#i’m also intrigued by blue lock like

[lqfiles]

NARUTO IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE !! unfortunately i am a diehard sasuke fan/defender (i have a type) ive finished both naruto and shippuden i just haven’t dabbled in boruto bc im a stickler for nostalgia and fan service (sasuke scenes) BUT story wise i enjoyed naruto very much its my favorite anime overall jjk is only my fav manga ANYWAY im rambling i think naruto is worth if annoying ass arcs are ur thing 😭 the pacing is really stupid in my opinion w multiple episode long fights and shit. the plot is really good though imo but that’s just because i enjoy stuff like atla w like cultural and elemental influences typa bs but it can get really confusing once you get to shippuden because it’s one big PYRAMID SCHEME ABOUT THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP😜 ANYWAY i think it’s at a point where naruto is like a classic in a way so it’s worth it and im anti dbz and one piece LMFAAAOOO if u look up naruto filler guides its easy to get through and we NEED more women watching naruto because im TIRED of these losers hating on sakura this entire anon was self indulgent i LOVE yapping about my interests THANK YOU FOR BRINGING UP NARUTO YES !! WATCH NARUTO !!! I LOVE UCHIHA SASUKE AND HARUNO SAKURA !!!

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OMGJDKFJ YOU WOULD GET ALONG WIRH MY OOMF she is a sakura SHOOTER and the sasusaku president fr 😭😭 but from i’m gathering it’s worth it and if it somewhat reminds you of avatar i might de dabble in omg i LOVEEE ATLA. naruto is such a classic anime tho i feel like its practically the FACE of anime which i’m sometimes gagged by like wow this really is our representation…. but i think whats only holding me back is how many episodes there are like i have a short attention span so this better be GOOD (which omg this reminds me of how tokyo ghoul let me down so bad that i LITERALLY had to drop i was so pissed but that’s a convo for another day.. FUCK SEASON 3 😑)

tbh i’m just trying to reconnect with my weeb roots i used to be such a weeb back in 2021-2022 and would stay up at night just watching animes lol WEEBLANDIA IS CALLING MY NAME AGAIN WAIT FOR MEEEE btw i love sakura i might not be in the naruto fandom but from what i heard she is hated there and my oomfs do nawt play about her WE LOVE THIS QUEEN NO MATTER WHAT!!!

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 22] || [Chapter 22.5] || [Chapter 24]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.1K~ cw: selfish john price, also john price is a hypocrite/liar? Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: Their drinks + nicotine of choice is fully INSPIRED by this post by @ceilidho

Chapter 23: Kiss and Tell?

Simon, Kyle and Johnny sat outside the base, in the open air, each one of them engaging in their typical vices.

Simon with a milky breakfast tea and a nicotine patch, Johnny with a vape and an Ultra Blue Monster, Kyle with a weird green tea drink and a cigarette.

It’s way too early in the day for them to be doing that… But they are nonetheless.

They’re just having some downtime, talking to one another, shooting the shit… Not at all waiting for you to wake up and text them back, not at all.

John joins them soon after and sits beside them, carrying a cup of black coffee and one of his usual cigars. He sits down with a groan before kicking his legs up on the ledge of the outdoor table.

“Captain.” The men greet him as he lights his cigarette and grumbles a “Lads” in return.

“A word?” John says as he puffs from his cigarette, wet lips and tongue tasting the brown wrapping as he sucks in the smoke.

That attracts the attention of the other three, all of them glancing over with varying degrees of displayed intrigue.

“I’d like in on your little… agreement.” He says casually while exhaling the smoke and taking a sip of his pisswater-like coffee.

The lads look at each other, almost like silently begging each other to say something.

“Why, Captain?” Kyle ends up asking, leaning forward on his knees to glance at John.

“What Ghost said resonated with me.” He explains. “How I enjoyed my time with them as well.” He says simply.

“Right, but that’s different from datin’ them.” Ghost retorts as he sips from his milk tea, brown eyes locked onto John as if trying to read his intentions. “Can’t just force something that isn’t there.”

“I know that, Simon.” John retorts, his eyes boring into Simon’s harshly, causing a blonde eyebrow to raise in response. “But I wanted to talk with you lot about it before I go on pursuing them.” He explains.

Simon can tell John is hiding something, but he knows better than to address it in front of everyone. He knows Kyle and Johnny trust John blindly, and he doesn’t want to ween them of that with a harsh reality check.

“Well…” Ghost says with a shrug, fingers nudging at the nicotine patch on his shoulders while pretending to stretch his arms a bit. He’s been wearing them as an extra ‘pick me up’ for a decade now. “Not like we’re a… ‘closed’ relationship.” He explains.

“We’re not?” Johnny asks playfully. “Ye’re seein’ more people on the side, L.T.?” Johnny quips with a smirk on his lips while setting his Monster can down and taking a hit from his flavored vape.

“Yeah, you cheating on us?” Kyle jokes with a smirk.

“Oh, piss off, both of ya.” The blond retorts and rolls his eyes, sipping his tea once more, earning some laughs around the table. “Bloody insufferable, you are.” He adds, causing the younger sergeants to nudge each other while murmuring “He’s talking about you.”s to one another.

“What I’m trying to say is,” He tells John as he looks the older man in the eyes. “you shouldn’t be askin’ us about this. It’s all on them if they take you into the fold.” Simon retorts.

“Already did.” John replies, eyebrows raising as he takes another puff of his cigar. “Paid them a visit last night, explained what I felt about your situation, they eased a lot of my worries…” He trails off. He’s mostly saying the truth.

“Helped me realize maybe I was just… feeling left out.” He says. He conveniently forgets to mention he spent half of the night rearranging your guts. They don’t need to know that.

“No way, Captain, ye were jealous?!” Johnny teases and then bursts into laughter, for which Kyle joins him.

“Yeah, yeah, take the piss out of me all you want.” John quips and rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance, but hiding a little satisfied smirk behind the rim of his mug. He’s not going to deny it.

“Well, I’m fine with it… The more the merrier!” Soap says to Price with a chuckle and a wagging of his brows.

After a sip of his green tea drink, Kyle speaks: “Filthy pig.”, earning a nudge on his side. 

“Haud yer wheesht! I weren’t the one balls deep in ‘em last week.” Soap retorts.

John’s attention is turned to the bickering Sergeants, having been unaware of that detail until now.

“I was just being a good friend!” Kyle retorts as he takes a drag of his nearly-burned-through cig. “Was shaggin’em for Simon.”

“Don’t drag me into this… I didn’t ask you to do that.” Simon retorts as he narrows his eyes at Kyle.

“Oh, please, as if your blood didn’t rush ‘down south’ before I even arrived-” Kyle continues his playful tease.

“Right. Ye’re speakin’ as if ye weren’t jerkin’ off the whole time, L.T.” Johnny adds.

“Wait, he was jerkin’ it?” Kyle asks with a gasp as he turns to his right side to glare at Johnny.

“Aye? Ye didn’t see? Ye were there!” Johnny tells Kyle.

“I was occupied, Johnny!” Kyle replies, though he looks like he’s a bit sheepish about saying it aloud.

“That ye were.” Johnny quips with a smirk. Kyle rolls his eyes. “Didn’t peg ye for a shaver.” He adds.

Kyle groans in frustration, even he getting a bit flustered/annoyed by Johnny’s teasing. He looks over at Simon, as if seeking out help only for the blond to say. “Don’t worry, Kyle, it’s good you shave. You’ve got a really pretty cock.”

“That he does.” Price slips in casually as he sips his black tea again, which causes the other men’s eyes to widen as they stare at him like he’s just said something unexpected.

“What? I’ve seen all of you naked.” John shrugs and smirks playfully under his mustache.

That leaves the other men sputtering a bit, exchanging glances, three pairs of eyes trying to wordlessly figure out if the others know that the Captain isn’t just hinting at ‘locker rooms’, ‘showers’ or ‘urinals’ for all three of them… 

Trying to figure out if the others have figured out that all of them have been below the Captain at one point or another in the last decade.

John knows better than to let them figure it out, so he instead changes subjects: “So… when are you planning on making it official with them?”

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[outromoony]

Secret identily

@wolfstarmicrofic | Word count: 599

"Would you grant me this dance?" the stranger asked, extending his gloved hand in Remus's direction. He couldn’t see the stranger's face through the mask, but the piercing blue eyes were enough for him to take the offered hand.

When Remus had been invited to the masquerade ball, he hadn't known what to expect. He felt strange among all those masked strangers, as if he were walking among shadows. Yet, the mask gave him a confidence he lacked without it. It not only hid his scars but also allowed him to be whoever he wanted to be, free from judgment.

The stranger led him to the dance floor, where many other couples were slow dancing. The long black hair of his partner danced freely as he moved gracefully, as if he had been born to dance.

"What’s your name?" the stranger eventually asked as he spun Remus around. He had an amazing way of making Remus feel as if he could dance just as well, as if he were seconds from flying.

"Isn’t the allure of a masquerade ball to remain anonymous?" Remus inquired. The stranger laughed softly, a beautiful sound.

"I suppose," he conceded, twirling Remus effortlessly. "But there's something about you that makes me want to know more."

You wouldn't say the same if you saw my scars beneath the mask, Remus thought, though he didn’t say it out loud. "Moony."

"What?" the other asked in a murmur, confused, their bodies close as they danced.

"You can call me Moony."

"Moony," he nodded. "Please don’t run away at midnight; it would be a shame if you lost one of your shoes."

At that, Remus couldn't help but laugh, though he quickly closed his mouth, hearing his laugh echo through the place. The stranger smiled.

"I promise not to vanish at midnight," Remus replied with a playful grin, meeting the stranger's gaze. "But only if you're willing to reveal a secret of your own."

"Alright," the stranger said softly, his eyes locked onto Remus's with a mixture of hesitation and yearning. "If I tell you my secret, will you still stay?"

Remus nodded, his heart pounding with anticipation. The stranger then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm not supposed to be here."

Remus furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

"I'm hiding," he explained. "From my family."

"I-" Remus almost stopped dancing, too intrigued by the conversation. "Why?"

"They want me to marry a woman," he continued, his movements slower. "To help continue the family name, but that’s not what I want."

"And what do you want?" Remus found himself asking before he could think about it. The stranger smiled in response.

"I want to be free," he confessed softly, his voice barely audible over the melodies surrounding them. "To love who I choose, to live my own life without their expectations weighing me down."

Remus just stared at him, wanting to say something comforting but unable to find the words. The stranger continued, "You also seem like someone who hides behind the mask."

"I am," he confessed, not even knowing why he felt he could be vulnerable with this stranger. "I’m also hiding from something... though that something is part of me, so I can’t really hide from it."

The stranger listened intently, his expression softening as he mirrored Remus's vulnerability. "Maybe tonight," he whispered, his voice barely a breath against Remus's ear, "we can both find a piece of that freedom we crave."

And in that moment, Remus couldn’t help but think he had never felt more seen, even with a mask on.

[gliphyartfan]

Ohhhh! I hadn't thought about the dark circles! Now I have the thought that something very very simple for us, means a lot a lot for Hylians.

you know just the very basics about plants so that they barely manage to grow? Oh! It means you were blessed with the touch of nature and you are a child of the forest (human kokiri?).

Yeah, no, 'simple for us but a lot for the Hylians' is canon to me now, nothing will change my mind, and whoever tries it i invite to a peaceful fight to the death with knives-

And curly hair! It didn't occur to me either and I felt stupid because I have curly hair and I didn't think of the possibility. I'm now imagining Wind, intrigued, playing gently pulling my locks to straighten them and letting them go only to see them spring back into their spiral shape.

