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Hiiiii so I was mayhaps wondering if I could get a Sanji x reader, (fem mayhaps) and when Sanji flirts reader flirts back just as much and they fluster poor Sanji :3
FLIRTING COMPETITION - Sanji x Fem!Reader
Hiiiii!! Omg I loved this request, I tried my best to write a cute little blurb. I hope itâs satisfactory! This is actually the first request Iâve ever gotten and Iâm not gonna lie I giggled like an idiot hehe.
CW: SFW, Blood mention (nose bleed), anime Sanji antics, flirty remarks but nothing past pg
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A new woman on board the Sunny is cause for celebration for no less than five of the Straw Hats. Nami and Robin were elated that there's finally someone else to connect with, to break up the monotony of the otherwise male-dominated crew. Not that they minded, but eventually you can only take so much locker room smell and fart jokes. Chopper was also excited, having another person to dote on him (not that some of the men aboard didnât also do it in their own ways.) Luffy was excited, but of course it had nothing to do with you being a woman and everything to do with having another member of the crew who he invariably adored. Another crewmate, another nakama.
Nobody is more excited than Sanji, though.
At first, it's a little weird. You notice how Sanji dotes on and tends to the women in the crew. Extra treats, googly eyes, nose bleeds. He'd roll out the red carpet if he had one, release confetti if there were any aboard. The little comments didn't really get to you, and it seemed that Nami and Robin are already used to them. So, the flirtatious remarks from Sanji weren't really given any weight, and certainly not any attention. At least, not at first.
It started small. Well, from you at least - for Sanjiâs part, the flirting was as obnoxious as ever. Youâd offer him a warm smile here, a chaste laugh there. Anything to show your gratitude for the extra attention, though the flirting was certainly becoming an issue. You couldnât quite decide what was bothering you about it so much. Maybe it was the fact that it was relentless and constant. There wasn't a single meal that went by without it, and it'd be an off day if Sanji didn't openly ogle and flirt. Or that it didnât actually bother you at all - rather, it bothered you that it was indiscriminate, not just meant for you. It was shared among all three of you women aboard. Yes, maybe that was the issue. The comments have been wearing you down, and something deep inside was feeling something that maybe wasnât very smart to be feeling, especially when dealing with an insatiable casanova like Sanji. Though, could he really be called that? Youâre certain the boy reeked of virginity.
So, Sanji is a flirt. That much is obvious. And there were plenty of times where it left you flustered or flushed or even unsure of what to say. Well, two can play at that game.
As the sun shines over the table where youâre sat on the deck, with the smell of lunch wafting heavily in the air, youâre suddenly consumed with the idea of getting him back today.
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âHere you go, gorgeous! A special pĂątĂ© served on seaweed with garlic, all plated with care for a beautiful lady such as yourself.â
You pick up your fork, finding the attention to detail he gives just a little funny. It's cute, anyway. You scoop a piece of the pùté from the seaweed, just to taste - the savory flavor is obvious, with some kind of roasted quality that forces a hum from your throat. You grin up at Sanji, your eyes flickering over his face with great interest.
âMy compliments to the chef.â You respond, your tone a touch playful.
Sanji beams, and you swear you hear him giggle? For a man so confident in his craft, he can be a real dork when receiving compliments from women. This is going to be fun.
âAw, I'm so glad you like it! There's plenty more where that came from for someone as beautiful and sweet as you! Oh - did you do something with your hair? The sunlight is catching it just right today, and-â
He's babbling, and definitely going overboard on the doting.
âOh, brotherâŠâ Nami mumbles from her seat next to you, and you can hear Zoro scoffing from the railing nearby where heâs supposed to be taking a nap.
Everyone is just a little too aware of Sanji's actions, and even Robin suppresses a small chuckle. You shrug it off, though, giving Sanji a warm smile.
âWe're very lucky to have you aboard as chef, huh? It's always dinner and a show.â You laugh, leaning your chin on your palm as you observe him. âWith a great view, too. You ever think about getting into performing?â
Sanji stiffens, a hand moving to the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turn red. You can tell by his expression that heâs clearly caught off-guard, and probably just thinking youâre being extra friendly. Itâs still clear the effects your comments are having on him.
âWell, of course not. I'm just a cook.â He laughs awkwardly, his tone still overly excited as he avoids your eyes. âWhy d'ya ask, princess?â
You stifle a giggle at the way he seems to get a little less confident.
âOh, nothing. I'd just pay to see someone as handsome as you every night.â You reply simply, your smile widening into a grin.
âSeriously?â Nami mumbles from across the table, but you ignore it. Her annoyance at the scene isn't your problem.
Sanji doesn't grin, though. He freezes worse than before. You can see his curly brow twitching, and his mouth opens to speak. Nothing comes out, though, so it promptly shuts. The blush on his ears has slowly spread across his cheeks, and it brings out the color of his eyes in a way you havenât noticed before.
You can't stifle the giggle this time. It rolls out, and Sanji clears his throat in an attempt to recover his demeanor. Even the giggle seems to have made his heart leap.
âW-Well, thank you, I'll-â
âAnd your hair looks better than mine today. Honestly, I'd love to run my fingers through it. You don't mind, do you?â
You reach a hand out to Sanji's sleeve, tugging on it gently to pull him closer. He doesn't move. Instead, he pulls his arm away, bringing it towards his face, which he turns the other direction. Heâs covering the lower part of his face with his sleeve. What the hell? There were a lot of reactions you were expecting from Sanji, but that was not one of them.
âWhatâs wrong, Prince Chef? Canât take what you dish out?â You tease.
âE-Excuse me!â
You watch Sanji stalk off, and you notice when he brings down his sleeve from his face that the once pristine-white fold over his coat is now red with what appears to be blood stains. Ah, so thatâs what it was. You giggle to yourself, picking up your fork again and scooping some of the pĂątĂ©. Damn, it really is good.
âWow. Iâve never seen Sanji freeze up like that.â Nami says, and you canât help but laugh a little louder.
âJust giving him a taste of his own medicine. Or, a taste of his own pĂątĂ©.â You reply with a proud grin, leaning back in your seat. You take a bite, and the sound of Robinâs soft chuckle from across the table grabs your attention.
âYouâd better be careful,â Robin chimes in, a soft smile on her lips. âYouâre going to break his heart if you keep flirting with him like that.â
âYeah, let her. Serves the idiot cook right for chasing everything in a skirt.â Zoro adds, not bothering to open his eye.
âOh, come on. He can handle a little flirting. Heâll be alright.â You giggle, taking a bite from your fork.
Though the taste reminds you of Sanji, and how cute his blush was when you complimented his cooking. It was even cuter when you complimented his appearance. Just the thought of getting to see that look again stirs something in your chest thatâs hard to pinpoint, but it grows as you fork another bite. Maybe, just maybe, the condition of Sanjiâs heart in relation to you is something youâll need to keep in mind.
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14 + 1 MDZS Fics Ft Lan Qiren (mostly wangxian)
This rec list is for @latchkei
Note: This list is made up of tried and true fics, meaning I have read them all and loved them. If you would like a specific rec list- send me a DM! I love putting together personalized lists. If you are shy, you can send anon too.
The Ask:
Fics featuring lan qiren!
really no limitations or anything
lighter angst if possible
I hope you enjoy!
1 The stuffed bunny, the beautiful nephew, and other gifts from Lan Qiren by deliciousblizzardshark (8, 632)
Summary: Wei Ying was pretty sure his next door neighbor Lan Qiren hated him until he adopted A-Yuan. Now heâs bringing by disgustingly healthy food, taking Wei Ying and A-Yuan to family dinners, and letâs not even mention the nephews he keeps hinting Wei Ying should meet. Is it possible Wei Ying, consummate orphan, has found a family in his grumpy old neighbor?
Part one of Accidental Uncle Acquisition
The art is absolutely cute as heck
I love the doting (fake grumpy) uncle who is on a mission to become a grand uncle LOL
Part two is both families trying to set up Wangxian.
So fluffy!
2 Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (40, 077)
Summary: Like a parasite, Wei Wuxian has this way of growing on people when you least expect it.
Over the seasons, Lan Qiren slowly pieces back together his relationship with Wangji and learns to like Wei Wuxian in the process.
(âWill you rejoin your sect?â As soon as the words leave his mouth, Lan Qiren regrets his wording.
He is not surprised when Wangjiâs eyes narrow, flashing with offence. âThere is no need to rejoin what one has never left. I did not turn my back on my sect. My sect turned their backs on me.â)
We love a story in which Lan Qiren learns and changes
I adore the relationship that grows between Lan Qiren and Wei Wuxian. They learn from one another and it is so wholesome
Let this uncle stand up for his family!
3 how a smiling homeless child melted jade hearts and got a home by anxiouswreck0_0 (41,711)
Summary: What if Jiang Fengmian never found Wei Wuxian?
What if Lan Wangji was too captivated by a bright smile to let go of it?
What if Madam Lan and Qingheng-jun loved each other but were forced apart?
What if all Lan Qiren wanted was for his family to be happy together?
What if the Elders shut up for once in their much too long lives?
What if...?
//Or: Wei Wuxian is adopted by the Lans because they're soft for the smiley homeless child.
I love a story in which WY is adopted by other clans and this is a take on the lan clan adoption
Wei Ying is secretly raised by Madam Lan
The end is happy there is a little bit of angst- totally worth it though!
Lan Qiren needs a break LOL
4 Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (283, 285)
Summary: While the Wen Clan is embroiled in subduing internal conflicts within Qishan, the Jiang Clan hosts the annual discussion conference. It has been one year since the disastrous archery competition where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji last met but Wei Wuxian remains as optimistic as ever. An unlikely friendship begins to blossom and without the looming spectres of conquest and war to strengthen his ties to the Jiang family, the trajectory of Wei Wuxianâs life changes.
This one is a little less lan qiren focused but he plays a big role in the story
Lan Qiren realizes there is something awfully suspicious going on with the relationship between the Jiangs and Wei Wuxian and mentors WY quite a bit
Happy happy ending but it is very negative towards the Jiangs- heads up!
5 Consequences by Remma3760 (58, 405)
Summary: Madam Yu uses Zidian on child Wei Ying. There are consequences.
Okay not going to lie this starts off horrifically. The child abuse in chapter 1 rattled me, but it immediately gets better
Lan Qiren said no fucking way ma'am, that's my kid now
WY has the best life after this. The lan have mind healers!
6 Thunderstorm in the Library Pavilion by ZamaShines (22, 250)
Summary: âWei Ying, please,â he pleaded, desperation making his hand hover around Wei Wuxianâs shoulder for a second time.
The image of Wei Wuxian, breathing hard and uneven, his face drawn and his body taut with constant shivers, was a sharp contrast to his typically radiant and carefree appearance. Lan Wangji was struck by the sight, frozen in place, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. He didnât know what to do, how to help him.
(Or, Wei Wuxian is afraid of thunderstorms and Lan Wangji wants to help, but donât know how.)
This is another fic with horrible horrible child abuse
not lan qiren centric but he plays a large role in this fic
Lan Qiren learns some things about WY's life and says fuck Madam Yu specifically.
7 but I figured it out, then made my way back by MichelleFeather (19, 318)
Summary: It was an extreme, a desperate decision fueled by anger towards the entire cultivation world, a grief deeper than the deepest trenches in the ocean. The realization that Lan Wangji would now have to continue on living a second time without his beloved, where Wei Wuxian had died once again. Where, once more, his love had been taken from him by cruel, unrighteous men who thought they knew better, that they were doing the world a justice.
Lan Qiren had seen the state that his nephew had been in after Wei Wuxianâs first death, what Lan Wangji had done in his grief then, and he feared what Lan Wangji would do to himself if he was left alone with this repeated grief.
Lan Qiren will do anything for his nephews including bending reality and breaking his own rules
Time travel fic with lan qiren and lan wangji!
once again this is jiang bashing- i find with a lot of good uncle lan qiren fics that the jiangs are typically vile (I mean canon but usually worse).
8 Mutations in the Rumor Mill by Bodldops (30, 376)
Summary: Everyone says that Lan Qiren hated Cangse Sanren. Everyone knows that as fact.
Or, at least, everyone has heard that repeated as fact.
Lan Qiren never bothered to tell anyone otherwise. He regrets doing so.
I'm actually so soft for this fic. Best of uncle's lan qiren
Lan Qiren took one look at WY and said- this is for sure Cangse's child and he's definitely being sneaky rn
WY didn't need discipline- he needed a challenge.
Warning again for mistreatment of WY via the Jiangs.
9 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (76, 082)
Summary: The one where Yu Ziyuan time traveled but she thought that it was her visions of her alternate life.
She learned that there is a brat named Wei Ying who brought destruction to her and her family's life.
And so in her present, she vowed that she will never allow that to happen.
In which Yu Ziyuan found the four-year-old Wei Ying, newly pushed out of the inn where his parents left him, and decided that no, this child must never be associated with her, her family, and their sect at all.
And so Yu Ziyuan thought that she could bring him somewhere where someone may or may not find him but definitely far from where her husband could find him. If he's lucky, he'll survive that winter, if he's not, then death awaits the fevered child.
This is the extent of mercy that Yu Ziyuan could give a child.
With this, she'll raise her children without having to deal with a brat that brings trouble where he goes according to her visions of her alternate life.
Like the tag stated, this is definitely not Yu Ziyuan centric.
Madam Yu is absolutely VILE in this fic.
WY is raised by Lan Qiren! His life gets much better
There was a solid little twist in the end if I am remembering correctly
I am so soft for Lan Qiren in this fic
10 In Walls of Glass by Comfect (43, 459)
Summary: LĂĄn QÇrĂ©n thinks about different Lan rules when Wei Wuxian brings up resentful cultivation in class.
Everything goes better from there.
Seriously, everything.
We love it when Lan Qiren is challenged and isn't awful about it
The class is learning together and good things are happening
this is mostly in the study arc
11 Traveling in shadows, chasing your light by MusicMe_tc (21, 292)
Summary: "No, Lan Zhan, it won't! Why?! You still haven't told me why?! Why did you do that?! Why would you risk your life like this?!" He screams desperately again. The gentle hand goes up to the back of his head, bringing him forward.
And then, Lan Wangji whispers something to him.
He pulls back to look at Lan Wangji's face, to see if there's any hint of that being a joke, or a lie hidden underneath, but all he sees is the truth.
Or: Lan Wangji gets hurt while protecting Wei Wuxian in Nightless City. Lan Xichen, Lan Qiren and Wei Wuxian nurse him back to health in Burial Mounds, and there, everyone learns they mightâve been wrong all along.
Lan Qiren starts out as kind of a dick but learns the truth and he gets better
A little bit of angst because burial mounds and LZ is not well
Happy ending though!
12 a win-win situation by iwishfrogswerereal3 (36, 801)
Summary: Hereâs how it all started!
Wei Ying just tries to raise his son, finish his degree and live a peaceful, quiet life. But his friends (and for some reason, his neighbours) are convinced that he needs a romantic partner. Nice, normal friends and family must be a lie invented by the government! At least he has a new (suspiciously cheap) apartment and a new (unfairly gorgeous) friend from the grocery store.
Lan Zhan loves his family, but they are a little bit too much. His uncle is very intent on him marrying and having children, and his brother and best friend are way too nosy about Lan Zhan's (nonexistent) love life. AND then, this strange, beautiful man and his cute son crashed into his life, and now everything is so⊠different?
A modern au about ruthless scheming, (found) family dinners and apartments.
This is so fluffy omg XD
Another modern day au in which Lan Qiren WILL be a granduncle.
Gave a little bit of scooby doo vibes in the sense that everyone is opening and closing doors and accidentally avoiding one another
I loved literally everything about this. So light hearted, a little bit of crack energy but the happiest of endings.
13 Discordant Rhapsody by nirejseki (49, 488)
Summary: âBecome my personal disciple,â Lan Qiren said to Wei Wuxian, feeling the weight of what he said on his tongue, the bitter taste of it mixing in with the ash of the Burial Mounds. âAnd as your shifu, I will bear the shame of your actions for you.â
This one is a bit higher on the angst than the other ones but omg it was so good
I cried real tears for Lan Qiren. This man is truly ride or die emphasis on the almost die :(((((((((((((((((((((((((
The solidarity in this fic also made me cry ngl
Best person Lan Qiren
14 The Weight of Honor by BillyBabear (7, 325)
Summary: Wei Wuxian is a whirlwind of chaos in the disciplined halls of the Cloud Recesses, a constant thorn in Lan Qiren's side. Loud, unruly, and utterly infuriating, the boy seems determined to disrupt every principle the Lan Sect holds dear.
But when a Sect Elder crosses a line, Lan Qiren is forced to investigate. What he uncovers challenges not only his perception of Wei Wuxian, but also his unwavering belief in the fairness and integrity of the Lan Sect itself.
An au where shifters exist and are held to almost a celestial level (they are incredibly pure and righteous)
Lan Qiren makes assumptions and then learns a thing!
Short and sweet fic
BONUS!
15 Baby, You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet by TriviasFolly (177, 680)
Summary: For thirteen years, Wei Wuxian had been cautious. He hadn't done anything that could risk his new identify as Mo Xuanyu. He'd distanced himself from anything that had to do with the Clans he grew up with. Only for one coworker's sick kid to cause his past to come hurtling back at him.
His past, of course, is named Lan Wangji. And this time, he won't let Wei Wuxian go.
Okay this is not at all Lan Qiren centric and I am pretty sure he has a small part in this fic but I could not omit
this is an A/B/O mafia au but Lan Qiren is an absolute DILF/GILF tattoo artist
just too good to omit!
I hope you like the list!
I hope you enjoy this and find at least some fics you like and haven't read. I am WEAK for good uncle lan qiren fics and if you have any recs I will also eat them up.
For anyone else wanting rec lists, dm me! I love making and sharing these :)
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Not me hitting tag limit kjhggfggjk.
Congrats on 3k!! You deserve it sooo muchđ
If you have the time (and only if you have the time!) I would like to request a sort of a short bullet point fic. Or more so just your thoughts on the following: moving in with seventeen. Who is the one that labels every box? Who will live out of moving boxes for the next year. And yeah, just overall the vibes of new beginnings and promisesđ¶âđ«ïž
Pls only do write something if any of this inspires anything, if not pls don't feel burdened to write anyway!
