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maudiemoods · 7 months ago
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Yow outfits WOO
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synthetic-sonata · 4 months ago
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oh i should post sketches here huh . Uhhhh . get BLASTED ! last ones a little heavy i just have normal thots ab robots.
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stellacadente · 2 months ago
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person on the bus who didn't free the disabled seats they were occupying with their most likely abled ass and their fucking BAG when an old person with a cane got on and was searching for a seat you will go to hell i'll make sure of it
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seresinhangmanjake · 22 days ago
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What if feyd's wife brought up the idea of having another child? How will he react? I loved his boy and all of your fics btw. You're a great writer!!!
Feyd-Rautha x wife!reader
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Summary: You want another baby, but after what happened with your first pregnancy and birth, Feyd is hesitant. 
Warnings/Notes: Thank you for your kind comments, anon. I hope you like this! Mentions of smutty stuff but not anything extreme. I'm still gonna go with 18+ though. I don't think there's anything else. Typos, I'm sure. This is also part of the His series, but you don't have to read it first.
Words: 1400
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Your bottom lip is worn raw. You’ve spent three hours nibbling on the delicate skin as you stare at the ceiling, waiting for the sun to rise. When it finally does, your little boy stirs in the bed between you and Feyd—nightmares, poor thing—but he quickly settles back into sleep, his lips parted with light snores. 
Iron seeps onto your tongue. Swiping your finger over your mouth, it pulls back coated in red. “Wonderful,” you mutter.
“What did you do?” Your husband asks, making you gasp and shoot up in bed. He chuckles, his brow drawing close at your skittishness. Careful not to disturb Fionn, he pulls back the covers and walks over to your side. His palm cups your chin. His thumb runs over your lip, collecting a droplet before sticking it in his mouth with a wicked grin that makes you playfully roll your eyes. “Morning,” he says, leaning in to kiss you. 
You press a peck to his lips. “Morning.”
“That’s all I get?” 
You debate not doing this, not dragging down another morning, but you can’t help it. It's an impulse at this point. Unable to be contained. 
“I want to talk about it,” you say.
Feyd’s features solidify into stone and he straightens his spine. “We already talked about it,” he replies before turning for the bathroom. You hop up and follow after him, closing the door behind you as Feyd twists a knob so water can cascade into the deep tub. 
“I want to talk about it again.” Ignoring you, he puts his hand under the water to test its warmth. “I’m not going to let it go.”
“No, you’re not, are you.”
“You honestly don’t want another one?”
“What I want is my wife alive,” he says as he strips off his silken sleep pants. “I already had to watch you die once.”
“I didn’t die.”
Feyd’s chest inflates. He’s been holding in an explosion for days and you don’t know how long he can manage that. “Fionn won’t be up for hours,” he says, getting into the tub and finding a comfortable position. “Come join me.”
“Feyd–”
“Clothes off.”
You sigh and slide the straps of your nightgown down your shoulders until it falls to your feet. With your hand in Feyd’s, you step into the pool of heated water and get cozy with your back to his chest. You lean your head against his shoulder as he takes hold of both of your hands, his fingers playing with yours. 
“I didn’t die,” you remind him, keeping a softness to your voice. You tilt your chin back and plant a kiss on his jawline to ease the truth of your argument so it doesn’t induce a bout of rage. You’re good at that, after years of dealing with his fits. 
“I thought you did,” he says. “For a moment, I felt it as if you did.”
“I know, but–”
“What if it were me?” he says, and your heart leaps into your throat at the suggestion. “Would you want me doing something again that almost killed me the first time?”
That's not exactly fair, and you want so desperately to spit those words right back at him. It’s not as if you haven’t had to catch your breath once or twice when he goes up against a prisoner who has not yet lost the skills that came from years of training on their home planet. You’ve cleaned up a few nicks on your husband’s skin from a blade, and yet, he continues to fight without you saying a word about it. Even if it went against your wishes, he would continue. 
“I watch you in the arena all the time,” you tell him.
“That’s not the same. You know I’m going to survive,” he says, and you hate that you can’t argue his point because you do know that. He’s too skilled. The nearest he’s come to serious harm—harm that would not have even come close to resulting in his death—was against an Atreides. And while it was a harder fought duel, there was nothing sloppy about it. Feyd still ended the life of that man with the beautiful maneuvers of a practiced warrior.
Reaching for the last bit of logic you can, you say, “You don’t know that I won’t survive.”
Your husband groans, a rumble that vibrates against your back. “I don’t know that you will,” he says. “Don’t you understand that? I need you. Fionn needs you.”
“Feyd–”
“I love you and you would dare to leave me. You’re fighting me on this for the second time now.”
You swallow hard, trying to remove the lump in your throat, before you twist your body so you’re facing him. The water sloshes over the edge of the tub as your legs straddle his hips, but neither of you give the mess and ounce of attention. Your fingers weave at the back of his neck. 
“I’m not leaving you,” you tell him. “I’m not leaving Fionn. I just want to bring more into our lives.”
“We don’t need more,” he says. “I don’t want more.”
His words poke a needle through your chest and into pumping organ behind your ribcage. “At all? You’ve never imagined it? A brother for Fionn? A little girl you could train to be as strong as you?”
Feyd’s eyes fall from yours. His fingers tighten at your waist. “Stop it,” he demands, and by the way he continues to avoid your stare you suddenly see that he has, in fact, thought about it; that it has been considered. All this time, you’ve assumed he brushed off the idea without so much as bothering to picture what another child would be like for your little family. But no. You were wrong. And you wonder what images of that future he’s conjured up in that mind of his. What scenarios he’s denied the possibility of simply because he is scared. 
“You have imagined it.”
Feyd huffs. “So what?”
“What’s it like?”
“Without you?” he asks. “Miserable.”
“And with me?”
Your husband takes a deep breath that exhales as a slow but heavy stream of air through his nose. “I told you to stop.”
“I can’t.” You press your forehead into his. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you in closer. “Feyd, I can’t. Can’t we just try?”
Feyd leans back and looks up at you, examining your features with an intensity that suggests he doesn’t already know the shapes and planes of your face by memory. It brings forth a blush that heats your cheeks; a blush he’s always able to work out of you, one way or another, even after nearly seven years together. It makes you want to make your baby right now, and if he agreed, and if your son was not sleeping just in the other room, you would. You’d touch him and harden him and slide down onto him, writhing and shifting your hips until he was groaning and filling you. 
“Please,” you whisper. Your hands plant on his cheeks. Your thumbs run across the sharp edges of his cheekbones and you move in to capture his lips in a kiss that then travels to his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. “Please,” you say between more kisses. You say it again, punctuating the word with a little nibble on his collarbone. 
Feyd shifts underneath you. You can feel him grow thicker against your core. With a suck in of air, he pushes your hips down harder onto his lap, but then he holds you still. And it’s for the best. You weren’t trying to start something anyway, not here, not now. 
“We’ll talk to the doctor,” he says as you rest your head into the crook of his neck. Relief floods your whole body. “But if he says no, then it’s not happening. And if he says yes but then something happens to you, I’m killing him, so you should be prepared for that.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” you swear to him. And you do believe that, genuinely, in your heart of hearts. “And I’m always prepared for you to end someone's life. I wouldn't have married you if I thought you'd be any different.”
Feyd almost chuckles. “You didn't have a choice in marrying me.”
“Yes, but I wanted to marry you anyway,” you tell him. “Murder and all.”
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A/N: thank you for reading. Let me know what you think. If you have any ideas or thoughts on the His series, I am open for requests.
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lizlovestofangirl · 8 months ago
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have you ever considered a coquette! gf and luke 👉🏻👈🏻 teeheeeee 🌷🎀🤍 ur smaus give me a purpose in life and a will to live 🥹
"my good looking boy"
luke castellan x daughterofaphrodite!coquette!reader
smau - luke loves his girl so much he lets her walk him like a dog (but coquettley )
🎧 - good looking by suki waterhouse
a/n: ahhhh i love this request! (btw u give me a will to live) i can just picture luke being difficult with everyone else and then letting his girl put bows in his hair and like him sleeping in her fancy pink bed AHHHH IM DYING (also percabeth is PERCABETHING in this)
*possible swearing and suggestive content, not checked so there could be mistakes*
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yn_yln he loves bows now
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larueclarisse LMAO U HAVE HIM WHIPPED
yn_yln 🐕‍🦺
iamchrisrodriguez LMFAOOOOO
_groverunderwood yikes luke you just got called a dam dog
percy.jackson me personally id never take that
whosannabeth yes you would
percy.jackson yes i would
itslukecastellan and im the whipped one??
percy.jackson stfu
larueclarisse marry me??? 💍
yn_yln I DO
itslukecastellan what 🙂
silenaaaa SO CUTE Y/N
yn_yln YOU SEL
itslukecastellan i ��️ my gf
yn_yln i ❤️ my bf
silenaaaa I CANNOT W THIS I LOVE LOVE
itslukecastellan where are my photo creds for the first picture????
yn_yln photo credits for the first picture go to this little shit head
whosannabeth @percy.jackson you'd take that too shithead
percy.jackson yeah...
yn_yln 🐕‍🦺
_groverunderwood that dam bow
yn_yln still concerned about the timing of this original joke
percy.jackson @itslukecastellan wheres ur dignity man
itslukecastellan 🤷
whosannabeth IGNORE PERCY THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER SEEN
yn_yln i ❤️ my annabeth
itslukecastellan i thought you ❤️ me?
yn_yln know your place pretty boy
rachel.edare coquette bf
yn_yln duh gotta match the aesthetic
hi_imtyson 🎀
yn_yln MISS YOU TYSON
larueclarisse where can i get one of those shirts?
iamchrisrodriguez please dont answer that
yn_yln i'll send you the link 😘
iamchrisrodriguez shit
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itslukecastellan she thinks im pretty (ft. this week's flowers)
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iamchrisrodriguez STOP UR KILLING MY RELATIONSHIP
itslukecastellan just do better chris
yn_yln yeah be like luke (this is the only time you will ever hear this advice from anyone)
larueclarisse hello is want flowers too???!?!??
yn_yln lmao
silenaaaa where do u find one of this kind
yn_yln the pound go for the ones w daddy AND mommy issues
itslukecastellan jesus y/n
yn_yln 😊😊
percy.jackson ur ugly
itslukecastellan ur uglier
percy.jackson nuh uh
itslukecastellan yuh huh
percy.jackson nuh uh
itslukecastellan yuh huh
whosannabeth ignore percy. again.
itslukecastellan ive gotten very good at it
larueclarisse REAL
iamchrisrodriguez not real clar he pisses u tf off
larueclarisse 💐???
_groverunderwood those dam bows again
percy.jackson HAHAHAAHA
yn_yln pretty sure thats a laugh of trauma
itslukecastellan quit grover
yn_yln i love you
itslukecastellan is love you more
yn_yln WHERE ARE MY PHOTO CREDS FOR THE SECOND PICTURE??? HMMM???
itslukecastellan this little rat took the second photo
rachel.edare 🐕‍🦺
itslukecastellan i hate you 🙂
yn_yln's story
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percy.jackson im holding this against him forever
yn_yln good pls do
view reply from itslukecastellan:
itslukecastellan youre lucky i love you or else i would not let you expose me like this
yn_yln love you too castellan
view reply from larueclarisse:
larueclarisse IM CRYING
larueclarisse YOU SHOULDVE SEEN THE LOOK ON HIS AND CHRIS'S FACES WHEN THEY SAW THIS
larueclarisse LUKE TURNED EVERY SHADE OF RED AND CHRIS LOOKED LIKE HE MIGHT SHIT A BRICK
yn_yln LMAOOOO
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silenaaaa y/n you cant have other campers in our cabin
yn_yln but you love love
silenaaaa fair
silenaaaa wait
silenaaaa wait what kind of love 😏
yn_yln JEEZ NOT THAT KIND
yn_yln just posted a story
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itslukecastellan im blushingggg
yn_yln good
view reply from iamchrisrodriguez:
iamchrisrodriguez Y/N STOPPPP
yn_yln no
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whosannabeth how much do u think i'll have to pay percy to do this?
yn_yln nothing hed do anything for u
whosannabeth oh wait true
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lewisvinga · 8 months ago
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beyond meat | lewis hamilton x fem! reader
summary; a peak into the lives of internet’s favorite vegans couple
fc; samira ahmed
warning; suggestive comments,
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote
note; requested ! my requests are closed atm!
masterlist !
