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yawarakaizai · 1 year ago

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wearing beast!dazai’s big black trench coat with only undies underneath ໒꒰ྀི ܸ. .ܸ ꒱ྀི১ !! swinging legs while sitting on his lap and messing with his paperwork until he gets mad and punishes u ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

m rlly glad u’r opening nsfw reqs luv (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ hope have fun writing angel！

ⵌ NOT A SECOND THOUGHT, OH, ROMEO

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT Beast!Dazai (BSD) CONTENTS 17+ CONTENT NSFW, dub-con, usage of 'daddy', fem pet names, dry humping, grinding, bratty impatient reader, implied sugar daddy dazai, dirty talk, degradation, implied unsafe bindings (stay safe during bondage guys!), no lube/dry penetration, maso/sadi, jealous dazai, slight edging, orgasm denial,mean dazai but slightly sweet dazai during aftercare NOTE It's not your fault. It's not your fault there's nothing better to do. It's not your fault daddy promised to be in bed with you soon. You needed him, and he was too busy with the work he promised to have finished earlier! You wouldn't let him get away with this. But - who really has the upper-hand here? COMPANY Lolita

A/N aahh back f rom scho ol trip ;///; first nsfw fic !! h ope its okay (☍﹏⁰) i have more reqs in i nbox !!! i hope you enjoy th is fic !!!!

This was a dangerous game to play.

How you were going to go about this was a gamble, one that could either go in your favour - or horribly otherwise.

Danger thrilled you. And perhaps maybe that is why you paraded right into Dazai's office wearing nothing but his black trench coat.

" Oh? "

His pen was placed on the desk gently. Gaze eyeing you up and down with an eyebrow quirked up in curiosity. " What are you up to, bella? "

You stood there at the entrance with cockiness written all over your face. He knew what you were up to, he knew all too well what you wanted and he decided to play cruel.

Displaying yourself to him in such a teasing manner was the dangerous game. Your bitchiness that will follow will be more reason for him to punish you. You wore your favourite black-lace panties that hung low on your hips, your pretty pussy nearly peeking from the fabric as it hung loose. Dazai's coat was much too big for you, which described why the sleeves covered your hands entirely and you left the jacket unzipped purposefully, the coat just barely covering your nipples, enough to tease - but not enough to satisfy.

" I'm bored. " You hummed, as innocent as an angel, making your way over to his desk.

You twirled his signature red scarf around your hands, pulling the coats sleeves up your forearms to reveal your fingers, adorned with the expensive finger he had bought you.

" I told you I was almost done, did I not? " Dazai stifled a small laugh, sucking in a nervous breath. He wore a white blouse and some black jeans while working in his second office. There had been an incident he needed to look over and the last thing he needed was a distraction.

Dazai really did love you, but it seemed that no amount of training was able to keep a brat like you in one place.

" You're taking too long! " You pouted, hands slamming on his desk as you bent over just slightly, the coat yielding and allowing him to peek at your perked nipples. " My butt hurts waiting for you in our room, so..! "

Standing back up straight, you swayed your hips around the table and - pap! Sat right on his lap, sliding in between his legs very soon after with your back pressed to his chest. " ..This is much more comfortable. "

You emphasise so by wiggling your hips left and right before his hands clamped down on the sides of your hips to stop your ass from digging further against his crotch.

" Princess. " His shaky breath earned a grin from you. " Now's really not the time, okay? I'm almost done, I promise. " He tried to pick up his pen but you kicked your legs, your body moving with the force of so, " But daddy! Please! " You cried out. " At least let me sit down until you're finished! "

Giving in, it was probably for the best knowing you'll bother him either way. " Then I expect you to not move. " Rubbing your hips as his iron grip relented, " Am I clear? "

Of course you weren't going to behave. You deserve to act out every now and then, especially when mean Dazai left you waiting for so long!

" Mhm! " Your head idly rocked with a childish tune playing in your head, leaning back slightly to allow Dazai some movement. He picked his pen back up and began to write while you tried to focus on the fast, cursive writing but just couldn't.

The many words had your brain jumbled and you kept on yawning before daddy even had a chance to tend to you after promising he would.

" Daddy, this is boring. " You complained only to be given a small 'tch, tch' as a response.

Even you talking was enough to distract him. It made you upset, and when you were upset, consequences weren't something you worried or even thought about.

You tried singing, he'd pinch your thigh. You tried humming, he'd pinch your thigh. You repositioned slightly to get more comfortable, he'd pinch your thigh.

It was torture to be kept here waiting especially after you spent so long not only anticipating him meeting you tonight but also convincing Chuuya why you needed Dazai's trench coat and scarf.

You reached over to pick a pen from the cupholder just almost out of your reach and leaned back after. Dazai must've thought you wanted to keep your hands busy since you began to twirl the pen in your fingers. But oh, no.

Because while he was busy on yet another useless paragraph, you scribbled a small little heart in the corner of the page. He didn't seem to like that.

" Princess. " He warned, but you only giggled in the face of his growing anger. " Whaaaat? I'm not doing anything bad! " You threw your head back and looked up, Dazai's head turned down to look at your stupid little smirk. He wasn't impressed, but you both knew deep down he was enjoying this. If that hard thing pressing in between your ass wasn't any indication.

" You can keep acting like a bitch as much as you want, but you know how this is going to end. " He left it at that, knowing you well enough to expect you to continue until he has you flipped over, choking back your words.

" Mm-mm, " You shook your head, scribbling more love-hearts into corner of the page, small little doodles, " I'm only being nice. Daddy's being unfair. " Your legs kicked back and forth as you drew away on the page as though it were your sketchpad.

With Dazai's patience running low, he put his pen away to gather his sheets to read over, his head peering over your shoulder at his notes. Organising information was hard. It was even harder when he had his princess humping back into his half-erect cock.

You could swear that he was reading slow on purpose just to piss you off. You needed his attention now. In a bold move, the next words spoken would end up changing a night that could've ended on a much nicer note.

" Would've just gone to Chuuya if I knew you were gonna be this mean. "

You didn't even have enough time to gasp before your head was pushed down onto the desk, your body bent suddenly and it ached with the unprepared stretch. Your whine came late, but the palm shoving your cheek down made your words muffle until he pulled back , tearing the red scarf from around your neck and bringing it behind you where your vision couldn't see. You didn't dare move from the new position he put you into.

" Ow, ow, daddy! " Your overreactions didn't earn you any pity as he bound your wrists together behind your back securely. It was a little too tight, but that's just how you liked it.

" Can't wait at all, can you? " He huffed, your head still resting on the table, on top of a few of his beloved documents that he spent so long researching for and writing.