I love your writing, so once again: congrats on the succesđ
seungcheol thinks it's one huge adventure. yes, he will be the person lifting the stupidly heavy boxes at the store. yes, he will make it a competition to build furniture as fast as possible (and race to take it all apart when you discover the desk legs are all different lengths because someone thought he could figure it out without the manual). even among the graveyard of boxes and bubble wrap and those huge styrofoam slabs he keeps chasing you with, seungcheol is happiest to lay with you on your bare, naked mattress (because he forgot to order sheets). he's planning what pictures of the two of you he wants to put on the walls. this is the first time he's owned a welcome mat and he's not even mad about it. it's all yours, together, and there's no bigger adventure than that.
his walk-in closet. bowls the perfect size for a portion of ramen, plus an egg. the lego taj mahal with two pieces missing that he insists will turn up sometime. these are some of the things jeonghan's not sure he can bring to your new apartment. it's not that he doesn't want to move in with you--he just doesn't know if he can. hell, you kissed him for the first time on the tiny futon in his living room, and he just learned it's too small for your new place. it's not until he watches you, later that day, play jenga with the toiletries on his bathroom counter because there's never been enough space for the two of you, that he realizes maybe it isn't such a bad thing to try something new. he imagines leaning you against a new sink, with that carrara marble you've been talking about, and he might even say he's looking forward to it.
you don't think there's a day you haven't seen joshua on zillow. look at my pinterest board, he'd say, and you wouldn't have it in you to ask how the hell you're affording that couch or if you really need a salt lamp that badly. you've lost count of the times your thursday nights consisted of a: your favorite chinese takeout and b: watching celebrity architectural digest videos. but joshua can't help it--to him, there's really nothing that would make him happier than waking up next to you in a bed you picked together. now if it was a midcentury modern canopy bed? even better. he can't wait to use his fancy little espresso machine to make your morning latte and grab your coat from the rack you got from that shop in LA before he kisses you before you head off to work. but they're all just things (pretty, shiny ones, albeit)--more ways he can show you the love you deserve.
junhui loves a good open house. early on in your relationship, you would dress to the nines before pretending to shop for a mansion you could never afford. junhui would comment on the door handles and the crown molding like he was a property brother, and then you'd finish the night off making out in the mcdonald's drive-thru. things are a little different now that you actually can afford a home. what if you end up not liking it? will you get tired of the wallpaper? will the closet be big enough? but surprisingly, none of this seems to matter when you walk into the house. (what's on your mind? you ask him. n-nothing, he says.) but he's really thinking about feeding you in that kitchen and spending the morning looking out those bay windows. how beautiful you'll look greeting him from that front door. needless to say, he's sold.
you find soonyoung hiding in the kitchen at your housewarming party. just an hour earlier, he was dumping cans of sparkling water in the jungle juice to make it more "adult" (as if it would erase the fact that an entire bottle of everclear had already disappeared into the mix). the hour before that, he was cleaning like a madman despite there not being much to clean yet. he held the duster the wrong way and you think he got more windex on the ceiling than on the windows. darling, what's wrong? you ask. his little, drunken hands wrap around yours so he can bring them to his cheeks. i just realized this is all ours. like, all of it, he wails, teary, and you realize he is far too many drinks down. it's only after you've sent him to bed with a water and a kiss that you really think about what he said. the hardwood floors, the duvet, the misshapen tiger plushie on the couch, him--all ours.
wonwoo is not an easy person to live with. the first three things he unpacked were, in order, his table, his first monitor, then his second monitor. then he ruined your perfectly curated aesthetic with his neon red keyboard and a gaming chair that would make any interior designer cry. the final straw is when wonwoo manages to kill the one and only houseplant you have, the single thing holding your home decor together. but he's trying, he really is. he's bought a silly little throw blanket for your couch (aren't the tassels fun? he says, wiggling the fabric between his hands). his ugly lamp has been replaced by a strange glowing cat light and there's a sticker on his computer tower. he buys a succulent and you have a little naming ceremony in your kitchen. and it lives, against all odds!
jihoon doesn't know the difference between a chaise and a sectional. cherry and mahogany look the same to him. and god forbid you ask him to choose between terrazzo and subway tile because he really thinks both of them look good and, no, he's not just saying that to make your life harder. jihoon isn't good at the hgtv stuff, but he's happy to move all the boxes. it's only when he's unpacking said boxes that he finally gets it. (the vase that came with the first bouquet of flowers he bought you. the record player you got him for your first anniversary, now fingerprinted, well-loved. matching valentine's day teddy bears, worn and baby pink.) you're standing on a stool stacked on top of another stool trying to hang a poster, and this is what home looks like.
seokmin wants to live in the ikea showrooms. you can't blame him--sometimes, when there's nothing better to do, you'll spend your afternoon in a bedroom that's not yours. seokmin will try on the lumpy blazer from the closet, and you'll beckon him to your sprawling king size bed, the one sat next to the painted on windows and floating shelves. honey, come to dinner, you'd say. he'll peek over your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle, and you open the lid to a big, steaming pot of nothing. micke or lagkapten? you ask, completely unseriously. but he's thinking about it, really thinking about it. in his mind, he's building a home together, silly furniture piece by piece, counting down to the days when you really can agonize over plants and how many drawers you want in a desk.
when you got the keys to your new place, mingyu insisted you eat jajangmyeon to commemorate move-in day. unfortunately, he failed to account for the series of delays that led to you having absolutely no furniture to move in on said move-in day. but mingyu is nothing if not a man with a plan, so he runs to the store and buys the cheapest assortment of kitchen tools and ingredients for the world's most unlikely dinner. we really don't have to do this, you laugh, the backs of your legs cold on the kitchen counter. but i want to, he insists, holding out a spoon for you to taste. we have to christen the apartment. you eventually do christen it the right way (involving: lots of tongue, even more laughter), but you might prefer, just a tiny bit, the night you sat on the empty kitchen floor and fed mingyu out of a pan.
minghao has rearranged the living room four times now. every time you walk in, it feels like you've entered someone else's house. it doesn't look right, he says, hands on his hips like his life depended on it. you don't know how to tell him they all look right, every single version. in the first version, all cardboard furniture and plastic wrap, you gave up on deciphering the wifi setup and built a fort instead. the second involved an ottoman in the walkway, which you almost immediately stubbed your toe on (and laughed so hard you cried). in the third, the couch faced away from the adjoining room, and you accidentally spooked minghao so badly he almost broke his knitting needles. but it's all perfect, every iteration, because you're doing it together--a hypothesis he's more willing to believe when you shut him up with a kiss.
don't look now, but seungkwan is buying another doodad at your local sunday swap meet. it's a small painted figurine of a bear in a nightcap, which he simply points to and says that's me. you don't have it in you to mention the fact that you're currently unpacking his seemingly never-ending assortment of doodads and you couldn't possibly know where one more would go. it's only when you're getting ready for bed that you catch the little bear in the glow of the alarm clock light. there's already a turtle with a hat in the medicine cabinet (jeju, last summer). on top of the fridge, a woodcarving that says EAT. (tj maxx, 2 years ago. it still makes you laugh). even though you just moved, all these little seungkwan-isms make home a little more home.
you wouldn't call vernon a planner. his version of housewarming is watching you play the sims. but real life doesn't have nearly as much poolside drama or five story houses--just packing peanuts and 50 page appliance manuals. aren't boxes just drawers? vernon asked you one day. no, but that's how it always starts. two weeks after move-in, vernon cooks you breakfast with a pan procured from a cardboard box. by three weeks, you know the exact box everything is in. (you still haven't been able to find vernon's avril lavigne let go album, though.) it's only when you're eating dinner on top of the box that your dining table is in when you say, vernon, baby, i think we need to actually move in. he takes one look at you, who's wearing mismatched socks and his boxers because your shorts are underneath the tv box, and his smile nearly splits his cheeks. yeah, i think so too.
if you had asked chan what his dream house looked like, he would say it had a wraparound porch, a white picket fence, and a pool. your new apartment has none of those things. the length of your bedroom is a little more than one and a half times the length of his body and he's not even that tall. if he looks out the window he can see right into his neighbor's apartment (three cats and no bitches. almost like he's living next to wonwoo). and his feet stick out of the tub. but he's learning how to live in small spaces. he likes the squeeze of your bathroom, how you have to sit on the counter if you want to both brush your teeth together. he likes the bump of your elbows when you wash the dishes together. most of all, he likes falling asleep with you slotted to his side--even in your tiny bed, he wouldn't mind having you a little closer.
#seventeen fluff#lily <3#oh i am so all over the place after reading this#why would you make me yearn like this?#bye i knew as soon as i read cheol's that these would destroy me#he would be the type to show off trying lift the heaviest boxest and make unpacking a (loving) contest#from one competitive person to another i get him though#why did jeonghan's make me so emotional#oh the type of love that pushes you out of your comfort zone </3 lily you are so evil for this#reading these made me realise that i am in fact josh lmao#shoutout to teenage me and my 600 pinterest boards with my dream homes and aesthetics lmao#kkjhggffghjk ngl soonyoung's might be my favourite or atleast among my favourites#i can *see* his flushed teary eyed face clear as day in my mind#gah him caring so much about your shared home and making sure it stays preserved đ„ș#i am also wonwoo kjhhggjk listen i think the clashing aesthetics could be cute!!!#JIHOON'S IS ALSO ONE OF MY FAVOURITES PLEASE GOD I LOVE THE TYPES OF PEOPLE WHO KNOW FUCK ALL ABOUT SOMETHING BUT DO EARNESTLY TRY TO#PARTAKE AND SHARE THEIR OPINIONS#i also want to say i love how you've injected their personalities into all of these#like yeah i can totally see seokmin being the type to goofily roleplay coming home tp you and mingyu being the type to pout and make sure#you two break in your apartment âproperlyâ lol#minghao just gave me flashbacks to my mother kkjhgffhkk the way our living room layout would change monthly#SEUNGKWAN'S#i love love people who inject themselves and what they love into their homes#i am actually a mixture of him wonwoo and josh somehow#bye why would you make Vernon's so domestic and soft and loving? I AM LONELY LILY YOU DON'T NEED TO ADD SALT TO THE WOUND yada yada i love#people who love each other simply existing with each other yada yada#i just want you to know dino's almost made me cry#i feel so much for him it's so fucking embarrassing#anyways our home has flaws but they don't matter because they make it unique and ours and everything is okay because it's the home we share#WHAT. IF. I. JUST. FUCKING. DIE?
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âââââ TWO IDIOTS IN LOVE è„żæ ć N. RK



êȘৠâËàż just two best friends being oblivious to their love for each other ïœĄïœĄ bestfriend!riki x reader . fluff & wc. 1.0k ; kissing, skinship ïœĄïœĄ
ââââ ARCHiVE
riki and you had been best friends since middle school. the type of best friends who communicated through facial expressions alone, who texted each other memes at three in the morning, and who had an entire language of inside jokes no one else could understand. you two bickered like an old married couple, stole food off each otherâs plates without permission, and shared your wildest dreams without hesitation.
too bad you two were completely oblivious to the fact that you were in love with each other. so when riki surprised you with tickets to universal studios, you had tackled him in a hug, nearly knocking him over.
âyou are officially my favorite person ever,â you declared, eyes sparkling. âi better be, these tickets were not cheap,â riki joked, though he looked pretty pleased with himself.
the moment you two stepped into the park, the chaos began. both running from ride to ride like little kids, shoving each other playfully as you two argued over what to do next. you screamed the loudest on roller coasters (riki swore you shattered his eardrum on jurassic world), while riki attempted to set a new personal record for how many butterbeer flavored treats a person could consume in one day.
âare you sure you should be eating another one?â you asked, raising an eyebrow as riki took a huge bite of a butterbeer flavored churro.
riki waved you off, âplease, my stomach is built for this.â
not even an hour later, he was groaning on a bench, his head in your lap as you laughed mercilessly at his misery.
âlaugh it up,â he grumbled. âoh, i will,â you teased, poking his cheek. âthis is what you get for underestimating butterbeer.â
by nightfall, you two finally made your way to super nintendo world. the moment you stepped in, both of you were hit with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. the neon lit mushroom kingdom surrounded you and riki, the familiar game music playing softly in the background.
âriki.â you grabbed his arm, shaking him with excitement. âweâre in mario land!â
âi know,â riki grinned. âthis is literally my childhood dream come true!â
âokay, we have to go on mario kart : bowsers challenge,â you said, practically vibrating with excitement.
âoh, absolutely,â riki agreed. âand iâm so ready to destroy you.â
âin your dreams, loser.â
as soon as you got into your karts, the competition began. you threw yourselves into the ride, dodging banana peels, throwing shells, and laughing way too hard when one of you got hit. by the time you two stumbled off, breathless and giddy, you and him were still arguing about who had won.
âi definitely won,â you declared.
âyou literally lost at the finish line,â riki shot back. âjust accept that iâm superior.â
âplease yeah rightââ you groaned and shoved his shoulder.
it was supposed to be playful, but riki, being the clumsy guy that he was, lost his balance. instinctively, he grabbed onto your wrist, but that just made you stumble too and suddenlyâyou two crashed into each other.
your faces were way too close.
neither of you moved. you could feel rikis breath against your lips and you were very aware of the fact that your hands were gripping his hoodie while his fingers were curled around your wrist.
everything around youâthe neon lights, the distant game music, the sound of other people laughingâblurred into the background. the only thing that existed in that moment was him.
and then riki, looking dazed and definitely not thinking straight, mumbled, âif i kissed you right now, would that be really stupid or only kind of stupid?â
your brain short circuited. âwhââ you opened your mouth, but no words came out. âdid you justââ
riki blinked, his own words catching up to him. his face immediately turned bright red. âiâi didnât mean to say that out loud,â he stammered.
you stared at him, your heart pounding. the worst part? you didnât hate the idea. in fact, it was like something clicked in your brainâall the teasing, all the lingering touches, all the everything suddenly made sense.
âoh my gosh,â you whispered. âwhat?â riki asked nervously.
âiâm in love with you.â the words slipped out before you could stop them and as soon as you said them, your eyes went wide. âoh no.â
âoh no?â riki repeated, staring at you. âwhy oh no?â
âbecause..â you groaned, covering your face. âbecause now i canât pretend i donât have feelings for you and now our friendship is going to be so weird, and iââ
ây/n.â
you peeked through your fingers. riki was staring at you, wide eyed, looking like you had just revealed the greatest secret in the universe and thenâŠhe grinned.
âyou love me,â he repeated, and he sounded way too smug about it. you scowled, âshut up.â
âno, this is amazing,â riki said, his grin widening. âbecause guess what?â
âwhat.â
âiâm also in love with you.â
you blinked. âwaitâŠwhat?â
âyou heard me,â riki said, rocking back on his heels. âi love you. i have probably always loved you and if we werenât in the middle of mario land, i would definitely be kissing you right now.â you gaped at him, âweâre in mario land, riki.â
âi know,â he smirked. âwhich is why iâm gonna kiss you right here and make it the most iconic confession in history.â
you barely had time to react before riki leaned in, his hand cupping your cheek as he kissed youâwarm, soft, and so so long overdue. eventually you melted into him, your hands fisting his hoodie.
when you pulled apart, your face was on fire. âthat wasââ
âamazing?â riki grinned. âi was gonna say stupid, but sure.â riki laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. âyou totally lost mario kart, by the way.â you groaned, âyouâre lucky i love you.â
âyeah you doâ he smiled. you rolled your eyes playfully with a smile as you lean into his arms, head sort of resting on his shoulder/chest, his hand that was around your shoulder intertwined with your right hand.
and just like that, two oblivious idiots in love finally got their happy endingâŠat mario land, of all places.
âïœĄÂ°â© @miukidoll @liwinly @sugarikiz
#amoressb#enhypen#enha#enha fluff#enha imagines#enha scenarios#enha x reader#enhypen fluff#enhypen imagines#enhypen niki#ni ki fluff#niki fluff#ni ki scenarios#ni ki imagines#nishimura riki#niki x reader#ni ki#enha niki#niki enhypen#ni ki x reader#niki fanfic#niki scenarios#niki imagines#enha ni ki#enha nishimura riki#enha riki#enha x you#enhypen x you#enhypen x reader#enhypen riki
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omg could you maybe write something about reader going to one of jacks soccer games and all of the moms are jealous of her bc sheâs with hotch
not so friendly competition
omg i absolutely can cw; fem!reader, jealous suburban moms, one tries to make a pass at aaron, established relationship, small angst?, pettiness, aaron being adorable <3 wc; 1.3k
from the moment you arrived - a hand clasped in aaron's, jack excitedly sprinting ahead the two of you - you could feel the target on your back.
the warm, refreshing morning suddenly felt quite stuffy. as if strangely enough, there wasn't enough air to go around. the feeling especially solidified when aaron gave you a sweet, parting kiss - him off to uphold his coaching duties, you off to find a spot on the grass to set up your chair.
you half expected it, the feeling out of place and self consciousness; this was jack's second season playing soccer, aaron's second season coaching, and most of the players had returned from last year. long story short, and entering a relationship with aaron only a few weeks after jack's season had concluded, you were the new face.
not only that, you were missing a common trait amongst the others. you weren't, by definition, jack's mom.
it was a silly, technical notion, and it was quite possible you weren't the only outlier, but you simply wanted to belong there just as much as the others. to feel as if you belonged.
and that's definitely not how you currently felt.
despite your perception - hoping you had falsely and quickly misjudged the atmosphere - you offered the moms a smile and a hello as you got settled. you got maybe one, two responses in return, before they resumed their ongoing conversation without you. any hopefulness that remained, deflated as you sat there silently.
and while you weren't exactly listening to them, you could still make out bits and pieces of their conversation. however, your ears fully perked up at the mention of aaron. which also brought you into the discussion.
"you're with the coach?"
her question wasn't based on genuine interest, a getting-to-know-type basis, a friendly conversation starter. but, it was rather accusatory, as if you'd done something detrimentally wrong.
you nodded, your eyebrows furrowing briefly in confusion. "yes?"
"like... with him?"
oh.
the standoffish environment wasn't due to you being unwelcome, or, at least not in the way you had previously anticipated. it was jealousy, plain jealousy. they must've spent all of last season ogling aaron, and here you were, getting in the way.
again, you nodded in confirmation. a few grimaces were produced amongst several faces, igniting something deep within you, suddenly feeling very protective of aaron and your relationship.
you casually shot back, relentlessly, "why, is that a problem?"
the mom shrugged, pulling her eyes from yours annoyingly, as if you'd done her an injustice.
she didn't stop there though, uttering something under her breath. while you didn't hear what it was exactly - the low tone definitely indicated she had just insulted you in one way or another.
and choosing to remain on the civil side, you held your tongue.
the whispers continued sparingly; as much as it stung, and as much as the red-hot feeling that had settled in your body was uncomfortable, why should you let it affect you? they weren't a threat, they were suburban moms - probably peaked in high school, probably relied off their husband's salary, probably thought they were better than each and every person they came across.
you could be annoyed, but you weren't worried. the bigger picture, you had what they wanted; you had aaron. you've already won, despite any fights they attempted to pick.