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yourusername: walks w the best boy + fig and brie salads after !
tagged; roscoelovescoco
roscoelovescoco: love’s you’s 🐶🩷 liked by yourusername !
georgerussell63: we all know you were fighting the urge to say ‘without daddy’
yourusername: i really do love roscoe’s daddy yes i do 😇
georgerussell63: you are WICKED
username: bro😭😭
username: ugh SHES GORGEOUS
username: im not vegan but those salads look immaculate
username: my queen
lewishamilton: 😍 liked by yourusername !
lewishamilton: i’m gonna need one of those salads when i’m back btw
yourusername: bold of you to assume i didn’t buy enough brie and fig to last us 2 weeks
username: need a vegan recipe book asap
yourusername: i’m working to post them on my story so you guys don’t have to pay!:))
username: THE PEOPLES PRINCESS
carmenmmundt: missing your vegan cooking rn😖😖
yourusername: lmk when ur in town babe, i’ll cook for uuuuuu🫶
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yourusername: what a wonderful week of amazing vegan eats! vanilla cupcakes, tofu scramble tacos, fruit bowls, fruit smoothies, and oat milk lattes ft post dinner food comas ���😴😴
tagged; roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton
yourusername: recipes are all on tiktok btw my loves!
username: tysm queen 🙏🙏
roscoelovescoco: 🐶🩷🩷 liked by yourusername !
lewishamilton: wow, you’re gorgeous, my love
yourusername: lewwwww🥹🥹
lewishamilton: you truly know the way to me heart!
yourusername: good thing cooking is my love language 😁
username: oh to look like y/n..
username: i’d be vegan for y/n tbh
carmenmmundt: 😍🩷 liked by yourusername !
francisca.cgomes: wowwwww😍🤤 liked by yourusername !
username: y/n!!! what do you think abt beyond meat??🤔🤔
georgerussell63: DONT ask her that.
yourusername: ignore george !!! but i’m not the biggest fan, i love cooking so i try to make everything from scratch 😊😊
username: gosh she’s so nara smith coded
username: george what do u mean by that 🤨🤨
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yourusername: no i don’t like beyond meat
tagged; lewishamilton
yourusername: but i’d eat his beyond meat
georgerussell63: ENOUGH I’VE HEARD THIS BEYOND MEAT JOKE TOO OFTEN
yourusername: well, too bad!
lewishamilton: nothing i can do abt it mate 🤣georgerussell63
username: GEORGE?? LMAOO
username: her comment after IM SCREAMING😭😭
lewishamilton: 🫣🫣🫣
yourusername: 🤫😁😁
username: so her comment is what george meant by not asking her abt beyond meat
username: y/n rlly won the lottery 😖
lilymhe: tell ur man i want u
yourusername: and you tell your man i want u 2
alex_albon: wait….
lewishamilton: no can do, she already said she wants my beyond meat😇😇
georgerussell63: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO MOREEE lewishamilton
lewishamilton: sorry? georgerusseell63
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prettylittledollswork · 4 months ago
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Hello!! I have a request for you!
Malleus x fem reader where he takes her to Briar Valley and he shows her different rooms in the castle until they stumble upon an empty ballroom. As reader is looking around she subconsciously starts humming and Malleus takes her hands and starts waltzing with her!!!!
You’re wonderful! Feel free to ignore this if you so choose!
This sounds awesome 🙏 i tried to keep it a drabble or so since i’m going through writers block. not my gif btw! okay this turned out WAY longer than i had expected… it was going to be a short drabble but became a short 1 shot. also, 2 posts within an day? what the flip!
Midnight Waltz - Malleus Draconia x Reader one shot!
extra tags: pre-established relationship, mentions of reader being not as strong as Malleus, rushed a bit too, overall fluff and adorable malleus coming your way!! (he’s a bit of a yapper in this one… not proofread, might have a grammar mistake or two) but of oc! malleus (mb..) reader is yuu, comes from Earth, i couldn’t help myself😞 gn! reader but reader does dance the female counterpart to a waltz(?) don’t know what it’s called but malleus takes the lead with a hand on your hip and another on your hand. over usage of as, i’m sorry i love the word. Enjoy!!!
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Malleus was ecstatic—no, beyond ecstatic! when you agreed to visit his castle and his home in Briar Valley. He was nervous, unsure if you were going to like it or not. He wanted to teleport you there but first decided to show you around the town, so he decided on a carriage. It was going to be a long drive, you thought to yourself. 
“This was one of my favorite places to visit when I was younger; I snuck off a lot out of the palace.” You could see a slight,  dumb smile plastered on his face. You listened along, enjoying the lively view. You could truly see the light in his eyes, figuratively and physically. 
By the time you arrived, it was pretty dark already, but neither yours nor Malleus’s excitement faded. Therefore, you two decided to explore it, whether it was extremely dark or not. He first wanted to make sure, though; after all, you were so weak. Compared to him,. 
“Are you sure you don’t need a nap? We can do it tomorrow.” Malleus suggested, worried about your health as it was the top priority, well, to him at least. You simply nodded, ecstatic to look around. 
He waited for the carriage to come to a full stop, with a butler opening the carriage door as he stepped out, and then dismissed the butler. He put his hand out, smiling at you and gesturing for you to take it. You smile back at him, taking it as he waits for you to get off. With your hand in his, he uses his other to point to a few key, important parts of the structure. 
“That is a three-headed gargoyle; it was added here to protect the castle gates.” He smiles, leading you deeper inside. “Where do you want to look first?” Malleus breaks the silence, staring at you as you stare at the magnificent structure. It was just like a Gothic-victorian-style cathedral back on Earth. You stare back, “Let’s explore your favorite spots first!” He smiles at your response, almost as if he were proud. 
Malleus continues leading you in, showing you around, and suddenly, you find yourself in the middle of a ballroom. You had caught a glimpse of it, and it gave such a There was such an enchanting vibe that you just felt compelled to go. You hummed to yourself, a tune you didn’t know. Wait, why were you humming? And a tune you didn’t know? 
It was dark, the only form of light being a large window that seemed to suck in the moonlight and enchant the middle of the room, right where you were dancing. It felt as if you were possessed, in a good way. You smiled, staring at Malleus with his hair flowing gracefully, just like his moves in the ballroom. You were glad he took the initiative. You both get more confident step by step, beat by beat, with the dance concluding with a graceful spin and you stepping back as both you and him stoop down out of respect.
“I never knew you knew such an old folk dance.” The green-eyed fae chuckles, “I didn’t.” You respond as both you and him walk as he concludes his tour. He doesn’t question it, maybe too tired to; he simply smiles. Deciding not to question the wonders of the world.
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act-nat-ural · 6 days ago
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g’day! i saw that you're receiving requests: so is it OK to request osamu with his significant other who calls him "ochamu" instead of "osamu" just to get a reaction out of him? sort of like baby talking his name if that makes sense??? i think it's super funny that he might look at you like you're crazy at first then get used to it overtime (atsumu gives him the side eye every single time) 😭
but ofc, this is more of a suggestion if anything ^^ feel free to delete/ignore if it doesn't spark any inspo or you don't have any thoughts on it! ++ i know you wrote abt samu recently so maybe he should wait a little longer to get his turn PFFT. thanks for your time btw! i love your workssss ✨
Baby Talk
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note: I love your brain omg- this was so fun to write lol. Hope you like it!!!
“Ochamuuu, pay attention to me.”
The moment the word ‘Ochamu’ was uttered from your lips, Osamu did not react positively. Sitting on the other side of the sofa, you see his lip curl in disgust. The side eye directed towards you was lethal.
 “What. Was. That.” 
 It was hard, but you managed to hold your giggles in. You pull the most innocent face you can and say, “What do you mean, Ochamu?”
He immediately gags and puts his hand out at you. “Oh my god. No. Babe, what the fuck.” He's looking at you like you grew a second head. You laugh and punch his arm. 
“What? What did I do?” He raises his brows and laughs, perplexed.
 “What did ya do? Ya sound stupid. Don't do that again, it was creepy.” 
You giggle again and respond, “I love you, ‘chamu.” His frown gets even deeper as he stands up from the couch and walks away shaking his head.
 “I love you too, but no. Just no.”
“Ochamu, pass the salt please.” You ask sweetly. He stops mid bite and turns to you unimpressed.
 “Really? This again?” You hum and shrug your shoulders. “I have no idea what you are referring to, my dear husband.” He gives a small smile and resumes eating. 
“Now that's a nickname I can get behind. The other one, not so much. How the hell did ya come up with that anyway?” He questions, finally handing you what you asked for. 
“I honestly don’t know. I think it came to me in a dream or something.” You gasp. “It was a message from a higher power. Ochamu is your destined nickname, I'm sure of it.” He lets out a little chuckle at that and places a kiss on your cheek.
 “Sure, whatever. If it keeps you entertained, I'll allow it.”
“Ochamu, have you seen my brush?” You inquire as you pop your head out of the bathroom. He's sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone. 
Without looking up, he answers, “It's on the dresser, baby.” You bite back a smile. 
“Not a single comment this time, huh?” He blinks and glances up at you. 
“What do ya mean?”
You let out a shocked laugh. “Wha- you didn’t even notice?! I used that nickname you hate.” He groans and throws a pillow at you. “Yer usin’ it too damn much! Messin’ with my head!” He huffs and crosses his arms. You roll your eyes and move to sit down next to him. 
“Admit you like the baby talk.” He gives you another dose of side eye.
 “I’d rather not.”
You, Osamu, and Atsumu had all decided to go grocery shopping for dinner ingredients. Rather, you and Osamu were, and Atsumu tagged along because he was bored. Osamu was in charge of the list, Atsumu was pushing the cart, and you were the one grabbing the ingredients. You were walking aisle to aisle, taking your time, while Atsumu was grumbling like a bored child.
“Ochamu, what's next on the list?” He opens his mouth to respond but gets cut off.
“Ew, what the hell?” Atsumu makes a grossed out face and does a barfing motion. “Yer such a weirdo! ‘Samu, ya let her call ya that?!” Osamu scoffs and takes your hand, leaving Atsumu behind. 
“Yer just jealous yer single. Scrub.” You can still hear Atsumu squawking when you get to the next aisle.
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kwnnys · 2 years ago
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kyle, kenny and tweek hcs w a reckless reader? reader is always coming up with dumb shit to do and constantly getting hurt bcs of it 😋😋 g/n reader pls!!
— kyle, kenny, and tweek w a reckless reader!
hcs : g/n reader a/n : aghh sorry this is so short and rushed 😓😓 I have better works on my page trust. btw this can be seen as both romantic or platonic
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— kyle broflovski
he'll treat you like cartman but a lil softer.
always the first one to shut down your stupid ideas.
doesn't even bother asking how you come up with them and just straights up 'no.'
"guys what would jumping out of a car feel like?" "don't even think about it."
you always ignore his warnings, though. and you end up severely regretting it.
no matter how many times you get hurt, though. he'll always be the one to patch you up and make sure you're ok.
but he would scold the shit out of you, saying things like "I told you so!" or "you just never listen" while you roll your eyes.
basically your mom friend.
you joke around alot while hes cleaning your cuts/wounds and hes just 😐 he hates you sm (but not really 🤫)
hes a bit harsh, but he just wants to keep you safe and sound :D
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— kenny mccormick
mixed feelings
on one hand, hes always down to do some crazy dumb shit. but on the other hand, he really doesn't wanna die again.
he'll try suggesting more.. safer ideas that are just as fun.
but more than so often you just end up coming up with another dumb idea from it.
he ends up going "fuck it" and going through it with you.
surprisingly you're the only one who got hurt, which hes sorta relieved about?
kenny is probably really experienced with patching up scars and wounds, so thats a score!
you guys would laugh and joke about the incident as he cleans your cuts, but he'd still subtly scold/tease you.
"told you that was a bad idea" "oh fuck off kenneth"
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—tweek tweak
you're literally going to kill this man with how much anxiety you're causing him
freaks out and immediately turns down your ideas
"d-dude?! are you crazy?! you're totally gonna die!"
most of the time he doesn't tag along with you, but when he does hes constantly screaming and warning you.
you reassure him that you're gonna be fine, and that you totally wouldn't get hurt,
which was a lie.
when he saw you limping your way over to him he freaked out and almost screamed.
immediately rushed over to you and bombarded you with questions
kept scolding to you and muttering "oh jesus.." under his breath while he looked for a first aid kit.
you can feel his hands slightly shaking as he cleans your wounds and you can't help but feel slightly bad
refuses to let you go out till the next day
you insist you're fine but he doesn't believe you, so you end up sleeping over at his house.