" My fault for spoiling you so much, isn't it princess? Lettin' you run the show how you like it. " Unzipping his fly with haste, he let his cock spring free while his other hand pulled the trench coat belonging to him that you were wearing over your bottom, pulling your panties down and letting them pool down at your feet. " Baby got too greedy, now she's gonna be reminded just what she is. "

" But you-! " Your mouth shot open in a gargled cry as he shoved his rock hard dick into your unprepared hole. You were barely wet enough for it to slide in and out comfortably. There was only so much your pussy could give when you had to go through about an hour of being denied. " Daddy! Hurts! Hurts! " You wailed, your legs kicking back and knees buckling with the horribly uncomfortable intrusion. Daddy's cock was thick and long enough for you to feel it push against that certain organ deep around your plush walls. You felt a stabbing pain in your lower abdomen that surged through your body and you thought that maybe this had not been worth it after all.

Hooking a hand under your stomach to keep you from completely falling to the floor, Dazai held your hips and began to thrust as he pleased, picking up pace into something deep but slow.

He would have happily slammed fast if he wanted to, but you only now were beginning to provide him with some self-made lubrication. " Fuck, baby. " He groaned, watching how your cute pussy would stretch around his cock as he'd slam in and how it'd return to it's small plumpness when he'd pull out to the tip only.

It was such an addicting sight, he could silence out your little begs and apologies in favour of watching your pussy instead.

" Dah-ddy! " You squealed, trying to gain his attention, to alert him of the pain.

" Hurts, it hurts, really, for re-al! " Your voice cracked with a hard thrust that made the desk inch forward.

" If that were the case, you wouldn't be getting so wet over this, would you? "

Dazai acknowledged the pain you were allegedly feeling but made no effort in helping soothe.

" Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished. Those are the rules. " Dazai was so, so mean. Your tears did not sway him to go easy. " No bitch of mine is bringing up Chuuya while she grinds down on my dick like a cock-hungry whore. "

" I'm sorry that I said it! " You tried to apologise but knew that ultimately, daddy's word was final.

You had no option but to stay still and take daddy's idea of a fit punishment for today.

At this point, your body had given in to the abuse your pussy was given and finally, that pain evolved into something more hot and arousing as precipitation pooled between your legs.

" Then you've learned for next time, hm? "

Dazai was grateful feeling himself slip in and out easier. His thrusts became more brutal and he seemed to care more about his table that kept moving in sync with his thrusts than you.

You were being used as a cocksleeve.

" Aah- aa-a-aah.. " Your body bounced and rubbed against the polished wood all while you tried to form coherent thoughts.

You thought that maybe, just maybe, you preferred this over daddy's usual spanking.

" G'nna..! Cum! Daddy, think I'm gonna! " You cried out, drool wetting the sheets.

" Hold it. " The command alone made your body seize up with fear. " No! " You choked on a mixture of a sob and a moan. " I'm gonna die, daddy! I'm gonna die, please, please! "

He relished in the way your feet raised to pull his thighs in closer into you, begging him to cum inside you and to give you the early orgasm you wanted so bad.

" Just be a good girl. Just this fuckin' once. Can ya do that? "

You really did sob this time.

Unsure how long you could hold back your orgasm, just before you were pushed over the edge - Dazai pulled out entirely and you shrieked.

Rubbing his cock on your soft ass, you felt thick, hot ropes of his seed squirt lines over your plump behind, wiping away any excess on your inner thigh, just about touching your neglected pussy.

" Noo.. no.. " Your voice was hoarse from shouting, small body hiccuping little sobs at the orgasm stolen from you.

" I said bad girls get punished. " Dazai replied coldly, taking a seat back into his chair after undoing the knot keeping your wrists tied.

At first, you couldn't move, and he watched his cum trickle down your thighs and onto the floor. You stayed crying quietly for a while on the desk until you pulled yourself together - enough to stand up (albeit shakily) to take the two steps forward to be held in Dazai's arms.

" Daddy, daddy, sorry, 'm sorry, I am, I am! "

You held onto his shirt with shaking fists, shivering like you were left out wet in the cold.

" Shh, shh, I know you are. I know you are, princess. "

Cheeks and nose flushed red from tears, his hand rubbed up and down your thigh, squeezing the flesh when he could.

" You can be a good girl when you want to. "

" Y-eah. " You cleared your sore throat, breath hitching every now and then with a hard inhale.

" Daddy had to be mean today, you know why, don't you, my brave girl? " Dazai cooed to you, tucking strands of your hair behind your ear so he could get a better view of your tear-streaked face.

" I was bad today, never again, not gonna be bad again. "

" That's my good girl. "

You say it and promise it. You swear it up and down and daddy will give you what you want soon after.

And even then, it'll barely be another two weeks before your next punishment.

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vodika-vibes · 13 days ago

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Ok so what about Jesse x a Zeltron!reader who works on the 501st base where they maybe have a casual kind of relationship, which is typical for the Zeltron species (basically a bunch of attractive high-energy and high-libido pink people who don't like commitment), and then Reader realizes they're actually developing *feelings.* For this *one* guy (perish the thought).

So, Reader decides they need to quit this before they're in too deep with their emotions, but it turns out Jesse feels the same?

Zeltrons are my favorite Star Wars species and I wish someone would do something with them in canon but oh well at least there's fic and hcs.

I Won't Say I'm In Love

Summary: This thing between you and Jesse is fun. It’s fun, it’s comfortable, and you’re content with how it’s going. He can easily keep up with you in all things. It’s not a relationship. Relationships require commitment and you’re not about that life. And then, one day, you realize that maybe you are.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x Zeltron F! Reader

Word Count: 1973

Warnings: 18+, no smut but still an adult fic

A/N: I'm not sure this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway.

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“What are you thinking about, beautiful?” Jesse asks as he plays with a strand of your hair. It had been curled, when the night started, but has since lost its curl due to rain and other activities.

You glance at him from where your head is resting on his bare chest, and then you release a theatrical groan and stretch across your bed. “Food, mostly.”

His dark eyes sweep down your bare body, and then focus back on your face, a wide grin crossing his features, “I suppose we did skip dinner.” He muses thoughtfully.

“And who’s fault is that?”

He arches a single brow, “Yours. I came here to pick you up so we can meet our friends at the club, and you jumped me.”

You sit up and hold out a single finger, intent on correcting him, and then you frown and bring your finger to your chin, “...I did do that, didn’t I?”

“It’s okay,” Jesse says as he sits up as well, a slightly smug smirk crossing his face, “I’m gorgeous, it’s understandable.”

An amused huff falls from your lips, and you push him. It doesn’t have any effect, Jesse is both bigger and stronger than you, but the intention gets across well enough.

“I’m stealing your shirt and ordering food,” You announce as you swing your legs off your bed and start searching for the top of his blacks that he was wearing when he arrived.