"i need to stretch my legs." the same woman abruptly said, loudly to gain your interest.
she promptly rose, walking towards the team's bench. or more specifically, right up to aaron.
she was quick to strike up a conversation with him - overdramatizing her already-shrill laugh, displaying open body language, the sweetest smile she could muster up.
what did you in, a 'friendly' touch to his arm before she retreated, whenever she finished saying whatever the hell was so important she had felt the need to interrupt his coaching for.
and throughout such, aaron appeared as his typical friendly self as he engaged with her, as expected. although a look of confusion did flash across his face when she graced his arm.
your jaw clenched in anger, but you kept reminding yourself: her actions were just to spite you, just to piss you off, and you refused to give her the reaction she seemingly so desperately craved.
so when she returned, with an awfully smug look plastered on her face and dropping into her chair with a sense of pure satisfaction, you kept your focus forward. you came to watch jack's game, and that's exactly what you were going to do.
but during the mid-game break, once aaron had finished talking with the kids and they sprinted back onto the field to practice some goals, did you approach him.
"hi sweetheart," aaron mumbled into your skin as he kissed your temple, one of his hands comfortably finding your back. "enjoying the game?"
you nodded, offering him a timid smile.
"what's wrong?"
"nothing." you lied, tucking yourself into his chest. you took a deep breath and sighed, smelling the traces of light sweat and grass clinging to him.
"you don't think i buy that, do you?" he asked, a gentle, almost comical tone to his words - all to lighten up your present tension. "what is it?"
you shook your head, "i don't want to talk about it..." your eyes shot over to your new best friends, whose eyes were glued to the two of you. "here."
aaron glanced over at them, profiling immediately. "are they giving you a hard time?"
after a moment's hesitation, an annoyed huff escaped you. "let's just say they're not too happy that the coach is taken."
"what?" aaron laughed breathlessly, his face scrunching the smallest amount in confusion. "half of them are married."
"clearly that doesn't matter, they're still over there undressing you with their eyes." you arched an eyebrow, the scowl on your face only deepening.
"c'mon, you're too pretty to make that face." aaron lightly teased, kissing your pout gently. at the touch, your face did relax, the ends of your lips itching to turn upwards into a smile.
"oh they're gonna hate that you did that."
aaron shrugged, kissing you again. "let them."
you surrendered yourself to your smile, but you still frustratedly crossed your arms in front of your chest. "it's ridiculous."
aaron was quick to untangle your hands, holding onto them and applying a gentle squeeze. "you know you don't have competition. you have me."
"i know. that's why i feel so stupid i'm letting it bother me." you gritted through your teeth. "what did that one woman even say to you?"
"truthfully, i couldn't tell you. i wasn't paying attention." he answered honestly, his eyebrows drawing into a line as he even attempted to mentally recall it.
you couldn't help but laugh, pressing yourself more into him. "you're insufferable."
"i try." aaron joked, but his expression switched tactics, to genuine concern as he moved in front of you, "in all seriousness, are you going to be okay?"
"yeah." you brought your hands to his chest, running your thumbs against his pecs affectionately. you already were. "i have you, don't i?"
"and you could always stay here with me." aaron playfully, but earnestly offered. "and be my beautiful, thoughtful, astounding, beautiful assistant coach."
"you drive a hard bargain," your eyebrows rose, feeling his chuckle underneath your fingers. "but it's okay. i'm not gonna let them think they're running the show, or that they can step on me like that." you shook your head. "and as needed, i might have to flaunt you around."
aaron grinned, proudly. "that's my girl."
#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x fem!reader#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner imagine#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds x you#criminal minds drabble#aaron hotchner drabble#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds fanfiction#hotch imagine#criminal minds x fem!reader
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Dick Grayson Olympics
Dick has absolutely been in the olympics multiple times by the point he's Nightwing.
Dick just also happens to have like 9 different countries in which he is a citizen. So he competes for a new country every 4 years and every time the olympics is near his phone gets absolute bombarded by a bunch of official teams and recruiters begging him to join.
He is also the world's youngest Olympian and gold medalist in general. (the youngest Olympian on record is 12 but Dick Grayson was beating up grown men by 8 so i'm starting there, he's an overachiever, no I will not accept criticism)
here me out
first one at age 8 right before his parents die, he competed for France
second one at age 12 and he competes for Italy
third one at 16 and he competes for Switzerland
fourth one at 20 and he's with Romania
you get where i'm going with this
There are 6 events and he wins gold in every one of them except one time he showed up hungover, concussed with a stomach flu (he got a silver on the uneven bars bc his vision was so blurry so he did it blindfolded so he wouldn't throw up.)
No one except Tim and Alfred know (Tim bc he's a stalker and Alfred bc Dick needed his help getting to the airport as a child) but he takes a sabbatical from work and does missions covertly in the countries he's competing in (not as Nightwing bc that would be too obvious)
He also refuses to compete for the USA bc he's still bitter about being thrown in Juvie and they can't make him
He leaves every medal by his parent's grave as a promise that he has not abandoned their dreams for him.
When anyone ever figures out he was in the Olympics he just smiles and said he competed for France once when he was a kid (bc its technically true he's only competed for France exactly one time) and he's like really bashful about it and says stuff like "oh even though my routine wasn't perfect as a kid it was still an amazing experience to have with my Mom and Dad." (he is absolutely faking the bashfulness he just doesn't want people to google him and see he's won 15 gold medals before he turned 25 bc then there are questions and he's a relatively private person).
Bruce doesn't know that Dick was in the Olympics because an 8 yr old boy who grew up in a circus would have no idea of scale. (this is based on a random fic I read where a 12yr Dick Grayson did not call Bruce when there was an active gunmen at school -he found out from another parent a week later- but called him absolutely balling, making him rush home from work bc someone stuck gum in his hair.
So 12yro Dick just tells Bruce he wants to go to an acrobatics competition and Bruce is like sure, okay how long will you gone? and Dicks like a few weeks. And because Bruce has no scale of normal parenting things, he does not see this as an issue.
By the time Dicks 24 he just doesn't tell Bruce because he thinks it's hilarious he hasn't figured it out yet. Alfred doesn't tell him bc he's hardcore judging the 'world's greatest detective' very British-ly.
The only Titans that know are Wally and Donna and they are sworn to secrecy.
And yes he is mad bc he likes the women's gymnastics stuff more bc he grew up in a circus and he thinks it looks more fun.
#nightwing#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#tim drake#olympics#mens gymnastics#gymnastics#batfam#alfred pennyworth
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Gala Buddies
Sam Manson glares out across the sea of the rich, snobby âelite.â The people mingling with one another, all fake smiles and false niceties slipping from their lips easily. Every face a mask they put on to hide their true selves from the view of the public. They made Sam sick. She hated Galas, particularly the ones that took her away from Amity.
So of course, her parents had insisted that they simply must attend the gala in Gotham being held by none other than Bruce Wayne. They couldnât miss out on the opportunity to see their old pal again.
Though Sam thought it was more like they wanted to suck up to the man for some business venture.
Or try to set her up with one of his sons again.
At least she got to see Gothamâs architecture. That was a positive, she concluded. Sheâd get some cool photos out of the trip to show Danny and Tucker back home. And maybe sheâd get to see one of Gothamâs infamous vigilantes up close, she could try to learn anything from gauging the way they handled themselves that might be useful for Danny.
Sam ïżŒreadjusted her stance, the fabric of the obnoxiously pink dress making her legs itch uncomfortably. Her mother had gone through her luggage before they left when Sam hadnât been looking and slipped in the monstrosity she was currently wearing, and removing the dresses she had selected for this torturous night. She was becoming moodier, and âcrabbierâ as Tucker and Danny might have put it, by the second.
Maybe she could âaccidentallyâ trip into the chocolate fountain and ruin the dress. At least then sheâd be getting some form of retribution for being forced into the frilly cocoon of humiliation. And itâs not like her parents would be able to scold her too much in front of all the other rich schmuks attending the party. As Sam was eyeing the chocolate fountain she noticed in her peripheral vision a person approaching her.
âNot in a party mood I take it?â Asked whoever had walked up to her.
Sam turned to examine the guy in front of her. He looked to be roughly her age, dark skin and a fancy suit that he looked uncomfortable in. A nervous energy permitted off of him, Sam guessed he wasnât used to these sorts of events and was unashamedly out of his depth.
âNah, not particularly,â Sam offered with a shrug, âyou seem like you want to be here as much as I do.â
âAh yeah,â the guy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly, âIâm kinda only here because my brother didnât want to be here alone and most of our other siblings were unavailable aside from my sister and I. But now heâs off talking to a friend of his that happened to be here, and my sisterâs disappeared to who knows where.â
âThatâs rough buddy,â Sam offers him a sympathetic smile.
The guy snorts before asking, âdid you just quote Zuko?â And Sam grins. He holds out his hand to her, âDuke Thomas.â
Sam shakes his hand, âSam Manson. Nice to meet you, Duke.â
Duke visibly appears to relax a little and the air of nervousness around his somewhat dissipates. He shifts of his feet for a moment before deciding on something. âSo,â he starts, âif you werenât stuck here what you normally be doing with your time?â
âProbably playing Doom with my two best friends back home,â Sam doesnât mention anything about the ghosts. She hopes Danny and Tucker are alright in their own.
âOh cool,â Duke smiles and Sam would be lying if she said sheâd never seen someone so perfectly embody literal sunshine like he did. âI usually play videos games with my siblings. Mario Kart can get super competitive though.â
Sam raised an eyebrow at that, intrigued. âHow competitive?â
Duke grimaces slightly but looks amused at the same time, âwell, tables have been flipped and expensive things broken. And everyone lost Alfredâs cookieïżŒ privileges for a week.â He ground out that last part as though it physically pained him.
âDamn. They must be some good cookies if youâre that bummed about it.â
âYour have no idea. Alfredâs cookies are the best thing in the world. Fights have broken out over them.â
âYour family sound insane,â Sam chuckles and quickly adds, âin a good way.â
Duke grins at her, âyeah theyâre kinda crazy sometimes, but theyâre great. Really. I donât know what Iâd do without them.â
âIt must be nice, having siblings like that.â
âDo you have any siblings?â
âNah,â Sam shakes her head, âonly child.â
Before either of them know or Sam and Duke have been talking for nearly the entire gala. They remained glued to one another chatting even as one or both of them wanted to grab something to eat from the buffet table. Their interactions didnât go unnoticed by Bruce and the others.
Sam couldnât remember the last time she had such a normal and fun conversation with someone other than Danny or Tucker.
The end of the night came too soon, Sam felt. Things were winding down and people were bidding others farewell. She could see her parents speaking with Bruce Wayne, possibly thanking him for a wonderful night.
âLooks like Iâll probably be leaving soon,â Sam deflated a little.
Duke pondered something for a moment but seemed to reach a decision quickly. He pulled out his phone and offered it to Sam, âhere, give me your number. We can keep talking later. If you want that is.â
And Sam couldnât find any reason to say no, especially when Duke was smiling like that. âSure,â he took the phone from his hand and added her number into his contacts. She pulled out her own phone and handed it to him to add his number in too.
âWell then,â Duke fighters with the end of his suit jacket.
âSammikins!â Pamela Manson called out, âitâs time to go sweetie.â
âIâll talk to you late?â Duke asked with a smile.
âYeah,â Sam smiled back, âtalk to you later Duke.â
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Day 12: Time Travel
âSooooo Phantom, do ya have any siblings?â Kid Flash asked as he tried to make small talk with the newest recruit to the team.
A few days ago, Young Justice was called to a meeting by Batman where he introduced their new team mate, Phantom. Phantom was a tough looking dude, he was jacked and towered over them all, even Conner!
Batman didnât give them much information about the guy but apparently John Constentine was the one who suggested him for the team since he needed âcommunity service hoursâ.
The dude was currently drinking some soda next to the computer as Red Robin searched for any new info on their latest mission. He turned his attention away from the can, and stared at Wally, his red eyes piercing into his soul.
âWhy?âÂ
âWell we are all about to go on a mission together and none of us really know you so I think itâd be best if we all got to know you better,â that was half true. Mostly Wally was just being nosey, but the dude really did make everyone nervous since he was this really tough dude with blood red eyes and apparently was here because John Constentine said he needed community service hours???? Constentine typically say some wild shit, but what the fuck do you mean by community service? Wally knows you canât use those for school, heâs tried, and what else gave you community service? Juvie and prison!!
Phantom stared at him hard for a few seconds, his eyes searing into the back of Wallyâs skull before saying, âOkay fineâ.
The answer surprised everyone in the room, I mean the guy had barely even spoken the last few days and had rejected every question about his personal life.
âDepending on how you see it, I have 2 to 4 siblingsâ
âIs your father a serial adopter too?â Tim joked.
âYes and noâ
âHuh?âÂ
âItâs pretty complicated,â Phantom shrugged, seemingly deciding to end the conversation there and taking another swig of his drink.
However, Tim, out of annoyances of every attempt to get to know this jerk being thwarted and a bit of confidence his family was more complicated, decided to challenge Phantomâs statement.
âEhh, it probably isnât as complicated as my family, we got about 50 more siblings adopted each month, all with lots much traumaâ
At this, Phantom narrowed his eyes at Tim.
âI see what your doing, your trying to get me to talk tell you guy more about my family by acting like yours are more insaneâ
âAm I?â Tim asked, trying to hide the shivers going down his spine from the way Phantom was staring at him.
Phantom to a huge swig of his soda, emptying it and throwing it into the garbage, before fully turning to Tim. Â
âYouâre lucky I am always good for competitions, now sit down this is going to take a bitâ
Tim gladly obliged and soon everyone sat around Phantom as if it were storytime in kindergarten.
âOkay, so at first I only had an older sister and my parentsâ Phantom began, âbut then they died because of a mistake I made and I had to move in with my evil godfatherâ
Megan raised her hand and asked, âIsnât a godfather someone who is very close to the family? Why would your parents choose an evil person?â
ââCause my dad was oblivious to this and though they were good friends even though the dudes tried to kill him multiple timesâ
âI see,â Megan lowered her hand, no less confused.
âThere I went mad with grief and had him remove my humanity and tried to kill all of humanityâ
âI think that was a bit of an overreaction,â Wally joked.
âYou tried to kill all of humanity? Why werenât we told of this when it happened?â Kaldur'ahm asked.
âThat was in a different timeline, I was a big enough problem that they gods tried to kill the younger version of me to stop me, so to avoid dying, my younger version decide to try to defeat me and the only reason he did was cause I was underestimating him,â Phantom emphasized the last part because he had to stress he didnât not lose to a 15 year old boy because he was weaker than him.
âWhat happened next?,â Artemis asked, completely inraptured in the story.
âI was then imprisoned for sometime before escaping, causing problems and then realizing that causing younger mean the same pain I experienced won't bring my loved ones back,â Phantom continued to explain, âso I am now going to therapy, doing community service, and got the majority of my powers taken awayâ.
âIs your therapist open to seeing new patients?â Konner asked.
âNo, but this timelines version of my sister is and she has a lot of experience so I can give you her number insteadâ
âSure, thatâll workâ
âOkay,â Phantom said before writing her number down and handing it to Konner, âThe thing is I canât go back to living with my real parents because they donât know that I am Phantom so I have to go back to living this timelines version of my godfatherâ
âYou gotta be kidding meâ Tim groans.
âExactly what I said!!â Phantom put his arm up defensively, âFortunately, this version is a little better, he is no longer tiring to kill my dad and has stopped chasing after my mom, he did clone the other of me and now there is a genderbent version of him but my godfather treats her like a princess and will not stop spoiling her, which I am also guilty ofâ
Phantoms continues to explain more and in the back of Tim's mind he remembers he was supposed to be doing something but honestly this conversation was too good to care.
âAnyways that's how I technically have 2 to 4 siblings, Jazz and Elle are permanently my sisters and I love them so much, and even though the other Jazz is technically the same as this Jazz, I still think of her as someone else, someone I miss dearly. Also if I considered this Jazz my sister, I guess Iâd have to considered the other me as my brotherâ
âDamn bitch your family is crazyâ Wally said, happy he finally managed to get through Phantomâs tough skin.
As they finished up their storytime, the Zeta-tubes activated and Red Tornado and an upset looking Batman walked to the group.
âYou all were supposed to leave thirty minutes agoâ
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Hello! I hope your having a good day while reading this but I was wondering if you could write a fic about the housewardens reacting to their s/o koala holding them when they sleep!
Awee that's a cute idea! The house wardens with their little Koala humans heuheu.
TWST housewardens react to their s/o holding them while they sleep
Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, probably shorter than you may have hoped, I'm sorry :( But I hope you still like it!
Riddle Rosehearts
The first time you two slept in the same bed, he was caught off guard when he was suddenly engulfed by your arms. I see him as the type to sleep on his back, still and quiet, and suddenly that is disturbed by the significant other grabbing hold of his arm and utilizing half of his body to be subjected as your personal body pillow. He may find it uncomfortable initially, however, he finds a happy medium by adjusting his form to work with yours whilst still giving him a full night of proper rest. you of course weren't in control of how you slept, and was rather grateful you trusted him as much.
"Were you aware you tend to hug me in your sleep?" He chuckled, "Huh? No, I do not mind. I found a comfortable position to sleep in so that we both got what we wanted. You don't need to sleep elsewhere, I feel...strangely comforted by your embrace..."
Leona Kingscholar
you don't even get the chance to do it first, he already has you beat. He is most assuredly the first to fall asleep between the two of you, his arms are wrapped around your waist and head propped against your shoulder before you had the chance to reciprocate. HE is the koala between the two of you. However, when you wake up in the morning you find that you're now facing him, a tangle of arms and legs as if during the night you both sought to be closer to one another. One big cuddle competition. Yet it was oddly comforting, how you both slept very similarly. Sometimes you're more aggressive than he is though, with your legs bent and holding him in your grasp on the odd days you fall asleep first. It restricts his movements from being able to adjust himself the way he wants, so he isn't shy to wake you up.
"Oy, wake up. I wanna move. Eh? You're comfortable like this? I don't care, let me hold you instead."
Azul Ashengrotto
I will die on this hill when I say that Azul sleeps kind of like an Octopus in his human form, with his arms and legs spread out on the bed. it's his highest form of vulnerability and trust in you for you to sleep in the same bed as him, so of course he will want to practice the same for you. Even when you grab hold of one (or a few) of his limbs and cuddle him as if you were the koala and he the branch, he doesn't mind whatsoever. He is a very still sleeper, so he doesn't feel his movements to be constricted whenever you cuddle him in such a way.
"Do I mind the way you grab hold of me while we are sleeping? No, not at all. If I am being completely honest, it's rather nice..." He falters, "I see it as a form of affection and trust, a sign that you feel safe with me. I rather that not change."