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alatismeni-theitsa · 9 months ago
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Just curious about your thoughts
The post and the tags because this person has blocked me preemptively - and they're lucky cause I wouldn't shat all over them. This person is a USAmerican very removed from Italian culture.
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My Answer:
Ooooo coloniser rhetoric in the 21st century! That's a sight for sore eyes! (Which became sore cause they see such takes all the time).
Funny how this person talks about how objects belonging to Greece right after saying that our heritage figures (like our gods and heroes) don't belong to us. If Greek culture is a global culture why can't foreigners keep the objects? Hmmm I wonder…. They still put the "Greek" or "Roman" to characterise the stories but the moment Greeks and Italians speak up, then all of a sudden "the stories akksuually have no culture, they belong to all of us!" 😂😂😂
I wonder if this person understands what the term "heritage" means, because gods and heroes are definitely part of one's heritage and we never stopped preserving the texts that spoke about them, and they are still part of our living culture.
I'm all for listening to the members of the diaspora but when we are at the point when one of them is regurgitating imperialist points, not only there's a big divide with current opinions in Italy, but I also cannot leave such points unanswered. Also, many Italians, like Greeks, are sick of how their myths are treated but this person didn't even check, they just spoke over them. Because they didn't bother to ask people, obviously.
Ancient Greek heroes and gods still mean a lot to us. They always meant. They were born from visions, dreams, and other sacred methods, or oral traditions from our ancestors, reflecting specifically the ancient Greek culture. It's good that foreigners can access them and relate to a degree but divorcing any folk story from its origin is always negative. Especially when this culture is still ongoing.
Our Christianity is revamped ancient Greek religion, I wonder, does this person know that? Our temples have the same parts. We still have home altars, and divinities presiding over domains. Our hagiography is how we used to paint our gods and creatures. We still have almost the same nature creatures. The customs have remained and have persisted, and I won't have someone who clearly ignores this say "They gave the religion up". Ftou.
Also when it comes to our gods and their symbols (and yes btw we call them "our" gods lots of times), we can deduce things from our local tradition and environment, whereas an Anglophone who worships the gods or is interested in them but doesn't know stuff about the country of origin of those gods has no idea about our history, methods and environment. Example: Foreigner refuses to accept that there's a pine cone on Dionysos' thyrsos (although it looks like a pinecone) because "it doesn't make sense" and very excitedly suggests another plant instead. Greek lets them know that it is actually a pine cone not only because it looks like a pinecone but because the pinecone has been used in our winemaking process forever, and Dionysos also presided over this process. Guess Greece and its environment and it's people are still relevant to the religion, and it also turns out that the symbols of the gods derived from the Greek reality. Who knew!
Now onto another point. Op says that the Greek stories became "global culture" because they got shared everywhere. Them being shared is not a bad thing! However just studying them and be taught about them is not culture. By this logic, and since Egyptians "gave their old religion up", ancient Egyptian gods are now MY ancient gods because I can find books about ancient Egypt at my local bookstore. woww 😂 What about this? Almost every Greek knows 100 and 1 nights. We have made it into a play also. SOO... these are our cultural stories now, right? West Asians and Arabs in general shouldn't speak if they ever see us and other nations being ridiculous about the stories, and stereotypes and changing the characters a lot but still claim we are doing great, right? Got it.
The way this post is written it's like Germans and Brits kept the ancient Greek myths alive since ancient years or something. Greeks themselves never stopped preserving their own ancient texts, and they escaped with them in Europe after the fall of Constantinople, so NW Europeans REDISCOVERED them 1500 years later. They had lost interest by then.
Funny they mention different nations that were Hellenized or became Roman territories because people living in these nations are exactly those who don't speak about Greek and Roman culture as "a global culture". It's always North Westerners who start these discussions, I wonder why…..
People from the aforementioned nations already interact healthily with their ancient heritage - which is not Greek or Roman culture but always a local version with Greek or Roman elements, and that's great too. I haven't heard a Pakistani say "Theseus is our hero too!" or a Tunisian say "Zeus is our local ancient father of the gods!" Because they know exactly how the mix happened and what their national identity is. And I'm getting more and more tired of seeing Westerners erase these experiences too, and just make assumptions for other nations.
I swear I mostly see USians getting butthurt about other people getting conquered 2.000 years ago. The nations themselves don't give a shiiit. Guys, I know our antiquities are the only interesting thing about us in your eyes but Please Make An Effort to understand people from ancient cultures and how we don't give a shit about these conquests cause they happened Two Thousand Years Ago, and we had other tragic stuff in the meantime. Thanks
Also, as I said, these conquests are not why Greek myths are popular today. The conquests were so incredibly old that the average person in these countries (Balkans, the Mediterranean, West Asia) - and Greece - had no idea who built the ancient ruins they saw around! Does this person think Greek myths were handed down from Moroccan grandma to Moroccan grandchild from 300 BCE to 2024 continuously or something?
Greek myths are very popular in most parts of the world today because the West (meaning not Greece, especially at the time when we were "cattle") popularized them non-stop the last few centuries. And they did a shitty job, at that. In fact, Greeks abroad have been cringing about this treatment of our myths since the 15th century but, as usual, we were not being heard.
And what does "global culture" even mean?? As if you see any culture to how the US (because OP focuses on the US and the retellings there, from the looks of it) interacts with our stories. As if they care about the meaning of the story. (There are a few notable exceptions ofc but they remain FEW) People with such arguments just want to feel guilt-free when using our myths out of context. That's why Western academic cycles often run in circles about "what the myths mean" while Greeks have told you exactly what they mean.
The US audience is still not free of the coloniser WASP approach. They see our myths STILL as a product of modern White Supremacy instead of an ancient Greek product, and they often condemn the myths and "better" them by completely pushing them into USian lens to the point they don't look or feel like the original myths anymore. (All the above you don't dare to do with cultural stories and figures from nations you want to respect, by the way.) Is this the cultural "exchange" they're talking about?
I'm done hearing in the international spaces that my culture is "boring" because USians have seen horrible adaptation after horrible adaptation. I'm tired of USians making wild assumptions about how "horrible" our gods are because whoever told them the myths didn't give a simple explanation about our ancient societies. (Don't start crap about accessibility, there are very accessible ways to talk to kids, teens, and adults about other cultures and teach them age-appropriate tales) I'm tired of my heritage being commercialized to that degree. All Greeks roll their eyes in USAmerican movies about our culture and we call them Amerikaniés. And don't worry, I'm getting to the real stuff.
How our ancient culture is treated and how we are sidelined has real consequences on our lives abroad AND inside our culture, on how we are perceived, on how our surnames are perceived, on how we "don't look like Greeks", on how our Greek myth retellings don't get published abroad! They speak in front of us about our own words as if they are magical and mythical and strange! The opinions and perspectives of Greeks are not sought abroad, and you are a masterclass on why this happens. We make y'all uncomfortable. You feel better if you forget about us.
Another exhibit: All the hurtful comments of foreigners who centered the HUGE milestone of same-sex marriage in Greece because all they could imagine - while queer Greeks suffered a lot these last few months - was their wedding in Gay Mykonos and Lesbian Lesbos. This was their first reaction. They didn't possibly think that Greeks were seeing that because we are far away and irrelevant, right?
Obviously culture-mixing is not bad but the West didn't mix our culture with theirs. They just took it for entertainment and their popular culture never saw the depth or the meaning of it. OP speaks about how our stories were spread while actively avoiding speaking in depth about the problematic elements of that spread. They recognize to a small degree how Greeks feel about the matter but they dismiss most of our concerns in such a nonchalant way that all that comes to my mind is "privilege".
And speaking of power… Greeks have less systemic power than the countries of the West. We are the US' puppet, are you kidding me?? Our armies get deployed wherever the US wants. Our politicians don't even fart without a telephone from the US. We are the whores of the German, Belgian and French governments. Greeks abroad still face discrimination for their customs and how they look, and how their food smells, and how our religion is and how our hymns sound, and other ridiculous stuff. Our infrastructure is slowly being bought out by Germans and USians to various degrees. There are different scales to exploitation and bigotry, I agree, but that doesn't mean that only the roughest bigotry cases are worth discussing.
"We could also talk about the additional level of exploitation in how imperial powers used Greek mythology as an argument for the "superiority of the West," while at the same time plundering Greece's resources and treating it like it exists only as a tourist site" They are SO close to getting it, and yet their post says otherwise.
Fetishism of a culture makes the members of the actual culture feel alienated and hurt. As a person of Italian ancestry you should know how this specific "global culture" argument has been used to strip Greeks and Italians of any claims, so the "dirty Greeks" can be separated from the "pure WASP" USian upper class of the time who deemed themselves more suitable to engage with the material.
"Greeks spreading their culture through military force all over (eventually) most of Europe" what the hell?? Sorry, guys, (side-eyes the other Greeks) we conquered Romania??? wow!
Plus, this person doesn't know the difference between the Greek colonisation of Italy and Sicily and the recent European colonisation, and - to say it very politely - they should open a book.
By The Way
You can still interact with the Greek culture without having a colonial attitude! Nobody is barring you! I want to make this abundantly clear!
Most importantly, you don't have to make arguments for "global culture" when it's simple to place the myths inside their original context while interacting with them! You just have to read a bit more books that are on the internet and your library for free! Recognising that a foreign culture is not yours, and that you engage with it because it's just popular, doesn't stop anyone from interacting with it. You simply refuse to interact with them at the proper, deeper level, because you always want to center them around yourself. You want to interact with foreign stories just how the colonisers did it. Congrats.
I'm talking about the majority of cases. Of course people in the US can take all sorts of inspiration from foreign myths and adapt them to their reality. And it's a good result when they're being respectful and have studied the stories beforehand.
All we ask is to engage with the material in context so you can understand what our ancestors wanted to express. If your only view of Greek myths has come from other Americans and NW Europeans then you see them through coloniser lens. That's non-negotiable. I had people from other countries recite to me USAmerican viewpoints about the Greek gods, as if they were fact. Cause it's the only exposure that's happening worldwide right now.
You can interact with Greco-Roman myths whether Greece and Rome touched your country or not, we don't care. But please don't get your source from the pop US culture. These people think that it makes sense for nymphs to look like trees (that's an Anglo-Saxon and Celtic nature creature depiction. Ancient Greece was very anthropomorphic). It's not a crime if you change some stuff in a retelling but why willingly ignore the original depictions and what they have to show you for the ancient people who created them?
Pfff... Thank you anon for bringing this trash to me. I needed to - metaphorically - throw something in the trash. It took me a few hours to answer this but well... I do write a lot and this post was full of shit I had to shovel.
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fortunapre · 3 months ago
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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 definitely 16+ (suggestive and yeah), fluff, hot-hawt-hawt, fem-gender mention, Use on Y/n, swearing
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𖧞 (scene iv) 3.4k
either i’m getting better at writing or i just really get carried away with…. certain scenes…
𝐀/𝐍𖧞 I love banter, you love banter, everybody loves banter! Really considering a tag list. BTW thanks to everybody who’s been liking the Pinterest-piece! I really enjoy making it and love that you do too!
Go Back? (scene ii) click here
Go Back? (scene iii) click here
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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 scene iv 𖧞 (𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝-𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬)
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Wednesday, December 12th
I was just staring into the sky, not listening to anything going on around me. My sister was on another one of her rants about random social media drama, and I was nodding along like I was listening, but really my mind was elsewhere. 
I don’t know when she stopped talking and realized I wasn't listening, but suddenly a loud sound made me jump. My sister had clapped her hands super hard, right next to my ear, breaking me out of my trance. 
“Ow! What was that for?” I yelled at her and covered my ear like I was in pain.
“Because you weren’t listening to a single thing I was saying! Did you pay attention to anything I just said?” She asked, looking irritated.
I slowly pulled my hands away from my face and winced. “No…...” I answered honestly.
“Y/N! I was talking for at least 30 minutes!”
“Yeah, I know, I know. And usually, I'm interested in what you have to say but my mind is elsewhere today. I'm sorry.” I tried apologizing but she still looked angry. The biggest pet peeve of Her’s is when people don’t listen to her. And I’d just ignored her for half an hour.
She just huffed and turned away from me. She looked straight forward into the snowy view and sipped on her hot cocoa. 