Oh imagine our heroes in our world, just spending hours fascinated watching people because there is so much variety! Round faces, square faces, apple-shaped bodies, brown hair with light red highlights, black, brown, green, blue eyes. Vitiligo, heterochromia, redheads, pale, black, brunette, alternative styles, dreadlocks, gothic, afro hair, short hair, shaved, simple, complicated...

The poor heroes will be overloaded with so much to see, there is so much diversity, so much life, so many people just being themselves without caring about anything else.

Human Kokiri? Ooh, I like that.

Now I’m imagining Time would be completely taken aback if he saw you coaxing life out of even the simplest plant.

He’d be silently in awe, connecting it back to his childhood. The mere thought that Reader could be linked to the forest, a sort of human Kokiri, would definitely affect him. (All in good ways I assure you.)

He might ask, only half-joking, if the Great Deku Tree has been guiding Reader too, or if Reader has forest spirits watching over them. For him, the connection the two of them seem to share with nature would feel deeply sacred and familiar.

he’d definitely enjoy spending time with Reader in nature or gardening.

Also, Sky would find curly hair mesmerizing, almost like a work of art crafted by the gods. He’d study each curl with such reverence, perhaps running his fingers gently through them and being deeply fascinated by the texture and movement. He’d be soooo tempted to see if he could challenge himself with carving a statue with a accurate curls. (A true magnus opus!)

…. (Then again to him, any unique trait they have would be another reminder of their beauty, and he’d appreciate the small things—freckles, the way their hair falls, or the shape of their face, all of it would just add to how much he admires Reader.)

Twilight would be able to pick up Reader no matter their body weight/height/etc.

Cause Reader deserves to be carried by one of the heroes just as much as they deserve to carry the heroes like they are a handful of grapes ! 😤

[bloodykora]

If you’re still doing Buggy headcanons: Sooo I always actually thought big noses on people are INCREDIBLY attractive. Give me men with noses that look just a bit too beaten up, women with noses that are big and wide, give me Roman noses and hawk noses and any unconventionally attractive nose and I am SWOONING.

… I feel the prompt almost writes itself at this point, what would Buggy think of someone who sees his funny looking nose not as a flaw but a mayor charm point and just constantly gives it kisses, traces it affectionately, boops it or comments (in all honesty and absolutely genuinely) how handsome and distinguished it makes him look, how it really suits him etc?

Wanna read about that man bluescreening because he hasn’t even treathened them yet to not make fun of his nose and they are already at the „flattering him to save themself“ stage? What do you MEAN you’re not saying that to safe yourself?!

This fucking anon/ask made me giggle so much, I literally showed it to my friends. I hope I did you and the prompt justice!

Enter the moment in Annie where Ms. Hannigan sees Warbucks’ diamond and goes “Oh my god, is that thing real?!” in shock but also delight. Me at that dude’s honker. (I want to be put on his nose like he has gangrene and I’m a leech who sucks on it to get the blood flow going) Also enter the Doja Cat quote of liking big noses.

- At first, dude is fucking weirded out. People have made comments and jokes about this stupid little red thing on his face and you… you think it’s attractive??? Huh.

- Definitely thinks you’re lying at first (and for the next few months), you’re literally the only person who is able to shut him up.

- Curtain drops, spot light is on, the blue haired clown walks in. Blabbering on about how his entrance should be more enthusiastic, but you got your eyes on your own prize, bright big red nostrils. If he wants an entrance, you’ll give him one by starting to clap loudly, getting so giddy that you start slightly hopping.

- “Oh my goodness, that is just.” Loss for words. “Are you making fun of me?” He approaches you, you hear him but his words don’t really seep into your brain at the moment. “It’s gorgeous, literally the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Your eyes are locked with his eyes and before he can even reply you reach up to brush your fingertip against his nose.

- Wants you dead first, no one has gotten close to touching it in years. And you, a low life nobody insults him like that. You get strung up immediately, your arm stretched so your fingers are out.

- “For that little ploy, I’ll take your fingers first and then your life.” Yes you’re scared but really could you regret it? This was the pirate’s life. “Oh, darn. Well, I’ll at least die happily. My eyes set on the most lovely nose I’ve seen in my years of life.”

- Thinks you’re still making fun of him until a few compliments later it clicks in his head that you mean it, with no hint of sarcasm or mockery. He lets you down, immediately ordering his crew to take care of the others you came with while he returns (runs) to his quarters. He’s a little intrigued by you, willing to die for a graze of his face. He keeps you as well, not that you’re upset by it.

- Crew thinks you’re hilarious, stopping a task to gaze longingly at the captain until either he realizes in which he shoos you back to work or he walks away. You boost his ego a ton though.

- From a distance he can ignore the thoughts he knows you’re thinking but up close, when they’re said in front of the crew, other pirates, hostages. He’s been known to cover your mouth with something so he doesn’t freeze up. When yall get together though, its game over.

- The first time you licked it, he almost saw some form of god. The angel's chorus was in his ears and he couldn’t help but say a little prayer in his head about you.

- Kissing it at least 3 times a day for good luck, rubbing up and down the bridge to soothe him to sleep, nipping at it when you feel playful. Not to mention he now has your voice in his head if he ever insults it going: “That’s not true! It is like one of the top 3 of the things I love about you and if you are mean to it again then I’m gonna cut it off and keep it all day!”

- Laying in his bed just watching him go about the day when you drop a “If my memory was wiped tomorrow I hope I’d get to keep at least the picture of your nose in my head.” before just turning over and going to rest. You hear him physically stop in his tracks and then a thud, he had let go of a boot.

- He doesn’t ever want to ask for praise about his nose on the days where he feels more insecure but you can tell by the way he rubs it on your collarbone and shoulder. You immediately pull out the good old “Have I told you how dashing attractive your nose is today? I seriously would just hop on and ri-” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence, cutting you off with a kiss knowing where it’s going.

- If anyone comments on his nose, you are the first to bite back. Threatening to cut out their tongue and string it up for future people to understand their place. Then squish Buggy while speaking highly of his stunning feature and how lucky they are to see it in the first place.

- You’re kinda crazy but hey, so is Buggy and he loves that you’re insane about him and his nose.

[ppleasexanny]

⟢ ⋮ introducing. . . surgeon!matt & governor's daughter!reader .ᐟ

the bustling port town of harrow's end was a stage for peculiar encounters, none more so than the day a surgeon named matthew sturniolo met the governor’s daughter, lady isabelle harrow.

matt, a deft and resourceful young man, was known as much for his skill in the operating room as for his knack for finding himself in dubious situations. his latest escapade had been a daring—but perhaps ill-advised—operation to save a smuggler who had taken a musket ball to the side. his success in the matter earned him a begrudging thank-you and a hastily paid fee, but also the ire of local constables. 

୨ৎ

he was catching his breath in the governor’s lush gardens—having jumped over a stone wall to evade capture—when he spotted her. lady isabelle was a picture of grace in her pale blue gown, a parasol tilted over one shoulder as she examined the blossoms of a rose bush. 

matt, nursing a scraped hand from his escape, attempted to retreat, but a dry twig underfoot betrayed him with a sharp crack. isabelle turned, her green eyes locking on him. 

“you’re not supposed to be here,” she said, her voice steady, but her lips curled with the faintest trace of amusement. 

“i could say the same,” matt replied, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “but then again, i doubt you’ve spent the morning fleeing armed men with more zeal than wit.” 

“fleeing?” she echoed, intrigued despite herself. “a criminal, are you?” 

“a healer, milady,” matt said with a bow. “though not every soul in this town shares my appreciation for discretion.” 

isabelle tilted her head, studying him. his dark, unruly hair and sharp features gave him the air of a rogue, yet the confident way he spoke belied a sharp intellect. “a healer, you say? you seem rather... out of place for a man of medicine.” 

matt grinned, his charm effortless. “true enough. but as luck would have it, one of my patients proved to have a poor temperament and an even poorer sense of secrecy.” he stepped closer, careful not to overstep propriety. “speaking of temperaments, yours seems remarkably calm, considering you’ve just stumbled upon a trespasser.” 

isabelle smiled faintly. “perhaps i prefer intriguing trespassers to dull invitations.” she closed her parasol with a sharp click. “tell me, sir surgeon, what will you do if i summon the guards?” 

matt chuckled softly. “i imagine i’d be in quite a bind, though i might wager my skill with words would buy me a head start. but you won’t, will you?” 

“and why not?” 

“because,” he said, meeting her gaze, “you’ve already decided i’m far more interesting than whatever ball or tea your father has dragged you into today.” 

isabelle allowed herself a laugh, light and musical. “perhaps,” she admitted, “but that doesn’t mean you’ll escape unscathed. follow me.” 

matt blinked. “follow you?” 

“yes. it wouldn’t do for the governor’s daughter to be seen alone with a scoundrel.” she smirked. “you’ll play the role of my new physician until i can find a way to send you safely on your way.” 

“your new physician?” matt said, raising an eyebrow. “i’m hardly dressed for the part.” 

“lucky for you, i’m in charge here,” isabelle replied, her tone both commanding and mischievous. “now, come along, dr. sturniolo. let’s see if you’re as clever with people as you are with scalpels.” 

with no better options, matt fell into step behind her, half in awe of the young woman’s audacity.

a/n... thank u so much for all likes, reblogs and comments under my first fic (and the follows)! that means so much to me really. hope u like this small introduction :) i literally love the artful dodger sm i just HAD TO write about matt. love u!

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© PPLEASEXANNY

[trancylovecraft]

Um hello, could you write some relationship headcanons for Lucifer from Blue Exorcist with a half human/ half angel s/o? If that’s alright with you, please and thank you. I liked your recent Blue Exorcist headcanons and I’m also excited for season 3!

(BLUE EXORCIST) YANDERE LUCIFER x HALF-ANGEL! READER: Headcannons

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Come again soon!

• Thank you SO much for requesting aoex lucifer like OMG we need more yandere fics of him (and aoex) and I'm willing to provide

• Since angels don’t exist in Aoex as a reference I’m gonna use the stereotypical angel as a guide.

• This takes place following my other headcannons of him once he finally captures you.

• As soon as he does he notices something off about you. A lump in the back of your clothing that seemed to twitch or the way your wounds bled golden.

• Firstly he’d be absolutely stunned. Angels exist? Ridiculous! Yet as he sees your unconscious form, Wings splayed out and all there was no denying it.

• He’d totally be into it though. Lucifer views himself as perfection and you being such a holy and pure being just matches him perfectly.

• Even though you are only half, Though.

• He has a lot of questions about your heritage. Which one of your parents are an angel? Have you met them? Do archangels exist too? Are one of them your parent?

• He asks these questions in such a monotone voice yet he’s really intrigued by who sired you.

• Lucifer also asks about heaven, if you’ve been there and If there really is one and there is a god

• He asks about your wings too. Lucifer thinks they’re absolutely divine and asks (Near pleadingly) to touch them. To which you back away in aversion until his guards bring you forth, He doesn’t care whether you say yes or no. You’re his so he can caress your wings all he wants. 

• Unironically calls you “My Angel” with a straight face.

• When your forced to sleep in the same bed as him he constantly strokes the feathers of your wings, Finding comfort in them.

• Will be testing your blood for any healing properties for his elixr’s. If you do then there is absolutely no way you’re getting out of this place.

• You move to a bigger room so you have more space for your wings.

• The clothing he gets for you will be much more ‘Angelic’ with mostly whites and pastels. Its all for his delusion of divinity with you, Even if you are only half.