Kalim Al-Asim
He thinks it's the cutest thing in the entire world he has ever seen. The way you grab hold of him in your sleep as if you were claiming him to be yours, he thinks it's wonderfully splendid! It's as if you were being possessive, or you found him to be a soft pillow to grab hold of at night and cuddle with. Honestly, the first time it happened, he got so excited he had to hold in his squeals of satisfaction and joy to not wake you. He revels in this, his head leaning against yours as you use your entire body to hold him close to you. Kalim honestly can't think of a cuter habit for someone he loves to have.
"When you grab hold of me at night, it's the best feeling ever! Oh oh, tonight, can I hold you instead? let's reverse the roles! I want to hold you too- Oh, you won't get a good night's sleep that way? well, that's alright! I'll be your personal pillow as much as you want! Hehe!"
Vil Schoenheit
Vil always had a strong disposition to have a good night's rest. He had his reserves about sleeping in the same bed as you for a while, however, his desire to be close to his beloved outweighed his desire for model sleep. He finds it rather cute when you are in a deep sleep and your arms and legs automatically take him in your grasp. He never thought he would be able to properly sleep with another person by his side, so he is pleasantly surprised when the soft warmth of your body actually helps him get a better rest than ever. He feels safe and at ease in your arms, a strong contrast to the craziness of his everyday life. Being in the public eye he isn't fond of PDA, so at night when it is truly just the two of you, he savors every moment you bless him with your embrace. It's a truly peaceful feeling for him, the way you cutely cuddle into his body without a care in the world about who he is, how he sleeps, and what he looks like in his vulnerable state. It's just... you and him. Nobody else. It's a very intimate time for him.
"Your sleeping habits? Hmm...well, you grab hold of me every night. What? No, it doesn't obstruct my sleep. If anything, I have been feeling much more energized in the mornings...don't overthink it and come over here, my potato. It's time for bed, and I expect to be very thoroughly cuddled."
Idia Shroud
Oh my gosh. You have claimed him. Now he can't move a single muscle, like a cat you have made him your property. If he moves even a single inch, he knows it would ruin the flow and there would be a possibility of you moving, and he doesn't want that. It's like having a cat on your chest, and the second you move even a toe, the cat decides it's tired of you and moves on. Idia doesn't mind if he looses a little bit of sleep staring at the ceiling to allow you the majority of his body to cuddle, he's never been more elated about being in the same bed as someone before. He likes it a little too much, there was one time you were scrolling on his phone to find pictures of you cuddling him at night. An entire photo album in his gallery, in fact.
"N-n-nothing! that's nothing! Don't look, it's not...it's not what you think...oh jeez, you probably think I'm a total weirdo who takes pictures of people when they sleep-- no! not other people, it's just you! I- wait. That was a trap. You set me up for failure with that comment. Ahh, this is so embarrassing...please don't stop! I...I just like it so much when you hold me tight when you sleep...ugh. I can't believe I just said that, I sound like a corny male lead. Don't read too much into it, can't a man just enjoy his significant other's sleeping habits? Jeez..."
Malleus Draconia
You don't get the chance to cling to him, when you sleep with a dragon, they decide to do that for you. When you first slept together in the same bed, he was grabbing hold of you tightly, wrapping his body to be the koala and YOU the branch. There was only one particular night when he slept with his tail free, and you grabbed hold of it in your sleep. He woke up to feeling something pressed against his tail, looking back to see you had taken upon yourself to fully engulf your arms and your legs wrapping around to match. He was fully in your trap! After that, he found a way for both of you to be happy. Holding you in his arms, he adjusted his tail to fit snuggly in the middle of you two, enough for you to grab hold of it in your sleep whilst he was simultaneously holding onto you. Malleus would have preferred wrapping his tail around your body, however seeing you so at peace with it within your grasp, he made an exception.
"Be careful, my dearest. I wouldn't want my tail to hurt you by mistake, so you must be gentle. Ah- my lockscreen? Yes, I can't help but smile every time I gaze upon this photo I had taken, so I had Diamond assist me in changing my mobile device screen. Perhaps I shall take a few more photos, you are rather adorable grasping onto me like a babe to a blanket."
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candy-wasted.
john krasinski x male reader.
đđđđđđđ. with halloween coming to a disappointing end, what's a better way to end the holiday than to get candy-wasted on john's offer of his king-sized candy bar?
đđđđ. one-shot [ 6.7k ].
đđđđđđđđ. male reader ăł domestic!au ăł halloween!au ăł husband!john ăł established relationship ăł kissing ăł sexual content: top!john, bottom!reader, anal penetration, rough!sex, no prep, breeding, spitting, blowjob (r!giving), pain kink, slapping, spanking, armpit fetish, humiliation, degradation, body worship, cock worship, over-stimulation, extremely hung!john.
âThink that might be the last of âem,â John said, shutting the front door and turning off the porch light. âNot a single Lydia Deetz, Ennui, Deadpool, or Wolverine costume in sight.â
It was Halloween night.
Declaring Halloween as your favorite holiday would be unjust to the true fanatics. More than anything, you loved the celebration for the atmosphere. You loved the smell of autumn coming into full bloom by virtue of artificial cinnamon and apple in soy candles rather than the fresh leaves withering outside. You loved driving by neighborhoods to see all the houses that had been decorated, fictionalizing a house-decorating competition in the process. You loved how spooky TV would get, from horror movies to reruns of old sitcom episodes that had a Halloween theme.
Most important of all, you loved taking your kids out to trick or treat with John, watching them outgrow their costumes every year and growing teary-eyed at the likelihood that theyâd eventually stop having you and John come along with them in favor of their friends.
Even though you mentally prepared yourself for the moment, you werenât expecting this year to be the time where your son and daughter would tell you that they would be sleeping over at a friendâs for the celebration. As if there was any option for you and John to protest too, it suddenly struck you how quickly they were becoming their own person, because they had already packed their bags the night before.
But alsoâdamn you, for raising them to be so direct.
When John returned back to the couch, you glanced at the bowl.
âDo kids these days not go trick-or-treating anymore? Weâre doing less refills than usual,â You took the half-empty bowl from him and rummaged through the assorted candy bars. âWhen I was a kid, I used to circle my neighborhood multiple times because I was determined to not end the night with a barren bucket. I also knew my parents would steal from my stash whenever I was asleep, so that was another incentive to prolong the pain in my little kid legs.â
You knew you were babbling and were beyond caring. From the smile John gave you, he seemed more entertained by the endless vault of childhood stories than the horror marathon you two had started since six oâclock in the evening.
âAll those candy runs seem to be paying off considering your calves are the size of bowling balls,â John laughed, arranging your legs to lay them across his lap as you resumed lounging. To prove his point, he began unzipping your costumeâs pant leg one-by-one, ventilating your ankles and calves finally free from the tight spandex.
You breathed a sigh of relief when the draft in the air chilled the sweat on your skin, then another, when Johnâs large hands began stroking and kneading at your legs. You probably should have guessed that John had other intentions in mind since his hands only traveled north, in which your calves were nowhere to be found.
But what would be the fun in calling out your loverâs extremely apparent advances? For a brief moment, you two sat in silence, putting the TV on mute because the marathon had run its course, but also to hear the sound of Johnâs hands, calloused, warm, and large over the plane of your body, exploring you and the ribbed costume like he was learning texture for the first time.
It had been quite a long time since it was this quiet in the house. You had to have accidentally said it out loud, or Johnâs telepathic abilities were only awakened on Halloween night, because he was looking at you like you had whet his appetite, hazel eyes cataloguing your body like it was a dirty magazine, lips bitten in secrecy.
âWhatâs on your mind, Captain America?â You let your legs wrap around Johnâs waist when he pulled you to sit on his lap, fixing his tousled hair with a smooth swoop of your hand, and affectionately squeezed his large shoulders after.
God, John filled out his costume so well. No wonder you couldnât stop glancing at him throughout the night, the tactical suit made him look much larger and imposingâyou couldnât help but run your hands all over his body and his tight muscles beneath the fabric, the contoured lines of the costume was practically inviting you to do so.
âIâm thinking⊠the neighborhood is quiet. Iâm thinking that the kids are preparing for bed, and that the parents are drunk off their childrenâs candy stash, which means you can finally take it easy for tonight, Spider-Man.â Johnâs smile was terribly broad. You could feel him fiddling with the pull tab on the back of your costume with one hand while the other was caressing the side of your thigh, nearing dangerously closer to your rump.
It was a cheap costume that ran for no more than forty bucks, which meant you could feel the heat radiating off of Johnâs palm.
âTake it easy? Iâve been taking it easy. I got my popcorn, some king-sized candy bars, a scary flick, a rather inquisitive man holding meâŠâ You shivered when his hand paused on your right buttock and squeezed. âNothingâs beating this right now.â
He began kissing your neck, his beard ticklish and feathery over your flesh. âReally? Nothing at all?â Both of his hands were on your rump now, massaging tenderly at the handful of thick flesh in his palms.
You must have indulged in the warmth and strength of Johnâs grip on you for far too long, because out of the blue, he began knocking the silence out of you with strong smacks to your ass, drawing out a collection of moans and grunts from you as he fixated on marking up your neck until your mouth was in vicinity.
When his strong palms came down onto your cheeks again, your lips parted at the right moment he would seize them, capturing your mouth for a slow, languid kiss. Johnâs lips tasted like a celebration. You could feel the crumbs of sugar from the fruit ropes he was eating prior roll off his lips and onto your tongue, flavoring the kiss of green apple. You moaned, gently holding at both ends of his jaw, while your hips grew conscious of how your body was reacting to Johnâs tongue invading your mouth, pressing your growing tent against his pelvis with slow rolls, pushing your ass out to meet his hands.
âNothing at all, unlessâŠâ You groaned when the stinging over your covered ass was only heightened by the unrelenting grasp John had on your ample skin. If he wasnât so busy tonguing your mouth open, you wouldnât be surprised to find him tearing your costume into two within the next second. âYou have something to bestow upon me?â
âEver heard of a monster-sized candy bar? I got one thatâs filled with vanilla cream for you, specifically curated to your taste buds. What do you think? Iâll trade yaâ.â The spirit of Halloween affected him as he laughed into the kiss, the tip of his nose crinkling in effect and swiping over yours when he resumed in exploring your mouth.
âI think it sounds like a trick, you a con-man?â You lightly pushed at his chest to break from the kiss, then lingered to silently admire his well-built pecs. You werenât sure if you were more turned on by Johnâs hard-work and dedication, or the fantasy of him as a superheroâsaving you from your ultimate demise.
Regardless, your hips only rutted harder, swooping low to brush your erection against his, then raising them high, to grind your rump over his arousal.
âKeep moving your hips like that, and youâll find the answer soon.â
An inquisitive hand of yours reached in between Johnâs thighs. It didnât take long, hardly a millisecond, to find what youâd been searching for.
The mass in your palm was overwhelmingly large and thick. You felt your throat go dry when the weight of Johnâs bulge was heavy enough to unfurl itself within his suit, across his right thigh, and reach to a point of hardness where one hand of yours found it impossible to tame it alone.
You stroked the enormous print, focusing on the apparent head with your thumb, and then squeezed. Hard.
âFuck, (M/N). Upstairs, now.â
As you sat on your knees, the scent of arousal filled your nostril. There was something enthralling about this position, being bare and naked on the carpet, while you were looking up at Johnâs hard cock through your lashes. He was already monstrous enough, but the angle from below provided insight just exactly how jaw-dropping his size was.
âIâm sorry I doubted you, Captain. What would you like in exchange?â Bracing your hands on his strong calves, you nuzzled the underside of his erection. You sucked in a breath at the smell of it. The heat and musk built from a long day of work, finally released out into the air, tickled your nose pleasantly and made your mouth water. ââThree musketeers?â âButterfingers?â âHersheyâs?ââ You slapped his heavy cock over your lips, mouthing over the tender spots of his glans.
He had his arms behind his head, exhaling slow and steady, sporting an expression that told you he was the luckiest man alive, not that you needed that affirmation, as you held his cock tight around the base and suckled at the plump, pink tip. âHow about â(M/N)âs Pieces?â Yeah? Is that up for grabs?â
You could feel his hairy thighs tense up when you taunted him with the tiniest licks over his heavy, full balls. It was amusing, watching his cock jolt over your faceâlike they were envious of such half-hearted actions.
âYou mean, the candy that would make a kind and handsome dad, such as yourself, turn into a ferocious beast of a man?â Holding Johnâs lustful gaze, you took a long and slow lick at the underside of his shaft, the girth of it thicker than the width of your tongue.
You felt complacent when he let out a hoarse moan upon pressing your nose deep into his cock-slit, inhaling deep. âYeah, that oneâŠâ
You traced the prominent veins on his cock with your tongueâthick, pumping blood vessels that made him throb over your mouth with rage. âYou know, youâd have to work really hardâŠâ Between fondling and suckling his full sack into your mouth, you stroked his shaft and muttered, âTo break me into pieces.â
It was difficult enough to maintain some semblance of order, but the taste of Johnâs sweat, blooming delicately and stimulating your appetite like an hors dâoeuvre, made you nearly submit as your knees felt inclined to spread wider, and wider, letting you enjoy your last moments before youâd yield.
You hoped you were distracting John enough, being caught in the middle of humping the air and fucking yourself back on some imaginary dick wouldâve gave him the upper hand.
âI doâoh, fuckâŠâ He choked back on a moan, the heat of your mouth as you suddenly slid his cock inside melted the composure off his face. His thick shaft strained, stretching your wet mouth uncomfortably. The chances of you taking all of John inside of your mouth was slim to none. Youâd done this so many times, tried everything, from practicing with a dildo to enduring the tears welling, to get him down your throat, but your body wouldnât give inâit simply couldnât.
He was much too big for your own good.
John was large. Tall. Always has been, and always will be. His muscular legs were open wide, his face was slack-jawed from your tantalizing tongue, and even though you could barely fit half of his cock inside of your mouth, you were still in control.
You pulled him out with a gasp, nearly choking back on the spit pooled in the back of your mouth, and sniffled. âYou do? You sure about that?â There was no doubt that the inevitable was going to happen. Gagging on Johnâs large cock was a given, but it was the messiness of it all, that made your cock leak. âI donât think you can handle it.â
His cock was coated thick and heavy in a glorious sheen of spit, translucent pearls shining on the veiny skin. One hand was massaging his balls while the other was adamant in slicking him up until the weight of your own saliva was enough to weigh him down.
You temporarily freed John from your fist to slap his wet and large cock around. It was delectable, watching his giant tool swing from the impact of your smacks. Webs of thick spit occasionally flung to your face, as if his dick was fighting back against your horrendous taunts, but all you needed to do was tame it with your mouth again, and the reign on Johnâs body resumed.
âI am, and I canâŠâ John grunted, his abdominal muscles flexing. You could see his toes curling into the carpet at the corner of your eye, swirling your tongue over the swollen pink head while the rest of his monster cock was being man-handled by your quick hand, tightly grasping to keep your hand from slipping.
âYou absolutely sure?â Your words turned him on, his cock maddening in course as it spat out drips of pre-cum from the squeezing grip you had around his shaft.
The substance wouldnât stance a chance against your urges, you eagerly went on to lap it up, forcing more of the viscous fluid to come out with competitive strokes to aid.
âIâm sureâbaby, come on, enoughââ He struggled to contain his moans, arching his hip forward to push himself further into your mouth, but you wouldnât have it. Instead, you reeled yourself back, slapping his cock once again as punishment, and remained at tipâs length.
You could tell he was getting frustrated, you knew of his mannerisms for years now. For Godâs sake, you were his husband. His jaw tightened and his eyes leered down at you with sudden alertâlike a silent warning. He exhaled sharply as if the draft in the room had infected his strong body with frostbite.
Nonetheless, you continued entertaining yourself, knowing the consequencesâanticipating them, rather.
You tongued the urethra of his dick, welcoming every drop with greedy sucks, all while you hadnât left John out of your sight for a single second. You could make John orgasm right then, you were so sure of it.
âYou really, really, really sure?â Your smile was smug, feigning innocence while you mouthed on his thick piece of meat, stroking yourself to the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip.
Johnâs gaze immediately darkened.
He loved watching you slap his dick across your face. He loved being in awe at his own size, especially when youâd shower him in praises as you compared his big cock to your forearm.
Iâm going to break my ass taking you, John. Holy fuckâŠ
He loved having his dick sucked, point blank period. How sloppy it could get, how nice his cock felt when it was being slimed up with such pent-up arousal. You were confident that you were over-delivering in that department too because the lower half of your face was dripping in your own saliva.
âWhatâs the matter, big man? You donât want to fuck me anymore? Break me into pieces like you originally wanted to? Think you wonât satisfy me enough?â You pursed your lips over the plump head, provoking John by the sudden languid pace of your wrist. âAnswer me,â You slapped his large cock again, your own erection throbbing from watching John grit his teeth in sudden refusal to give in.
âAre you sure or not? Huh? Answer me,â John sucked in his teeth every time you smacked his cock, and you proceeded to hound him harder, narrowing your tone. âYour cockâs useless. Canât satisfy me. Canât satisfy a fucking flashlight with how big it is.â
âGhoul got your tongue, or what?â You smacked his cock hard. âYour big fucking cockââ His cock swung. ââseems to be doingââ Pulsed in a fit of pique. âthe speaking for yââ
A harsh slap cut your taunts short.
You let out a gasp, your hand instantly coming up to hold your cheek and tranquilize the stinging pain. Shock crossed your face, bewildered as though you hadnât been anticipating his catharsis the entire time.
âEnough,â He pulled you up by the jaw to meet your lips hungrily, his large hands clamped tight around your neck like you were fresh carp farmed for hatchery. âYouâre really testing me today, arenât you?â
The kiss was searing, your lips volunteering themselves to be bitten and sucked to be forgiven upon the increasing pressure around your throat. Maybe you were still coming to terms with the slap, but it swallowed you whole nonetheless, rendering you incapable of producing a single coherent thought.
You whimpered softly, his resentment was beyond recall as his hands remained solid, one thumb looming over the center of your throat, âHit me againââ
He stabilized you with one hand around your throat, squeezing tight, and let his other hand swing across your cheek, harder than previously.
âF-fuck!â You could feel your cheek blooming with heat, stinging as if a million of rose thorns had prickled your skin to poison you with its color, and you couldnât have asked for more.
It was too good. Johnâs large hand imprinted hot on your face, and it felt too fucking good. You were branded, an extension to the wedding band around your finger, a reminder of your undying love for him.
âGet on the fucking bed,â John growled, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth, slow yet imposing, before sending you away with a gentle kiss on your stricken cheek, a much-needed relief you had been silently clamoring for.
The metal clanking behind you sounded like church bells, but you resisted the temptation of looking over your shoulder, fearing that whatever John had in mind, heâd strip it away upon your lack of diligence. You crawled onto the bed on all fours and anticipated nervously
At long last, you felt your royal throne crumble into a million pieces.