We were outside, cuddled in mounds of blankets and warm clothes, enjoying the beautiful winter scenery with a hot cup of chocolate. 
“I really am sorry.” I tried again. At first, she didn't say anything and ignored me. Then, she turned back towards me and let a little smile show. 
“I know you are, Y/n. I knew you weren’t listening. I saw you space out as soon as I started talking.” She said in a soft voice. I just winced again and laughed. We were both giggling quietly together at the situation and then stopped to take a sip from our mugs. “So then,” my sister began talking, shivering a bit before continuing. “What’s been on your mind?”
I wanted to tell her the truth, but I couldn't. I could only imagine the scream she’d let out if I said ‘oh nothing, I’m just overthinking about mine and Oscar's little not-so-little make out session yesterday, and what would have happened if you guys didn’t interrupt us. But really, I'm over-thinking the contradicting feelings and thoughts I have about him. And most of all, I'm angry at Oscar for completely ignoring me ever since last night.’
Basically, if I muttered a single word of the thoughts running through my mind, my sister would freak out. So instead, I answered with, “Nothing. I’m just trying to think of Christmas presents for everyone. You know how serious I take gift-giving.” I thought I’d dodged her questions, but her eyes squinted a bit, and I could tell she didn’t believe me. Instead of pushing it further, though, she just took a long sip of her drink then nodded. 
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The wind started to blow, and our fingers started getting numb, so we moved back inside and settled on the couch to watch a movie. We chose Love Actually, and chilled on the couch. It was still pretty early so everybody was still sleeping except for us. 
Half-way through the movie, my brother walked out in his PJs with insane bed hair. Instead of talking he just sat on the sofa next to us and watched the movie. 
A few minutes later, my brother and sister were talking on the other side of the couch, no doubt about the social media drama. I just sat by myself and finished the movie, almost drifting to sleep.
Before I could rest my eyes, I heard another person come down the stairs. I turned as much as I could to get a peek at who it was. But once I caught sight of familiar messy brown hair I turned back around. I sunk down into my blanket trying to hide my head from him. From what I could hear, he was making coffee or something in the kitchen. 
“Morning. Oscar.” My brother greeted him, jumping up and over the couch to meet him in the kitchen. The two have always had some bromance since they’re around the same age and well…. not girls. 
“Hey.” Oscar said to him. They started talking, but I couldn’t make out anything they were saying.
Once I saw my brother appear back in the main room, I let out a sigh, because that probably means Oscar went back to his room. But right after my brother, followed Oscar. I must have hidden well because once he rounded the couch and saw me, he froze. But not even a second later he snapped out of it and sat down. If I wasn’t already watching his every move, I would have missed it.
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The twins picked a funny movie to watch, and the whole time, I stayed completely still. Oscar was less than an arm's length away and I’m afraid of how I’ll react if I touched him on accident.
Eventually, I couldn't handle it anymore. I practically jumped up and made my way to the kitchen.
As I was grabbing a Diet Coke from the fridge, someone came up behind me. I could immediately tell who it was by the sudden scent of spearmint and fresh pine filling my senses. 
“What.” I asked frankly. I turned to face him, and he was in front of me, blocking my way out. I attempted to go around the kitchen island and leave that way but a few strides later and he was blocking my way again. “Hello, are you deaf? What do you want?” I repeated. I know I was being rude but it’s my defense mechanism with Oscar.
“Nothing, I’m just getting something in the kitchen and you’re in my way.” He spoke. He’s trying to aggravate me.
Safe to say it’s working.
“No. You're in my way. Move.” I tried. He only smiled and tilted his head like he was judging me.
“I'm just trying to get some water, Y/n. Why do you have to be so difficult?” He said, leaning closer and speaking lower. He kept that stupid smirk on his face and stood up straight, now towering over me.
“What are you playing at?” I asked through gritted teeth. Seriously, what is wrong with him? He’s being so annoying. It’s like he’s doing everything i told him I hated yesterd-
Oh. Oh.
“Oh my God!” I raised my voice a bit and let out a cold laugh. That’s what he was doing, he was purposely doing everything I said I found annoying about him.  “Don’t be a dick, Oscar.” I scoffed and tried to shove his shoulder, but he stayed in place. I shoved through him again, as hard as I could, successfully getting through. He stumbled back a bit and put a hand to his shoulder like I’d hurt him. 
He shook his head and poked his tongue in the inside of his cheek: a tell that he’s mad. 
I started walking away, practically fuming smoke out of my ears, and made my way towards the stairs. This time, when Oscar tried to grab my arm to stop me, I pulled it out immediately.
I ran up the stairs away from him, but he just followed me up the stairs. I moved faster and quickly made my way into my room. Oscar almost followed me inside, but I quickly slammed the door in his face, stopping him. He didn’t try to come in at first. 
Moments later there was still silence on the other side of the door, so I backed away and laid on my bed. I let out a big sigh and rubbed my forehead.
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I decided to scroll on my phone and listen to music. However, every 5 seconds, there was a loud bang. At first, I tried to ignore it, but it kept going. 
I watched a video, scrolled, then BANG. 
Scroll, BANG!
Scro-BANG! I couldn’t take it anymore. 
The sound was coming from the wall behind my head, which so happens to be the wall I share with Oscar, his room being next to mine. When we were younger, Oscar would play the loudest music or bounce a ball on the wall to annoy me. Right now, I'm positive he’s gone back to his immature roots and is chucking a ball at the wall to make me mad. I huffed and then jumped out of my bed and made my way out of my room. I tried to open the door next to mine but was met with a lock. 
“OSCAR! LET ME IN” I knocked loud and quick on the door. When the door still didn’t open, I knocked louder. “Oscar, if you don’t open this door right now, I'm going to-”
“What? Kiss me?” The door swung open, and I was met with a grinning Oscar.
I almost choked at his words. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him with an incredulous expression. 
“Wha..What?! I would never-”
“Ah, but you did. "He cut me off again. He was leaning against the doorway and tossing a ball in his hand, patronizing me. He was looking down at me with a smug expression, obviously proud of himself. 
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “If I remember correctly, YOU kissed ME.” I argued, shoving him for the second time today, making my way into his room. I turned around when I reached the middle of his room and placed a hand on my hip. 
He slowly turned to face me, still leaning on the doorway and tossing the ball between his two hands. Once he faced me, I properly took him in. 
He was wearing a black t-shirt that looks like it might have been left here from last year. Joining F1 meant he had to train more, so the shirt he was wearing looked a little tighter than it should be. He had a pair of jeans that fit him well; he must have gone shopping because they look new. His hair was neat. Not gelled, but probably combed. 
“What are you doing?” I asked, talking about the incessant banging.
He rolled off of the door and stood up straight, walking slowly towards where I was standing. His sudden movement surprised me, so I backed away a little. But he kept walking towards me. 
So, I backed away more. Instead of walking towards me again he just stayed in place. “Just playing catch.”
“With who, the wall?”
“Yeah.”
“Well stop.” I said and tried to take the ball away from him. He was quicker than me and pulled the ball away. I tried at it again but failed as he pulled it up and over my head. Prick. “Or play on a different wall, I'm trying to rest.”
“Nah.” is all he said.
“Nah?” I repeated. “Come on Oscar, drop this immature teasing and leave me alone.” I was getting tired of this very quickly. When he didn’t say anything, I gave up and made my way out of his room. Before I could leave though, he reached over and shut the door in front of me, trapping me inside. 
Fully prepared to yell at him, I turned around but was met with Oscar standing right behind me. His arm was still on the door, next to my head.
 He was staring at me, more specifically: my lips.
No. I won't. I couldn’t let him just kiss me whenever he feels like it. 
“Stop…” I tried to sound demanding, but my voice came out barely above a whisper. I tried to push him away, but he stayed in place like a rock.
“I'm not doing anything,” Oscar tried to argue, but I was over him denying everything. 
“Yes. Yes, Oscar you are! You can’t tease me and make me so incredibly angry but then turn around and look at me like…” I looked at his eyes. They were darker than normal and trained on my own with intensity. “...that. You can’t look at me like that. You're fucking with my head and frankly,” I scoffed. “It makes me want to punch you.”
He looked at me with the same intensity, never letting down. His arm still rested on the door, but his body was less rigid and slightly angled towards me. “Osca-” 
I tried to tell him off again, but he started speaking.
“You’re fucking with my mind too.” He said quickly, looking away from my eyes. He dropped his head as he continued speaking. “Ever since…” he started but sounded like he couldn’t get the words out. “Ever since you got here, Y/n. You, and your voice and your eyes and those fucking shorts. Dammit.” He dropped his hand from the door, running it through his hair. I was just standing still, trying to understand. 
He walked away from me, turning his back to me. “I don’t know what’s going on,” He admitted. “But I can't. Stay. away from you. Teasing you and making you angry is the only thing I know and fuck me if I don't crave every time your cheeks turn red when you're mad. Or when you roll your eyes, or when you fight back…” Now he was the one rambling. 
I was trying to take in every word he was saying but his past actions and 
current words weren’t adding up. Am I supposed to just rethink these past few days because his arguing and ruthless teasing has been because, what? He likes the way I ‘blush and get angry’?
My eyebrows furrowed and I shook my head. “Wait, what?” I asked. “I don’t understand, Oscar…”
Suddenly he turned back around and walked back towards me slowly. “Can you not? Try to understand, I mean.”
“What?”
“Y/n, I don’t even understand, alright? So don’t try to make sense of all of this right now.” His voice was low and quiet. His eyes were back on my lips and his body was closer than before.
“Ok.” I whispered. He was tilting his head lower, his breath fanning over my lips. My eyes fluttered and my skin heated up. Something about the look in his eyes and the warmth radiating off of him made every previous thought I had fly out of the window. 
I know I just went on a rant about how we need to stop before it starts but for some reason, I don’t care anymore. I tilted my head up, brushing my lips against his, and sighing at the contact. My stomach was tumbling with need. I need him close. 
“Fuck it.” Oscar whispered into my mouth as he connected our lips. I sucked in a breath as he finally kissed me, letting all of the built-up need roll onto my lips. 
Our mouths met like they did the night before: deep and rough. 
I don’t know what it is about arguments and them leading to us kissing. But this one felt different then the last. It felt full and needy. Instead of testing the waters, we both dived in, meshing together. He licked the corner of my mouth, sending me into a frenzy. I pulled him closer by the front of his shirt, backing me into the door. He put an arm on the door, next to my head to stabilize himself, while he pushed himself closer to me. The other hand was on my hip, rubbing slow circles on the skin right above my waistband. 
I felt his tongue swipe against my bottom lip, so I opened my mouth slightly to let him in. His tongue tasted mine as we deepened the kiss. I flattened my palms against his chest and moved them up to around his neck. When I reached the hair on the back of his neck, I tugged lightly and moved up to further mess up the rest of his hair. He moaned into my mouth and pushed his hips into mine. My hips were flush against his, my back being pushed into the door. I let out a small noise at the friction and kissed him harder.
A familiar heat pooled in the bottom of my stomach, and I made what sounded like a whine as I unlatched our lips. 
“Oscar,” I tried to speak but it’s like my voice was gone. I spoke breathy with desire laced in my tone. “Oscar, we have to stop.” I was saying the words, but I really didn’t mean or want them. And I think Oscar could tell it’s not what I really wanted because he licked a stripe up my neck and started kissing the spot between my ear and jawline. 
I shut my eyes tightly and tilted my head back, to give him better access.
I gasped when I felt his teeth on my neck, do doubt leaving a mark. He sucked and kissed where he nipped and continued his way down my neck. I gasped his name, not to tell him to stop, but because of how good it felt.
He moved to the other side of my neck and let out a deep grumble that sounded like frustration. Before I knew it, Oscar bent down to grab the backs of my thighs and lift me up. I let out a small yelp and wrapped my legs around him. He pushed up back against the door and went back to my lips. Throughout the kiss, he and I pulled away to breath and speak.
“God, Y/n” he would say.
“Oscar, please,” I would answer. 
With the new position, the heat between us grew red hot. 
Oscar started pushing up, making his hips meet mine with friction I've never felt. Everything was rough and lustful. His lips, his hips, his hands, his chest, his voice. It was all too much. 
I moved my hands from his neck to my shirt, trying to tug it up. He caught onto what I was doing and instead of helping me, he started walking away from the door, me still wrapped around him. He carried me across the room and sat on the edge of his bed, me now on his lap. 