• Youll live longer because of your blood. Lucifer is glad about that because it gives him more time to find a way to make you immortal alongside him.

• Homare now goes to bird care classes on her time off.

• Lucifer, When he has a good body, Likes to take you around museums (Which he rents out so you two are alone) and gets you to explain what happened in the religious sections.

• Even if you have no clue since you’re half human and weren’t born around that time, He’ll believe any gibberish you make up and listen with interest.

• Even though he is a demon, He does view himself as more of an angel so he doesn’t see any issue when you say you cant be together due to your conflicting sides. (And that he kidnapped you and touches your wings without consent, But he wasn’t really listening to that part)

• If you ever try to escape him by flying off he will catch you. Both his siblings, Their kin and the Illuminati will have no problem tracking you down.

• The worst part is when you kneel before him after being recaptured, Surrounded by the entire Illuminati as he softly threatens to clip your wings if you do it again.

• Afterwards you now wear leg weights to make it more difficult. While he would definitely clip your wings he wants to keep them in perfect condition, So you’re safe another day.

• Good luck trying to cry for your angelic parent when you’re locked in a angelically warded room!

[norris-lando]

dress

Max Verstappen x Reader, Charles Leclerc x Reader

inspired by the song Dress - Taylor Swift

warnings: nsfw, cheating, smut, mentions of alcohol, slight angst, mentions of a toxic relationship

author’s note: This has been sitting in my drafts for forever and cause I'm having the worst writer's block I'm posting this now. I hope you enjoy!

word count: 2.1k

our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you

You and Max had been together for a few years at this point. Things had been rocky from the start every now and then but that was life, right? Or so you thought. You loved each other and there was no way you would ever breakup or hurt each other intentionally.

Yes, a part of you was more than intrigued to see what a relationship with one of Max's colleagues would feel like. Hell, even just a one night stand with Charles Leclerc would be enough for you, as well as Charles.

Ever since that one fateful summer you spent with Max in Monaco, you and Charles felt something between the two of you shift. Leading to this.

—

The race weekend had just come to an end. The party was loud and everyone was there. People were drinking and having fun. Max had won and Christian Horner was making a toast on behalf of Max and the rest of the team at Redbull. You were sat down at the one the tables, eyeing the champagne glass in front of you. You should be feeling happy for your boyfriend but something made your head spin. You couldn't focus on Horner's words. You looked around the room as you felt your dark blue silk dress tighten around your figure. It was almost like the room was spinning.

Charles couldn't keep his eyes of off you. He knew his thoughts were wrong. You were spoken for. You were in love with Max. But he couldn't help his unorthodox thoughts crossing his mind. And the dress... The dress was something else. It looked perfect on you but he couldn't help but wonder how it would look on his hotel room floor.

It was hot and you couldn't help but feel like suffocating in this moment. You scanned the room and locked eyes with Charles. He had a slight smirk on his face but seeing you in your current state, his smirk fast turned to a look of worry. You held his gaze for a moment, smiled, almost as if letting him know, ‘I’m okay, don’t you worry about me.’ You turned your attention back to Max who was sitting next to you. Max rested his hand on your thigh, startling you from your own daydreams.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom," you whispered in Max's ear all while you could see from the corner of your eye how Charles still held his gaze. Max was still focused on the celebration and didn't really hear you. His hand slid off your thigh as you got up and walked away from the room.

all of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, my hands are shaking from all this

Charles caught up with you before you could enter the restroom. This wasn't the first time the two of you had put yourselves in a situation like this which had you questioning your choices but you sure were hoping this was all just a dream. Last thing you wanted was to cause a scene right here right now.

"y/n, is everything okay?" he asked as he grabbed your hand. Your knees were shaking and you were sure they would buckle from under you any second. You turned around and couldn't dare to look the gorgeous man in front of you. Eyes shifting back and forth, you tried to peek around to make sure no one was in earshot of your conversation.

"What are you doing here?" you almost yelled at Charles. A part of you was angry, you couldn't let this happen but you also couldn't help yourself. It was no secret to either of you, how you felt about each other behind closed doors. You sometimes wondered if the two of you almost forced these moments upon yourselves. Where it was just you and him. Where it was like the rest of the world didn't even matter.

Charles sighed, "I wanted to make sure you were okay," he said, still not letting go of you. He knew about the trouble in your and Max’s relationship but didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. Charles’ hand was hot and you were scared it was going to leave a mark on your body. "You looked sort of miserable back there," he continued and you could swear you saw a flash of a mischievous smirk behind the concern.

"We can't be here together, what if someone sees?" Worry filled your mind, "what if Max comes looking for me." Your last sentence being more of a statement than a question though both of you knew that Max was too focused on celebration right now to notice if you were missing for longer than usual.

You hadn't noticed in your current state but Charles had pushed the two of you into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. You only realised after your brain registered the clicking sound of the lock.

say my name and everything just stops, i don't want you like a bestfriend, only bought this dress so you could take it off

"No one's gonna hear us and no one's gonna come looking for us," Charles whispered in your ear as he closed the distance between the two of you.

Goosebumps rose all the way around your body and there was a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach. You could feel your panties getting wetter by the second and it was getting harder and harder for you to hold back from giving in to this newfound sensation. You hated admitting it even to yourself but Max hadn't made you feel this way in a long time, if ever.

"Just say the word and I'll give you what you really want." A quiet moan escaped your lips as you heard Charles say those words. His hands were moving up and down your body. It felt like a fever dream. You couldn't explain it. The truth was, there was only person on your mind the second you picked out this dress from your wardrobe for tonights event. And it wasn't Max.

You wrapped your arms around Charles' neck as your lips collided in a passionate kiss. It was hot and alluring and exciting. It was everything you'd dreamed of and more. It was everything you remembered it was. But all the while you were kissing Charles, there was a nagging in the back of your head. You knew this was wrong but—

Your thought trail got interrupted when you felt Charles' hand travel up your thigh. The same thigh Max's hand had rested not too long ago. It made the whole situation seem somehow even sexier.

Charles' fingers trailed around your pussy as you begged. "Please I want you so bad," you managed to breathe out. You could feel how a grin grew on his lips when he heard your words.

Charles lifted you up on the bathroom counter top, moving your dress out of the way. Your hands made their way to his pants and his belt buckle all the while the two of you shared passionate kisses.

There was a sudden stop to your movements when you heard noises coming from hallway leading to the bathrooms. You almost feared what was to come when you saw a smirk appear on Charles' face. He put his hand over your mouth, while his other hand made its way to your pussy, fingers going in one at the time before he curled them inside you. You were left to forcefully swallow the sounds that were about to come out.

"You're such a good girl," Charles whispered in your ear, hand still tight keeping your lips shut. Nevertheless you couldn't help yourself as a quiet, long moan came out. Muffled thankfully but you still prayed everyone would be just as clueless as before as to what was going on.

With Charles' fingers still deep inside you, working wonders, you were closing in on climax. Somehow the man responsible for must have realised this as he shook his head at you. "No, no, no. Not yet, baby," he said taking off his pants and boxers, something that you were interrupted from completing before.

Charles took his dick in his hands, keeping one still on your mouth, loosening his grip however as he started to guide his cock to your entrance. Both of you groaned at the pleasure at hand. The way you made each other feel was something many didn’t experience in a lifetime. At least that’s how you saw it. Maybe it had something to do with the secrecy but you were sure it was more than that. It had to be.

Slow and steady, Charles moved his hips back and forth. You were tangled in each other and any fears you had of someone walking in were long gone now. Mind blank, only thing you focus on was the euphoria you were experiencing. A part of you wanted to scream, ‘let them walk through the door if they dare, let them see what this man is doing to me and let them see how good he is making me feel.’

Your nails were digging in Charles’ back, his movements became faster, sloppier each time he hit your sweet spot and the two of you were panting at this point.

“I’m so close,” you breathed through in his ear and you could feel Charles nod his head in agreeance. After that, it didn’t take long until you felt his cum shoot in you. Warmth filled your body all over as you stayed there, holding each other for a few moments. Both of you needed the time to restabilise after the actions you had just performed.

However, the moment came to end too soon but you had no other choice. “I should probably go first, you wait a few minutes, okay?” There was an apologizing prospect to your words and Charles could hear it. He knew the reality all too well, just like you but you still felt guilty. More towards to the man in front of you than the man waiting for you.

inescapable, i'm not even gonna try, and if i get burned, at least we were electrified

You walked back to the ceremony, your pussy still filled with Charles' cum. Cheeks flustered, you did your best to touch up your hair and makeup to make what had happened that much less likely for anyone to realise.

You sat down next to Max just as Charles came around the corner, scanning the room for his seat but catching a glimpse of you in the process. And there it was again, that same devilish smirk you had just stared at in the bathroom. Something in it just made you feel weak in the knees.

"What took you so long," Max questioned, anger in his tone. You straightened your dress, took his hand and kissed his cheek. Anything you could do to try to keep his mind preoccupied from interrogating you. The last thing this night would need is Max making a big deal about what had just happened. Even though you knew deep down, he had every right to make a big deal if he ever found out.

"I'm sorry, I—" you started but didn't know how to finish. Good thing someone walked over to congratulate Max and saved you from the awkward moment. As you were busy thanking your lucky stars, you could feel Charles’ eyes burn a whole in the back of your head. You looked over his way again but made to sure keep it quick.

—

It was getting late. You and Max made your way into your hotel room and in all honesty, you couldn’t wait to get out of your dress and heels. The second the door closed, you kicked your shoes off and begin to unzip your dress.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you said matter-of-factly to Max who seemed to be more interested in whatever was on his phone’s screen than what you were trying to say to him. He did mumble something, however, to express he heard you but continued straight to the bed that was located in a another room.

A sigh escaped your lips as you put your purse down. You heard a beep and took out your phone. It was a text. From Charles. You made sure Max was still far enough away, just in case so that he wouldn’t see whatever it was the man who satisfied you earlier today had to say.

I had fun today, we should do it again soon, Charles. The text stared at you, forcing the tingling sensation back into the pit of your stomach. A small smile appeared on your lips as you set your phone back in your purse and made your way to the bathroom. You were not sure what was going to happen next but whatever it was, you couldn’t wait to find out.

[vivalarevolution]

𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

Lo’ak x  Na’vi Reader

Request: „Could I request a Lo’ak x fem na’vi reader 18+ fic where reader doesn’t realise that Lo’ak keeps spying on her while she bathes, until he decides to join her ‟

„Hi, I absolutely love your fics, like you’re an absolutely amazing writer. Could I request a Lo’ak x fem na’vi reader 18+ fic where reader and Lo’ak are bffs but Lo’ak has a big crush on reader and one fine day she accidentally flashes her breasts in front of him.‟

„Can I request a Lo’ak x fem na’vi reader 18+ fic‟

A/N: All three requests are from anons and I hope they won't be offended by my decision to combine three of these. I tried to do the job as best as I could, modifying a few things along the way.

I hope you all will like it and you will find it satisfying to read. 

Remember that english is not my first language, mistakes may occur.

Story has smut in it, so minors don't interact. *Characters are aged up.

A second son, the other brother. That was all Lo'ak was, all he felt.

It slowly filled his mind like a plague that he couldn't get rid of, only accepted, allowing it to consume him whole.

But he lusted something else, lusted anything else than this.

He thought about it intensively and constantly, it was so unlike him but when he was alone he had no choice. Chasing away these dark thoughts was time-consuming, persistent, but suddenly they disappeared as if they had never been created, as if they had never existed. All because of what his eyes had captured, what they fed upon, emptying his mind, allowing an unfamiliar desire to creep in its place.