It’s gotta be here somewhere, right? Maybe you took it off him in the living room?

You bend over to shift a pile of clothes to see if it ended up under that somehow, and Jesse releases an appreciative whistle. A laugh falls from you as you straighten and shoot him a look, “Really?”

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” His heated gaze drags down your body, and he shifts on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and kicking the sheet down slightly.

He’s already half-hard again.

Honestly, he’s such a man sometimes.

“Come here, babe. Let me show you.” He holds his hand out to you, and it’s tempting. It’s so tempting. He’s very good at sex, after all.

But then, just as you’re about to join him in bed, your stomach rumbles loudly. Jesse’s head falls back against the headboard as he bursts out laughing. He has a booming laugh, and his entire body shakes with his amusement.

And you find yourself staring at him as he laughs.

You should be offended, right? He’s laughing at you.

Only—

Only, he looks so—

A tiny smile lifts your lips, and you can’t help but think I’d like to make him laugh like that forever.

“Ohh, what’s that look for?” Jesse is still grinning at you, but he’s no longer on the bed. In fact, he’s tugging his lounge pants on, and holding the top of his blacks in one of his hands.

“Look?” You catch the shirt as he tosses it at you, “What look?”

“You have a look.” He walks over to you and lightly catches your chin between two fingers, “It’s a cute look.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, sure.” Jesse leans in and kisses the tip of your nose, “Put some clothes on, gorgeous. We need to feed the demon in your stomach.”

You huff and tug the shirt over your head, “I want pizza,”

Jesse makes a face, “Are you sure you wouldn’t just rather order a tub of lard to eat?”

“Ew.” You follow him out of the bedroom and into the living room, “Pizza is more than lard.”

“It’s just as bad for you.” Jesse points out as he grabs your datapad and turns toward you.

“All of the best things in life are,” You counter as you duck under his arm to peer at the screen too.

“Name one,”

“Alcohol.”

“Babe, you don’t even like drinking.”

“I like it! Just not when I can taste it.”

“My point exactly,” Jesse scrolls through one of the food delivery apps, “Oh, how about this place?”

You glance at the restaurant, and tilt your head, “Curry?”

“You like their bread,” He offers temptingly.

“I do like their bread.” You muse thoughtfully, “Alright, order that. As much as you like.”

“You sure?”

“I make plenty of money. I can afford to splurge on a meal for us, Jesse. Don’t worry about it.”

He presses a kiss against your temple, “You’re the best.”

“Yes, I know~” You duck back under his arm to head into the kitchen to start some caf. Do you need it? No, not really. But you want it. “Do you want caf, Jesse?”

“Always,” He calls back to you, “Hey, d’ya mind if I order a dessert?”

“Buy whatever you want, Jesse. I don’t mind.”

You start the machine and then turn to lean against the counter, your gaze lingering on Jesse as he scrolls through the menu across the room. He’s not paying attention to you right now, which means you can take the time to actually admire him.

Jesse’s…handsome.

Handsome and charming. He’s not the funniest, his puns tend to make you groan, cover your eyes, and beg him to stop. He’s easy to talk to, you don’t think he has a judgemental bone in his body. He’s covered in tattoos, the republic cog on his face is his most obvious tattoo, but it’s not his only tattoo.

He’s affectionate. When the both of you are out together, his arm is either around your waist, or around your shoulder, or he’s playing with your hair or your fingers—

The realization comes to you slowly, like a sun rising over the horizon.

You love him.

The idea is laughable, really.

You’re a Zeltron. Your people don’t do commitment as a rule.

Having a monogamous fuck-buddy is one thing. But a life-partner?

You gaze at Jesse for a moment longer. You should end this.

He’s a good man, Jesse. He deserves better than someone like you. You would be the first one to admit that you’re shallow and petty. If you were a puddle, Jesse could stand in you without even getting the soles of his boots wet.

You’re a terrible person. Quick to dismiss other people’s feelings (ugh) as unimportant. Even quicker to dismiss people who question the decisions you’ve made.

He deserves better than you.

Then Jesse turns to you and flashes a bright grin, and you realize that you can’t let him go.

Turns out you’re actually a terrible person.

You wonder what you must look like to him right now. Standing here in the kitchen, your hair a mess, wearing his shirt and nothing else.

You wonder what he thinks of you in general. Your relationship was meant to be purely physical with the added bonus of being actual friends. Does he think you’re just some…some slut? He wouldn’t be the first person who categorized you like that and wouldn’t be the last.

But the idea of him thinking of you like that makes your chest ache.

Jesse’s in front of you before you realize it, his smile has vanished replaced with a look of concern as he stands over you. “Babe? Everything alright?” He asks, as he lightly cradles your face in his hands.

No. Nothing is ever going to be alright ever again. Why did I have to catch feelings?

“Do you think I’m a slut?” You ask instead.

Jesse blinks at you, twice. Seemingly astounded by your question. And then you watch, surprised, as something dangerous slides across his face, “Did someone call you that?”

“Yeah, almost daily.” The insult doesn’t bother you, not anymore. But you want to know what he thinks about you.

His expression becomes even more forbidding, “Names. Please. And locations. I just wanna talk to them.”

You blink at him, and then a startled laugh falls from you, “Jesse, babe. I’m a Zeltron, I’ve not been offended by being called a slut since I was a teenager.” You press your hands over his, “I want to know if you personally think I’m a slut.”

He looks pained for a moment, “People have been calling you that since you were a teenager?”

“Jesse.”

“Of course I don’t think you’re a slut. I’ve never thought that.” He tilts your head back slightly, “I think—”

He trails off, and your hands move to his wrists, “You think?”

“You’re amazing.”

“Of course I am.”

He scans your face for a moment, “Where did all of this come from? You’ve never worried about this before.”

You open your mouth to say something and then hesitate.

“Babe? Come on, you can tell me.”

“I just realized that I’m a horrible person, that’s all.”

“You’re not, though!” Jesse’s hands fall to your shoulders, “Listen to me. You have to know that there are a lot of people on Coruscant who don’t even see us as people. And you…you never questioned it. Do you have any idea how amazing that is?”

“That’s, quite literally, the bar on the ground, Jesse.”

He shakes his head, “You’d be amazed at how many people are willing to start digging. You know, I’m not even convinced that General Skywalker sees us as people.”

That’s…a terrifying thought. Your hands tighten around his wrists, and Jesse smiles at you soothingly before he leans in and kisses you gently.

“I have a confession to make, beautiful.”

You tilt your head to the side, “A confession?”

He nods, one of his hands moving to cradle your neck, “I’m afraid I’m in love with you.”

Whatever you were expecting him to say, it wasn’t that.

“And I know that we agreed to keep this,” He gestures to the pair of you, “wholly physical and platonic, but…fuck, beautiful, I can’t do it.”