With his hands free, he grasped at the hem of my shirt and lifted it up and off of me. The refreshing cool air hit my skin but was soon covered by Oscar hands, splayed across each side of my ribcage. His touch was almost burning, and it made me only want him to touch me more. I put my hands on his shoulders and started moving my hips against him. He gasped and let out a frustrated groan, his hands left my upper half and instead held onto my hips, stopping me.
“Don’t.” he said through his teeth. “Don’t do that Y/n”
I was going to apologize, and he must have seen the worried look on my face because he spoke up. “No, it’s not you. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
My eyes widened at this, and I was about to kiss him again, but a noise came from the other side of the room. 
Oscar’s room door cracked open, and my sister poked her head in, and looked right at us. She saw me half naked on Oscar's lap, us both breathing hard and having so obviously been caught making out.
“Oh My God.” My sister and I said at the same time. She quickly made a show to cover her eyes with her hand and slam the door shut with the other. 
My eyes were wide, and I was frozen. 
I jumped off of Oscar and searched around for my shirt. I needed to talk to her before she said anything to anyone. 
“My shirt. Where’s my shirt, Oscar?" I was breathing hard and was looking frantically.
“I don’t know, I kind of just tossed it.” He said, low. He almost sounded like he was in pain. I paused my searching and saw Oscar lean on his knees and run his hands through his hair. 
“What. What’s wrong with you?” I asked, sounding mad, but I meant it genuinely. 
He just chuckled and looked at me. “What do you think, Y/n? You were just grinding against me and then a second later you were gone. Obviously, I have a… problem… to fix now.”
My eyes widened with realization, and I blushed hard and turned away. I went back to searching for my shirt and eventually found it tucked under his bed. I threw it on and then ran out of the room, looking for my sister.
I saw her sitting on the couch, both hands covering her eyes. She looked like she was muttering something and shaking her head.
 Oh, God how am I going to fix this.
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venomous-ragno · 2 years ago
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I've posted these before but Tumblr's tag system is buggy so it's not showing up for ppl, which is a shame cause if this dynamic rots my brain y'all have to suffer with me
Ghost x reader x Soap headcannons
I take requests btw;)
Tags: Ghost x reader x Soap, sfw, gn!reader, fluff
Warnings: None
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Gif by @collinnmckinley
• Brothers in arms, these two have developed a bond that goes deeper than that of just any comrades. They work like a machine, gears oiled and intertwined, always moving forward and further into unknown territory.
• Ghost and Soap aren't romantically involved, but they don't mind it if it's the other. Both know and respect the other's boundaries; Gaz once called them psychics for understanding each other without so much as words exchanged.
• Their lives are anything but conventional so why shouldn't their relationship be too? It's a strange idea, sure. Much to your surprise though neither seemed taken aback or even shocked at the suggestion - not in the slightest, for they agree on more things than they disagree on.
• If you ever go on a mission with them and the team gets split up, both Ghost and Soap would find solace in knowing you're with the other, that you're well protected even in the face of death.
• Ghost and Soap are two different types of love; Ghost is more of a calm, quiet lover. No big words or pda but rather small acts of service and quality time. Ghost remembers all your quirks, all your likes and dislikes by heart. He prides himself in knowing you better than anyone else, reads you like an open book, and slowly... Opens up in and about himself, too.
• Soap is loud, if not a bit boastful. He doesn't mind calling you sweet nicknames, throwing a flirty line or two over comms. His love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch, and he isn't shy about giving nor receiving. He's quite sensitive to personal space and highly receptive of your emotional state.
• You know that Ghost has a hard time conveying his thoughts and feelings. Hell, he can't even decipher them himself most of he time. Comes with the life he agreed on living, doesn't make it any more frustrating when he refuses to elaborate on decisions he's made.
• Soap understands you both. He's had his fair share of troubles with the stoic Lt, and thus acts as a mediator. He jokingly calls himself the "peacekeeper of the 141", taking the deadly stares from both of you with stride.
• Ghost and Soap often share late night talks. It's an intimate moment between these two on an emotional level: Let the stars be witness to their hopes and dreams, their frustrations and fears, let their heart get lighter until the sun shines on them and reminds them of the hardships daylight brings.
• It's nights like those where Soap nudges Ghost in the right direction when it comes to you. Gentle but stern pushes towards an apology, in whichever form it may come in, Ghost's words carry nothing but candour. Be patient and he'll do his best to learn.
• "Live as if you're dead", they say, but how can one not feel alive when you love pulses hot through their veins? They should know better. They should know better than to let themselves fall for you like so and yet they're utterly powerless, for no knife may cut that damned red string.
Bonus:
Price raises a brow at whatever you three got going on, but chooses to remain ignorant as long as it doesn't affect work. If anything, he finds amusement in it; how the three of you bicker back and forth, how your dynamic confuses everyone not sharp enough to catch on. Besides, he's won quite a few bucks over drunken bets with Gaz - and he gets to see Simon more often too, rather than Ghost. A bonus if anything.
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camvrin · 3 months ago
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“ HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND . . . ”
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‗ ❍. CAMERON / OLIVER . Nicknames are welcome, of course ! .✧.*
‗ ❍. THEY / HE / SHE are my pronouns; anything GENDER NEUTRAL is especially preferred .✧.*
‗ ❍. I am a NONBINARY LESBIAN; an orientated AROACE (repulsed, beware); as well as a POC (Person of Color) .✧.*
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‗ ❍. HOBBIES : writing, drawing, reading, baking, world building, studying animals, getting into media unfamiliar with myself .✧.*
‗ ❍. I LIKE : horror concepts, ocs, dark romance / romance, buying books (that collect dust), platonic tropes, selfshipping, my friends, more ✧.*
‗ ❍. MARRIED TO MY //P GF : @lexisism SUCK IT HAHA .✧.*
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‗ ❍. BYF / BYI : I will SOFTBLOCK or HARDBLOCK depending on what my viewpoint becomes of you; feel free to ask why you were blocked but chances are I'll ignore you ! I get stressed out easily and will carry my burnout though my texts, so you'll find I'm not always so expressive; nothing personal, I just have days . You will see me gush over FICTIONAL MEN here quite a bunch; no like because I'm a lesbian? :( then go away tf . I will ALWAYS prioritize IRLS and then MUTUALS over anyone else here . I'm a very sarcastic individual, and TONE TAGS are very appreciated . I'm a deranged and tired teenager with dumbass friends, SUGGESTIVENESS and regular bullshit can and will be seen here. so I guess my blog is for MATURER AUDIENCES? I stole all of this from @anonoob btw LOL .✧.*
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“ . . . MY ONE AND ONLY . ”
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camprell-art · 6 months ago
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I need to make a post to pin here and help you navigate on the mess that my blog became. So here we go!
Hello, I'm Camprell! I'm Brazilian, a 24 year old and genderfluid and I go by any pronouns, I do prefer he/him, but it's not really important. :)
I'm gonna give the warning that if you're younger than 16 please, don't interact, I'll have to block you.
I post a LOT about Super Paper Mario, I have 300000 ships and interpretations for the same characters, which means that if I want some characters to be like siblings they'll be, but if I want the same characters to be a couple I will completely disregard the other interpretation. (What also happens is me ignoring 100% of the canon just so a ship or whatever can work)
So no, I am NOT a proshipper, I DON'T ship incest, and I DO NOT endorse abusive relationships, here, what happens in fiction (in terms of portraying violence and abuse) stays in fiction. (and that DOES NOT mean I'll let icky stuff happen here, if I catch any of you saying something weird I'm throwing you at the void)
Be nice and I'll be nice to you too! (If you're not nice I may cry, and that's it I guess kasdjh)
For art it's just: #my art
For OCs it's: #my ocs or #original character/s
If you want to read me talking, the tag is: #camprella talks
For asks it is: #camprella answers
I have a #boomentio comic with no name, if you wanna read it, just search for the ship tag! (I need to tag it better tbh)
Sometimes I post ✦spicy✦ stuff, if you don't like it, are a minor or have triggers, do block the tag #tw suggestive, I will put more tags if necessary, so feel free to tell me! And this counts to anything too, if I post something that upsets you and there are no tags, do tell me! :)
Commissions are open btw! And on sale!
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plutoccult · 10 months ago
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HAIKYUU X THE OFFICE AU — EPISODE FIVE: BOOZE CRUISE
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pairing: sugawara koushi x female reader
description: ukai attempts to help the office bond more by booking a booze cruise for his employees… in the middle of winter. meanwhile, tanaka miserably tries to set suga up with his older sister per kiyoko’s suggestion.
word count: 6.5k
also available to read on my ao3 here
author’s note: hey, i changed my user! i was @310802 before, now i’m @plutoccult! i also had to repost this because the original post wasn’t showing up in ANY tags, so i’m sorry if you already read it before i did this! moving on, i was SO EXCITED to write this episode. i know i neglected the katy storyline from the show, so i decided to take the opportunity to somewhat use that for this episode as a little one-off. i think i was clever with its use too… i’m trying to balance the amount of “screen”time between the reader and suga, but some episodes may just end up needing more focus on suga for the sake of the storyline. anyway, the next few weeks is gonna be updates galore, so you’re all gonna be FED. btw, thank you to @dragon-slayer5 for beta reading this! enjoy!
tags: @toorubobatea @intorder @dragon-slayer5 @femme-lune @jeanboyjean @cowgirlikets @imissyuuji @darthferbert @kazuchaos @bakagun1312 @beingbrokenfitsus @mumblepingu @daedaep69 @intheewrld @msbyomimi @sukxma @akari-fujikawa @milkteeboba
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suga considered lunchtime to be the only time of day where he could actually catch a break. he seemed to have a hard time catching any sort of breaks lately, especially when it came to his miserable love life. as much as he wanted things to change, today would certainly be no different.
since suga entered the office building this morning, tanaka had his eyes on him like an hawk. it was creepy how every time suga looked away from his computer, tanaka was staring right at him. but why? did he have something on his face? was his hair actually looking gray? no, that would be terrible. there can’t be anything than that.
to hopefully get tanaka’s eyes off him for once, suga got up and headed down to the hallway where the vending machines were. maybe a little snack would ease the unnerving feeling in his stomach. unfortunately, tanaka was already on his way to follow.
suga pondered over his choices, and before he knew it, tanaka’s reflection was seen in the glass of the vending machine. it was like a scene straight out of a horror movie, but suga decided to ignore him and pray he would go away, then continued to ponder over what to pick.
“a little birdie told me something.” tanaka spoke up.
oh no. “what?”
“nothing.” he smirked.
you enter, also looking to use the vending machine. great, just what this moment needed, suga thought.
“hey, guys.” you greet the two men, no clue about what’s going on. it was better if you didn’t know.
“oh, hi, y/n.” suga slightly blushed.
a smirk crept up on tanaka’s face. suga began to wonder about tanaka’s motives even more, but shook it off and picked a bag of sour cream and onion chips before walking back to his desk. tanaka quickly followed behind, which you found weird considering you assumed he was waiting for his turn to use the vending machine. you figured “oh well”, got your snack, and went back to your desk.
you sit down and meet eyes with suga who’s about pop a chip into his mouth. you quickly open up your bag and pull out a chip, doing a little “clink” with your chips from across the room, which suga immediately thought to reciprocate. it was good to know you two were still in sync.
a few minutes later, ukai returned from eating out for lunch, which he typically did almost every day. oh, how you wished you could afford ordering food for lunch all the time like your boss, but alas, you were just the receptionist.
“hello, everyone.” ukai said as he hung up his coat.
“welcome back, ukai.” tanaka replied before loudly whispering in suga’s ear. “i know your secret…”
my god. as much as suga was totally freaked out right now, ukai thought tanaka’s menacing words were directed towards him instead. “what?! i don’t have any secrets!”
suga and tanaka both look into the camera with furrowed eyebrows.
•••
the crew loved putting you and suga together for interviews. and given the drama that’s soon to come, they had to use every opportunity possible.
“so, ukai sent everyone a very interesting email last week.” you say the camera.
“yeah, it was, um… quite the thinker.” suga chuckled.
“mhm. it said, “it's time for our first quarter camaraderie event, so pack a swimsuit, a toothbrush, rubber-soled shoes, and a ski mask.” you read out the email from your phone. “i’m not really sure what that exactly equates to…”
“clearly, he wants to us to rob a bank and escape through the sewers afterwards.” suga shrugged. that was totally the obvious conclusion.
“then brush our teeth after a hard time committing crimes?” you jokingly question.