She was so far away, yet it seemed to him that she was at his fingertips. Standing alone, her slender fingers glided along her body, her almost naked body. Her eyes were half-closed, her hair were down, giving the impression of a waterfall cascading down her back. Her body was relaxed, almost carefree, and her toes welcomed the warm sand beneath her feet.

Lo'ak couldn't bring himself to look away, he wasn't able to, feasting as if the girl knew he was standing so close , that he was watching. Yet her eyes remained closed and her movements became surprisingly more sensual, as if his fear had turned out to be true.

When her neckpiece hit the sand beneath her, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back the lust, trying to stop it the slightest.

But his sweet, sweet Y/n was all that was filling his mind now, his heart and his soul.

Opening his eyelids, he returned to her, letting his golden irises study her naked back, which was covered with black locks that tickled the skin of her bum.

Her skin was covered with drops of water that ran down her soft flesh, back into the sea thath engulfing her body more and more until all that was left were her eyes, which watched their surroundings after a while also disappearing into the blue abyss.

Lo'ak followed her with his eyes. His limbs, as if possessing a mind of their own, moved forward, straight to the shore, even closer to the girl. The sea waves lapped lazily against his toes, trying to bring him back to senses, but it only made his own hands roam over his body, slowly taking off the clothes that almost gave him a burning sensation.

Soon he was standing in the water looking for her. Y/n emerged from the water and the boy thought she was something more. She was hearing his thoughts, his prayers.

Brushing the wet strands of hair from her face, she looked around, seeing the man's silhouette almost immediately. Her pupils dilated slightly, her head leaned to the side, dark curls almost completely covered her naked body, adhering to her like a second skin.

-Lo'ak, what are you doing here? - she asked, more intrigued than embarrassed, looking at him intently.

-I'm swimming - he replied quickly, much too quickly, trying to focus on the young woman's eyes and the color that shimmered in them, trying so desperately to control his lust that was meant only for her.

-You're a terrible liar Lo'ak - she stated, approaching him slowly, making them stand so close now that he could have sworn he could feel her breath on his skin.

-And you always know when I'm lying, hmm? - he muttered, turning his head as if imitating her movements.

-We've known each other since we were children - she teased him - It's hard not to know you when we are attached to the hip - she noticed, grabbing his palm, which almost swallowed her small hand, slowly turning her back to him - Do you want to go with me? - she asked, tilting her head towards him, causing her hair to slip involuntarily from her shoulder, allowing one of her breasts to be covered with fresh air.

The boy tightened his fingers on Y/n's skin, his throat suddenly dry.

-I'll go wherever you want - he said softly, moving closer to her as if something was pulling him, not letting him stop.

But before he could have taste her lips, she woke him from the spell, running away from him, disappearing into the crystal clear water. Sully almost immediately chased after her, swimming towards her as she gracefully moved underwater like a fish, slipping more and more from under his fingertips.

The dance seemed to go on forever. It was agony for him, but he didn't give up, didn't give up because he couldn't let her go. Wrapping his fingers around her ankle, he pulled her towards him, and she fell right into snare made of his hands, which wrapped around her like ivy.

Their eyes met like two wild flames at the border of the forests that they were consuming, to merge into one mighty fire that was able to envelop everything in its path.

Lo'ak didn't wait, didn't think. His instincts worked for him.

By connecting their lips, he let the lust break free and fully come to surface, taking his toll in consuming Y/n's sweet and soft lips that were so deliciously addictive. Girl tangled her slender fingers in his hair, pulling on them as their kisses became more and more brutal, more and more needy, and only the burning sensation in their lungs forced them to stop.

Floating to the surface and feeling the cool air hitting their faces gave them sense that everything was just an illusion but the invisible marks of hands on the other's body and the faint taste of lips on both tongues was proof that everything was real.

-I want to taste you again - he said almost purring, chasing her lips.

Y/n with half-closed eyelids watched his actions, involuntarily parting her mouth inviting him even closer. Their tongues met in a lazy embrace, and their lips pressed together again, never wanting to part.

Girl gave herself to him almost completely, not asking questions, not demanding answers, allowing him to expose his feelings, leaving them on her water-wet skin.

Lo'ak's hands were everywhere, she felt them everywhere. On her arms, on her breasts, on her ribs, on her hips, on her belly and legs, where he stopped kneading the flesh of her thighs, enjoying the firmness and how they spilled out under his fingers. Grabbing them, he lifted her up.

Her head fell on his, and her eyes involuntarily closed completely. She felt the impact of the moment and wanted it to last as long as possible, feeling more and more drunk with the feeling.

-Lo'ak - she whispered so sweetly into his ear - I want us to make love to one another - she announced, kissing the skin of his neck.

The boy pushed her body away from him, wanting to look into her eyes, which were already looking at him, clouded with desire, so beautifully pleading.

-I want to make love to you too - he confessed, taking her cheek in his big hand - Make you mine, only mine, my Y/n - he muttered rubbing his face with her.

Y/n hugged him tighter, moaning softly at the teenager's words.

-I'm yours already - she announced, her hand running down her back to find a thick braid tucked between the dark waves of her hair - Only yours - she added, her fingers gripping her kuru.

Lo'ak set her down on the sand below them, kneeling before her himself, searching desperately for his braid, fearing that it was really all just a dream. Looking into each other's eyes one last time, they both brought their kuru closer, joining her together, now and forever. The experience was something unknown for both of them, something almost forbidden by how right and good it felt. Their bodies trembled, flooded with pleasant warmth and an erotic sensation never experienced by either of them.

He felt everything she felt and she felt everything he felt. They heard the beating of hearts, they heard the shadows of thoughts, they felt hands not belonging to them but so familiar, they felt wet kisses and the desire that called, make them want to claim each other.

It seemed that there was no time, that everything would end soon. Their movements represented chaos and mutual longing at the same time.

They were like fire that consumed each other even though it was impossible, but they burned so hard, so intense.

-I must have you, I must feel you - Lo'ak murmured into her mouth, sliding his member between her folds that were wet and warm , driving him into madness

-Ma Lo'ak, I beg you. I beg - she said grabbing his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck - I need you, I feel like I'm on fire.

The man lifted her body up so that she was sitting comfortably on his thighs, and she spread her legs so that her knees lay on either side of his hips.

-Don't worry my sweet Y/n - he soothed her - I'll make everything disappear, it'll be just us - he assured, after a while slowly entering her, stretching her from the inside, making her moan loudly.

Their heads began to rub against each other again, while the feeling of euphoria flooded them harder and harder as their bodies merged into one. One, they both still couldn't believe it. Now they were one mind, one heart, one body, one soul.

-Lo'ak - Y/n whimpered into his ear, pulling his body as close as possible, even though there was no space between them, not anymore.

-I'm here, I'm here my sweet girl - he whispered into her hair, moving his loins harder and harder.

Lovers sank into each other even more if it was possible. Every touch or kiss they felt on each other, and it was the best feeling, they couldn't get enough of it. Neither wanted the moment to end, desperately trying to prolong it with each thrust and each clench.

Everything around them lost its importance, the only thing that mattered was the lust, the lust for love to one another.

[nknoxe-n]

Hiiii! If you have time could I would love to participate in the match up event for the bllk boys!!

Looks: green eyes , light brown hair which is pretty long and pale skin and I’m pretty thin

I’m an isfp I hatteeee big party’s or crowds except if I’m with someone who is a genuine friend of mine. I would like to say I’m a kind person, my friends tell me that sometimes I’m too kind to people who don’t deserve it. I also forgive suuuper easily and don’t think rationally , I think with my heart instead of my head.

I’m also super open minded I love trying new sports or foods or anything , I also love football lol that’s why I started watching blue lock 😅.

Im really optimistic and I always look on the bright side of things. But I’m also SUPER emotional I feel things 100x harder than others which is also a blessing and curse 🥲.

Thank you again feel free to ignore if you don’t have the time but thank you if you do! Happy new years!

Your Blue Lock Matchup: Rin Itoshi

Rin might not seem like the obvious choice at first, but let me tell you—he’s the one who’d really get you, even if it takes him a little time to show it. Rin’s not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but your kindness, optimism, and open-minded nature would absolutely shatter the walls he’s built around himself. You’d be like a breath of fresh air to him, someone so genuine and full of light in contrast to his more brooding personality.

First of all, Rin needs someone like you in his life. Your warmth and ability to forgive easily would be the perfect counterbalance to his colder, more guarded nature. He’d probably tease you at first for being “too nice” or “too emotional,” but deep down, he’d admire your ability to see the good in people—even when he struggles to do the same. Over time, he’d start leaning on you more, realizing that your optimism isn’t just naive—it’s strength.

And your emotional side? Rin might not always know how to handle it at first, but he’d never make you feel bad about it. In fact, your openness about your feelings would encourage him to be more vulnerable, too. You’d teach him how to express his emotions in a way he’s never been able to before, and while he might not say it outright, he’d be endlessly grateful for that.

Rin isn’t big on crowds either, so the two of you would be perfectly content spending time together away from the noise. Whether it’s watching football matches, trying out a new sport, or just walking around aimlessly while you talk about life, he’d love those quieter, more intimate moments with you. And if you’re with him in a rare big crowd? He’d make sure you never felt overwhelmed—always staying by your side and anchoring you.

Your love for trying new things would intrigue Rin. He might grumble about it at first, claiming he’s “not interested,” but then he’d end up enjoying it because it’s with you. Whether it’s exploring a new sport or tasting some bizarre food, he’d follow your lead, secretly loving how excited you get.

The only hiccup might be Rin’s more cynical and competitive tendencies. Sometimes, his sharp edges might clash with your soft heart, especially if he’s in a bad mood. But your patience and kindness would always win him over, even when he doesn’t admit it. And Rin? He’d learn to tone it down for you, recognizing that you deserve nothing less than someone who treats you with the same kindness you give to everyone else.

Rin isn’t the easiest person to love, but for someone like you—who leads with their heart and sees the best in everyone—he’d be worth it. He’d come to cherish your ability to make him feel safe and understood, even when he struggles to open up. You’d bring out the softer side of him that no one else gets to see, and he’d become fiercely protective of you, always wanting to keep your light shining.

With Rin, it wouldn’t just be a relationship—it’d be a journey of growth, understanding, and love that runs deeper than words. He might not say it often, but you’d mean the world to him, and he’d show it in every little way he could.

[misshoneyimhome]

Haha that ask and your reply about Willys lil smug, smooth nature just inspired a request😂

Will knows he’s hot, he can get girls as easily as breathing, he’s charming and smooth - but let’s ponder what happens when our little Swedish hunny starts dating someone who makes him nervous! You’re unlike anyone he’s dated because you’re equally as calm, charming and alluring as he is but also incredibly smart and stunning so he’s met his match! And it’s early days only a month of casual dates in, but he’s planned a day for you two to walk around The Distillery Winter Village (Toronto’s Christmas Market) to shop and during it he wants to express that he’d like to be exclusively together (uncharted waters as has never the one to bring up the convo) but for some reason he’s in his head about it, fumbling words and getting rosy cheeks! But as the day wears on and you’re just happy to hold his hand, chat, and laugh together he can’t help but express what he’s feeling because the nervousness excites him, and he knows he’s not letting you go!