You open your mouth to say something, but Jesse presses a finger over your lips, there’s something like anxiety on his face.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know that you don’t do complicated and that relationships were never on the table for you,” He says quickly, “I also know that I’m not your only guy, so—”

Wait. What?

“Says who?” You blurt.

“What?”

“What what? Who says that I’m sleeping with other people? Because I’m not.”

Jesse stares at you, “But, when I’m deployed—”

“Sex toys exist for a reason, Jesse.” You counter defensively, “And…well…the only people who might compare to you are your brothers and that just made me feel icky.”

Jesse has an odd look on his face.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“You said that already.”

His lips crash against yours, surprising you. And, while you and Jesse have shared a lot of kisses, none of them have been quite like this before. He’s kissing you like he’s trying to possess you.

Jesse lifts you like you weigh nothing, and sets you on the counter before he slides between your legs, and he does this without breaking the kiss. “You love me,” He mumbles against your lips.

Your face burns with embarrassment, “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.” He moves his lips to your neck and bites down, leaving an obvious mark on your pink skin, something he’s never done before.

He moves his lips a little lower and bites down again, pulling a soft moan from you, “Jess—”

“Take this off,” He murmurs as he tugs on the shirt you're wearing, “I need you.”

“But, food.”

He flashes a sly grin, “We can take a break when it gets here.”

“You’re such a man sometimes,” You complain, but even so, you’re still pulling the shirt off.

“You’ve never complained before.” He kisses you again, his tongue flicking against your lower lip, “Fuck, I love you.”

This time, when he says it, you just giggle and lean into him. Maybe commitment won’t be so bad when Jesse is your other half.

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sugurufic · 8 months ago

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What are your thoughts on the reader and teen nanami attending an improv comedy show…

Oh this is so interesting! I am not funny, like at all, so please don't judge my terrible jokes T^T as always, its not proofread

Nanami, Haibara and you had a lot of fun planned for the weekend, but Haibara had to return home to his family. His sister had gotten a bad fever and he was worried sick about her.

So you and Nanami still went about the plans, going to the mall for some shopping and to the city center to eat, and then return to your respective dorms. The two of you hadn't hung out much without Haibara, his absence weighing you down. With Haibara it was easy to ignore how Nanami's presence made you feel, but now it was practically impossible, with him walking beside you in the mall, dressed in normie clothes.

"Hey ma'am, hey sir!" an attendant at the mall greeted you cheerfully. "We have a free of cost improv comedy session going on, would you care to join us?"

You have always loved improv comedy, watching videos on the internet, but you've never seen one in person. Besides, how bad could it get? It's not like you were wasting any money this way.

"Nanami, can we go, please?" you plead, batting your eyelashes at the blond man, who doesn't even argue.

"Thank you for joining us!" the attendant yells behind you.

"I really hope that it doesn't turn out to be a waste of time," Nanami says as you sit beside him. The room still has some empty seats, but it's a great news that there are people to see a new comedian.

"I don't think it will be," you say, scooting a little closer to him as the air conditioning sent a shiver under your skin.

The empty seats fill up quickly, and the lights are dimmed, waiting for the comedian to take the stage. You are unfamiliar with the man who comes on the stage, viewing his audience with a smile on his face. "Hey everyone! Thank you for being here. You really are helping me convince my parents that maybe I can pull this comedy thing off," He starts of with a jolly voice. "You know, after I wasted four years of my life on an engineering degree."

You chuckle, having heard something similar from plenty of comedians. the man looks over his audience, eyes flickering to a stop to someone on the other end of the room. "Oh, I have a young crowd with me. I really hope you don't get influenced by me. it's not my fault if your mum slaps you with a slipper for not wanting to go to college."

"How old even are you?" he asks the same person. "That young! Now I will feel guilty about making the jokes I had planned." The man shakes his head. "Anyways, you know I am not entirely upset that i did college. I now have more things to make jokes about. Anyone who did CS and now everyone is suddenly asking them to fix computers?"

A surprising number of people raise their hands, and you chuckle once again. Nanami fixes his bangs beside you, trying to hide his rolling eyes. But you know him too well to know what he's doing.

"My parents forbade from speaking to the opposite gender all throughout school. And now that I'm an engineer by degree, they want me to get married." He sighs. "You are too young to understand this. How many of you have partners?" a good number of people raised their hands. "And how many of parent's know?" most hands went down.

The comedian's eyes fall on the pair of you and he asks Nanami, "Hey, blond guy! Is that pretty lady your girlfriend?"

Your face heats up and you can barely look at Nanami, who has gone pink. "N-No," he manages to say.

"Your face tells me otherwise," the comedian laughs. "For those of you who cannot see, Mr. Blond Guy has turned red. The lady seems flustered too. You two did come together, right? Or did I just embarrass two strangers sitting next to each other."

"We go to the same school," You manage to say, despite your flustered state. "And we're friends."

"Miss, maybe you should ask blond guy. He seems very shy." the comedian chuckles.

"I don't think I'm her type," Nanami mumbles in a small voice, and you give him the biggest side eye you have ever given to anyone.

"Judging by the lady's reaction, I'd say you are wrong, buddy." the man laughs. "See people, please tell your friends I helped set up a relationship. If any of your friends need a wingman, please join me on my next shows."

When you leave the mall, you walk together in silence, not even getting the courage to look at him. But you bite down your fears and say, "What gave you the impression that you aren't my type?" You still don't look at him, but your hands are in front of you, trying to grasp the air. "Because then I'd have to fix that. You are exactly my type."

Oh no, you think. You may have spoken to much. "Please ignore what I just said if you don't like me back."

"I do," Nanami softy says, and you whip you head towards him, seeing a rare smile on his face. His cheeks are still dusted a light shade of pink and he looks so cute you could kiss him. "I never thought you could like me like that."

"OH you blind man," you sigh, intertwining your fingers when his hand reaches for yours. "Let's just do this again later, okay?"

"Okay," Nanami says, the smile not leaving his face.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years ago

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Hi again! Oh yeah! I guess its request time then😂 (Also I love that gif😂) also right after I sent the first ask I had an idea for another Henry Sherlock x Peaky and I can't decide which to send so I'll send both separately and you can choose which one you like better! The original idea I had was for a Shelby sister Reader and the other is a Holmes sister Reader. But the first idea is this:

What if another Shelby sister moves to London and ends up being Sherlock's neighbor but he ignores her at first (or pretends to) even when she becomes friends with Enola. Then one day a man looking for revenge against the Blinders breaks into her home and almost succeeds in kidnapping/killling her but suddenly Sherlock appears and saves her. Then right as he's helping patch her up like half of the Shelby Company Limited +Co show up because they got the call reader was threatened. And after that reader and Sherlock gee closer and like Ada and Enola are constantly working to set them up! And yeah that's the first idea I had if you were interested!❤️❤️

Hey Love,

This request is just - I'm not worthy. But I hope this makes you happy. I have three extra pieces that I'll try to post tonight. Thanks for sending this in, I'm having a lot of fun with it!