“yeah, exactly.” suga smiled at you, making you blush. you quickly turn to the crew and wonder if they noticed that, but it was obvious they did. the cameras catch everything.
•••
now the question that remained rent-free in everyone’s minds was what the hell ukai could possibly be planning this year. he was never up to any good, always doing something completely out of the box. he was simply incapable of doing anything normal. it made work interesting, but sometimes you all wished ukai take a chill pill for once.
at the most random time, ukai emerged from his office with an announcement. why he always did this, you couldn’t help but wonder, yet you didn’t hesitate to look away from your computer to hear what he had to say this time around.
“everyone, it appears some of you have figured me out.” ukai said to grab everyone’s attention. “so, it is now time to unveil the destination of this year's retreat. drumroll, please.”
no one provides a drumroll, much to ukai’s disappointment. “really? no drumroll? not even you, tanaka?”
“just spit it out already.” tanaka groaned.
“okay, fine.” he sighed before announcing the big news. “i got us a riverboat cruise on the abukuma river! it’s gonna be a booze cruise!”
a booze cruise? god, for a paper company, you guys sure consumed a lot of alcohol. plus, the combination of ukai and a cruise ship already seemed like a total disaster. when you add booze into the mix, it was almost comparable to the end of the world.
ukai received practically cricket noises from his employees, daichi being the one to express what was on everyone’s minds. “ukai, it’s january.”
“so? it was cheaper.” ukai shrugged. if it were any other month, like—hm, who knows—any month in the summer, maybe they’d show a little more excitement.
“and what is up with you and booze?” daichi asked. again, something you’ve all thought about at least once. “this is like when hinata was addicted to mixing buzzballz with every soda known to man.”
“pepsi with the cranberry flavor was the best…” hinata randomly spoke up, remembering that month-long phase last year. it wasn’t pretty, to say the least.
“gross…” kageyama shook his head in disgust.
“you don’t get it like i do, kageyama.” hinata protested.
“what is that supposed to mean?” kageyama raised an eyebrow, ready to start up an argument with his desk neighbor at any given second. typical, of course. you wondered when it would ever get old.
“okay, shut up before you two start making out!” ukai interrupted them before another hr fiasco occurred. again.
“what?!” the two gawked in unison. did they really give off that vibe?
“anyway!” ukai forced a laugh and switched the subject back to the cruise. “just hear me out guys, okay? let me cook. i’m combining fun with education! it’s gonna be mind-blowing.”
“sounds like you just want another excuse to party.”
“it’s not a party, it’s a bonding exercise.” ukai corrected him. “i’m helping us bond. people find lifelong friends in the workplace. others may find the love of their lives.”
ukai was right, shockingly. people do find lifelong friends. suga knew he would always stay friends with daichi for life, and even if tsukishima got on his nerves sometimes, he wasn’t the worst person in the world to be around. there would always be a bond between your coworkers. maybe you were all trauma bonded from dealing with ukai for all these years, but it was an unforgettable bond nonetheless.
suga blushed out of embarrassment from that last statement. some do find the love of their lives. he liked to believe you were the love of his life, swearing he found such a thing his first day at the office. the second he walked through that door and was met with your face, the words “japan pulp and paper, this is y/n. please hold.” coming out of your mouth as you spoke on the phone before setting it down to ask him what he needed. suga knew, right then and there, that he had found his future wife, but oh how he wished he knew back then what he would be in for years later.
even if ukai was oddly onto something for once, not everyone was interested. asahi, who had yet to survive a full year at the office, raised his hand and attempted to opt out of the event. “can i sit this one out? i have… a thing… later…”
“nice try, asahi.” ukai rolled his eyes. “this is mandatory. i better see your beefy ass on that dock tonight.”
“i’m not that beefy…” asahi said with a tinge of red on his cheeks.
“you so are, bro. those glutes go crazy.” nishinoya said confidently.
asahi wasn’t sure why nishinoya was paying attention to that area of his body, but he took the compliment anyway, although continuing to question it. “thank you?”
“glad we got that covered.” ukai said. “now, before we go on this cruise later, we have to talk about safety.”
“you’re literally the most unsafe person here, ukai.” you speak up. if anyone knew ukai best, it would very well be you, always there to deal with his antics and sometimes assist in them. the time you helped ukai hack into a higher up’s email account to prevent a picture of his ass that he accidentally sent being seen would go down in office history. you saved his ass, quite literally.
“ugh, come on!” ukai huffed. “i saw titantic a million times and i refuse to let us all die like leonardo dicaprio!”
•••
“do you think you could save one of your employees in the face of danger?”
“um, hello? i took a swimming class once. of course, i could save one of them.” ukai sassily replied to the documentary crew. “besides, we all know jack and rose could’ve both fit on that door at the end of titanic. james cameron is such a liar.”
•••
later on, suga went to go grab a cup of coffee in the break room. before he knew it, he was being cornered by tanaka, the sound of his name being called practically scaring him shitless. “sugawara koushi.”
“jesus christ.” suga jumped, putting his hand over his chest to feel his heartbeat. “do not use my full name like that ever again.”
“shut up.” tanaka shushed him and pressed his index finger over suga’s mouth to further silence him. “how would you… like to… take my sister as your date for the booze cruise tonight?”
there was no way this could be real life right now, suga thought. being in this position with tanaka was weird enough, but taking his sister as his date? he wasn’t even aware people were taking dates for this. it was no contest who suga truly wanted to take as a date, but of course it wasn’t an option, and he didn’t want to settle.
“your… sister? uh, no thanks.” suga turned the idea down without hesitation. however, tanaka was feeling devious.
“really?” he moved his finger away and crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. “kiyoko told me everything, suga. i know you have feelings for—”
oh no. not again.
“oh my god, shut your fucking mouth!” suga exclaimed with wide eyes, slapping his hands over tanaka’s mouth so he’d be quiet. to hell with censorship, this was critical. at this rate, the whole damn office was going to find out about suga’s pathetic feelings. he was going to end up broke by the time he bribed everyone to keep their mouths shut. his poor wallet and heartstrings can’t suffer any longer.
“woah, woah, woah!” tanaka laughed awkwardly, actually kind of scared over suga’s newfound rage. “language, my man!”
“whatever!” suga yelled “why the hell did she tell you?!”
“well, it was her idea to set you up with my sister, and i wanted to know why, so…” tanaka replied timidly, hoping kiyoko wouldn’t kill him later for pinning part of the blame onto her. well, unless suga didn’t get to her first.
“god fucking dammit.” suga cursed as he walked away from this monstrosity of a conversation. now, where was he off to? to confront kiyoko about the mess she’s made, of course.
“well? are you taking her out or not?!” tanaka yelled out to suga on his way out, receiving a middle finger in response, which will undoubtedly be blurred out in post production. the editing team had a lot of work cut out for them, that’s for sure.
on a mission like his life—and certainly dignity—depended on it, suga stormed up to kiyoko’s desk, where tsukishima and yamaguchi sat across from one another.
“kiyoko.” he towered over her as she sat in her chair, completely unbothered by him. “you were sworn to secrecy.”
“actually, only tsukishima was because you gave him twenty bucks.” kiyoko said. “you didn’t buy my silence.”
well, no wonder she spilled the beans. tsukishima got money, she didn’t. it’s not like kiyoko had asked that day at the christmas party, but suga certainly should have known better than to not doubt her. yamaguchi, however, was one big ol’ question mark. “yamaguchi? what about your silence?”
“i don’t like taking advantage of those less fortunate than me.” yamaguchi replied to him, those savage words coming out so innocent from his voice.
“less fortunate?!” suga gasped. it was beyond insulting, but he couldn’t even be that mad hearing it come from yamaguchi. now, if it were tsukishima talking, he’d insult him right back.
“suga, you need to have eyes on other women.” kiyoko lectured him. it’s not like she was wrong, obviously suga knew that, but the heart wants what it wants, and no matter what, his heart wanted you.
“but did you really have to tell tanaka about it?” suga whined.
tsukishima almost choked on his drink. “you told—”
“quiet.” kiyoko shushed tsukishima. “listen, suga. i’m doing you a favor, okay? just… take saeko out. just once. maybe it could take your mind off you know who for a little while?”
suga didn’t really have much choice, did he? maybe being seen with another woman will throw away any suspicion his coworkers may potentially have. it definitely won’t take his mind off of you, but at the very least, suga could have some sort of benefit from this whole ordeal.
“and will you keep your mouth shut if i do?” he asked, the most important question of all.
“accompanied by some cash, yes.” kiyoko said. why, of course.
giving in, suga let out a sigh as he whipped out his wallet and handed kiyoko money. she took the bill with a smile on her face, slyly putting in it her pocket.
“what about me—” yamaguchi began to say before suga cut him off.
“i’m less fortunate, remember?” he replied sassily, a nod to what yamaguchi said earlier. suga then finally went back to his desk, muttering curses to himself. “assholes.”
•••
“i’m gonna end up killing someone.” suga said to the camera with an unsettling smile, which quickly faded when he realized he couldn’t actually commit murder like he desired in the moment. “actually, i can’t do that. i’m still waiting for gta 6 to come out.”
“what?”
“none of you guys are waiting for gta 6?” he furrowed his eyebrows before pouting when the crew shook their heads no. “aw, come on…”
•••
once the sun set for the night, the employees of japan pulp and paper all met up at the dock for tonight’s booze cruise. ukai, who arrived far too early, waved his arms in the air for his employees, motioning them to board the boat, acting as if he were the captain of it.
“all aboard!”
“isn’t that what people say on trains?” you ask as you arrive with ryo, shocked he’s not totally against coming here tonight. it was safe to assume it’s because of the open bar, when you really thought it through.
“that’s such a stupid question.” ryo scoffed. of course, a part of him hated being around your obnoxious coworkers. that was no surprise, unfortunately.
“whatever.” you sigh. “sorry i asked, i guess…”
meanwhile, suga parked his car in the parking, just now arriving. he hoped he wasn’t late as he really didn’t need to feel tanaka’s and/or kiyoko’s wrath. he may as well feel it regardless of his time of arrival. suga didn’t want this date tonight. that too was no surprise.
as he got out of his car, suga’s eyes landed on the coolest motorcycle he had ever seen. whoever owned it must take really good care of it, like it was their child or something, he thought to himself. suga didn’t think of the motorcycle much further as he heard a car door slam from far away. he turned around, hoping it was you, but it turned out to kiyoko and yachi rushing towards him.
“sugawara!” they yell out.
suga put his hands out in front of him, hoping to shield the two girls away. “oh god, am i being ambushed?”
“no.” kiyoko replied to his question out of breath. she knew quitting track in high school was a terrible idea. “we were waiting for you to arrive.”
“why..?” suga furrowed his eyebrows.
“to make sure you’re ready for tonight.” yachi said on kiyoko’s behalf.
what did he exactly to be ready for? a date he was forced into with a woman he’s never met? frankly, suga he didn’t really want to meet tanaka’s sister. it was nothing against her personally, she just wasn’t you.
“do i need to give you money too, yachi?” he groaned.
“that’s like taking money from charity.” she replied. man, yachi was just as savage as yamaguchi. they’re truly made for each other.
“wow, just wow.” suga said in disbelief. “look, i’m here, isn’t that good enough?”
“no.” kiyoko deadpanned.
he didn’t have time for this bullshit. suga was just going that stupid dock. “i’m walking away.”
“but—” kiyoko and yachi go after him, but can’t seem to keep up.
suga didn’t really think this through. he was just so irritated that he had to get away from kiyoko and yachi. suga didn’t think about where his feet were going, but before he knew it, he was right at the dock, freezing when you saw you with your fiancé. god, he really regretted his life choices right now.
“suga, come here, pretty boy!” he’s snapped back to reality thanks to tanaka calling out his name. without any chance to take a step, kiyoko and yachi creep up behind him and push him to move. you watch the events unravel, wondering what’s going on, but shake it off bring your back to ryo.
suga stumbled to tanaka and an unfamiliar woman. he met eyes with her, a look of shock evidently present on his face. how can someone related to a bozo like tanaka be so… attractive? no. suga couldn’t think like that. she was tanaka’s sister.
“this is my sister, saeko.” tanaka said, waiting for one of them to say something.
“hiya, suga.” saeko extended her hand out for a handshake. “nice to meet you.”
“hello.” suga replied awkwardly, reciprocating the handshake. thank god it was winter. otherwise, they wouldn’t be wearing gloves.