My emotions! God yes, darling 🥰 This is just so dream-scenario-take-my-heart-Willy-and-leave-me-to-die - and I’m here for it! ❤️

I know there were several ways to go about this, and I could have written so much more, but I tried my best to keep it simple - I hope you enjoy it ❤️

[btw, when researching about The Distillery Winter Village, it almost had me book a plane ticket just to go there 😍]

Word count: 3K

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Is This How It Feels To Be In Love? I William Nylander ✿❄︎

One touch, electric shock Eyes locked, like, did you feel that too? World stops, just us Here under dots in the darkness Of the blue, out of the blue Is this how it feels to be in love? This is magical, this is magical

“Magical” - Ed Sheeran

_

Accelerated heartbeat. Sweaty palms. Racing pulse.

Usual indications following a good workout or training session. Yet this time it wasn’t caused by that.

No. William Nylander was having these symptoms, accompanied by deep feelings that he'd never experienced before, and it was all because of you.

_

What initially had appeared to be a rather typical Thursday evening for William, coming home from a match, involved taking the subway to avoid bad traffic, and it was during this commute that he had met you for the first time.

You had stayed back late at the office, so feeling rather exhausted, you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, when suddenly, the train abruptly stopped, causing you to lose your balance and tumble forward, landing face-first directly into the lap of the stranger seated in front of you.

"Shit," you’d exclaimed, attempting to regain your balance with your hands to avoid a complete collision with the person. However, your movements had lacked coordination, bringing your face closer to his. "I'm really sorry," you apologised with a sweet smile, and in that moment, William's gaze had immediately locked onto yours.

His deep Scandinavian blue eyes had delved into yours, creating an oddly intimate closeness between two complete strangers.

Oh, he's handsome, had been your first thought, well first thought following: 'fuck,' 'shit,' 'oops,' and 'nice move, y/n.' 

But, handsome indeed. His slightly long blonde hair complemented by a well-maintained scruff accentuating his prominent cheekbone structure, along with those notably rosy, desirable lips.He wore a simple, yet finely tailored black suit with a white shirt and a black tie that suited him impeccably.

And despite the initial frustration of the situation, William had simply chuckled as you hastily regained your composure. "No worries, it wasn't your fault."

His voice held an adorable charm, accompanied by a cheeky smile that diffused the awkwardness, swiftly replacing it with a relaxed atmosphere.

"I guess I'm just naturally clumsy," you’d playfully remarked, as you’d noted his casual, unbothered reaction to the unfortunate incident. And his composed and laid-back demeanour immediately intrigued you, leading to shared laughter and friendly smiles during the following few subway stops.

And when it was time for you to exit, a couple of stations before his, you couldn't resist casting a quick glance back at the handsome stranger, offering him a sweet smile.

It had been from that moment on, William had been unable to shake you from his thoughts. Despite reflecting on the night's great win and chatting with his best friend Sandy and brother Alex, you somehow managed to continuously seep back into his mind. Your endearing smile remained etched in his memory, while the sound of your slightly embarrassed laughter lingered soothingly in his ears.

And as the night progressed, he couldn’t help but mentally scolding himself for not taking the opportunity to get your name and number.

Normally, William was adept at charming the ladies. Undoubtedly good-looking and well aware of it, he usually effortlessly engaged in conversation, flirted, and dazzled them.

Over the years, he'd been in a few relationships, some short, some a little longer. However, none seemed to last very long. Occasional hook-ups during the off-season were common, and during hockey season, he'd have a girl or two he could call upon if needed, but nothing too serious.

And this year was shaping up to be just like the others. His complete focus was on the hockey season, which seemed to be a defining one in his career. He ramped up his dedication, intensified his training, and minimised any potential distractions from the outside world.

However, as days passed following your encounter on the subway, he found himself unable to erase you from his thoughts. Which was very unfamiliar territory for him. Usually, he could discard any woman entering his life as easily as changing underwear. But for some reason, your reaction to him had been different.

He even caught himself searching for you each time he rode the subway, although he knew it was a lost cause in a city as populated as Toronto with countless trains running daily.

_

And just as William was gradually beginning to push thoughts of you aside, refocusing his mind on hockey, your lovely smile reappeared.

This time, it was in a downtown coffeehouse. He was out for an early stroll with his dogs on a chilly November morning and decided to warm up with a beverage. And when walking into the coffeehouse somewhat still sleepy, he instantly recognised your face. You were casually waiting for your coffee, and now William knew he had to make a move. At least try to flirt, like he’d normally do with any attractive girl like yourself.

So, he ordered his drink and casually walked towards the waiting area.

"Hey," he greeted, a mischievous grin adorning his face as he approached you.

"Well, hello there, stranger," you smiled, looking up from your phone. "How are you?"

"Good," he chuckled. "And yourself?"

"Good as well, thanks."

A moment of shared smiles passed, yet the silence grew uncomfortable for William, prompting him to break it.

"So, are you here to bump into more strangers?" he teased playfully, evoking chuckle from you.

"Oh no, I reserve that for the subway," you replied jokingly with a cheeky wink, which caused him laugh as well.

And amidst the laughter, the barista handed you your drink, and you gently took it and turned towards the exit.

"It was good to see you again," you said softly, offering a smile, as you were about to pass him and walk away. 

"Likewise," William replied. However, as you began to leave, he quickly interjected. "Wait, I didn't catch your name?"

"It's y/n," you smiled.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, y/n."

There was another fleeting moment where you simply gazed up at his smiling face, shortly waiting for him to continue.

"...And this is the part where you tell me your name?" you asked with a playful grin, as he didn’t say anything. 

"Wait, you don't know who I am?" William asked, slightly puzzled, considering he was a well-known figure in Toronto.

"No," you merely chuckled once more. 

Though he did seem familiar to you, you couldn’t precisely place him. Probably a sports person, you guessed, based on his level of confidence. But the specific sport or anything else about him, you had no idea of. "Why? Are you, like, famous or something?"

"Or something," he grinned. "I'm William, William Nylander."

"Well, it's lovely to meet you, William Nylander," you emphasised both his first and last name, flashing another smile before casually heading out of the coffeehouse.

It took William a few moments to gather himself. 

What was it about you?

And just as the barista handed him his drink, he hurriedly exited, aiming to catch up with you before you got too far.

"Hey," he called out, hoping to catch your attention once again. "How about giving me your number?"

"Why?" you flashed him another grin.

"So, if I wanted to ask you out and meet up, you'd be there?" he suggested.

"And what makes you so sure I'd say yes?" you playfully challenged his confidence. 

"I don't know, call it an intuitive guess," he chuckled.

And you couldn’t deny that his effort intrigued you.

"Alright, then," you agreed, taking his phone and dialling your number, calling it, and retrieving your own phone from your pocket to answer the call before hanging up. This way, you both had each other's numbers. "I'll look forward to the invitation."

You flashed him a sweet smirk before turning on your heel once more and heading back to the office.

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Only a couple of days passed before William asked you out for coffee. Though trying to appear cool and casual, attempting not to seem too eager, it was proving quite challenging. He couldn’t deny the fact that he longed to see you again, and more importantly to get to know more about you.

In many ways, you remained a mystery to him. You simply seemed to be so calm and sweet, as well as extremely stunning and charming.

You were funny and smart, sometimes a bit of a brat yet incredibly understanding and empathetic. Family held immense significance for you, something you both shared, and the way you always wanted to help others before yourself resonated deeply with him.

As it turned out, the more he got to know about you, the more he found you captivatingly interesting. The way you simply rested in yourself coupled with a gentle confidence intrigued him. You didn't seek drama or excessive attention from him, and everything between you felt relaxed and comfortable.

Surprisingly enough, it was William who felt more nervous as the two of you started dating.

He felt like a teenager, constantly checking his phone in anticipation of a message or Snapchat from you. Every time you met, whether for coffee, casual dinners at either of your places, or elsewhere, he eagerly looked forward to it.

And this was a strange and new feeling for him.

Usually, it was the girls who craved his attention, bombarding him with multiple messages if he didn't reply immediately. They'd fret over his hectic hockey schedule and quickly push to define the relationship, introducing him to friends and family prematurely, all of which often became overwhelming for him.

However, with you, it was nothing like his previous experiences. Quite the opposite.

When he’d first tried to ask you out after your first coffee meet up, his hectic schedule had naturally come in the was. Yet, you were understanding. You simply suggested to reschedule, and found a day that worked for both of you, even if it meant waiting a little bit longer. 

And then when there had been more adjustments due to his schedule changes or delays, you’d simply adapt to it. 

Instead casual dinners with takeout on the sofa became a norm, as well as late-night chats when he was away. And you were fine with it all.

You merely recognised the strong connection between you two and appreciated the easy-going nature of your relationship.

But as time passed, things gradually snowballed, and William found himself wanting to spend more time with you, as his heart raced every time, he saw you.

Your presence had a way of quickening his pulse and making him nervous, and these new and unfamiliar feelings left him immensely intrigued. The gentle tingling when thinking about you or the sudden anxiety of you not thinking about him were sensations far from his world. Yet, he felt somewhat drawn to it.

He took you out on dates as best as he could, eventually making his move and kissing you on your forth date. And on the fifth and sixth dates you took it a a few steps further, and soon enough, he felt compelled to share everything about you with his close group of friends; the team.

Naturally, the boys had noticed William's sudden change in behaviour, teasing him a bit about it as well. However, understanding their own unspoken boundaries, they let him be and didn't delve too deeply into sentimental details, as boys will be boys.

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So, as December enrolled and the two of you had been casually dating for a little over a month, William organised a day at The Distillery Winter Village for you to shop, indulge in delicious Christmas treats, and soak up the holiday spirit.

Knowing your love for this season, he took the opportunity to create a proper Christmas experience for you, as he had some time to spare.

And your immediate 'yes' was a testament to how just much you enjoyed spending time with William. He simply had a way of making you feel incredibly good about yourself, and being around him was just pure joy. He filled a void that felt like the best friend you had been missing for so long. Yet, beneath it all, you sensed there might be deeper feelings between you. But you weren't in a rush. You cherished being around him, revelled in his wonderful company, and simply appreciated the incredible connection you shared.

And the day turned out to be simply magical. The bustling atmosphere, extraordinary with Christmas carols filling the air, mingling with the delightful scents of sweets and the joyous laughter all around.

However, amidst this enchantment, William's mind was slightly preoccupied.

The gentle intertwining of your fingers, holding hands as you casually strolled through the market, had him contemplating.

He thought about how this was exactly what he wanted to experience every Christmas with you. He wanted to have these profound, warm feelings he experienced every time he was with you, every day of his life. He wanted to wake up to your gorgeous face daily, have you by his side through the highs and lows, introduce you to his family, and contemplate a future together.

So, as he witnessed the Christmas lights reflecting in your eyes while leisurely strolling from boutique to boutique, William's mind raced, and he felt the need to articulate his thoughts. Firstly, attempting to broach the subject casually, he started the conversation with, "There's quite a lot of couples here, huh..."

Hoping to drop hints, without saying too much.

"Sure, but there are also quite a few families,” you responded with a simple smile. “I mean, all the children want to meet Santa, right?"

William felt flustered. Desperate to express his feelings and recent thoughts to you, he found it far more challenging than anticipated. This territory was beyond his expertise, as he had never been the one to initiate the 'where are we' conversation. 

But, as he thought of you more and more, he concluded that he didn't want to see you with anyone else but him. The mere thought of you dating someone else at this point tore him apart.

So, as the evening progressed and you indulged in various foods and drinks, he gathered the courage to try again.

"You know, a lot of people find Christmas really romantic," he blurted out seemingly out of nowhere, feeling his cheeks flush slightly, which could easily pass off as a reaction to the cold weather.

"Well, I suppose it is,” you spoke, as you gently sipped your hot chocolate. “You don’t think it’s romantic?” 

