask!

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