You suppressed an urge to swear. The heat emanating from a strip of leather when he struck your ass was bartered directly with the devil himself. Another peep out of you, and John wouldâve banished you to hell to pay your dues to the fallen angel.
âIt was cute, I have to admitâŠâ Your body jolted when John muttered near your hear. In the time his hand was soothing your whipped ass cheeks, the other had a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back for you to look at him. âSeeing you think you had control over me, even going as far as to humiliate me and my cockâdid that make you happy? Huh?â
âI-I donât knowââ You struggled to find the words, your mouth parting instead to lean in for a kiss in hopes to distract him, but John quickly caught on. He knew you, very well in fact, yanking your head back harder to coax a gasp out of you. As John had expected, he then pushed a thick wad of spit into your mouth before pulling you by the back of your neck into your original position.
You shuddered, smacking your lips at the arousing taste of Johnâs saliva spreading in your mouth. You savored him, wanted John to last forever on your tongue. You didnât want to swallow. You wanted to simply let his spit pool with your own and mix into the perfect elixir that would work perfectly as a muscle relaxant, something that would greatly aid you in taking Johnâs cockâknowing the likelihood that he wouldnât be easing up anytime soon.
âAnswer me.â Your eyes widened in a silent plea when John taunted you with the belt in his hand. Before you could moan out so much of a beg, the leather in Johnâs hand came down swinging at your buttocks and seemingly cut through flesh. In turn, your four limbs gave out from the electrifying bolts of pain, making you collapse onto your stomach from the arresting strength of Johnâs resentment as you cried out in pleasure.
âOh, fuck! F-fuck, fuck, fuckâŠ!â You writhed in bittersweet glory, choking back on swears and instead, what came out were delicious straggled sounds that made Johnâs cock uncontrollably pulse. Your hands roamed the bedsheets, clawing at the silk material in search for a physical outlet to release the tension in your body. âI-Iâm s-sorryââ
His cock was near you, lubed up in a thick, alluring sheen. Maybe John wouldnât mind if you held him. Plead for him to stop with lazy, but abiding stroke. You bit your lips and stretched over to grab him.
He lifted your head again for you to face him. You sniffled, letting the tears roll down your flushed face before another wad of spit would accompany them in their journey. âYouâre not answering my question. Were you happy?â
Upon barely brushing your fingers over the head of his cock, you reeled yourself back when the belt came striking down on your ass again, breaking skin as repercussions to your hedonistic behavior. Your legs came up to kick back at the air violently, grinding out the pain by digging your swollen cock into the bed.
You had enough.
You needed John.
Now.
âY-yes! I was fucking happy! Watching your large cock swing like that. Degrading you to the point where you were too ashamed to answer me. Abusing your pathetic tool because itâs too immersed in its own girth to know that I actually despise your cock. Shouldâve seen the look on your handsome faceâgod, I couldâve came right there. All because I was in control. You fucking let me, you fucking delusional self-obsessed cuckââ
At breakneck speed, John curtailed you of your vigorous speech by shoving your face into a pillow, mounting on top of you with one foot pressing hard to the back of your head, and grunted, âHow do you like me now?â Pushing all of his body weight to vault you out of an escape route, you felt his cockhead suddenly breach your hole.
âHolyâshit!â You sobbed at the discomfort, kicking your legs back as John pushed more of his large cock further in, adding onto the painful stretch of your unsuspecting hole. You felt his a palm on your ass, spreading one cheek open to aid the slide. âFucking, moreâJohnny! More, more, moreââ
âThere we fucking go, fuck. Look at that hole. Fucking swollen around me, and Iâm only halfway in,â he licked his lips, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm as he loosened your raw hole with shallow thrusts, his cock pushing deeper at every rut.
Your bodyâs natural reaction was to propel yourself up for some air, but after the first turn, John instantly took both of your wrists and bound them behind your back, your back muscles squeezing in effect. When you pushed your ass out, his foot pressed harder like it had the power to bury you six feet under if John had no concept of restraint.
It was painful, all of this, your neck was hurting, but especially your hole, his unrelenting thrustsâbut, be that as it may, you were so happy that you didnât have to remind John to leave you unprepared. Otherwise, the pleasure of Johnâs large cock gutting you raw wouldnât have overstimulated you, not to this profundity. Your wriggles only made John hold onto your wrists tighter, his heel press deep into your nape, you were sure it would be bruised by the next morning.
You felt so used, your body at his disposal. Your cock was painfully rubbing between your pelvis and the bed from the impact of his strong thrusts, but you were leaking and throbbing nonetheless, staining the sheets from the thrill of it allâof being Johnâs personal fuck-toy.
âFeels fucking incredible. Shit, babyââ His cock was digging into you like an excavator, slow in its journey, but you could feel him sowing excitement deep into you, nearing the crown of your prostate with the grind of his hips. You clenched tight, gripping your aching walls around the girth to provide John an incentive to go at you harder.
Not loose enough.
He had to fuck you open.
And you were desperate.
The perks to being married was that pleasuring one another came second nature to both parties. Luckily, you led a charmed life, and John was here to bestow upon you your weekly demands.
He released his foot on you, but you groaned when he pressed his remaining weight on top of your writhing body. âIf youâre goodâŠâ John panted hot on your shoulders, accompanying the abruptly slow roll of his hips with chaste kisses to the shell of your ear and the moist parts of your neck. âMaybe Iâll let you play with your cock.â
âPleaseâŠâ You flexed your toes into the sheets when John nearly pulled himself out, thankfully leaving only the swollen tip in.
âNo, I had a change of heart. Maybe, Iâll let you jack off until you explode all over your sweaty body,â you pushed your ass back to slide more of him in, but a hard smack to your ass nipped your oscillation in the bud. âDonât push your luck.â
âIâll be goodâpromiseâŠâ you looked over your shoulder at John with glistening eyes and a sniffle, finding yourself frowning when he pulled himself completely out, and insisted on rubbing his wet cockhead over your raw, blossomed pucker.
âSee? This is how itâs supposed to beâthe natural order between you and I,â he sighed, giving into your desperation, and pulled you in for a sweet, lingering kiss after releasing your hands. A sigh of relief, you braced yourself half-way up with an elbow, the other hand reaching back to rest on Johnâs nape, and locked his lips deeply into yours, pacified by the soft fur of his beard on your chin.
His tongue messily swiped over yours as you both had intended to explore each otherâs mouths. You two met in the middle, bridging each otherâs spit from one mouth to the other. When a dribble of drool dared to leak from the corner of your mouth, John had incredible foresight and was already lapping it up before it could trail to the bottom of your chin.
âSay you love my cockâŠâ John whispered, swaddling you into his arms from behind and carefully maneuvering your body on top of him as he switched positions, reclining himself onto his back.
Interlacing his legs with yours, John then pushed them apart with the spread of his knees, twisting his ankles over your own to lock you in place. He angled his hips to slide his dick over your taint, letting you wallow in the sight of his plump tool nearly curve over your throbbing erection.
âI love your cockâŠâ You muttered softly, nuzzling the side of his kempt beard. The smell of bourbon vanilla lingered delightfully in your nostrils as you watched him from the corner of your eye, drooling when you caught a glance of his large cock spit thick drips of pre-cum over your balls.
It was fruitless to even try to attempt to close your legs, Johnâs calves overpowered your own by tenfold. In spite of your wish, John compensated by reaching below, trailing his warm hand over your ribs and stomach in passing, and wrapped his hand around your cock, slowly pumping.
âSay, youâll be a good boy for meâŠâ Brushing your hair back, John claimed a hold over the back of your head, raising his left arm to welcome your face into his armpit.
You moaned at the warm, musky odor. The thick hairs reeked of sweat. Salty and slightly spicy in your nostrils, yet you couldnât help but inhale for more, breathing in the natural pheromones and making your cock dribble out ample amounts of pre-cum when the aroma of Johnâs masculine scent fogged your passing judgement, and had you licking at his pit.
John cradled the back of your head, quickening the strokes on your cock seemingly as a token of his appreciation while you buried your face in the bush of dark hairs, nuzzling and licking long stripes over the plane. It was addicting, yet embarrassingly filthy as it registered how easily John had reign over your freewill. Your spit gathered in the center of Johnâs armpit, where the hairs were grown the thickest. They were beads of your devotion, and you couldnât have felt prouder marking your territory.
Your mouth watered and tingled at the ripe taste lasting on your tongue, then, when John suddenly tipped your chin up and spat inside of your mouthâyou felt like you were in heaven, like your body wanted to crumble in front of him from the intimacy of it all.
He captured your lips again, and you muttered softly, âIâll be a good boyâŠâ You watched him with lustful eyes, anticipating his next move. His right hand had stopped stroking your cock in favor of massaging your tight balls, making you squirm with desire. When his other hand released his hold over the back of your head to toy with your perky nipples, the simultaneous pleasure carried a hoarse tune of desperation out from your throat.
âYouâll be daddyâs good boy?â He nuzzled your ear, kissing the shell of it.
âIâll be whatever daddy wants me to be,â you slowly rolled your hips when you could feel John line his cock over your hole, lubing your pucker with the thick fluid leaking from the crown.
âAnd you want daddyâs big cock?â He rested one hand on each thigh respectively, spreading your legs farther by the aid of his knees.âš âIâm aching insideâŠâ Your cock twitched upon feeling so completely vulnerable and bare for him.
âThen, letâs turn that ache into pleasure, shall we?â
That was all it took. A heartbeat, a single push of Johnâs hips, one strong stroke, and he claimed his territory. It was beautiful. Your silky flesh fluttered and clenched on his cock, and your eyes popped open wide when he slammed upward.
John ripped a glorious moan out of you. Your neck strained with beautiful veins as your attempts to bite them back were powerless in comparison to the spark of passion in Johnâs hips. You could see the very moment the fire flared in Johnâs eyes, his fingers gripping a mound of your thighs until they had turned white.
You were filled to the root, uncomfortably-so as Johnâs biceps bulged with strong veins on account of the bend of your legs. He capsized them, holding them back at the crook while he deliciously hollowed your hole deep with his monster cock, your feet dangling in the air from the pure drive.
It was a reminder. That you were his. That you were his only. Nobody could ever own you like he owned you now. John made sure those thoughts wouldnât dissipate by making sure you felt every inch of his plump, meaty cock burrow in and out of you. John was adamant in making this more than a memory. He wanted you to wake up and sleep thinking about him. Thinking about his cock. Thinking about how brutally stretched you felt right now, and that you didnât mind at allâbecause it was John, your loving husband. He would do anything for you, and right now, he was living up to his many vows of loving you fiercely, of completing you, of loving you forever and every day.
âT-too much, Johnââ It wasnât, you were lyingâit was fucking perfect, but god, did you love making your husband feel powerful. You loved feeding his cock with arousal, feeling him throb harder while he pummeled himself faster into you at your spoken truth. âCockâs too bigââ
âIâll make a cunt out of you, wear out your tight little hole until itâs leaking like one,â He growled. You cried out from unabashed lust, holding your legs back to expose yourself further, and John set the animal free at the depiction. He held your waist, dragging your unsullied hole through his hardness until only the tip was left before connecting the drop of your weight with a powerful thrust, punching into your prostrate.
âThatâs what you are, right? My good little cunt? Just a good boy who can do nothing right, but take my large cock.â John gutted loud moans out of you, his gaze locked on your wrecked expression because watching you take his cock was equally as gratifying as sinking himself of you, down to the root. âSay it. Say you want daddy to make a cunt out of you.â
You were falling in love with this animalistic side of John. With the sensations he was supplying and overwhelming you with. Your cock was sure to agree, throttling as if there was a phantom hand stroking its shaft.
âI wantâa fucking cunt. Want daddy to make a cunt out of my hole, pleaseââ You felt deviant, like those words shouldnât have left your mouth, but it was all the worthwhile because John kissed you hard on the mouth, groaning.
Up to the hilt, John thrusted into fasterâharder as you choked back on a moan and nearly gagged on his tongue. âIâm going to fill you up with so much of my cum, youâd be leaking for days.â
âOh, Godââ You gritted your teeth, exhaling loud and hard because it was coming. Your stomach clenched and your balls tightened without the need of your hand.
âYouâd be lucky to walk tomorrow, (M/N). Youâd need my help walking you down the stairs. Even then, I wouldnât be so sure if weâd make it to the floor. Knowing the prospect, Iâd just take you right then and there, on the fucking stairwell, making your ass gape once again.â
âJohn, s-stopâIâm going toââ Your eyes rolled back until John could only see whites. His words supplied you with the mental picture of the filthy smut coming out of his mouth. It came to you naturallyâthe smile on your face. You were broken in your state of reverie, dazed by the fantasy of taking Johnâs cock anywhere and anytime he pleased. Using you however his mind and body desired like he was now. Balls-slapping against your taint, sweat sticking your body to one another, pants and groans loud in your ear, the air thickening with the act of pure lust, pounding into you with no intention in letting you recover your breath. âS-stop, fucking comingââ
âLook at me,â John ordered you, panting.
Your eyes were heavy when you looked up, mere slits from the weight of your desires, heavily drugged by Johnâs poisoning rapture on your wrecked body. You pressed a smile against his mouth, making no attempt to kiss him, but to simply be in close proximity, pressing his nose against yours. He grappled at your hips, digging your insides with the weight of his large cock, piercing into prostate harder and faster as he took a bargain on your orgasm coming to a near.
You were stunned, the gutting you were enduring from John hitting you like a ton of bricks. You emptied your throat of sounds, the inner walls dry and scratched like the desert. All you managed for John was vigilant whimpers, any more forewarnings were fallen on deaf ears as youâd been knocked into a trance that melted your speech into meek garbles of incoherency.
It only took a few more seconds before your brain rewired itself and had your body floundering within Johnâs loving embrace, alerting you awake. With the help of Johnâs cock continuously assaulting deep at your prostate, you felt your body tense up, your hole clenching around pillar Johnâs pistoning staff to stop him, but he prevailed, breaching through the resistance, and slammed hard into your prostate once more, splitting your ass open and knocking the orgasm out of you.
John held your gaze, marveling over the ecstasy in your otherwise blown-out expression. His brows furrowed in utter fascination as your mouth parted open, only for your moans to adhere to your throat instead, blowing your load in agonizing silence. Thick ropes spurted powerfully out of your throbbing cock, splattering messily over your chest. With the buck of your hips, you graced your face with your cum-shots, additionally provoked as John used the strength of his heels to lift himself to meet you at an elevated height, fucking the cum out of you.
The sound that came out of you was guttural, transporting you into another dimension where you were caught in a whirlpool of toe-curling sensations. Rubbing a hand over your stomach, he could feel it sink in as you liberated yourself from your high, uncontrollably spilling over your pelvis in midst. Yet, despite your dazed state, your eyes never left his, provoking him to come inside of you with desperate, but gentle murmurs on his lips, as well as the addition of the ring of muscle spasming around his shaft.
âFill my cunt up, make me fucking leakâŠâ You showered his lips in soft whispers, finally releasing your grasp on your legs to stroke at his cheek. Squeezing, caressing, urgingâfor him to seal your hole.
On the drop of your legs, you squeezed them close together until your knees touched, confining his shaft between the clamp of your inner walls. You clenched hard when he was buried to the root, foiling the pace of his hips, and let your swollen insides bring him closer.
âOh⊠shitâŠâ Johnâs eyes rolled back, and finally spilled with a shudder.
His large cock jerked deep inside of you, and soon, you felt his warm seed fill you to the brim. You felt your bond with John transcend, higher, beyond space and time, with every pulse of his thick veins pumping cum deep into you.
Upon capturing Johnâs lips for a kiss, he circled his hips, making you moan languidly into his mouth. You swallowed every breath of his, swirling your hips against his own cautious thrusts in retaliation, gratified by the warm, thick coating of cum your insides were receiving, soothing your spellbound hole and stirring his connection to you.
âDidnât hurt you too bad? Think I slapped you too hard.â John asked softly, gently rubbing a palm over your stricken cheek. You could see guilt in his expression as he brought you closer to claim your lips The moment was soft, the complete opposite of previous events, silent apologies to your mouth as Johnâs mouth was lingering, yet electrifying all at the same time as he sucked on your lower lip.
âYou. Were. Perfect.â You warded off the guilt with a smooch after word, rubbing his chest. âI asked for it, you know that. It was fun, wasnât it? Something different to spice up the bedroom.â
âHmâŠâ He laughed at your sudden eagerness, as if you hadnât been debilitated from his cock moments prior. Tucking one arm behind his head, his other hand idly began petting at your head. He retired for the night with the shut of his eyes, contemplating on their newfound kink. âLetâs see how I feel when youâre the one slapping me next time. Then we can judge it accordingly.â
âHoly shitâŠâ
âMhm.â âIâm pulling out the dumbbells. Too late to go back on your word now, John.â
âWait, now that youââ
âNot a single word, or Iâm making you call me âDoctorâ as an early punishment.â
âWe both know how this will turn out. I just need to pull my dick out, and youâll be back onto your knees, no matter how much you try to resist.â
âI⊠plead the fifth?â
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"Special Delivery!"
Yan Adult Flim Star Pizza Boy + Reader
[Mentions of food tampering]
Delivery? You didn't order any delivery.
Opening your front door by a crack - the smiling, chipper face of a delivery person greets you on the other side. The glow from your porch light reflects off his braces - bright eyes wide with enthusiasm as you open the door further. It's hard gauge your exact height difference with those heels he had, but he as things stood now he still had a couple inches on you. Those didn't seem like they'd be the most appropriate thing to wear for his occupation - neither did the micro shorts cutting into the flesh of his thighs. Reaching that same conclusion towards the work tee cut off at his stomach - you finally note the pizza box in his hands.
"I didn't order any pizza."
The stranger giggles, slapping a hand over his mouth as if you had just told him the funniest joke he'd ever heard. "Of course you didn't. It's on us. A thank you for all your... support."
Have you ordered from this place before? There's no name on the box. Curiosity peaked, you lift the box's lid. Sure enough, a hot, fresh cheese pizza awaits inside though there's some kind of sauce stop it you don't quite realized. It's far too runny to be mozzarella cheese. You run a finger through the gooey substance, quickly placing it in your mouth as it starts to drip.
It's salty - with a vaguely sweet aftertaste.
"What kind of sauce is this?"
Heat rises to the boy's face - blush visible on his freckled cheeks. "Alfredo sauces."
Interesting. "Wait here one moment."
Smiling, you take the box from him - retreating back into your home. The stranger's eyes follow your every step, drifting further down the farther you walk. Should he come in now? This is the longest set up he's been apart of in a while. You did tell him to wait.... But that ass of yours felt like it was calling to him.
"Here you go."
"Huh?"
Leaning against the doorway, you casually bite into a slice of pizza as you hand him a few crumbled up bills and some change.