“Or course I do,” he smiled, finally summoning the courage to express his thoughts. “In fact I think it's a good time to... maybe, be with someone... you really like," his voice slightly trembling.

"For sure, that's what this season is all about, being with the ones you love,” you replied, as you slowly made your way through the crowd. “Although, it can also be a little cheesy, right? Like those people who propose on Christmas Day or something like that. I mean, let's just enjoy the holiday for what it is," you chuckled lightly, unknowingly causing William's heart to sink in his chest.

He might not have had a proposal in mind, but considering he'd never asked someone to be his girlfriend before, it felt almost like it.

"I guess," was all he managed to say. And then another 30 minutes passed with more conversation, during which William's heart continued to race faster than usual, and his palms grew sweatier. He nearly pulled his hand away when you tried to hold it as you resumed walking side by side.

"Willy, are you alright?" you asked, genuinely concerned, noticing his distant gaze and absent-mindedness.

"Um, sure."

A moment of silence passed as you both headed towards the giant Christmas tree, illuminated with the bright DIOR sign flashing its lights.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you spoke softly as you stood admiring the tree.

"Yes... yes, it is," William almost whispered, though his gaze was fixed on you rather than the tree.

"You know, there's a funny story from my hometown—"

"Y/n, I want you to be my girlfriend." 

His mouth had spoken faster than his mind could process, and suddenly the words had slipped out, unintentionally interrupting your story. 

"What?" you asked, slightly baffled.

"I want..." Uncertainty overwhelmed him once again, but he knew he had burst the bubble and now had to articulate what was truly on his mind. "I want to be... you know... together, like, just you and me..."

His heart pounded fiercely, almost outside his chest, as he struggled to convey his thoughts. He had never been this nervous, not even on drafting day or during his first NHL game. Asking you to be his girlfriend felt like the most anxious thing he had ever done.

"Willy, you want us to be exclusive?" you asked timidly, though you had heard him perfectly clearly. Your mind just needed to process what he had asked.

"Yes, y/n," he breathed out, feeling a sense of relief. "I want us to be exclusive. I don't like the idea of you seeing anyone else, and I know I only have the right to ask that of you if you're..."

"Your girlfriend," you finished his sentence with a sweet smile. "Willy, I'd want nothing more than to be your girlfriend."

Your voice resonated with profound sincerity, reflecting what he had been trying so hard to articulate. Of course, you wanted to be with him. You just simply hadn't felt the need to push the matter but hearing him express it so earnestly left you with no doubt.

And amidst the Christmas lights and the festive cheer, William felt an immense relief coursing through his body as you said yes to being his.

It felt like a magical experience amid the joy of the season, and he had never been more certain of anything else. So with gentle tenderness, he pulled you in for a soft kiss under the shimmering lights and stars of that December night.

[aiwokure]

Day 1 - Baking

Nico Robin x F!Reader, F!Reader & Sanji

Desc: [y/n] attempts to bake a “Sorry for trying to kill you cake” for Robin with the help of resident Loverboy Sanji - shenanigans ensue.

WC: 1.4k

CW: Possibly OOC Sanji, Attempts at Humor, Sanji is very passionate about his job, slight Perv!Sanji

continuation of this - [click here]

banner by @/cafekitsune

This is so stupid… [y/n] sighs after checking for the umpteenth time that Robin and Nami were asleep before leaving the room and heading to the kitchen. The hallways were dimly lit and the ship rocked gently with the waves, as if to soothe her racing thoughts. When she arrived at the galley, the (now retired) mercenary couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow at the excessive amount of locks on the fridge and pantry. “Well, so much for that I guess.” [y/n] mumbles to herself, preparing to exit.

The (h/c) woman didn’t even turn around fully before Sanji bursts into the kitchen. His leg was raised with smoke coming off the bottom of his shoes, eyes promising death. “I told you that if I catch you in here again I’d-!” A moment of silence was shared between the two, [y/n]’s was bewildered confusion, and Sanji’s was utter humiliation. Red slowly crept up his neck all the way to his hairline as he quickly put his leg down and motioned towards her.

Every step the blond took forward, [y/n] took two back. “Is threatening medical patients a common thing here or did I miss some memo?” Sanji tugs on the roots of his hair in distress, a garbled noise sneaking past his throat. Upon realizing how foolish he looked from physically displaying his mental state, the chef straightens himself out by fixing his hair and clearing his throat. He then, in a much more composed tone, responds.

“My sincerest apologies m’lady, there’s been a certain pest,” Sanji’s ire was clear as day, his jaw slightly clenched at the mere memory of Luffy attempting to squeeze past the chains, “that loves to pillage through the pantry at night.” [y/n] hums, mildly intrigued but not enough to ask for more details. “How fortunate for you that I’m no pirate then, hm? I do need these unlocked though.” She nods to the locked pantry and fridge.

“Oh! If you’re hungry I can whip you up something, anything that you want! I can’t allow such a beautiful woman like yourself to do labor. Even more so with your injuries.” Sanji moves swiftly, beginning hygienic preparations so he can cook. [y/n] flusters faintly at his eagerness, but even more so at telling him her true intentions.

It was already strange having the crew be so accommodating and kind to her despite her attempt on Robin’s life.

“No, uh, I’m not hungry, thank you.” The blond stills, turning in disarray. There was a secondary moment of silence, [y/n] growing more awkward at watching Sanji try to figure out why she was in the galley. “So...is there anything that I can help you with?” Fiddling with the edge of the counter, [y/n] finally confesses. “I, um, wanted to bake a cake. For Robin. An apology cake for the whole ‘gonna kill you’ thing.”

Sanji’s expression grows comically serious, a hand on his chin as he nods in understanding. “Fear not, [y/n]-san, I’ll be your culinary knight and create a cake that not only apologizes but also conveys the feelings of your heart!” He gestures with flourish, spinning around the kitchen with such fervor while unlocking the chains. “How...lovely.” [y/n] began to regret her decision once she saw smokey hearts floating around the kitchen.

“Have you thought of the design? Maybe something floral? How about multi-tiered? Maybe it should be blue like her eyes.” The more the blond swooned, the more agitated [y/n] felt herself get. "Let's keep it simple, chef. A classic round cake with a neat frosting layer. Nothing too flashy; just a straightforward apology cake."

Sanji hummed with consideration, “Sorry, I’d nearly forgotten it was for that. Keeping it simple. As for you, mon cher, take a seat and watch the magic happen. I work better with a lady audience.” He ushers the [h/c] woman out of the cooking area, much to her displeasure. [y/n] tried to vocalize as such until Sanji – as kindly as possible – reminded her of her injury and how “baking takes a lot of wrist work” along with other excuses.

Watching the chef work efficiently and silently turned out to be quite soothing for the ex-mercenary. His little songs that he would hum and the various shapes his smoke would make was entertaining enough to keep [y/n]’s mind off of Robin’s potential reaction to the cake. “So, you knew Robin when you guys were younger huh? What was that like?” Sanji tentatively breaks the silence after placing the cake in the oven.

He offers the batter bowl as payment for [y/n]’s thoughts, which she took. “I don’t remember all the finer details, but she was definitely a little brat. And she wasn’t nearly as good at disguising herself as she is now – which honestly still isn’t that much better. We explored a lot, experienced lots of different cultures. When we were together, I felt like there wasn’t anything that we couldn’t do. I guess that’s why I was so angry at what she did. And to see that she had moved on only infuriated me more.” “It was as if she didn’t trust me to keep her safe, despite everything that I’ve done…” [y/n] thinks back briefly on the bounty hunter and other unfortunate victims that she came across during her journey with Robin. “Sorry if you were expecting a lighthearted story, but ours ended far from sweet.” Sanji shrugs a shoulder in a carefree manner. “We all have are stories, I understand. Hows the batter?” [y/n] gives a small smirk which gets the blond’s heart racing. “Delicious. This will definitely, what did you say again, ‘convey the feelings of your heart’?”

The chef grows further enamored, having been blessed with seeing parts of [y/n]’s personality sneak out. “I’m, uh, gonna go check on the cake. I-It’s probably done by now!” Legs growing weak at the sight of fluttery [e/c] eyes, and nose tingling with the threat of blood, Sanji wills himself to keep it under control.

(In the very deep crevice of his mind, he couldn’t help but to imagine what it would be like to be sandwiched between both Robin and [y/n]. A perv is a perv after all.)

The following morning [y/n] was so fidgety even Luffy can sense it. She couldn’t figure out how to present the cake. Or how to bring up the apology at all, honestly. Robin had seemed so content with just being in her space again that she hesitates to bring up something so heavy. But Sanji keep looking at the [h/c] woman expectantly, brow raised in curiosity.

Chopper became concerned, convinced that [y/n] was still in discomfort from her injuries and was trying to play nonchalant. He offered pain medication, which she refused, to which he responded by placing her on bed rest. Robin chuckled faintly at the exchange, averting her gaze from the scathing [e/c] glare. Dammit, if I’m stuck in bed all day, I’ll never be able to give her the cake… “Doctor, I feel fine, I was just a little in my head about something.” [y/n] attempted to bargain with the reindeer, who briefly stopped to hear her out.

“About what?” “About this!” Sanji exits the kitchen dramatically, cake in hand as he spins around towards the table Robin is sitting at. “For you, mademoiselle.” He gently places the cake down before her with a professional bow. “Hm? ‘Sorry I tried to kill you, that was very immature of me. - [y/n]’ It even has a little drawing, how cute.” Robin’s blue eyes were glowing with amusement, watching her old friend screech in horror.

“I wasn’t ready you damn chef! And why in hell’s name is there a drawing?! I thought we agreed on simple!” Sanji tuts in disapproval, "Ah, [y/n]-san, a simple cake may convey the message, but a grand cake will etch it into her heart forever. I didn’t just make a cake; I crafted a masterpiece that reflected the depth of your feelings." The ex-mercenary could feel the heat rolling off of her face in waves, her jaw was clenched so tight they nearly creaked from the pressure.

Robin coos at [y/n]’s extremely obvious embarrassment, a teasing smile on her lips. “You didn’t have to do all of this, but I do appreciate the gesture, even if it came at your own detriment.” [y/n] eyes the archaeologist hesitantly, as if she doubted Robin’s words. Surely life endangerment isn’t something that should be forgiven so easily, correct? Surely she should have done more than ask for a damn cake to be made, something like swearing to servitude for the rest of her life.

I guess that shows how much she really does like me, huh? Idiot... [y/n] nearly choked on her spit at the realization, a hand shooting up to cover her face which blatantly advertised her thoughts. Steam puffed off the top of her head in the shape of the same foolish hearts that Sanji made the night prior. “I-I’m glad.”

[yourfavoritewriter69]

Unhealthy Obsession

a/n hi everyone I think this chapter will be more intriguing than the first one but other than that I hope you enjoy chapter two also again i apologize there are any grammar mistakes lmaoo okayyy enjoyyyyy :)

part one

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Tw: sexual content, kissing

and adult language if there is anything else lemme know :))

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Part two: I need you

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It was the next morning you had gotten all ready for your first day at a new school. You received a text from Kirby saying she was five minutes away. You looked in the mirror once more before grabbing your bag, phone, and keys and heading out the door your aunt Luna said

“have a wonderful day at school honey text me if you need any” she smiles at you “Thank you Luna I love you” she replies “I love you too sweetheart also don't worry ill lock it behind you” She gestures to the door.