Warnings: Reader is assaulted, kissing, fluff,

EXTRAS: Little extra bits of the story that give more context. I figured they might make it too long but I'm still super attached to them.

Kissing - Additional Short about kissing

You looked around the sun bathed flat in amazement, a sound you could never recall rang in your ears. Silence. It was quiet and only the furniture was put in place. Aunt Pol and Ada insisted on staying with you for the first night, in your world that was a party so naturally, Esme was in toe with them when they showed up. You all listened to records and drank yourselves silly. Gin and dancing, laughing and gossiping, your heart was soaring high when you eventually fell asleep on a pile of cushions.

However, in the morning, it was a different feeling entirely. You woke up first wondering how on earth you all could make a mess out of a practically unpacked apartment, but there it was. The anxiety from the booze started to hit you and laying still became impossible. Your stomach turned violently and your mind started to race with unwanted memories. Time to get busy, you groaned and got up for the day.

You ran out to get some bread and eggs for breakfast. The street was brutally loud and you were grateful for the little shop as the door closed and the sound was muffled. Eggs and bread turned into a large and heavy paper bag full of all sorts of things. You managed it well enough till you got to the top of the front steps. You nestled the large paper bag in one arm and struggled to get your keys out of your coat pocket. The door swung open suddenly and a very tall man glared down at you. The paper bag fell from your arm as the man's gaze held you. He was very tall and broad, looking down at you with a displeased face.

“So-” You stopped yourself and shook your head this was not your fault. You picked the bag up and tried to hold your head high while walking around the large man, something that would have been possible if his shoulders didn't take up the entire doorway.

Your eyes rested on his collar bones that poked out of his nightshirt and you wondered how on earth someone could have shoulders so….

“221C?” His voice was deep and velvety and would have been very pleasing if he had sounded less grumpy. His crumpled hair and long sweeping robe made you wonder why he was going out at all.

You turned your head to the side as you met his eyes again, a move you regretted instantly.

“Normally people refer to me by my name.” You told him your name and reached out to shake his hand. He gave you a firm handshake and gave you another look over.

“Last night was a terrible experience. My work requires a large amount of concentration and -”

“Are you the new woman?” An overly cheery voice called out from behind the hulking man. He let out an exasperated sigh. A girl with long brown curly hair fought her way out of the doorway and bent down to grab a tin of coffee that had escaped in the fall.

“Im Enola - Holmes! This is my brother” She looked between the two of you and registered her brother's deep glare “he’s hungover - completely ignore him.” She said with a beaming smile. She ushered you past him into the hallway and started chattering. Your head was pounding but you tried to follow along with what she was saying.

“It sounded like a wild night, I don't think I’ve ever heard so much laughing.” She held onto your arm with the tin of coffee in the other hand and you felt weird being walked to your apartment by the girl. She must have been about 14 or so, something in her eagerness to speak with you made you feel she was lonely.

“You know I love parties, I know lots of jokes, and oh- do you run your own business. Your mail here has a company stamp with your last name. That’s really something, I’m excellent with numbers if you ever need accounting - not that you aren't good with numbers if you own your own business- ”

“Enola” The man called from their door across the hall.

“Sorry!” She gave you another big smile.

“Do you want a cup of coffee or tea?” You don't know why you asked her, caffeine was the very last thing that girl needed. But her eyes were lonely and you remembered what it was like at that age.

“No”

“YES!” they answered at the same time. The man looked at you almost apologetically.

“She wouldn't be any trouble. My sisters are here with my aunt, ah tonight was sort of a one-off. Sorry about the noise and everything.” You fumbled and your face flushed.

“No,” He said awkwardly. “ Not a problem I just - as long as it's not every night. I’m sure we can be just as loud.” You gave him a nod and then opened the door to your apartment.

“Behave Enola” He called out before stepping into his flat with his mail in hand. She made an exasperated face and rolled her eyes.

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You laughed as you came into the kitchen to see all three of them sat at the table in various positions that showed their hungover-ness.

“Everyone this is my neighbor Enola.” Esme didn't lift her head from the wooden table but a groan of acknowledgment rang out from a mess of dark curly hair.

Polly looked the girl over and lit a cigarette, then her eyes looked to you with a question.

“She bumped into me in the hallway. Enola this is my Aunt Pol and my sisters Esme and Ada.”

She gave them a wave and whispered a soft hello. Aunt Pol looked at her for a long while then gave a kind smile.

“So you live across the hall then?”

“Yes with my brother Sherlock Holmes - he’s a detective and I’m technically in training but I am taking clients,” Enola said proudly.

Sherlock Holmes, you thought to yourself for a moment brain foggy as ever. The detective from the papers? You didn't know what to think of the information as you put the kettle on the stove.

“A detective eh?” Pol gave her a nod. “Do me a favor and keep an eye on this one for me?”

“Sure thing. She can count on us.- You mentioned it’s just you living here now?”

You nodded as you started to unpack a box of mugs.

“I live in the neighborhood, but we are all from Birmingham,” Ada answered with a small smile.

“Birmingham! Holy - I haven't been before but I read this article once -” And off she went quietly rattling on and on. You got some eggs, ham, toast, and coffee on the table. Pol took Enola’s mug and filled it with milk before she could grab some coffee.

“It’s a dreadful habit dear. Have some milk.” She said knowing full well that she didn't need anything to wake her up.

The morning passed into the afternoon and eventually, Esme raised her head and ate up her breakfast. They made Enola laugh loudly and you felt she fit in with your girl gang well enough.

“You have a boyfriend then? How old are ya? Should call Finn over if not.”

“No” You and Pol answered at the same time. Finn was a good 3 years older than her and the last thing you wanted was her caught up in whatever he was working on these days.

“He’s my litter brother but he’s a hell of a troublemaker and a good few years too old for you.” You gave Esme a look and she shrugged.

“I do as it turns out. Well - Erm - don’t mention that to my brother if you don't mind?” You gave her a big smile.

“Secret is safe with me.”

“As long as we get to meet him of course,” Ada added sensibly.

Soon enough the day passed by and you were left with a messy apartment to clean and many boxes to unpack. You said your goodbyes and enjoyed watching Enola light up as the women hugged her goodbye, with promises of saying hello the next time they came over to stay.

You closed the door and looked at the girl who jumped slightly.

“You probably want me to leave - sorry!” She looked flustered.

“Stay or go, I’m going to do some unpacking then start on dinner. You are welcome to stay if you like”

Enola took that invitation as a welcome to come over whenever she pleased. You thought it would start to bother you, but coming from such a big and loud family you found it comforting.