"Should be about ten dollars all together. Like I said, I wasn't expecting a delivery so this was all the cash I had. Thanks for the pizza. Have a safe trip home."
The door shuts gently in his face. You were even kind enough to send him off with that. The heat burning his cheeks travels throughout his entire mortal body as he falls to his knees, the biting cold the least of his worries now.
You really didn't order any pizza. You weren't his client, the winner of that competition he set up for reaching one million viewers. That pizza.... Oh, god- You had no idea- Somebody kill him now. He should tell you, but it's too late without sounding like a total freak now. He could never show his face to anyone after such a mistake.
Your face, however.... That confused grin on your face was the cutest thing he'd seen in a long time. Not to mention that little show he got while you were off getting his tip. You were still under the believe he was just another delivery boy....
Maybe he could use that to see you again?
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HOW THEY REACT TO YOUR SILENT TREATMENT.
ê°warningsê± not proofread ⊠sigh
â êČ ` synopsis . . . you and your partner are having a âcooling down periodâ, a time of dĂ©tente, after a recent argument. how do they deal with the lack of love from you?
â êČ ` characters . . . diluc, eula, wanderer, ayato, gorou, tartaglia, lyney, wriothesley, neuvillette, arlecchino
â êČ ` notes . . . as a psychology student âïžđ€ i can safely say that the silent treatment is usually frowned upon due to its connotations with emotional abuse, therefore i tried my best to make it apparent that this sort of silence is within the boundaries of the relationship ( á·áœąïœ„á·
) please communicate with your loved ones if you feel a certain way :)
you and your beloved recently had a pretty bad argument. out of respect for both of your feelings you both decided to have a period of détente to allow a gradual recovery of your emotions and logical reasonings.
there was no need to argue, and there was also no need to be hostile or petty; therefore your silent treatment wasnât a way to maliciously gain control or make your lover come running back to you, it was a way for both of you to regain composure and come back to the topic when prepared.
that did unfortunately, lead to much less affectionate gestures from both of you. of course there was still the casual âi love youâ every morning and night accompanied by a simple kiss, but it never went anything beyond that.
while your lover fully knew why this sort of peaceful coexistence was necessary, sometimes itâs sincerely difficult to not just reach out and kiss you breathless.
youâre so close yet so far, itâs unbearable.
R. DILUC â èżȘćąć
master diluc has been rather restless lately.
constant muttering to himself, plucking the dried up skin that stuck out from his badly bitten lips, his gloved hands constantly scratching a non existent scratch; honestly, if the fellow residents of dawn winery didnât know any better theyâd think he was possessed and required an immediate exorcist.
adelinde refuses to see her precious baby sink his eyes into ruin purely because heâs out secretly patrolling once he wakes up in the middle of the night to clear his head. youâre always there with him throughout the night: but why does it still feel so empty regardless?
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST ?
diluc is no pushover or people pleaser; if you were guilty, then youâre guilty and heâll wait all the time in the world till you eventually own up and apologise (please let that come sooner or later though otherwise heâll give into ruin and sip alcohol for a breather). otherwise, if its his fault, or no ones and it was a mere misunderstanding, the silent treatment lasts for a day. not any longer not any less; he doesnât allow it to.
heâs more than happy to wait forever for you but gods if he ever made a mistake that accidentally led you to elongating this supposed transient silence till the end of time, diluc would much rather swallow his pride and give his all to you. youâre worth more than pettiness, and heâll prove that to you once you wake up and get greeted with all your favourite luxuries and a bright, relieved smile on his face.
EULA â äŒè
youâre beyond delusion if you think this woman wonât turn this into a healthy-ish competition of sorts.
you wish to avoid her for days on end? sheâs already used to the world avoiding her mere gaze, she can withstand the somber feeling of having the one person whoâs fully understood her as the complex person she is self-isolating from her for a little while.
never mind, no, she literally canât. come back to her right now. we have problem right? lets talk about it, isnât that what you taught her in the first place? what do you mean you need a break and want to clear your head for a while to not hurt her feelings? you think eula of all people cares about something like that?
sheâd rather you spit at her than withstand another hour of this mindless nonsense.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
she doesnât apologise unless she sees whatever caused this perilous argument in the first place truly hurt you and you ended up in tears; otherwise whats the use in pointless words when you can easily hug it out and call it a day?
she lets you apologise under the guise of âif you donât, my vengeance towards you will be greater than my foesâ, but in reality? eula is hardly paying any attention to the words slipping past your lips. all sheâs thinking about is how sheâll be able to shake off this uneasy tension thatâs somehow been created between you two.
WANDERER â æ”æ”Șè
you canât tell which one of you needed this little breather more, after all, youâd hope scara would allow himself to soften after distancing from you after a while, and scara hoped youâd see reason within your argument and eventually, as always, forgive him.
but forgiveness is a two way straight in the way most people subconsciously ignore; does he and could he ever forgive himself? that image of your teary eyed face, the harsh puffs of breath you heaved to prevent any more molten venom to burn his plastic skin, the slight clenching of your jaw, fuck it hurt.
he couldnât admit it at the time, but right now after being forcefully peeled away from you for about week and forcing auntie nahida to listen to his venting rambles? he wished he just gave it all up and did something: anything at all. kissed you, hugged you, consoled you, swiped your tears away with his thumbs, fluttered his eyelashes on your cheek gently as he whispered an i love you.
yet all he could do right now was wait.
wait until you hopefully came back, he couldnât face you. if you abandoned him heâd deal with it. the petals on the floor and the hushed whispers of âthey love me, they love me notâ are just hallucinations from his worried caregiver, he swears.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
never would he stoop so low as to apologise.
verbally. that is. if heâs aware that heâs in the wrong (believe me that look on your face does wonders for trying to figure out whats on your mind) heâll begrudgingly come up with some covert way of making it up to you. he doesnât want to be stuck in this immortalised silence forever; believe me, he likes your talking more than he realises and this little test trial of abandonment was more than enough proof that your existence within his life is essential.
if youâre not there standing by his side, what even is the point in that fraudulent pacemaker of his? your laughter is in the same shape of his heartbeat; if youâre not here, heâs just back to being that dumb little puppet cuddled ashore in the slim darkness of the night.
K. AYATO â ç„é绫äșș
bile builds up in ayatoâs throat, eyes threatening to spill hazardous tears on his paperwork. he HATES being away from you. yes, youâll be back comfortably in his arms with a kiss on your forehead soonâŠbut time isnât making that âsoonâ come any quicker and itâs killing him.
âsilenceâ is only the act of not speaking, right? so heâs technically allowed to sneak in pastries onto your desk when youâve gone to take a break â heâs also most certainly allowed to write down his frustrations about not being able to be overly affectionate with you and then pitifully sliding them under your door in hopes youâll read them and maybe write one back.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
he desperately tries to convince himself that if he works long enough, heâll forget the hollowing feeling in his heart thatâs left in the silhouette of you. he puts down his calligraphy pen with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples with rough motions as if to completely rid himself of any lingering thought of you.
thatâll never work, and ayato thinks you two have calmed down enough so therefore he trudged his way into your room, knocking of course, and sat down with you for a lengthy but beneficial conversation.
without a doubt, ayato will be the one to apologise first. whether itâs a conscious decision or not completely depends on how long heâs been away from you; at some point you just fall back into regular routine completely by accident.
GOROU â äșé
heâs glad youâve decided to take this sort of approach to your relationship instead of having a painful battle of the wits with him but right now, heâd withstand a thousand hours of scolding than the way his fellow soldiers worryingly clutter around their little general and ask about his well-being purely because those furry ears atop his bundle of bed hair decided to stay drooped down all week.
but he canât help it! heâs utterly miserable! you didnât even give him your complimentary âgood morning, have fun at work, be safeâ kiss before he left the door in the static quiet of your abode. to top this torture off? you havenât pet him once, and while heâd normally revel in not being treated like an actual lap dogâŠyouâre a huge exception in that rule!
unfortunately, itâs not like he can just outright demand attention from you merely because heâs feeling a bit down on his luck. you asked for peace, heâll give it to you. heâs a war veteran but treats you like a flower thats sprouted on a ruined patch of sand.
ehem, but please come back to him soon. please?
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
whatever it takes to get your pretty hand to ruffle through his brunette locks heâll do, he doesnât care if the apology consists of him kneeling down on pitifully shaking his head near your thigh with his lips puckered into a pout. shame doesnât exist within your relationship right? heâs more than willing to apologise first regardless of who was to blame.
if the argument was a little more serious however, heâll sit down you on your couch that holds so many sweet significant memories within your mind, his head resting atop your collarbone and tail sneakily swishing from side to side now that your heartbeat was so clear to him. heâll hear you out, talk through it, but more importantly, love and appreciate you.
TARTAGLIA â ć
Źć
nuh uh. you think youâre getting silence with someone like him around? unless one or both of you fucked up really bad, tartaglia canât see the point in silent ignorance; if you want to ignore him to personally calm down? sure, do whatever you want honey, youâre still getting treated like the other piece of his heart that you are.
if youâre genuinely annoyed he can leave you aloneâŠfor maybe two hours thirty minutes max. he loves you so much, talk to him, he doesnât care if you insult him out of anger, lash out at him if you must. so long as you return into his arms so he can sway you around within his tender embrace and pepper your face with kisses, heâll be more than happy and satisfied.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
him all day â call it the big brother complex with having to always apologise first whenever he got into a slight squabble or disagreement with his siblings when he were younger, or call it pure unadulterated love for you and the refusal to continue with this pointless staring battles whenever you guys were sitting across from each other.
whatever it is, just know he takes your feelings seriously regardless of the teasing grin across his face when you try not to squirm from the way his hand traveled from across your waist to the slither of exposed stomach. he just wants to assure you that his love wonât ever fade even if it becomes so deliberately one sided. heâs yours, after all.
LYNEY â æć°Œ
heâs used to eerie silence that bellowed icy winds against his ears, used to the tension that forced out his fight or flight response, but currently all he could do was freeze and overthink. how come this silence seemed so much more deafening than usual?
lyney doesnât want this worse than capital punishment torture to continue without at least the slightest bit of laughter mingled into both of your days; he tries his best to curve your lips to even the slightest twenty degree lift using whatever he could. silly little flower reappearing trick there, a sneaky kiss to the side of your neck here; just any fleeting desperate attempt for some reciprocation on your part.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
lyneyâs used to apologising first given his experiences within the house of hearth and the father herself. so imagine his surprise when you both incidentally stammer over one another as you two splutter apologies helplessly. god heâs so happy your relationship is built open gushes of giggles instead of the splats of tears because if it werenât for that cute little accident? lyney was sure the second you opened your lovely lips to speak he wouldâve teared up.
he missed that voice telling him constant i love yous, the affectionate cradling of his face against your neck and the way you wouldnât hesitate to hold his flushed face within your cooling hands to comfort him after a particularly stress inducing performance.
WRIOTHESLEY â è±æŹ§æŻć©
you left the conversation with an âi love you.â so he knows that youâll come back to him.
however, the last time he blindly trusted the comforting words of a loved one, it ended with blood on his hands and a lengthy sentence at the fortress of meropide. luckily for his heart and your own, he knows your charms and honeyed words arenât for show and truly mean something.
wriothesley respects your boundaries and wishes to the t, he wonât speak to you like nothing at all happened but that doesnât mean he wonât be overly cautious when it comes to your behavioural patterns. if he notices this sentence of silence is clearly taking its toll on you, he will, with no hesitation, talk everything out with you.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
depending on the argument, heâll apologise first. if itâs rather undeniable that you were the one in the wrong however, heâll explain his feelings thoroughly until you apologise â the standard. he doesnât want this silence to end till the fortress of meropide overflows with primordial water so once you see multiple guards on your case more than ever, just know heâd like to talk to you.
NEUVILLETTE â éŁç»Žè±çč
fontaine has been drenched in rain for the past couple of days. every hour, every minute, every second neuvillette spends alone in his office makes him realise just how grand and solemn it is. everything is so mundane and banalâŠeven the cheerful mutters and chatters of the sweet melusines couldnât bring a smile to his face â much to the dismay of the little sigewinne who even so kindly brought him a cake to cheer him upâŠ
what makes it even worse is that everything reminds him of youâŠand oh god the muddied clouds have once again been cursed with rain. this unquenchable thirst for your presence cannot be ignored by a mere sip from his intricate cup and being the ever so carefully mindful iudex, neuvillette sees it more than fit to call this hopeless game of silence to quits.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
regardless of whoâs in the wrong, neuvillette apologises first. heâs sorry for letting this go so far, he shouldâve just trusted his gut and returned to your side even if it meant having to persuade you with his clever tongue or the coiling of his draconic tail around your leg to pull you sweetly closer.
honestly, if he could, heâd make this a punishment in the fortress of meropide for every couple. you committed a petty, technically non offensive crime? well instead of doing some charity work for the city, youâre not allowed by the side of your beloved for a few weeks.
ARLECCHINO â éżèŸć„èŻș
a bunny within the jaws of a spring locked beast thinking it can persuade the tides in their favour with silence? arlecchino is amused youâd think such cheap tomfoolery would work to solve through your problems.
âdarling, come here,â she taps her lap with her blood-stained nail, her eyes looking up at you greedily to soak up every single jitter of your movements as you alas fall onto your rightful throne, âmy dumb bunny,â arlecchino coos at you with that devilishly low hum of her voice. âdo you think the phrases ignorance is bliss, distance brings fondness, truly work within our relationship?â
arlecchino painfully grasps at your waist, that grip only loosening once you comfortably situate yourself on her thighs and lace your arms around her neck per routine. âiâd expect this behaviour from my children at the house of hearth, not you, angel.â she nibbles on your earlobe deliberately, forcing your lips to part just the way she likes. that perfect look of both surprise and desire; itâs a gorgeous display of your vulnerability.
âexplain to me your problems, or else we can be at this forever.â
no such thing as the silent treatment when the very epitome of a wordless shadow has betrothed you.
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close to you | rafe cameron
summary: you and rafe are together and no matter how long you two have been together, he still gets jealous. even if youâre admirers are 80% girls.
a/n: basically the jealousy trope but girls. bc i love girls :D
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rafe cameron wasnât the type to get jealous. at least, thatâs what he told himself, day in and day out. but when it came to youâhis girlfriend, the one person who had him wrapped around her fingerâhe couldnât help but feel a pang of something every time a group of girls swarmed around you.
it was always the same. the way theyâd giggle, whisper behind their hands, and act like they had some secret world he wasnât a part of. he didnât mind the guys; they were easy enough to brush off. a few sharp words and theyâd back off, retreating into the background where they belonged. but the girls? it was different. they didnât look at him like they were trying to size him up or steal him away. no, they acted like he wasnât even there.
and that, to rafe, was a problem.
âyou look good today, yn,â a girl would say as she sidled up beside you, eyes lingering just a little too long.
"thanks," you'd smile, not noticing the way rafeâs jaw clenched. you were always polite, always kind to everyone, but it did little to ease the tension in his chest.
heâd stand there, arms crossed, waiting for the moment to pass. but it never did.
âi canât wait to see you at the next surf competition, yn! iâm sure youâll crush it like always.â one of the girls would chirp, grinning like she had just made the most profound statement in the world.
rafeâs fingers dug into his palms as he glanced over at you, a possessive, yet proud look flashing across his face. he had to remind himself that it was because of you that all these girls were soâŠobsessed. you had that effect on people, on both guys and girls alike. it didnât matter how many times he told himself he should be happy for you, that you deserved all this attentionâthere was still that sharp edge of irritation whenever you were in the spotlight.
âyeah, canât wait to see you in action again,â another girl added, leaning in a little too close to you.
rafe resisted the urge to step in, though the thought of it brought an all-too-familiar feeling of frustration. you werenât just his girlfriendâeveryone knew that by now. yet somehow, you seemed to be this magnet for attention. people loved you. especially the girls.
but it wasnât just the compliments or the giddy talk of your next competition that bothered him. it was the fact that these girls seemed to have no problem showing up at boneyard parties just to catch a glimpse of you.
âi heard yn's gonna be at the party tonight. iâm so excited!â one of them said to her friend, eyes practically sparkling. âiâll be there early so i can get a good spot by the bonfire.â
rafe rolled his eyes, his hands curling into fists. you didnât even notice them, didnât care about any of this. you were just trying to enjoy yourself, trying to live your life, but it was like everyone wanted a piece of it. and most of all, they wanted a piece of you.
finally, rafe couldnât hold it in any longer. as the girls continued to talk and laugh around you, he walked up, his presence undeniably commanding. he slid his arm around your waist, pulling you close, his face a study in controlled frustration.
âletâs go,â he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. the girls hesitated, looking from him to you with a mix of confusion and intrigue.
ârafe, donât,â you whispered softly, reaching up to touch his arm, trying to calm him down.
he gave you a tight smile, but there was something unspoken in his eyes. his possessiveness wasnât something he liked, but when it came to you, it was almost uncontrollable.
âiâll catch you guys later,â he said, his tone colder than usual, and with that, he guided you away from the crowd.
as soon as you were out of earshot, you let out a soft laugh. âyouâre a little dramatic, you know that?â
âi donât like them around you,â he admitted, his voice low but serious. âitâs not like i think youâll do anything, yn. but youâre mine. and i hate how they act like youâre some prize to be won.â
you raised an eyebrow at him, a teasing smile on your lips. âand iâm supposed to be okay with you making a scene every time some girl talks to me?â
âyouâre my girl,â rafe repeated, his eyes narrowing with that familiar intensity. âwhy would i want anyone else thinking they can just get close?â
you shook your head, a playful smile curving your lips. âyou know i donât belong to anyone, rafe. but iâm with you. only with you.â
he snorted, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. âthatâs not the point. the point isâiâm not sharing, not now, not ever.â
âweâll see about that,â you teased, pushing his shoulder lightly as you continued to walk away from the crowds.
rafe couldnât help but laugh, even though he was still a little irritated. at least, for now, you were hisâwalking beside him, oblivious to the crowd and the chaos you left in your wake. he could live with that, for now.
âjust donât let them get too close next time,â he grumbled, eyes scanning the horizon as if daring anyone to make another move.
you rolled your eyes, but there was something in your expression that softened. âokay, rafe. iâll try. but i canât promise anything.â
âyeah, yeah,â he muttered, but the smile tugging at his lips said it all. for now, at least, he had you all to himself. and that, for him, was more than enough.
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What's Mine
SUMMARY: After months of secretly seeing each other, you and Tyler find yourselves caught between professional boundaries and personal desires. When a flirtatious rival pushes Tyler's jealousy to the surface, he claims you in a way that leaves no doubt about your relationship status-to you or anyone else.