“have her home by midnight.” tanaka joked. “i’m just kidding, she rode herself here.”
“huh?” suga questioned.
“oh, she’s a biker. have fun!” tanaka then walked away to follow kiyoko, who was boarding the ship with yachi. at least suga knew where that awesome motorcycle belonged to.
now alone with saeko, suga turned his head and watched you board the ship with ryo. he looked back to saeko and examined her face for a second before deciding his next action. she was a very pretty woman, but that simply couldn’t fill the void in suga’s heart. he had to be honest while he had the chance. it was only fair.
“listen, saeko… you seem like a really nice girl, but tanaka is only doing this because i’m in love with a girl that works here and wants to help me get over her.” he admitted, a weight lifted off his shoulders after revealing the truth. “i just think i should be honest.”
“oh, i know.” saeko replied bluntly. “he told me all about that.”
suga blinked a couple times and tried to make sure he heard that correctly. “he did?”
“yeah, i’m just doing this because i owe him one.” she shrugged. “besides, i don’t really date older guys.”
“older?” right. the hair. of course.
“i can play wingwoman for ya! don’t worry, pops.” saeko lightly punched him in the arm, followed by an obnoxiously loud laugh. suga looked to the cameras for help, but the crew just stood in their place.
•••
“tanaka…” suga let out a long sigh. “what the hell have you gotten me into?”
•••
after going through all of the safety measures for the cruise, the office were finally allowed to have their fun. it seemed that telling saeko the truth was the best idea suga ever had as she wanted to help him out by trying to make you jealous. well, if that’s even possible, but who knows? it was worth a shot.
suga and saeko walked to you and ryo as you sat together at one of the many tables. their arms were interlinked, surely making some sort of statement.
“y/n, ryo.” suga said to catch your attention, although he ended up catching ryo’s attention more than yours thanks to saeko.
“well, well, well. who’s the pretty lady you brought with you tonight, suga?” ryo asked with a smirk.
you weren’t all that phased until ryo spoke up. saeko wasn’t just pretty to you, she was beautiful, far more than you ever thought of yourself. you can’t remember the last time ryo ever gave you eyes like the ones he was giving saeko now. you weren’t sure who or what you were jealous of right now. the fact that suga was on a date, your fiancé ogling at said date, or that she was so much prettier than you. you cursed yourself in your head for those thought. you didn’t have a right to be jealous of suga. he had every right to date, he was single, you were not.
now that you thought about it, suga never really dated anyone since he started at the office. as far as you knew, at least. you wondered why that was, but it was impossible to pinpoint it down to one reason. you were so painfully blind to the truth.
“uh, this is—” suga began to introduce saeko until she interrupted him.
“saeko. nice to meet you.” she said with a smile.
“she’s tanaka’s sister.” suga added for a little salt in the wound.
“oh…” your eyes widened. you look to ryo and see as he gave suga a high five, telling him he hit the jackpot. you felt sick, and it definitely had nothing to do with the sea.
suga sat next to you, making you in between him and ryo. saeko sat on the end with suga, showing her excitement about the booze cruise. “i feel like we're in high school and we're sitting at the cool table. how fun.”
“yeah.” you reply, trying to remain as chill as possible. you had to keep telling yourself that she wasn’t a villain, she was just a really nice girl who got lucky to be with suga tonight.
“y/n, what were you like in high school?” saeko asked you.
ryo, however, answered the question for you, letting out a cackle as he practically insulted you in front of the whole table. “oh, she was a total, total dork. it took her getting pretty in college for me to notice her.”
“ha! that’s hilarious!” saeko giggled, nudging suga to laugh as she thought this would work with their plan, but he didn’t find it funny whatsoever. it was completely insulting to you.
“it’s really not…” suga muttered to himself.
“where did you go to school?” ryo asked saeko.
“karasuno.” she replied instantly.
“woah… you guys had the tiny giant, didn’t you?” ryo gasped, referring to a well known former high school volleyball player. despite being at his peak, he retired after graduating high school, never once playing professionally. everyone always wondered about what could’ve been, including ryo, who was one of the many people that heard the tale of the tiny giant.
“yeah, i went to school with him.” saeko bragged. it was far from a humble brag, it was awesome.
“woah! what was he like?” ryo questioned in amazement.
“uh… tiny, i guess?” saeko shrugged. she wasn’t quite sure how to answer that question as she never knew the guy personally, just passed him in the hallways on occasion.
suddenly, the cupid shuffle blared through the speakers. nishinoya had taken over the music and started to play his own playlist, claiming the dj “sucked ass” and decided to take matters into his own hands. there wasn’t much protest as everyone began dancing together, including saeko and ryo who get up from the table and decide to join in on the dance.
suga watched the sight, glad to finally have a moment just with you, but when he turned his head to say something to you, it seemed as if you disappeared. of course, he wondered where you went off to, and decided to find you.
you stood alone, leaning your back against the railing of the boat and rubbing your hands together for warmth. it all became overwhelming for you too quickly, and you figured ryo wouldn’t notice you leaving anyway. even so, it still shocked you when suga noticed, finding you in your lonely spot.
“getting too rowdy?” he asked you.
“mhm…” you nod as you shiver a little.
“yeah, i’m not really a fan of making my ears bleed.” suga said to lighten things up. he wondered if this was a good time to admit the truth about the whole saeko thing, that it was all a set up to get your attention because he was in love with you, but before he had the chance, you blurted out something he didn’t expect out of you.
“sometimes i just don't get ryo.”
suga gulped as his eyes widened for a brief second. “oh…”
“i mean, i don't know. it’s whatever.” you shake the feeling off. why were you saying this to suga anyway? it wasn’t his burden to carry. “so... what's it like going out with tanaka’s sister?”
“oh, um...” suga struggled to answer the question. a long silence followed, making you both feel awkward. there was so many things the two of you could say to each other right now.
“i'm cold.” you say with a faint laugh before heading back to your coworkers, suga following not long after. it was easy just to ignore the unspoken tension.
•••
“how’s the booze cruise going so far?”
“kind of wish things were different right about now.” suga forced a laugh. it was clear he was in pure misery. “haha… i need a drink.”
•••
you return to the group, scanning the area. ryo was chatting it up with one of his coworkers from the warehouse, chugging drinks together and sharing a laugh. you then see kiyoko and yachi pull suga by his arm, seemingly yelling at him for reasons you weren’t sure of whatsoever. your choices of where to go were limited, so you return to your table and see saeko sitting alone with a beer. it seemed like a good idea to have a friendly chat with her.
“hey.” you sit down next to her.
“hey.” she greeted you, taking a swig of her beer bottle.
“i never really liked beer.” you say, trying to start up a conversation. whatever topic worked, you were fine with. as adults, talking about alcohol seemed like the best bet.
“oh, you don’t?” saeko questioned. “you just have to find the right brand, honestly. some taste like shit.”
“ha, yeah.” you quietly laugh and rest your face in your hand. saeko immediately noticed the ring on your finger, even if it’s lost its sparkle as the years have gone by.
“woah, nice ring.” she said in amazement.
you look at your ring, shocked by the compliment. it wasn’t anything special, but you appreciated it anyway. “oh, thank you.”
“i'd like to be engaged.” saeko sighed. “how did you manage to pull that off?”
“uh, i've been engaged for three years, and there's no end in sight, so... you don't wanna ask me for any advice.” you force a laugh. god, you‘d kill for the waiting game to finally end.
unbeknownst to you, ryo overheard what you said, and he decided that tonight was the best night to finally take some action when you least expected it.
•••
“what do you think of saeko?”
such an awkward question for the crew to ask you, don’t you think? even so, you had to answer it without making a complete fool of yourself.
“she’s nice.” you shrug. it technically wasn’t a lie, but you sure quickly pulled it out of your ass. “really pretty too. crazy to think she’s related to tanaka…”
“but what about suga taking her as his date tonight?” and there���s the stinger. you didn’t have a right to be jealous, did you?
“uh… doesn’t really matter what i think, i’d say.” you say timidly and look away from the camera.
•••
out of nowhere, ryo got ahold of the dj’s microphone, seemingly about to make an announcement. what the announcement was, you didn’t know, but you sure as hell were scared to know what it would be.
“everybody, could i have your attention for just a second? could you guys listen to me for a second?” he said into the microphone.
everyone stopped what they were doing to look at ryo. suga had a terrible feeling this wasn’t going to be any good, at least not for him.
“i was just, um…” ryo paused before he dropped the ultimate bomb in front of everyone. “y/n, i think enough is enough. i think we should set a date for our wedding. how about june tenth?”
your eyes widen in shock and you find everyone’s eyes are on you. suga swore he felt his heart drop, desperately waiting for your answer like everybody else. wasn’t this what you wanted? to finally get married? it was hard to think that this was real life. you almost wished time would just stop for a second, but the time kept ticking as you had yet to say a thing.
“well, what do you say?” ryo asked.
before you said anything, you immediately look for suga. he was supposed to be your knight in shining armor, you thought, but now when you desperately needed his saving, he was nowhere to be found. maybe this was a sign that you should say yes. after all, you said yes the first time, right?
“okay..?” you answer.
the room felt silent before everyone erupted into cheers, you the least excited person present. “she said okay!”
you’re ushered to get up and head to ryo. he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and planted a big kiss on your temple. it might as well be the most affectionate he’s been towards you in a very long time, but of course, it was when he had a large group of eyes all on him. while part of you was happy you finally began to see a light at the end of the tunnel, the other part of you felt that this was all just for show. but maybe things will be different. you always think that, but you wanted to think that it would really be different this time.
ukai hopped to you and ryo, quickly hugging you and sharing his excitement for you two. “woah, congratulations, you guys! i knew it would happen eventually!”
“did you?” you raise an eyebrow, looking back on all those past jokes about your engagement.
“uh, yes, y/n. of course, i did.” ukai replied sarcastically. he actually didn’t see this coming, but he wanted in on the attention. “now you have to let me give you away!”
“uh, no thank you.” you quickly shut the idea down. even when all the attention was on you (and your fiancé), your mind still went back to suga. he should be here celebrating with you. you wanted him here. he was your best friend, after all. “um, where’s suga?”
“i don’t know, i thought he was right—“ ukai looked around and saw he was nowhere in sight. “oh, seems he vanished.”
“i should—“ you began to say before ukai cut you off.
“no, no. i’ll go find him.” he insisted. “go celebrate!”
“yeah, okay…” you frown as you watch ukai walk away to find suga.
ukai searched around for suga for quite a bit. when he disappeared, he really took it seriously. it was like he vanished out of thin air. ukai hoped he didn’t jump off the ship or something, and luckily before he could cause a scene over a potentially missing employee, suga was found.
“hey, suga.” he said to him. “you, uh, disappeared, man. did you hear the news?”
“uh-huh. i sure did.” suga said, looking down at the deep, dark ocean, almost as dark as his heart had become after what just happened. you finally set a wedding date. it was a day suga dreaded for god knows how long. he always went back and forth wondering whether the day would actually come, but now that’s it’s here, it was a nightmare turned brutal reality.
“something wrong?” ukai asked suga.
“i just…” he paused, tempted to speak up about how he felt, but kept it to himself. “mmm, nope. it’s stupid.”
“i’m the master of stupid things. you can tell me.” ukai said.
it was just the two of them. for some reason, suga felt like he could actually confide in his boss right now. maybe telling him what was wrong wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “i just… i didn’t think they’d ever actually plan to get married.”
“who? y/n and ryo?” ukai questioned. “what, do you like her or something?”
the look on suga’s face said it all. it showed a man who was desperately in love with a woman that simply wasn’t his. it was all so clear now.
“oh my god, you like y/n.” he said, followed by a faint gasp.
suga let out a sigh. he didn’t need to say a thing, ukai just knew. it was a shock he never figured it out before, really. everyone else seemed to find out easily once suga started to slip up in his facade.
“i can’t believe i never noticed before!” ukai exclaimed. “you two are always smiling and giggling with each other, how could i be so blind? holy cow.”
“tsukishima figured it out at the christmas party.” suga said with a frown. “it’s only a matter of time before she figures it out too.”
“and is that so bad?” ukai asked. it seemed like such a simple yes or no question, but the only way suga knew how to answer it was by pouring his heart out, spewing all the things he kept shoved down his throat for the longest time. it was always bound to come up one way or another.