You watched her interactions with her brother closely the few times you happened to run into him. They would fight over all sorts of things and you weren't happy about it. It was one thing to argue with family but he was an adult and she, whether her family liked it or not, was still just a girl.

“Love, what happened to your parents?” You asked on a spring evening when you were both absorbed in books. They had been shouting at each other all morning and the question was burning a hole in your mind.

“Ah, do I annoy you?” She asked in a voice you rarely ever heard her use.

“No, you and Sherlock argue often I just - It’s none of my business but I -.”

“We argue a lot because we're both too smart.” She sighed like it was a heavy burden. “We see equally important things, but different things when we assess situations and whatnot. He hates it when I get involved in his cases, hates it even more when I’m right but deep down I know he doesn't mind all that much.”

You thought about her words and she let out another deep sigh.

“My mum felt it was her time to be on her own again, my father died ages ago. My other brother Mycroft - he’s a real twat. Tried to put me in finishing school - but you know about that from my first case.”

You gave a nod remembering the story. “Your mum felt you were okay to be on your own?” You looked at the girl and shuddered. London was a big city, and she was incredibly smart but she was still obviously more of a girl than a woman.

“Yep,” She said it firmly like she was trying to be proud but there was a sadness etched into her posture that you couldn't unsee. You thought of your own mother and something sank in your stomach.

“Well, I think you are entirely too much fun to be left alone. The world is big and lonely. Better to stick together with those who are worthy.” You said watching her face light up slightly. “Aunt Pol was calling to see if I’d met your fella by the way.” Pol had not mentioned it in her phone calls, but you said it anyway to make her feel like she was a part of things. She beamed.

“I’ll take you and Ada to see him.”

“Excellent. Baking cookies tomorrow, if you want to help?” she gave you a big smile.

“Despite my extensive knowledge of chemistry, I’m awful at baking.”

“Eh, you just need to learn.” You shrugged. “One more chapter then we best be off to bed.” A lie that was told frequently in your house. You both read until the wee hours of the morning, multiple cups of peppermint tea made and drank.

You jumped out of your chair when a hand lightly nudged your shoulder. Out of instinct, you threw the book at the man. Sherlock was there and Enola was happily asleep on the couch open book resting on her chest.

“Sorry!” You whispered. Sherlock only picked up the book you were reading and then gave you a long look. A thick flush covered your face as you accepted the book back from him. He always made you feel embarrassed and with both of them having all that fancy pants knowledge you really wished he would have caught you reading something of substance.

“Erm-I” You fumbled. “What time is it?”

“Round six,” He said, still staring at you intensely.

“Ah, sorry I told her one more chapter - “ You looked at the stack of books “Two books ago - Sorry”

“It’s alright. I should be the one to apologize. Thanks for spending time with her. If it’s too much-”

“She’s not a problem.” You said with a finality that showed too much emotion. “I - things are complicated with your family - I only know because I also come from a complex family. But really she’s not a burden or someone that’s better left behind.”

Sherlock gave you a strange look and you found it impossible to look away from his deep blue eyes.

“Complicated is a good way of describing it.” He looked around your apartment and you felt extremely uncomfortable. “She’s going to be smarter than all of us soon enough though, I guarantee you she won't be forgotten.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll make it into the public’s eye sooner or later. I’m referring to your mother leaving her-”

“I won’t,” He said firmly and with his full attention turned to you. “Our mother had her own business to attend to, but I assure you Enola is safe with me.” His eyes held you in place and you hated how he made you feel like he could see everything that you were thinking and feeling.

“You shouldn't shout at her so much.” The words toppled from your mouth as you held his stare. This made the corner of his mouth stand up slightly. He looked like he was debating whether he wanted to start an argument with you or not.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He kept looking at you and you were surprised at his response. You knew deep down Enola’s situation reminded you of yourself a great deal. Mother gone, and many fights with Thomas, but you had Pol to back you up, and the rest of them looking out for you all the time.

“Here - she can stay the night no point in moving her.” You got up and grabbed the thick blanket you left on the edge of the sofa for her. You expected him to already be out the door. He often abruptly ended conversations that is if he didn't ignore you completely.

“Why are you in London?” His voice made you jump.

“Wanted some space from the family.”

“Your sister lives here and your Aunt calls frequently? Space from your family or from your brother?”

“What do you know about my brother?” The hair on the back of your neck shot up.

“He gives my bother a hard time in Parliament. Really his arch rival of sorts.” Sherlock said and you wondered if he had been drinking.

“That pleases you?” You smiled at his unusual expression.

“Very much so. Although I know you lot had to struggle to get to where you are now.” His voice was back to its usual neat grumpy tone. “I don’t think it's a lifestyle you engage in?” He looked around your colorful apartment again.

“No. It’s not.” You said hoping he believed you. Sure you had gotten into your fair share of grim situations but the company had been legal for a long while now.

“Good.” He cocked his head towards you and his tone was light again. Something deep inside you wanted to do just about anything to keep his attention on you. With a small smile, he made his way out of your apparent closing the door softly.

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Enola was gone to stay with her mother for the night. You knew that something inside you had run over the boundaries of a friend or neighbor when you lay in bed tossing and turning. You knew she was perfectly capable of protecting herself and it really wasn't your place, but something in your mind wouldn't rest.

Ada had gone back home to stay with Pol for a while, no one was answering the phone today. Now that you thought about it that was probably the main reason you felt worried. You thought about walking across the hall to see if Sherlock wanted help with whatever he was working on.

In the last case, Enola insisted on your help as all the clues were in Romani. This was probably a normal case that would be over your head but maybe he’d have you for tea anyway. You sighed and got out of bed grabbing your thick robe and wrapping it around yourself.

Opening your bedroom door you looked across the small flat and could see that the front door was open. Your first instinct was to move back into the bedroom but dark eyes fell on you before you could move.

“Just come with us quietly love, no fighting” two men made their way towards you. Your fingers wrapped around the poker for the fire and you made careful notes of their appearance before the fighting started.

You thought about the bedroom window behind you but the drop would guarantee your death. The front door was the only option. You held the iron poker in your grip tightly then the most sensible idea floated into your mind. If fighting didn't go as planned you were sure that screaming your head off would alert someone in the building.

The two men came towards you and you got the first one across the side of the face before jabbing him in the eye. The second man proved harder to smack no matter how determined you were. Eventually, he got the upper hand and a hard smack landed across your face. You took a deep inhale but his hand closed around your neck before you could scream. You tried to scratch and hit his face but your arms became too heavy before any substantial damage was done.

Your vision went hazy just as the man let out a loud cry. His hand released you and you watched a hulking figure pull screams from his body. Blood was spilled before the beast made his way toward you.