You walked outside and see Kirby sitting in her car waiting for you. You walk over and get in the car smiling at Kirby. “hi y/n how are you? are you ready for your first day?” she says in an enthusiastic tone. You reply “I'm ready just very nervous” You get in the car and buckle your seat belt. “I completely get that but I've got you Don't worry I’ll introduce you to some of my friends and you can sit with me at lunch if you would like” You smiled and just processed what she said for a second hoping she would introduce you to Charlie.

You apologize for getting lost in thought and say “Thank you Kirby it's nice to know I'm not alone I think today is gonna go well hopefully” You guys just made small talk the rest of the ride. Once you got there you and Kirby were a little early so there weren't too many people she showed you to the office so you could pick up your schedule and while she was walking you to your first-period class you were reading the paper while walking and you bump into someone and drop your paper and phone.

You bent down to grab your stuff and before you, you even have time to be upset you hear a voice say “Oh my god I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going” You look up to see a curly-haired boy with big blue eyes looking at you apologetically.

You smiled and reassured him it was okay. Kirby looked at Charlie and told him to watch where he was going and not to freakin take you out literally within the first few minutes of you being here. You look at Kirby and then Charlie almost waiting for an introduction. Kirby caught on and said “Oh yeah my bad this is Y/n she just moved back to Woodsboro” She smiled “and y/n this is charlie walker you know the boy we were talking about yesterday”

You felt your cheeks start to get hot and turned pink in embarrassment. Charlie speaks up and reaches his hand out “It's good to meet you y/n” You reached your hand out to shake his and say “It's good to meet you, Charlie”.

“so what class do you have a first period” “Biology how about you?” “omg me too what room number?” you responded “Uhh room 609” Kirby butted in “Hey y/n I gotta get to my first period I’ll see you at lunch okay? and charlie why don't u offer to walk her to class him?” she said it in a kinda bitchy smart ass way but it made u laugh. he said “well y/n can I walk you to class” he gave a nervous smile “I would like that thank you charlie”

He showed you to room 609. You guys walk in to only see the teacher sitting at his desk he looks up and gives you a friendly smile “You must new your y/n, right?” you said yes. And told him it was good to meet him.

You asked if there was any schoolwork you had to catch up on since it was your first day and everything and it was the middle of the semester “No I don’t think there’s anything that you have to do we got you covered and if it’s all right with you, I’m gonna make charlie you are the partner for this rest of semester” you smiled “that would be great” you look over and make eye contact with charlie. You both smiled.

The rest of the day flew by at lunch you sat with Kirby and a girl named Jill. It was now the last period of the day and Kirby and Charlie both had the same class it was English.

You were sitting in the back of the class with both Kirby and Charlie, whispering to each other giggling, but try not to cost too much of a scene by the end of the class you and Kirby couldn’t stop laughing you almost pissed her pants the bell rang. You grabbed your stuff instead up. 

Kirby offered to walk you out when Charlie talk to you on the shoulder and said  “Would you wanna go to the cinema club meeting you don’t have to join the club, but what do you wanna at least go to one to see if you’d like it?” you smiled at him you wanted too but you were so tired and wanted to go home you responded to him.

“I would love to Charlie but I really wanna go home” his face turned to disappointment and he said “Oh okay it's okay I understand maybe another day” You felt kinda bad “Okay maybe I can go what time does it end and ill go under one condition..”

“And what is that?” he said curiously “You have to drive me home after” He agreed and you guys started walking to the cinema club. Your hands brushed together while walking and he nervously pulled his hand away. you look at him and admire his beautiful face thinking how cute he is when he is nervous.

He looks over and down at you “What?” he asks “Nothing you just have really beautiful eyes” You smile while he starts to blush “T-thank you y/n” he stuttered because you made him all flustered You guys made it to the classroom and walked in to only see his best friend Robbie. Charlie had told you a little bit about him and the weird glasses he wore that had a camera live-streaming everything. Robbie looked over smiled and said “My omg you must be y/n im so happy you could make it”

oh my god. Robbie knew who you were and he was glad you made it bro. That means Charlie has been talking about you. “oh yeah of course I'm glad I was able to come too Charlie invited me” you say with a smile. you look over at Charlie who is lightly blushing and you guys make eye contact in that moment you wanted to kiss him you looked at his lips and then back up to his eyes. it was that feeling you felt when you first saw him. it felt like the stop had slowed. As soon as you felt as if the moment was over Charlie cleared his throat.

The rest of the meeting went go you just talked about the stab movies and all their theories now. as Charlie had promised before he was gonna give you a ride home. You and Charlie walked out of the school side by side. You guys made it to his car and with your back to the car and him reaching to grab the handle of the door he almost had you pinned there.

your heart rate speed up as did your breathing. you were so close to him that he looked and your lips and at that moment you needed him. He moved closer to you causing your breath to hitch you leaned in and he did the same before your lips touched he asked if he could kiss you. “yes Charlie please I need you”

Not a second later he kissed you and the kiss got more intense your breathing was heavy and he pulled away and said “I need to take you home” You whined pleading with him to kiss you again because you didn't want this moment to end.

[okkalo]

Hey hey!! First of all how are you doing? I hope you are doing great. But I'm here to put my request in, you don't have to do it if you don't feel like it btw.

Anyways can I request a itoshi bros, Nagi and chigiri in a love at first sight drabble with a stoic reader. I'm sorry if it's too much😅 feel free to decline and thank you for your time!!

hi anon! i’m doing okay, i hope you are too! thank you for the request and your kindness <3

since the prompt was love at first sight i didn’t go too far with it(rip nagi),, i also hope u didn’t mean like all one drabble…so i’m sorry if i misunderstood 😖

second part here!

characters: sae, rin, nagi, chigiri

feel a type of way

sae

it was a foggy day in spain when sae first set his eyes on you. he had decided to go to a nearby cafe in hopes to pick up a muffin and maybe even a warm tea. as soon as he entered the cafe he was met with your friend’s gasps, followed by excited whispers. he was used to the sound. sae itoshi the famous athlete, walking into a normal cafe. he expects it every time. he’s gotten used to avoiding it, which is exactly what he does this time as well, going up and ordering his muffin and tea. once finished he felt a small tug on his jacket, sighing as he heard the question for an autograph. he spun, ready to give his usual “buzz off” reply, though stopping when he saw the whole table. his breathe caught in his throat as his eyes met your empty ones.

“do you think we can have your autograph?” your friend asked once more, not paying any mind to where his eyes fell. he cleared his throat, thinking quickly on his feet.

“sure,” he answered, obliging in the weird requests for an autograph. he rolled his eyes at the head he was asked to sign. he finally got to you, to which you shook your head.

“i don’t need—,” you started, though immediately stopping once he started writing on a napkin in front of you. your face remained blank as you watched him. his hand covered his writing before sliding it over to you, still concealing his phone number. yes, he gave you his phone number. how could he not? he couldn’t let you slip away so easily. you didn’t get to question it, however, seeing how he had already left with his food and drink.

rin

it was a one-sided meeting. shidou had somehow gotten his phone after a pxg practice and started showing everyone random pictures. you had happened to be in one, being an old classmate of his. rin wasn’t even paying attention to what shidou was showing, his eye just happened to catch onto the picture of you. he, however, did not have an excuse for his staring. unluckily for him, it didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates.

“what’s this? is rin interested in what he sees?” karasu had interrupted his daze with a rough nudge on the shoulder. rin immediately scoffed, throwing a glare to the side—avoiding karasu’s perceptive gaze. though his blush still did show.

“gee, leave him alone karasu. ya don’t want shidou hearing about this,” nanase whispered, throwing a worried gaze karasu’s way.

“want me to know what? whatcha hiding from me, rin-chan?” yeah, he wasn’t going to hear the end of this anytime soon.

nagi

it was the year before blue lock when nagi saw you for the first time. you had been a new student, being introduced in front of the class. nagi actually hadn’t looked up at first, too busy with trying to fall asleep. “they’re good-lookin’,” reo’s whisper is what prompted nagi to finally look up at you, eyes immediately widening. reo was right, you certainly were breathtaking. heart stopping even. yeah, he’s internally cringing at himself. that doesn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat. his eyes were locked on you. he noticed your lack of expression at the class greeting—it was a thing that usually embarrassed the new classmate. if anything, that made him more intrigued with you. you seemed quiet, a perfect pair for him. maybe even a perfect shoulder to rest on. yeah, he was gonna try to get your interest…somehow.

chigiri

you two had met through his sister. she had pulled you to her house to watch a movie with her, she wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks so you decided to oblige. your arrival, however, came as a surprise for chigiri. he was getting a bottle of tea from the fridge when he heard his sister rushing you in. confused and curious, he turned around, eyes immediately hooking onto your figure.

“oh hey, hyoma. we’re gonna watch a movie so don’t mind us!” his sister sang, not giving you any time to offer a small wave before she dragged you away.

“wait!” her movements paused at chigiri’s panicked yell. he immediately offered an awkward cough, looking away in embarrassment at his sudden outburst. “what movie you watching?” he asked, eyes hesitatingly looking back up. no matter his attempt not to, his eyes met yours.

his sister offered a small hum at the scene in front of her, quickly picking up on her brother’s emotions. “the one i’ve been talking about recently. wanna join?” she offered, giving him an obvious wink. he nodded, letting out a small sigh. he could only hope his sister wasn’t going to give his crush away during the movie.

unedited thanks for reading!

[adams-sinful-wings]

The room is quiet, the soft sound of the wind outside brushing against the walls. Adam has fallen into a light sleep, his breathing even and calm. His body still feels weak, but he's been recovering steadily. His thoughts, however, are far from sleep as his mind races with mischief.

The door creaks open softly. The lion-headed doctor enters the room once more. His presence is imposing, his dark blue eyes scanning the space before settling on Adam, who is slowly waking. The demon walks over to the bed, setting down a tray of supplies on the table as his gaze rests on Adam.

Doctor: *His voice low and steady as he observes Adam, his tone almost mechanical in its professionalism*
You’re awake, I see. How are you feeling today?

Adam: *stretches lazily in the bed, his body arching slightly as he yawns. He looks up at the doctor with a sleepy yet playful expression, his voice sultry and filled with mischievous energy.* Better... much better *He flashes a grin, then shifts his body to a more comfortable, inviting position. His eyes twinkle with a mixture of teasing and something more.* But I still think I need a little more attention. You’ve been so good to me, doc... You don’t think I should thank you again, do you?

Doctor: *narrows his eyes, his lips pressing into a thin line as he places a hand on his hip, resisting the charm Adam’s laying on him. He lets out a soft sigh, his patience clearly starting to fray, though his voice remains calm and measured* Adam... I told you already. I’m here to make sure you’re well, not for any... gratitude. *He steps closer to the bed, his towering figure casting a shadow over Adam as he checks his temperature with practiced fingers*You need to rest, not get distracted by... this.

Adam: *Undeterred, chuckling softly, clearly enjoying the doctor’s frustration, but unwilling to back down. He shifts his position again, closer to the edge of the bed* But what if... I want to be distracted, doc? I don’t think it would hurt if you indulged me a little, just for a moment. I know I’m not the only one who’s felt this... connection. You can’t hide it forever.

Doctor: *stiffens at Adam’s touch, and a flicker of annoyance crosses his face, though his composure is still intact. His eyes flash with a warning glint as he takes a step back, his expression hardening* You need to stop. If you continue like this, you’ll only make things more difficult for both of us. I’m not playing your games.

Adam: *smile falters for a moment, but then he slowly sits up, his movements languid as he watches the doctor intently. There’s a spark of defiance in his eyes, but also a deeper, more desperate need for attention. He leans closer, his breath warm on the doctor’s neck as he speaks softly* I’m not playing games, doc. I just want to feel alive, you know? You’ve been so kind to me... I can’t help it. Don’t you want to feel something, too?