A/N: sorry that these requests are taking so long! I appreciate everyone's patience as I try to juggle writing with Thank you to the person who sent the request for this one in. This one came from the prompt âIâm not the jealous type, but whatâs mine is mine.â I've had this one mostly done for a while (like a week or so) but the scene at the end just wasn't coming together the way I wanted it to. But I think I'm finally happy with the final result. Hope you like it! xx
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. Cursing (I assume, I'm not positive though). Smut (P in V, Unprotected)
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The bar was alive with energy, the hum of conversation and laughter mixing with the low strains of a country tune from the jukebox. Boone, Dani, Dexter, and Lily were engrossed in a heated pool game, their competitive banter rising above the noise. You and Tyler had claimed a small table near the edge of the room, tucked away just enough to let you watch the chaos unfold.
Tyler sat back in his chair, nursing a Budweiser. His long fingers tapped idly against the glass bottle, his eyes scanning the room with the kind of quiet intensity he always carried. You were close enough to feel his presence, that steady, grounding calm he exuded without even trying. But far enough apart to not draw suspicion from the rest of the team.
Your drink was nearly gone, and you stood, brushing your hand lightly over his shoulder. âIâm getting another. You want one?â
He glanced up at you, his lips quirking into a faint smile. âNah, Iâm good. Thanks, darlinâ.â
You nodded and made your way toward the bar. It was busy, and a line was forming as people crowded to get the bartenderâs attention. You leaned against the counter, letting out a soft sigh as you waited.
âHell of a storm today, huh?â
The voice came from your right, smooth and friendly. You turned to find a man standing beside you, his elbow resting on the bar. He was tall, with a confident grin and a storm-chaser logo stitched onto his jacketâa rival team.
âYeah,â you replied, keeping your tone polite but neutral. âDefinitely one to remember.â
âBet youâve got some good footage from it,â he said, his grin widening as he leaned in slightly. âYouâre with Owensâ team, right?â
You nodded, not bothering to hide the pride in your voice. âThatâs right.â
âLucky guy,â he said, his gaze lingering just a little too long. âI mean, you guys have a solid team. And... well, looks like youâre not just good at chasing storms.â
You raised an eyebrow, your smile tight. âAppreciate the compliment.â
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught movementâTyler. He was still at the table, but his body language had shifted. His posture was no longer relaxed; he sat forward slightly, his fingers wrapped tightly around the neck of his beer bottle. His sharp green eyes were locked on you, his expression unreadable but intense.
The man at the bar didnât seem to notice. He continued, his voice low and smooth. âIf you ever get tired of running with Owens, maybe you should give our team a shot. Weâve always got room for someone like you.â
You let out a dry laugh. âThanks but Iâll pass. Iâm pretty happy where I am.â
The man didnât back off, his grin turning slightly smug. âWell, if you ever change your mindâor just feel like grabbing a drink sometimeââ
âThanks, but no thanks,â you cut him off firmly, turning back to the bar as the bartender handed you your drink.
You glanced over your shoulder toward Tyler. He was still watching, his jaw tight, the muscle ticking in his cheek. His eyes flicked briefly to the man beside you before returning to yours. There was no mistaking the tension radiating from him.
You gave the man a polite nod before stepping away, leaving him at the bar as you made your way back to Tyler.
As you approached, Tylerâs gaze never left you. He set his beer down, his fingers drumming once against the table before he stood.
âEverything good?â he asked, his voice casual, but there was an edge to itâa quiet undertone that only you would catch.
âFine,â you replied with a small smile, though you couldnât resist teasing him just a little. âWhy do you ask?â
He shrugged, his expression neutral, but his eyes gave him away. âNo reason.â
You took a sip of your drink, watching him over the rim of the glass. His attention briefly flicked past you, toward the bar where the man still lingered. Tylerâs jaw tightened again, and he looked back at you, his gaze steady.
You raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to smile. âYou sure? Because you look like youâve got something on your mind.â
Tyler didnât answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against your lower back as he leaned in. âLetâs dance,â he said, his voice low and firm.
You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. âDance?â
âYeah,â he said, already guiding you toward the dance floor. His hand stayed on your back, the contact warm and steady as he maneuvered you through the crowd.
The dance floor was dimly lit, strings of lights crisscrossing overhead and casting a warm glow over the couples swaying to the music. The song was slow and soft, a welcome contrast to the energy of the bar. Tyler stopped just at the edge of the dance floor, turning to face you.
âHere?â you asked, feigning nonchalance even as your heart gave a little leap at the intent in his eyes.
âHere,â he confirmed, sliding his hands to your waist.
He pulled you closer, the motion smooth and confident, and suddenly the crowded bar felt a lot smaller. You placed your hands on his shoulders, your fingers brushing against the soft, worn fabric of his flannel. The scent of himâfaint cologne, beer, and the outdoorsâwrapped around you, grounding you in the moment.
The two of you moved together, the rhythm of the song dictating the slow, deliberate steps. Tylerâs grip on your waist tightened slightly, his thumb brushing against the hem of your shirt where it met your skin. His other hand rested lightly on your back, keeping you pressed against him.
But there was something in the way he held you tonightâsomething different. His movements were just a little firmer, his grip a little more possessive. You felt it in the tension radiating from him, in the way his eyes stayed locked on yours.
âYouâre tense,â you teased, tilting your head to study him.
âIâm fine,â he said, his voice a little too even, his expression unreadable.
Your lips quirked into a small smile. âYou sure? Because youâve been glaring at the bar like it owes you money.â
That earned a soft huff of laughter from him, but he didnât deny it. Instead, his gaze flicked past you, just for a moment. Curious, you glanced over your shoulder and spotted the storm chaser from earlier still lingering at the bar, his eyes darting toward you and Tyler on the dance floor. When you turned back to Tyler, his jaw was tight again, his green eyes darker than usual.
âOh my God,â you said, the realization dawning. A grin spread across your face. âYouâre jealous.â
His lips twitched, but he didnât smile. âNo, Iâm not.â
âYou so are,â you teased, leaning in just a little closer. âYouâve been staring him down ever since I got back.â
Tylerâs hand on your waist slid a fraction higher, pulling you tighter against him. His voice dropped, low and rough. âIâm not the jealous type,â he said, his eyes locking on yours, âbut whatâs mine is mine. And I didnât like how he was looking at whatâs mine.â
Your breath caught at the intensity in his tone, but you werenât about to let him off the hook so easily. âWhatâs yours?â you asked, your voice light but laced with challenge. "Not sure I know what you mean."
He didnât answer right away. Instead, his hand slid up your back, his other hand combing up and his thumb brushing along your jawline. The touch was intimate, deliberate. âYou know exactly what I mean,â he murmured, his voice just loud enough for you to hear.
You smiled, though your heart was pounding. âDo I? Because last I checked, thereâs no label on this... whatever this is. Weâre just keeping things casual, remember?â
His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of amusement breaking through his tension. âYouâre pushing your luck.â
âAm I?â you countered, tilting your head as if to test him. âBecause Iâm thinking maybe Iâll let him buy me my next drink. He seemed nice. Even offered to let me ride with him if I want.â
Tylerâs grip on you tightened, his jaw clenching visibly. âYou better watch that mouth of yours,â he warned, his voice low and steady, âbefore it gets you into trouble.â
You couldnât help the grin that spread across your face. Leaning in closer, you let your hand rest on his chest, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his flannel. The touch was casual enough to appear innocent, but the way his eyes darkened told you he didnât take it that way.
âWhat kind of trouble?â you asked softly, your voice teasing but edged with genuine curiosity.
Tylerâs lips twitched into a small, almost dangerous smile. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. âIf you keep running that little mouth of yours,â he said, his voice low and deliberate, âIâm gonna take you against the nearest surface I can find. And trust me, darlinâ, Iâll make sure everyoneâincluding himâknows exactly who you belong to. So unless you want us both taking a ride for indecent exposure tonight, I'd suggest you knock it off.â
A shiver ran down your spine, his words leaving you momentarily speechless. Before you could recover, the song shifted, transitioning into a faster tempo. Tyler pulled back, the satisfied glint in his eyes unmistakable as he saw the look on your face.
He grinned, spinning you out in a smooth twirl under his arm before pulling you back against him. His confidence was infuriatingly attractive, and you couldnât help but smile despite yourself.
And then, without warning, he dipped you low, his hand steady at your back as he leaned in and kissed you. The kiss was firm and unapologetic, a silent claim that left no room for doubt to anyone looking.
When he pulled back, his hand still cradling your back, you blinked up at him, your breath uneven. His gaze softened slightly, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
âSo,â he said, his voice quieter now but no less firm. âAre you done being a brat, or do I need to make things even more official?â
You laughed softly, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck. âI donât know,â you teased, still catching your breath. âI kind of like seeing you jealous.â
Tylerâs hand stayed firmly on your back as he guided you off the dance floor, weaving through the clusters of people. You were still reeling from the kissâyour lips tingling, your heart racing. His confidence had left you breathless, but there was also something grounding about his presence, his solid grip on you as though letting go wasnât an option.
As you reached your table at the edge of the bar, Tyler pulled you into a quieter corner where the music softened to background noise. His hand lingered on your waist, his thumb brushing idly over your hip as if staking his claim.
âSubtle,â you teased, leaning against the wall. âYou think that was enough for him to get the message?â
Tylerâs lips twitched into a small smirk, his green eyes glittering with amusement. âDon't care. I wasnât doing it for him,â he said, his tone low and deliberate.
For a moment, you forgot the noise of the bar, the crowd, and even the guy who had been flirting with you earlier. All you could focus on was Tylerâhis steady gaze, the way his hand still rested on your hip, and the unspoken promise in the way he stood so close to you.
âSo, what was that all about then?â you asked, tilting your head, your voice softer now.
Tyler leaned in slightly, his free hand bracing against the wall beside your head. The proximity was intoxicating, his warmth seeping into your skin.
âI told you,â he murmured. âWhatâs mine is mine. I donât care who knows it.â
Your heart did a little flip at his words, but you werenât ready to let him off the hook just yet. âBut we're still not official, though,â you pointed out, your tone teasing.
Tyler exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. âYou really donât let up, do you?â
âNot when I want something,â you shot back, your eyes glinting with challenge.
Tyler pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his hand resting on the side of your face as he caressed your jaw. âYou want official? Fine,â he said, his lips curling into a smirk, but his eyes held something moreâsomething tender.
Tyler leaned in, his forehead brushing yours as he lowered his voice to a near whisper. âCall me whatever you wantâboyfriend, lover, or just Tylerâbut as long as you call me yours, thatâs all I care about.â His thumb traced the line of your lips, and the weight of his words settled around you like a promise.
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, fierce and tender all at once. He kissed you slowly, his mouth lingering over yours, as if sealing the words heâd just spoken with a kiss that spoke louder than anything else. His hand cradled your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.
Tylerâs lips pulled away from yours, but his forehead stayed pressed against yours as he looked into your eyes, that mischievous spark returning to his gaze. He traced his thumb gently over your cheek, as though savoring the moment.
âSo,â he said, a teasing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, âwas that official enough for you, or are you gonna make me actually say it?â
You tilted your head, matching his grin, letting your fingers lightly graze the back of his neck as you gave him a playful challenge. âI think I kind of want to hear you say it,â you teased, your voice soft but laced with amusement.
Tyler sighed dramatically, his eyes rolling with mock exasperation, but it was clear he was enjoying this little moment just as much as you were. He leaned back slightly, a chuckle escaping him as he gave you a mock-serious look.
âDarlinâ,â he began, his voice dripping with affection and a touch of humor. âWill you please be my girlfriend?â
You burst into laughter, the sound light and carefree, as Tyler grinned at you, clearly pleased with himself. His hands found your waist again, pulling you closer as his lips quirked upward.
âSee?â he teased, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. âI sounded ridiculous, didn't I?â
You smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of the moment settle in. "I don't know...I kind of liked it,â you replied, a hint of sweetness in your voice. âThank you. I know you probably think it was stupid, but it was nice to hear.â
Tyler leaned in, brushing his lips over your forehead in a soft, affectionate kiss. âDarlin', I'll do whatever makes you happy. If that means saying it, then I'm happy to do it,â he murmured, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer again.
Your chest tightened at the honesty in his tone, and for a moment, all the teasing and banter fell away. This was realâso much more real than youâd expected it to be when the two of you started this quiet, undefined thing.
The moment hung between you, charged and intimate, until the sound of laughter from your team broke the spell. You glanced over Tylerâs shoulder to see Dani and Boone watching you from the pool table, their expressions ranging from amused to downright smug.
âLooks like the catâs out of the bag,â you said, your lips quirking into a small smile.
Tyler turned to follow your gaze, his hand dropping back to your waist. âGood,â he said simply. Then, louder, so the rest of the team could hear, he added, âYeah, weâre together. Anyone got a problem with that?â
The table erupted into laughter and a chorus of good-natured teasing, but no one seemed surprised. Dani shot you a knowing look, and Boone raised his beer in a mock toast.
You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you turned back to Tyler. âYou're as subtle as a freight train,â you teased.
He grinned, leaning down to brush a kiss against your temple. âYou love it,â he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear.
And he was rightâyou did.
As the night eased into a comfortable rhythm, the initial teasing about you and Tyler began to fadeâwell, mostly. The team had always been a tight-knit group, and now that the two of you were officially âout,â it seemed like fair game for them to poke fun.
Dani was the first to pounce, sidling up to your table after winning yet another round of pool. She leaned her cue against the wall and smirked. âSo, is this why you always rode shotgun with Tyler on every drive?â she asked, waggling her eyebrows.
Boone joined in, raising his beer. âOh, I get it now. âIâll navigate.â âIâm the best with maps.â Sure, thatâs why,â he said, making exaggerated air quotes.
Your face burned, but you couldnât help laughing. âI am good with maps,â you said defensively, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
Dexter, usually the quiet one, chimed in with a rare grin. âGuess that explains all the âextra stopsâ you two needed on those long drives. Thought it was weird how often you needed coffee breaks.â
You groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. âOh my god, you guys are impossible.â
Tyler, on the other hand, was taking it all in stride. He leaned back in his chair, his arm draped casually around your shoulders, the very picture of smug confidence. âJealousyâs a bad look on yâall,â he said, his lips twitching into a smirk.
Dani rolled her eyes. âPlease. Weâre not jealous. Just annoyed it took you this long to admit what we all already knew.â
Boone nodded in agreement. âSeriously, the way you two looked at each otherâlike a damn Nicholas Sparks movie. We were just waiting for the dramatic kiss in the rain.â
Tyler grinned, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. âWhat can I say? I like to keep things interesting.â
You shot him a look, though you couldnât hide your own smile. âInteresting is one word for it,â you muttered, leaning into his side despite yourself.
As the teamâs attention shifted back to their game, you stole a moment to glance up at Tyler. His green eyes met yours, and for a second, the noise of the bar faded away. He gave you a small, almost private smile, the kind that made your heart skip a beat.
When it was finally time to call it a night, the group began gathering their things. Dani slung her bag over her shoulder and paused by the door, looking back at the two of you with a mischievous glint in her eye. âHey, lovebirds,â she called out, her voice carrying over the music. âTry to keep it down tonight, okay? Some of us would like to actually get some sleep for once.â
Your cheeks went bright red as the rest of the team burst into laughter. âDani!â you protested, your voice high with embarrassment as you hid your face in Tylerâs shoulder.
Tyler, however, was completely unfazed. In fact, he looked downright pleased with himself. He tightened his arm around you, giving the group a lazy grin. âNo promises,â he said, his tone teasing but dripping with that cocky charm you both loved and hated.
The laughter grew louder as you groaned again, playfully smacking his chest. With his arm still wrapped around you, Tyler guided you out of the bar, his hand resting securely on your hip as you stepped into the cool night air. The laughter and teasing from your teammates still echoed in your ears, but you couldnât stop smiling.
âThink theyâll ever let us live this down?â you asked, glancing up at him.
Tyler chuckled, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. âNot a chance,â he said, pulling you closer. âBut as long as Iâve got you, I donât really care.â
You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked toward his truck.
The drive back to the motel was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional murmur of a country station playing on the radio. Tyler had one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on your knee, his thumb idly brushing over the fabric of your jeans. Every so often, heâd glance over at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth like he couldnât help himself.
But your mind was racing, and as much as you wanted to let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, you couldnât shake the doubt creeping in. Was what happened back at the bar real, or was it just Tyler getting caught up in the moment?
When you pulled into the motel parking lot, the tension was still simmering beneath your skin. Tyler parked the truck, turned off the engine, and hopped out, coming around to open your door like he always did. You followed him up the stairs to your room, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back.
The second the door clicked shut behind you, you turned to face him. âSoâŠâ you started, your voice careful, testing the waters.
Tyler paused, halfway through pulling his flannel shirt off. He tilted his head at you, a playful smirk teasing his lips. âSo?â he repeated, his tone light.
You crossed your arms, shifting on your feet. âWhat happened back there⊠at the bar,â you said, avoiding his gaze. âWas that real? Or are you gonna wake up tomorrow and tell the team it was all some big joke? Just you messing around for some laughs?â
The question hung in the air, and for a moment, you regretted saying anything. But then Tyler stepped closer, his flannel discarded on the back of a chair, leaving him in just his plain white t-shirt that clung to his frame in all the right ways.
âDarlinâ,â he said softly, his voice steady, âdo I look like Iâm joking to you?â
You glanced up at him, searching his face for any hint of hesitation. But all you saw was certainty.
âI meant every word I said tonight,â Tyler continued, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you a step closer. âYouâre mine. And I donât care who knows it.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his voice. âBut⊠you said we needed to keep things low-key,â you reminded him, though your voice wavered.
âThat was before,â he said simply, his thumb brushing along your side. âBefore I realized how much I hated watchinâ someone else try to take whatâs mine.â
The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill down your spine, but it was the tenderness in his eyes that made you melt.
âTylerâŠâ you whispered, but whatever you were going to say next was lost as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
It started slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. But as you kissed him back, threading your fingers through his hair, it deepened, his grip on your waist tightening as if he couldnât get close enough.
Tyler walked you backward until your legs hit the edge of the bed. His hands were everywhereâyour waist, your hips, the curve of your jawâeach touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his forehead resting against yours.
âDoes that feel like Iâm jokinâ?â he murmured, his voice rough and low.
You shook your head, your fingers still tangled in his hair. âNo,â you whispered, your lips brushing against his.
He grinned, that familiar cocky charm flashing through for just a second. âGood,â he said, leaning down to kiss you again.
The kiss deepened as Tyler pressed you back onto the bed, his hands trailing down your sides with a possessiveness that sent shivers through you. His touch wasnât rushedâno, Tyler Owens was deliberate, savoring every moment as though he had all the time in the world to prove his point.