You tried to move away unsure of anything, still unable to see or hear properly. Big arms gathered you up and lifted you into the air.

“Calm down.” His voice was rough and you wondered how your body could switch from so panicked to letting go entirely.

He carried you across the hall and into his flat. It was the complete opposite color scheme but just as cluttered with books. He placed you down on the countertop in the bathroom. He switched the lights on and you let out a groan covering your eyes.

You watched him look you over for damage while your voice was stuck somewhere deep inside you. His rough hands traced the bruise on your neck and you let out a soft hum. He didn't move his hand and you looked up into his piercing blue eyes. A different type of tension settled between the two of you one that caused your bones to ache. Without further thought and with no one but God to judge you, you leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his lips.

A part of you expected him to recoil in disgust or offense, but he pulled away placing his thumb over your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, and you struggled slightly. You wanted him so badly it hurt to breathe.

“You’re in shock.” He whispered with a softness you didn't know he possessed.

“So?” You mumbled against his thumb.

“So, see how you feel in the morning then try again.” He smiled slightly and you noticed how much blood had splattered up his arms. He got you settled in his bed and gave you some tea. He made some phone calls and after a long while, he came back.

Without any questions or stress, he started reading the book that he must have grabbed from your night table.

You thought you should tell him to stop but enjoyed the way his nose crinkled and how he started to argue about the character's motives.

“Men don’t think that way - surely you must know this?” he said looking down at you curled up in his blankets. The sun was just starting to come up and you were wishing there was a way for you to keep stuck in this moment.

“I have no idea how men think” You whispered up at him. Right then there was a commotion in the hallway.

“Oh, NO.” Enola’s voice had called out and you both shot up. You winced in pain as you followed him out of the room.

“Who are you lot? You need to tell me where she is right now.” Enola commanded in a voice that would have made the average person crumple.

Thomas, the man standing across from her was not the average person. His eyes flicked from her to you standing behind Sherlock. You caught the relief flooding his features and Arthur let out a deep breath from the living room.

“There she is. Tough girl.” Arthur came towards you and you let him pull you into a big hug.

Sherlock and Thomas stood still staring at each other in a way that made you worry.

“This going to be a regular occurrence?” Sherlock asked in a cold tone. John had squared up his chest when you noticed Ada seemed deeply pleased about something as she looked at you from your bedroom doorway.

“No,” Thomas said easily. “This is for you.” He pulled out a folded piece of paper.

Sherlock accepted the paper and sighed when Enola grabbed onto his forearm angling it so she could read it better.

“Moriarty!” She gasped. “Oh, Sherlock this makes perfect sense! The last case was in Romani, he must have known we had her help. We never ask anyone for help so -”

“So we put a gigantic target on her back.” He looked down at her with an icy expression and you hated the way it hit her.

“I take partial responsibility for that,” Thomas called out taking some of the blame off of the girl's shoulders. Not something you would have expected from him. “Moriarty has been pestering me for a meeting for a long while now. I assume this was his way of grabbing our attention.”

“Can she stay with you?” Ada asked in a sweet voice.

“Of course.” Sherlock and Enola both said at the same time in very different tones.

“She should come home, Tom,” Arthur said tightening his arm around your shoulders.

“She would be more help on the case here,” Enola said in a quiet voice.

“She won't be any safer back home. Plus she’s the only one Alfie enjoys working with. Lord knows we will need his help.” Ada added.

“If it's not any trouble” You looked at Sherlock. “I’d rather stay here and help.” You added moving your gaze to Tommy.

“Fuck.” he sighed. “You stay here, deal with Alfie.”

You smiled at the thought of how much it bothered your brother that Alfie would always keep his word if you asked him to.

“If that’s settled I should be off.” Thomas gave you a quick hug then Arthur and John followed him out with glances of warning to Sherlock.

“Alright, two of you go do your thing - with less shouting than usual. We will start on the mess in here.” You looked at Ada and she nodded.

“No, It’s technically a crime scene or whatever?” Ada looked at Enloa.

“Yes, she's right you should just move over to our side and leave everything as is.” Enola gave a serious nod and you couldn't help but think they were up to something.

“We will have to review the last case to see how it relates to this. You need to rest.” Sherlock put his arm around out and gilded you towards his apartment.

“Don't.” He said before you could start arguing. “Please just rest a bit for me.”

“Did you just say please?” You said caught off guard by his choice of words.

“Go to sleep.” He turned on his heel and left you to curl up in his bed. You got up for a while before falling asleep again on the couch listening to him and Enola go back and forth with different theories.

You felt him carry you back to bed and felt a moment of guilt realizing you shouldn't have made him carry you. He placed you back on the bed and you mumbled thanks. There was a moment of complete silence before you felt the bed dip under his weight.

“My brother has guards covering the building, I don't think there’s any more evidence in my flat if you want me to -” You said realizing there really wasn't a reason for you to stay in his space.

“I want you to stay.” He murmured into your hair and you felt his arm wrap around you. A heavy peaceful weight crept over you and you were very grateful to give him what he wanted.

“Then I’ll stay.” You whispered and he pulled you tight against his chest. You thought about that kiss, but you felt his breath even out. With sleep washing over you, you made a note to revisit that kiss in the morning.

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I feel really nervous about this one so let me know what you think <3

#Sherlock Holmes #Peaky blinders #Peaky blinders sister #Enola holmes #Sherlock Holmes fic #Sherlock holmes request #Peaky Blinders one shot #Peaky blinders request #Peaky blinders imagine #Sherlock Holmes x reader

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monsieur-kazzle-dazzle · 1 year ago

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For the Zutara prompt:

Riding a rollercoaster for the first time.

“Come on, Zuko, it’ll be fun!” she called after him, running towards the machine. He hesitated.

“I don’t know Katara, are you sure it's safe?” he eyed the strange contraption suspiciously. Katara rested a hand on his arm.

“Don’t feel any pressure to go. You can always wait here and watch our things if you really don’t want to go on it. But I’m sure it's safe, or they wouldn’t be allowed to put it up.” he opened his mouth to answer, when he was nearly knocked over by Aang and Sokka who were wasting no time getting in line.

“This’ll be just like Omashu!” They could hear Sokka exclaiming excitedly as they hurried to get a good seat. Toph sauntered up, making a show of looking between the two of them in mock curiosity.

“Sparky, don’t tell me you’re scared?” Zuko sighed.

“I’m not scared, I just-” Toph cut him off, lowering her voice to an oddly accurate imitation of his voice.

“Oh I forgot,” she rasped. “Dying on a whatchamacallit,”

“A rollercoaster?” Katara offered, quirking her lip in that way that always made him soften. Toph nodded.

“Yeah that thing.” She resumed her Zuko impression. “Dying on a rollercoaster has no honour! I must die with honour!”