Doctor: *jaw clenches, and for a moment, there’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he steps away from Adam, his large, clawed hands gripping the edge of the bed* I’ve been patient, but this... it’s enough. You want my attention? Fine. But this ends here.”

The doctor steps back toward the table and picks up a vial containing a clear liquid. He holds it up to the light, his eyes darkening as he turns back to Adam.

Doctor: I have an idea, Adam. You want to play games? Fine. Let’s make sure you rest properly.

Adam: *curiosity piques as he watches the doctor with a raised eyebrow. The atmosphere in the room shifts, and Adam’s playful demeanor falters as a sense of unease creeps in. His gaze follows the vial, his expression now one of intrigue* What’s that?”

Doctor: Oh just a little something to make you more compliant.

Adam: *eyes widen but he gives a weary smirk* A s-sedative?

The doctor’s expression hardens as he moves toward Adam once more, his eyes locking with Adam’s, now devoid of any softness. He opens the vial and pours a small amount of the liquid into a syringe, his movements methodical and calm.

Doctor: This will help you sleep. Not just for a few hours, but long enough to let your body fully recover without any... distractions.

Adam: Aah? Now hold on! I was just playing around! We don’t need to do this!

Doctor: You’ve pushed my patience, Adam. But I’m not the one who’s going to lose here.

He steps closer, towering over the bed, the needle gleaming in the light as he prepares to administer the sedative. Doctor: Time for you to rest properly, without any more games.

Adam’s breath catches in his throat as he watches the doctor approach with the syringe. A sense of vulnerability fills him. His voice is softer now, almost uncertain.

Adam: Wait... is that really necessary *gaze flickers between the syringe and the doctor’s stern expression. He shifts in bed, trying to read the situation* I didn’t mean to push you that far, doc. I just... I just thought...

Doctor: You didn’t listen when I told you to rest. Now, you will. This is for your own good. Trust me.”

The doctor gently but firmly injects the sedative into Adam’s arm, his touch surprisingly tender despite the situation.

Doctor: Sleep now, Adam. You need it more than you realize.

The room falls silent as Adam’s eyelids begin to droop, heavy with the weight of the sedative, yet there’s still a spark of defiance in his gaze. His body feels sluggish, but his mind refuses to give in completely. The lion-headed doctor stands over him, watching quietly as Adam begins to stir.

Adam: *unwilling to succumb fully to the sedative* You can’t... just... put me to sleep like that... I’m not finished yet.

Doctor: *gaze softens slightly as he watches Adam fight against the sedative* You’re not going anywhere, Adam. Your body needs rest, whether you want to accept it or not.

Adam’s mind is foggy, but his willpower still drives him. He shifts slightly on the bed, his fingers curling into the sheets as he attempts to sit up, the sedative working against him, but he forces his body to obey. His vision swims, but he can still see the doctor’s towering figure.

Adam: *breathing grows more labored, but there’s a fierce look in his half-lidded eyes as he tries to push himself up from the bed* You think this... little trick is going to stop me? I’ll... outlast you...

Doctor: *steps forward and with surprising tenderness, he gently presses Adam’s shoulders back down into the bed* No, Adam. You won’t. And you’ll stop fighting it. You’re not in any condition to keep resisting. Let me help you.

Adam’s eyelids flutter again, but he grits his teeth, still stubbornly trying to stay awake.

Adam: *voice shakes slightly with exhaustion and frustration as he continues to fight the sedative’s pull* I’ll... I’ll be fine... just... let me... stay awake...

Doctor: *rests his hand on Adam’s forehead, the touch surprisingly warm, yet authoritative. His gaze softens as he watches Adam struggle, his voice quieter now, almost like a calm reassurance* You’re already doing so much. You need rest to heal. Let it happen *he carefully brushes a lock of hair from Adam’s face, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary*

Adam’s body continues to fight against the sedative, but the doctor’s unexpected tenderness catches him off guard. The soft caress of his hand, the gentle pressure on his shoulders... Adam’s mind struggles to focus, but there’s something in the doctor’s touch that makes him pause, if only for a moment.

Adam: *His voice is barely a whisper now, his eyelids drooping more with each passing second* Why... are you... being like this? *voice cracks slightly, confusion mixing with his exhaustion* You’ve been so... distant, but now... *He trails off, his thoughts clouded by the sedative* “Why are you... caring for me?

Doctor: I told you, Adam. I’m here to make sure you heal. You’re not an inconvenience, but you also don’t understand how fragile you are right now. You need more than just medicine... you need rest, and someone to make sure you get it.

Adam’s eyes struggle to stay open, the sedative pulling him further into its grasp. The doctor’s voice continues to weave through the fog in his mind, his touch calming and almost too gentle for Adam’s still-vibrant defiance.

Adam: *a final, weary whisper escapes his lips as his body gives in, the last traces of resistance fading away as his eyes close. His words are barely audible* I... I don’t know what you’re doing, doc... but... thank you...

The doctor watches as Adam’s breathing evens out, the sedative finally taking full effect, and the resistance in Adam’s body fades away. His hand remains on Adam’s forehead for a moment longer.

[blood-choke]

hiiii… i wanted to ask more about this particular val scene where mc and her talk about that portrait and mc is a bit stuck on the word husband and wants val to know theyre not a man. can i ask what inspired that type of convo? i wanted to know if it’s something you’ll touch up on again? is this underlying feelings mc had before their entombment… worried that val sees them as a man just because mc is masc? cause i know that’s kind of broader discussion in the lesbian community iirc….. was that why you wanted to incorporate it? this ask has so many questions LOL but basically i wanted to say i was intrigued and it did made me think more on those type of dynamics (thinking back to those resources you rb’d a while ago that go more into depth about diff things in the lesbian community)

oh boy get ready for another long-winded answer from me!

a lot of the feelings mc has about their gender are inspired by Leslie Feinberg's work (mainly Stone Butch Blues)

Feinberg was someone who lived & passed as a man for years of hir life, and wrote a lot about the complexities of hir gender and what it was like being a "gender outlaw."

there was actually a scene in particular from sbb that kinda put the kernel of an idea in my mind that led to this narrative of the mc feeling overshadowed by Standard and anxious about being perceived as a man. it's towards the end of the book when Jess (sbb's protagonist) meets Ruth (a trans woman that Jess falls in love with)

Jess offers to help Ruth carry groceries up to her apartment, and Ruth takes this the wrong way & is offended, partly because she thinks Jess is a man.

One Saturday afternoon I found her clutching two huge bags of groceries and fumbling with the downstairs front-door lock. I pulled out my key.

“Here, let me.” She didn’t say thank you. She hurried ahead of me on the stairs.

“Can I help you carry those?” I offered.

“Do I look weak to you?” she asked.

I stopped on the stairs. “No. Where I come from it’s just a sign of respect, that’s all.”

She continued up the stairs. “Well, where I come from,” she called out, “men don’t reward women for pretending to be helpless.” Once I heard her apartment door close I kicked the stair in anger and frustration.

later, after they get to know each other better, they have this interaction:

I laughed and picked at my salad. “Do you know if I’m a man or a woman?”

“No,” Ruth said. “That’s why I know so much about you.”

I sighed. “Did you think I was a man when you first met me?" She nodded. "Yes. At first I thought you were a straight man. Then I thought you were gay. It’s been a shock for me to realize that even I make assumptions about sex and gender that aren’t true. I thought I was liberated from all of that.”

I smiled. “I didn’t want you to think I was a man. I wanted you to see how much more complicated I am. I wanted you to like what you saw.”

i think the inspiration here is quite obvious, hahaha. i figure anyone that's read sbb can sense the similar through-line here in my work. though the conversation between mc and Valentina has a much different tone.

there's another scene later as well after something happens to Jess and she has to have her jaw wired shut. she's working at a new job and is unable to speak, and she's also passing as a man at this job. she overhears some of her female coworkers talking about her and they refer to her as a "creep" and speculate that she's always watching one of them. Jess overhears all of this and then walks out of the job, goes home and pulls the wires out of her mouth herself:

After I was sure I’d gotten the last piece of wire out of my gums, I rinsed my mouth with whiskey and then drank the rest of it so I could sleep without remembering how Marija’s words had stripped me of my humanity.

butches & gnc women still face this kind of dehumanization; compared or likened to men in a derogatory way, accused of being "heteropatriarchal," the predatory stereotype of the fat ugly lesbian, and on the other side they're also hypersexualized, especially online and in queer spaces. butchphobia is a specific kind of misogyny that hits from all sides, even from the people that are supposed to be a part of your community. and this attitude especially effects trans women and women of color, who are already experiencing all of these things due to transmisogyny and racism.

i also really wanted to use this to touch on the kind of gender essentialism that we see in a lot of these cis feminist discussions - to these women at this job, Jess had committed no real crime other than being quiet and being the “wrong” kind of man. something about this scene has always stuck with me and really bothered me, but it's hard to put into words; on one hand i can admit i have probably been one of those women who made some kind of similar remark about a man i barely knew, but i've also been someone on the receiving end, too, because of the way i look. the mc in blood choke is put into this box, but they can't fit in, as someone who has been on both sides and doesn't really understand where they belong because of it; how can she stand beside Valentina or Hana or Clear when they might see her as a perpetrator, someone who can't be trusted? how does this mindset harm both the women and the men of the council and everyone in between? how can we break this cycle?

one of the films i mentioned recently when talking about the character designs was The Same Difference, which is specifically about the Black lesbian community and the discrimination within that community based upon gender roles (though this is not something limited to just the Black lesbian community)

a lot of the women in that doc talk about the boxes they're put in as AG or stud lesbians - they can't have their hair long, they can't wear makeup, they can't do this or that, they have to be aggressive and hard or else they're not real studs. they discuss stud on stud (or butch4butch) and how other lesbians look down on those types of lesbians, as well as the disdain for bisexual women for "betraying" the community. it explores the way misogyny and the patriarchy still oppress these women and forces them into this restrictive gender role despite their refusal to adhere to the other role originally assigned to them, and the way racism specifically intersects and exacerbates it for Black lesbians. there's a stud that's an exotic dancer and wears a weave, and a lot of other studs have a problem with this because a weave is "a female thing." another section follows a pregnant stud, and how the community shuns her for that, because she "dresses like a man and acts like a man" so why is she getting pregnant when she should be "the man"?

mc doesn't remember how they felt before entombment, but waking up they feel this need to prove themselves - both in that they are hard and aggressive like a butch should be, but also in that they want to be this person for Valentina or Clear or Hana (or all of them) that is safe and comforting. but they aren't sure how to do that when the world perceives them as this one specific thing - as a husband, as Standard, as a man, specifically this man who hurt Valentina.

of course we've already seen this to not be true of the companions with the last chapter as the mc learns more and spends more time with everyone. but this is kind of the foundation of where this whole idea came from. it started with my novel & i chose vampires for that story & this one because there is a long history of lesbian vampirism (and also because it's sexy) but there's this "curse" that both Hana & Valerie talk about in their respective stories, the first one being the racism she's had to face, the transphobia, along with this alienation and perception of lesbians as predatory and conniving and aggressive, as vampires, which i just think really lends itself to expanding upon these issues lesbians & trans women face both in general and within the community.

anyways if you want to read more i suggest Stone Butch Blues, which you can get for free on Leslie Feinberg's website, as well as S/he, by Minnie Bruce Pratt, available on the internet archive, Gender Failure by Ivan E. Coyote & Rae Spoon also on the internet archive, and you can rent The Same Difference for $10 on vimeo.