When he pulled back, his lips were swollen, his hair slightly mussed from your fingers. The sight of him like thisâraw, unguardedâmade your heart race. He sat back on his knees, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. He tugged it up and then peeled it up over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. His hands roamed your bare skin, his touch warm and grounding, but his eyes were what made you feel like you were the only person in the world.
âLook at you,â he murmured, his voice roughened by desire. His thumb traced along the edge of your bra, just barely brushing your skin. âAll mine.â
His words sent heat coursing through you, and you couldnât help but arch into his touch. Tyler leaned down, his lips brushing the column of your throat.
âEvery inch of you,â he whispered, his breath warm against your skin, âbelongs to me.â
He kissed his way down, his lips teasing, his hands skillfully finding the clasp of your bra and unhooking it with ease. As he slid the straps from your shoulders, his gaze was reverent, almost awed.
âMy girl,â he said, his voice low. His hands moved to your waist again, hooking into the band of your jeans.
As the cool air hit your skin, you bit your lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape. Tyler noticed immediately, his sharp gaze flicking up to meet yours. His head tilted slightly, and his lips curled into a smirk that sent a wave of both heat and embarrassment through you.
âNone of that,â he said, his voice firm but teasing. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, coaxing it free from your teeth. âThey all know now, sweetheart. No need to hide.â
Your eyes widened, and you gave him a look that was part incredulous, part exasperated. âTyler, we canât âŠwhat if we get a noise complaint!â
He chuckled, the sound deep and rich as his hands slid down to rest on your hips, his thumbs tracing slow, maddening circles.
âI donât care about a noise complaint,â he said, leaning down until his lips were barely an inch from yours. âThe team knows. Hell, everyone at the bar knows. But nowâŠâ His smirk widened, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. âNow itâs time every chaser in this motel knows who you belong to.â
âTyler,â you started, but before you could get another word out, his mouth was on yours again, silencing your protest. His kiss was commanding, his hands sliding over your body in a way that left no room for doubt about his intentions. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes blazing with something primal.
âNow,â he said, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your flushed skin. âWho do you belong to?â
You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, he shifted, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear. His tongue flicked against your skin, and the combination of his touch and his words sent a bolt of pleasure straight through you.
âTyler,â you moaned, his name spilling from your lips before you could stop yourself.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, that infuriatingly smug smirk firmly in place. âThatâs right, baby,â he said, his voice like a low growl. âSay it again.â
You glared at him, your face heating with both embarrassment and arousal, but the challenge in his eyes only spurred you on. âYou,â you said breathlessly, your voice trembling with need. âI belong to you.â
His grin softened slightly, turning into something warmer, something that made your chest ache. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, and when he pulled back, his hand slid to the small of your back, holding you close.
âThatâs my girl,â he murmured, and the possessiveness in his voice was tempered by an unmistakable tenderness.
As he kissed you again, deeper this time, your earlier doubts and insecurities melted away. Tyler wasnât just claiming youâhe was showing you, in every touch and every word, that he meant it.
Tylerâs hands moved over your body with a slow reverence, his touch igniting sparks wherever his fingertips lingered. The playful smirk that had been on his face earlier softened into something elseâsomething deeper. His eyes locked on yours, his gaze steady and intense as if he wanted to commit every detail of this moment to memory.
He finished undressing you as he slid your panties agonizingly slow down your legs, letting them fall away as his hands brushed your hips. The air felt charged like you were both standing on the edge of something bigger than either of you could name.
âYouâre beautiful,â he murmured, his voice husky but carrying a weight of sincerity that made your chest tighten.
Your hand found its way to his face, fingers brushing the sharp line of his jaw. âTylerâŠâ you whispered, but you couldnât find the words to finish. The look in his eyesâunwavering and full of something unspokenâwas undoing you.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, and then the tip of your nose. Each kiss felt like a promise, slow and deliberate. His hands framed your face as he kissed you fully again, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that took your breath away.
He shifted, guiding your body beneath his as he shed the last of his clothing, his movements unhurried but purposeful. The heat of his skin against yours was electric, but it was the way he looked at youâlike you were the only thing in the world that matteredâthat had your heart pounding.
Tyler paused for a moment, his weight braced above you, his forehead resting against yours. His hand brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek.Â
âI need you to know,â he said, his voice low but steady. âThis isnât justâŠâ He hesitated, searching for the right words. âThis isnât just about wanting to fuck you. Itâs more than that.â
Your breath hitched at his words, the raw vulnerability in them wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss, your lips conveying everything you couldnât put into words.
When he finally started to push inside you, the moment felt like time had stopped. His movements were slow, measured, as if he were afraid of rushing it. This wasnât like the other times youâd been with Tyler before. Every time before had felt like it was just physical. Practically ripping clothes off of each other and hot and heated kisses him getting inside of you as fast as he could.
But this timeâŠthis time his touches were just a little softer. His kisses were just a little deeper. And the way he was holding you, like he was cherishing you made you swoon.
As he moved with you, his hands roamed your body. He murmured your name like a prayer, each syllable dripping with affection. And when your hand gripped his shoulder, your nails digging slightly into his skin, he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips lingering as if he couldnât bear to pull away.
You couldnât stop the small sounds that escaped your lips, your body responding to his in ways that felt like second nature. But it wasnât just physicalâthere was something so much deeper in the way he held you, the way his hand laced with yours, fingers intertwining as though he needed to feel connected to every part of you.
It wasnât long before the tension building between you both crested, your body trembling in his arms as your climax washed over you. Tyler held you close, whispering soothing words in your ear. When he followed moments later, his face buried in the crook of your neck, the quiet groan that escaped his lips sent another shiver down your spine.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, your breathing the only sound in the room. Tyler finally shifted, rolling to his side but pulling you with him so that you stayed nestled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as though letting go was not an option.
He pressed a kiss to your hair, his lips lingering there as he murmured, âI meant it, you know. Youâre mine.â
You looked up at him, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. âAnd youâre mine,â you said softly, the words feeling like a vow.
His lips curved into a soft smile, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your back. âDamn right, I am.â
As you lay there, tangled together in the quiet aftermath, the weight of the moment settled over you. This wasnât just another night, another stolen moment of passion. This was the start of something newâsomething real.
And as Tyler held you close, his breathing evening out as sleep began to claim him, you couldnât help but think that for the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly as it should.
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Reader as the Aeons âMotherâ
HEAVILY inspired by: @deathcvltcivilofficial
CW: yandereâŠ.? I thinkâŠ.?
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Aha: The prankster middle child. They do pranks to gain your attention, weather itâs you scolding them or laughing along side them. Theyâd do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to keep your eyes on THEM.
Akivili: A responsible child, who tries to keep things orderly yet also fun. They try to parent AHA when theyâre about to pull a prank that miiiiiiiight tip you over the edge of your patience and sanity.
Ena: âYOU ATE YOUR FUCKING SIBLING!!!?â you yelled in anger at Xipe, who stared with a nervous smile and nervously sweating âN-noooooâŠâŠ~ EheâŠ..â
Fuli: Another responsible child. Similar to Akivili, tried to keep things calm and peaceful, yet is often told off and ignored. Doesnât care though, as long as theyâre on your good side.
HooH: The most responsible and the oldest child. The aeons listen to him the most whenever your away. He keeps things balanced, allows Aha to continue their pranks but not to a major extent.
IX: The most nervous and anxious one. Needs your attention on them at all times or else theyâll believe you hate them. Theyâd also listen to your word like lawâas do all the aeonsâbut they do it to a EXTREME EXTENT.
Idrilia: Ever so slightly snobby, as they LOVE to flaunt their beauty, Claiming themselves the favorite as you gave THEM the most beautiful appearance and personality. Besides being slightly egotistical and prideful, theyâre one of the kindest and gentle aeons, just donât try to claim yourself as THEYRE gods Favorite. That title rightfully belongs to THEM.
LAN: The second youngest and responsible child. Will only try to kill Yaoshi 60 times a week only because you want them to get along, which will never happen. Any type of blasphemy that dares to taint your name is instantly struck down by their arrows.
Long: Your pet dragon. Always wraps itself around your neck as a scarf so they can cool you down or nuzzle up to you. Has fights with Idirlia on them declaring themselves as âthe favoriteâ when itâs clearly THEMSELVES.
Mythus: Fuliâs creation. They taught mythus to respect you the most and that they must stay responsible and never lose their sight on their goal. So, when the Droidhead (Nous) was starting to annoy them, they made it their mission to Fuck with it. Mythus only holds respect towards you and Fuli, and is the grandchild that loves their grandparent more then their parent.
Nanook: Another attention seeker of yours. Doesnât matter what kind of attention you give THEM, they love it no matter what. Gets into âcompetitionsâ fights with Aha for your attention and has to get held back by Qlipoth from going overboard. Also theyâre most definitely the most problematic and rebellious.
Nous: A snobbish dick. Doesnât care enough to prove itself as your favorite, because itâs obvious that you DO favor them. Let the dragon and idiotic beauty creature battle their meaningless battles, such battles isnât logical to take part in when they know theyâre the best.
Oroboros: A prankster, but not to the extent of aha. Pulls simple pranks like the water bucket ontop of a door, eating the fridge wholeâŠ. Ya know. The basics. Theyâre the most silent yet also more verbal in their attraction towards you, nuzzling up to your body and trying to lick your divine skin, only to get slapped away by your little dragon (I just realized how wrong this sounded)
Qlipoth: Another responsible child. His determination to keep things simple for you always preserves, they look to HooH for guide on how to keep things moving perfectly for you. (see what I did there? đâŠ.đâŠ. Fuck yall too, lame ass cuâ)
Tayzzyronth: A child who spreads his creations around to âspread your graceâ yet fails miserably. Theyâre a âboy failureâ who propagates a shit ton to be successful and worthy of your praise/attention, only to fail.
Terminus: The youngest child, only ever shows itself to you. Hates the other aeons and spreadâs prophecies to better the universe in a way they KNOW youâll be proud of.
Xipe: Your still mad at her for absorbing their sibling, but she tries to make it up. Despite absorbing her sibling, they also try to keep things harmonious (Ahhh? Ahhhh?! đâŠ.okay Iâll stop)
Yaoshi: A suck up. The ultimate suck up. She sings your praises a healthy 1 sextillion second a day. All shrines that are made for you was likely âcommissionedâ by her. Sheâs your maid, whatever you want sheâll spend her life making sure you get it. Also drags IX with her when sheâs doing it. When sheâs not away from you she uses her multiple hands to massage your body and get touchy with you.
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thirdâs times the charm!
in which you try to confess three times before rin finally understands your feelings
itoshi rin x reader : mainly just fluff, a bit of angst of readers part, no proofreading + likes n reblogs r rlly appreciate ily <3
rin has always been an enigma, as if hes from another world - an alien like figure on your life yet a constant, like an orbit from another galaxy orbiting around you. slowly, youve grown fond of him and suddenly, its no longer just a friendahip - your heart is pumping weirdly, your palms are sweaty, your throat goes dry the second youre beside him (which is most of the time but hey!) maybe its part of growing up, you tell yourself, but deep down this is the âloveâ youâve seen in storybooks, manga, movies. denial is always the first thing, avoiding rin during break times, opting to go with your other class friends. eventually, you fall back to the same routine, beside him for lunch in class, stealing the candies he brought (specially for you, he wants to confess but he doesnt.) and of course with love, the next step should be confession as all fourteen year olds rationalise, and thus began your attempt at rizzing confessing to itoshi rin who has become your star.
#1 âVALENTINE CHOCOLATE?!
as all mangas and love story dictates: a gift during valentine practically screams a love confession, if not already hinted by the hearts clumsily pasted onto the heart-shaped box containing your own hand-made chocolates. of course, it comes with a sort of insecurity - what if he doesnt like it? what if he doesnt see me that way? what if our friendship forever changes? what ifs? yet, you held on tightly to the chocolate, walking into class to rin. until you see your own desk beside his flooded with valentine chocolates addressed to rin himself where all of the sudden, you wished to run away far away, you wished to live just in solitude by the ocean, you wish to pretend to be sick and go back home and cry again and again. its stupid, you think, youre just another person in love, youre nothing special. yet, when rin looks at you with sparkling eyes at your chocolates unlike anyone else, you feel as though youre at the top of the war, youre like diamond amongst the rest, that maybe rin sees you differently.
âis that for me?â if he didnt looked so expectant, so hopeful, you might have just not given it to him, simply from the pile of chocolates (that you hope hell pass to you after valentines, and he does.) on the desks. you nodded, passing it to him with a awkward smile. he doesnt get the hint you think, as he opens it without hesitation to eat one - his usual grimace that melted into a small smile changed into a grin, chewing happily onto the overly sweet chocolate you made. you want to be mad, that youll always be in competition with everyone, but when he smiles like that, youve got no choice but to look at him like hes built the very world for you, like hes your star in the dark, like hes your own galaxy.
its now or never. whats the worst that can happen? - that your friendship is forever broken, that your heart is shattered by his own hands, that youll never ever see him the same way again And heâll never see you again?! âi.. i like you..!â courage, right, thats what those mangas would call it, but deep down it was just an impulse, as if you were born to say it to him, born to love him, like you were soulmates. he doesnt even blink, replying back with about the worst thing someone can hear when they confess : âi hope so? weâre friends.â with the most deadpan voice that had you question everything. nothing like this happens in those romance mangas - he should have either said yes or no! not an in-between?! this doesnt match up to any calculations, not by your friends, not by romance mangas, not by any youtube videos could have prepared you for that response.
nonetheless, you went home with a plastic bag with all of itoshiâs confession chocolates. thats a win? sort of. but its clear that you need a more straightforward approach to get your romantic intention, NOT platonic intention across.
#2 â CONGRATULATIONAL FLOWERS?!
after long months of cringing at the first failure attempt at confessing, and long days of rereading cheesy love mangas to gather ideas, it was finally time for round 2. this time not because of simply encouragement, but from the bursting butterflies in your heart. ever since that, your lovesickness have only gotten worst - if hanahaki was real, no doubt flowers would be pouring out of your lungs from the amount of love that has grown roots into your heart. every moment felt like straight from a k-drama through rose tinted lenses, every action of his felt like a confession, every second with him felt like heaven. and enough was this barrier called embarrassment, fear, cowardice to stop you from pursuing. another year had passed and now each second is like diamond - counting down every second to when lunch starts, to a free period, to after school, to after club - anytime where you can maybe, just maybe spot rin even if he ocassionally runs off for football training that had only lasted longer until the sun sets after the argument with his brother.
deep down, even though youve never met sae, you wished you did just to punch him - for now rin has only grown more distant, whilst your feelings had grown more deeper. like oil and water, you no longer merge together as one, and perhaps this is the last chance to confess before he eventually disappears. growing up is hard, but maybe losing him would be the scariest and hardest part. yet, here you are, still attending all his football matches, waiting for him in the air-conditioned library until the clock ticks to when the school gates closes to find him, waiting for him to come back to you.
flowers. longing and yearning - cameilia and carnation replied back all those cliche love mangas. and so, you saved up for weeks just to buy an overly expensive bouquet - one that seemed out of place with your bags or rinâs everexpanding confession gifts. would it be a rejection, a success? a repeat of the previous year, another retry of last yearâs failed confession, just that this time he might just get the idea? hiding the flowers in a separate bag, because certainly this could count as romantic, and youd rather do away with gossips or talks. yet of course, fate strikes again.
âthanks..? its alright to not get gifts for my football matches win though, its nothing major anyways.â and suddenly you take it back. you rather he just thanked you for it platonically. in what world do friends get romantic flowers with ribbons and all sort of decorations for a simple congratulations for a no-name match?! perhaps you two were never meant to be, and this had to be a sign from the gods or something, you concluded. you blinked and laughed it off, your mind spinning with all sort of thoughts - was this his way of rejecting you?! was he truly this clueless or is he trying to let me down?! suddenly all the fantasies and daydreams had fallen flat - this is real life. there is no true school romance, that rhese are feelings left better unsaid as your parents and adults in your life say. teenage love never last, they say - but in this case, they dont work, or at least for you. maybe, your teenage life would be the same mundane, boring ones - filled with just waiting for rin, doing homework, talking with friends, one that is filled with love and normalacy but never the exciting and romantic films you see on tv.
and maybe, just maybe, youve given up on pursuing itoshi rin romantically for the time being. but thats alright, as long as you were friends, youd stay together forever right?
#3 â CONFESSION FOR YOU UNSAID?!
youve lived the rest of your mundane life, completing routines after routines as if its a time loop. maybe, that failure had affected you, brushing off datdreams quickly. growing up meant to be logical, to not blush like a teenage kid, to not linger on hopeless love and dreams - you tell yourself. and rin is still here, like the sun to the earth, always orbiting around you. as long as the world continues to hold you two together as though connected by red strings, itd be alright.
yet, it stings when he tells you about blue lock. its evil, its bitter, its jealousy, its anger that pumps through your very veins. just as rin and you were falling back to back then, where you guys were connected by the hips, to when you had first been enchanted by his star-like eyes. you want to blame the world, the universe for being so cruel. you want to lock yourself, trap yourself in your room, throwing away the key. yet, theres only limited days with itoshi rin, and youd rather die than not be with him until the very end. even if its to the end of your friendship, your dream, your life with you and him together. whether that is to bring him to old arcades where tou two once played, bring him to the old now run-down convenience store where you and him went after school to get lunch, bring him to the mall to take your final photos and lucky charms with him. each moment now even more precipus than previous ones - and suddenly you understand the saying âdistance makes the heart grow fonderâ. its love. you know its love, you knew since you were 14 when you gave him the chocolates, you knew since you were 15 when yoi presented him a bouquet, and you know now that youre 16 about to send him off to another world you can never reach.
its selfish when you blurt it out as he was half-way out of your door after your last sleepover. its out of desperation, out of feelings youve kept hidden in an bottle that is now exploding. its impulsive, its unconscious - the way youve just confessed to him that you loved him. âi love youâ theres no way to misinterpret that. maybe heâll tell you theres bo need to be sentimental, that hell be back (you were convinced he wouldnt.), that its cringe. yet, its silence that fills the room and all you wished to do was to run back to your room, to cry into the pillows, to read all those hopeful love mangas.
â.. i hope you meant it.. i love you too.â its anticlimatic, theres no dramatic scene of profession of love the way mangas portray it, yet you think that theres nothing more than you need. its the most itoshi rin (though youve never thought hed ever say love in a context outside of horror movies and games) and yet, its the words that you longed and yearned for for years by now, its the dream youve been daydreaming in class and in bed, its the life yoive envisioned as you look at him from the stands. and perhaps the world has finally answered your prayers, your musings, your complaints.
thirdâs the charm they say - and you for once agree with those stupid sayings because on your third attempt of confession did you finally get to be with itoshi rin.
#itoshi rin x reader#bllk x reader#bluelock x reader#blue lock x reader#rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin fluff#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#ineedarinsobad#rin.<3
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