“ukai, it’s not that i just like her… i love her. i’m in love with everything about her. i adore her. she’s sweet, funny, and she just has this aura… i can’t describe it.” he spoke from the heart, the only way he knew how when it came to you. “she’s beautiful inside and out. i would do anything to give her the world. i worship the rain that waters the grass that grows on the ground she walks on. my heart beats louder for her than it ever has for anyone else, and…”
“and… what?” ukai questioned.
“i don’t want her to marry him. i want her to be with me.” suga cried out, covering his face with his hands out of embarrassment. how could he say something so selfish out loud? the thought felt safer in his head, but even so, he would have burst if he kept it in any longer. “god, it’s so fucking stupid. i’m such an idiot.”
suga had been suffering in silence for too long, and ukai could clearly see that. it pained him to see one of his best employees in this state of despair. “suga, if that’s how you truly feel… then don’t give up. tell her how you feel.”
“she’s engaged, ukai. i can’t.” suga shook his head no. such a prosperous thing to suggest now. it was easy to think he could reveal his feelings when he knew there wasn’t a wedding date in sight, but wouldn’t it be so silly now to beg you to cancel the wedding? he felt like a tall child with all these thoughts eating him up.
“so? engaged ain’t married.” ukai shrugged. “besides, you’re way better than ryo.”
it was weird to have ukai on his side. was he not just celebrating with you? maybe suga’s heartfelt speech gave him a change of heart, or maybe he always saw something there without truly realizing what that something was. maybe ukai always knew you deserved better than a lowlife like ryo.
“why are you saying this?” suga questioned ukai. “i thought you’d be excited about the world’s longest engagement finally reaching its end.”
“i don’t know. i just… when i look at her with ryo versus with you, i think there’s a clear winner. you two have something special, and i wouldn’t give up hope, suga.” he replied. “maybe one day you should just… take a chance and see what she says. you never know what’s going on in that mind of hers.”
“you think so?” suga asked.
ukai nodded without hesitation. “never, ever give up.”
overcome with emotion, suga suddenly decided to wrap his arms around ukai. what’s crazy was that it didn’t even feel weird. ukai may be the most insane boss ever, but no matter what, he always had his way of showing he had his employees backs. when suga needed him most, ukai was right there, telling him words he didn’t know he needed to hear, and turned out to be what he needed the most.
“okay.” suga sniffled into ukai’s shoulder, holding him tighter than before. “i won’t.”
ukai really didn’t want to ruin such a heartfelt moment, but he felt like the life was being sucked out of him. “suga, you… you’re suffocating me.”
“oh.” suga quickly let go of him. “sorry.”
“it’s okay, but don’t forget what i told you.” ukai said, gently poking where suga’s heart was. “that’s an order from your boss.”
suga thought that tonight was the end of the world, but it turned out that he still had reason to have hope. maybe ukai was just feeding his delusions, but it sure felt nice knowing someone had his back and believed in him, that his feelings weren’t foolish. besides, a lot can happen between now and june, right?
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hello !! i just binge watched the bridgerton and i was wondering if you could write something with lee jeonghyeon ! like the reader (it would be a girl but you can change it as nonbinary if you prefer) is secretly dating jeonghyeon, they have a dance/bal and someone is flirting with the reader, you can add whatever you want for the following part like smut or fluff or wtv haha !! btw could the reader be really kind and a bit blunt
Fill your heart with me
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pairing: leejeong x fem reader ft. twin brother ricky
genre: regency/bridgerton era au, fluff, suggestive themes
tw/tags: regency etiquette, gossiping aunties, ricky is lowkey unbothered i guess, except when you call his full christian name, gyuvin is a gorgeous mess as usual, dancing, unwanted attention from some unnamed man, leejeong ex machina, banter, many "improper" kisses, leejeong simp lives on
wc: 1825
summary: your favoured suitor and soon-to-be fiance comes to the ball unexpectedly.
a/n ty anon for this! this is really so late but I really do love this req and i wanted to do it justice so I hope you enjoy~ also! there's a lot of like etiquette at play so this is the source i based it off if anyone's interested! also also xiǎo mèi means little sister (reader is the younger twin lol)
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“Miss Shen is indeed one of the jewels of the season”
“Certainly, she is of fair face and has many virtues.”
“I’ve been told that she is quite skilled in the art of languages, she plays the pianoforte quite well and her deportment is incomparable.”
“And the Shen family is quite wealthy, any gentleman would consider himself lucky to have her as his bride.”
You pointedly ignore the aunties whispering among themselves as you make your way across the floor. Your mother has taken ill this evening, leaving your brother to escort you around. It wasn’t too bad. If an overeager suitor was not to your liking, all Ricky had to do was stand tall and look down his nose at them. Unfortunately, that also went for the suitors that weren’t too bad as well.
“I didn’t like him, Xiǎo Mèi” He says to you as you both watch the poor man make his way back into the crowd, proverbial tail between his legs.
“Richard,” You hiss, drawing yourself to your full height which doesn’t really do anything since your brother is disgustingly vertically gifted. “You need to stop calling me that.”
“I’ll stop calling you that when you stop calling me Richard.”
“It’s what’s proper.”
“And I care because?”
“Ugh, you are infuriating.”
“And you have feathers in your hair.”
If you weren’t wearing one of your best gowns, low cut, splendidly embroidered white satin, trimmed with hideously expensive silver thread, you would have lunged at him already. Instead you settle for squeezing the arm you’re holding a little too hard, glad that your gloves would conceal how your knuckles strain. To your chagrin, you get nothing more than a slight wince.
Fortunately, someone else decides to barrel into him and if your brother was any less steady, he would have been knocked clean off his feet. Meanwhile, you’re fighting the urge to laugh hysterically. Kim Gyuvin may have half the ladies in the room falling over themselves for him but he possessed the grace of a newborn foal and the personality of a rambunctious puppy.
“Ricky-ah!” He greets your brother effusively before turning to you and playfully dipping his head into a pseudo-bow. “Miss Shen.”
“Mr. Kim.” You reply with your own little curtsey. 
There’s nothing more enjoyable than the look on your brother’s face right now. All the eligible ladies on your side of the room are giggling and whispering among themselves, definitely charmed by two of the season’s most eligible bachelors. You would be too, except one of them’s your brother and the other one is just as good as that in everything but name. None of them know about the time Kim Gyuvin threw a fit after your brother called his beloved lapdog something he probably shouldn’t have. You do. It sort of ruined any semblance of his image for you.
“As much as I know your brother makes delightful company,” Gyuvin begins. 
You stifle a giggle beneath your gloved hand. If the whole of polite society wasn’t watching, Ricky would’ve definitely punched him by now. You resist the urge to make an unladylike snort as Gyuvin extends his unnervingly large hand towards you. 
“May I have this dance, Miss Shen?”
“You may.”
You let Gyuvin lead you across the floor. For all of his awkward deportment, you know he has proven time and time again that he is an excellent dancer.
“Is there any lucky gentleman that you have your eye on tonight, Miss Shen?” He asks as you make smooth circles around the room.
“Not particularly, Mr. Kim.” You spin once, the light fabric of your skirt almost floating. “And you? Is there any lucky lady that has caught your attention?”
If Gyuvin had not been a childhood playmate and old friend, then perhaps you would not be so improper. But alas, you’ve known each other from the moment you could toddle. He graces you with a secretive smile.
“Perhaps, we shall see.”
The dance comes to an end a moment later and you give each other a courtesy bow. Gyuvin means to escort you back to your brother but some nosey mother pulls him away, likely to try and introduce her daughter to him. Thus, you are left alone, searching for your brother’s blond head. Unfortunately for you, it seems that your lonesome state has caught the attention of some gentlemen on the hunt.
“Miss Shen, what a pleasure.” A particularly bold one comes up to you. You greet him in kind, although you are well aware that his eyes have fixated themselves on your chest, ogling the low cut of your dress. Still, you must make conversation although you curse the rules of propriety in your head.
“My mother has taken ill this evening unfortunately.” You say trying your best to angle yourself away from his uncomfortable stare and excuse yourself. “So it is my brother who is escorting me this evening. I need to get back to him actually.” 
“Oh well he seems to have stepped out, might I keep you company in his stead?”
You’re about to outrightly tell him to leave you be when a familiar voice speaks up first.
“My apologies but I will be accompanying Miss Shen in the meantime.”
Both you and the man turn. You can’t help the smile that blooms on your face when you see your soon-to-be betrothed.
“Mr. Lee, I didn’t know you were joining us tonight.”
“I’m glad that Miss Shen is delighted to see me.” You move forward and take the arm he offers as he turns to the other man who has quite a sour look on his face. “Excuse me, good sir.”
Both of you watch as he leaves with a huff. The ladies and their mamas whisper but you pay them no mind. Soon they would all know anyway. 
Lee Jeonghyeon has been courting you since the season started. He was 2 years your senior, good friends with Ricky and from a family that your parents approved of. Everything had been very private up until now as both your families finally began to talk about a public engagement and an even more public wedding. It was to be expected with both of you coming from aristocracy.
“May you do me a favour of having your next dance, Miss Shen?” He asks you as the quartet hints at the beginning of a waltz.
“You always have my favour, Mr. Lee.” 
You’re already facing him, one of his large hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him, perhaps a bit closer than the dance called for but with enough space between you to keep it appropriate for the many discerning eyes on you. His other hand holds yours, almost hiding it completely in his grasp. And he looks nowhere but at your face and you would almost feel shy as if his eyes hadn’t traced over your features so many times before. Still, you can’t help but blush at how brazen he is in such a public space.
“In the upcoming events this season,” he murmurs quietly, almost intimate in such a crowded room. “I hope that you could give me the privilege of having your first dance.”
He can have all of them, you would have told him plainly but you need not scandalise the ladies even more. So instead, you say.
“Then that privilege is yours.” The way he looks at you definitely holds almost too much passion for others to look upon.
Later, when you’ve found your brother and Gyuvin again, sharing a drink by the refreshments table, he asks another favour that makes you go completely and unattractively red.
“I heard that the garden is lovely at night, would Miss Shen like to accompany me for a walk outside?”
It’s a bold request. And you’re glad he spoke quietly enough that only your brother and Gyuvin are within earshot. Nevermind that the latter very nearly chokes on his drink. It’s surprising that he’s this shocked considering both of them had the misfortune of walking in on you in the back parlour doing things that were at the height of impropriety (you were just kissing…rather passionately).
Still, you’re suddenly glad your mother is not here but perhaps that is exactly the reason why Jeonghyeon asked. Ricky exchanges glances with you before he speaks.
“If my sister desires it.”
You weigh out the consequences before producing a beatific smile.
“It’s a little stuffy in here, perhaps some air would do us all some good.”
So as the crowd falls into another dance, you slip out, your brother and Gyuvin trailing behind you as a semblance of a chaperone. The garden is indeed beautiful at night. Even better, the foliage is grown enough for both of you to slip behind it, creating a little corner of your own. Meanwhile, your supposed chaperones linger a respectable distance, conversing quietly and letting you have your privacy. Finally, Jeonghyeon’s hands slide to your waist, holding you as closer than earlier. You allow yourself a little impropriety, pouting at him, just a bit.
“You should have informed that you would be attending, Mr. Lee.”
“If it pleases my Lady, I shall give her prior notice on the next occasion.”
Boldly, you stand on your toes and give him the lightest peck, your lips barely brushing his. This time, he flushes, ducking his head like a bashful schoolboy.
“It would please me very much.” You beam up at him. He leans down and catches you in a longer kiss, leaving you breathless as you shove at him gently. “We shouldn’t be so hasty here with so many around.”
“Very well,” he says, looking at you so intimately as if you were the only star in the vast dark sky. “Grant me one last favour this evening then, Miss Shen.”
“And what is it that you desire, Mr. Lee?” His face is still so close to yours that you feel faint.
“My name,” he whispers. “If you could call me by my name this evening, just once, I would be most happy.”
You can’t help the way your breath catches in your throat. It feels almost illicit to utter something that you’ve only ever addressed him in writing, have murmured in the most quiet of moments. Here, in the garden, where your willingly oblivious chaperones chat among themselves, with the crowd but a doorway apart, with the stars hanging above you to witness. Still you grant him his favour.
“Jeonghyeon.”
It is but an almost silent breath. Yet the way his eyes slowly shut, as if relishing in the moment, makes it feel like so much more. And oh, your heart flutters as he looks at you again, breathes your name into the air between you because it is for you and you alone.
His hands grasp yours gently and everything fades into the background. It’s only him.
“My darling.”
And you let him kiss you again.
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