“Very funny.” Zuko shook his head, smiling. “I’ll go on it, but we’re sitting as close to Aang as possible.” Katara chuckled slightly, squeezing the hand he’d slipped into hers. They began walking towards the coaster.

“Aren't you coming, Toph?” Katara asked, turning to see the younger girl kicking it back in what was practically a throne made of earth.

“Nah, are you crazy? I don’t wanna die! Even with my metalbending, I’m staying right here, where I can see.” Zuko facepalmed, and Katara laughed gently.

“C’mon guys! It's about to start!” Aang called from the front of the coaster where he and Sokka were sitting, eagerly awaiting the start of the ride. Grumbling loudly, Zuko allowed himself to be dragged by the hand to the last two available seats, right in the middle. As the ride began, Katara slipped her hand into his, and he squeezed it gratefully, scowling down at where Toph and Momo relaxed in identical stone thrones. The ride unexpectedly jolted into action, causing Zuko to let out an involuntary gasp. Katara giggled as the coaster began its climb.

“You’re adorable.” she laughed, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “If we fall, I have enough water to ice-slide us back down to the ground. And who knows? Maybe Toph would catch us.” She seemed to notice his worried face, and hastily added “Not that I think we’re going to fall. Listen, Zuko. I’m so sure this is safe that if we do fall or something goes wrong I’ll eat an entire pouch of your fire flakes. That's how sure I am.” Zuko laughed, clutching her hand even tighter as the roller coaster neared the top of the track.

“You and your weak little taste buds,” he teased, and she laughed.

“It's not my fault you hotheads over in the fire nation like to put so much spice in your food that smoke comes out of your ears!” she retorted, nudging him in the side. He opened his mouth to respond, when all of a sudden the coaster reached the top of the hill and began speeding up and down the track with what Zuko considered not enough regard to gravity. He swore, gripping Katara’s hand so hard he could hear the waterbender beside him gasp slightly. He loosened his grip, mumbling an apology as the ride began its slow ascent to the second and final loop of the ride. She squeezed his hand back, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “That bad?” she asked, peering over at him with a slightly guilty look in her eye. He shook his head.

“No, I think I may have overreacted slightly.” he admitted sheepishly. “It really isn't much different from riding Appa when he’s tired.” Katara laughed, and Zuko felt a familiar fluttering in his stomach, which was quickly replaced by a large swooping feeling as they hurtled down the track. Zuko forced himself to open his eyes, allowing himself to appreciate the view. The rest of the festivities in the surrounding town, Toph and Momo surrounded by small children, Sokka and Aang up at the front with their arms in the air, and finally, Katara beside him, her hair billowing behind them as she whooped. He enjoyed the second loop much better, once he’d gotten over his initial skepticism. That didn’t stop his legs from shaking as he stepped off the ride, or the rush of relief he felt as his feet made contact with the ground. “That was actually kind of fun.” he admitted to Katara as they made their way towards Toph and the small crowd she’d somehow drawn.

“Does that mean you wanna go again?” Katara laughed, as he shook his head firmly.

“Absolutely not. Never again.” Zuko chuckled, leaning down to steal a quick kiss.

#zutara #zuko #katara #zuko x katara #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar #zutara fanfiction #rollercoaster #fanfiction #fanfics #fic #toph beifong #sokka #momo atla #aang #hope you enjoyed!

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crimsonredfeathers · 1 year ago

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Leaving

~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~

Hawks x fem!Reader

Warnings: smallest bit of fluff if you squint your eyes hard enough

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: This is an ongoing series for now that will probably include fluff, angst, and smut at a later point. Reader is a few years older than Hawks.

Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10

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Knowing you all too well from working with you on a daily basis for the past six months, Hawks immediately recognized your form on the street. "Hey, y/n!" His cheerful voice took you by surprise when he flew up beside you. "Hawks," you replied, stopping in your tracks, "what are you doing here?" His boots made contact with the pavement, as he landed right in front of you. "I was just wrapping up patrol and saw you walking all by yourself," he smiled as he folded his wings behind his back. "Guess you made it out of the agency on time for once." Hawks scratched the back of his head, knowing full well that it was usually his fault, that you barely left the office on time. You chuckled at his behavior. He definitely felt bad for making you stay after office hours, because you had to help with the reports or reschedule the entire upcoming day, considering the HPSC had decided that they'd need to see him first thing in the morning on short notice once again. But, honestly, you didn't mind at all.

"I hope your patrol went well, and I don't have to turn around to go back to the office," you joked while raising an eyebrow at him, an amused look present on your face. "No, y/n, you go and enjoy your evening," he laughed. "What about you?" His golden eyes widened in surprise. "I, uhm..." Hawks moved his hand to rest on his chin, just like he was contemplating what the actual answer to that question was. It surprised you that it took him that long to figure out what to tell you and triggered a whole new train of thought in your brain.

Comparing the life of a young pro hero who has been climbing the ranks as fast as Hawks had since his debut to his sidekicks sure wasn't ideal, but at least they would talk about joining friends for dinner or spending some quality time with their families. Hawks did not - not once. Didn't he go home after work to spend time with his loved ones or maybe go out to meet up with some friends? Did he just not want to talk about it? Or maybe, just maybe, there wasn't anyone waiting for him at all.

Come to think of it, you yourself didn't have any connections to anyone in this city, except for your work relations. Sure, you kept in touch with your friends back in your hometown, sending over a card whenever one of their birthdays drew close or calling them from time to time to see how they were doing. But ever since you'd moved over here, you were kind of lonely. An idea popped into your mind, and you did the only thing that seemed right to you. "You know, if you don't have anything better to do... Maybe you'd like to come over to my place and have a coffee with me?"

~*~

Luckily, your apartment wasn't that far away, and while you could see other people staring, you didn't run into any real trouble. A few "uhs" and "ahs" accompanied you on your way from people who, of course, recognized the hero walking next to you. "Is she your girlfriend?" The both of you froze. Now that question took you by surprise. "It's a secret," Hawks winked at the girl with a cryptic look on his face. Instead of entertaining his mischievous behavior, you shook your head. "I'm his secretary," you clarified. Hawks pouted, reminding you of a kid that didn't get its way. "No fun, y/n," he whined. "Let's go, boss," you laughed heartily and continued your walk, motioning him to follow.

~*~

You unlocked and opened the door to your apartment, inviting Hawks in. "Make yourself at home," you smiled, the both of you discarding your shoes at the entrance area. Walking over to your living room, you watched him take in every detail of his surroundings while maneuvering through your apartment with utmost care so he wouldn't knock anything over with his feathers. With anyone else, you'd have felt a little weirded out, but during the past months, you'd learned that Hawks was very observant. "Take a seat," you nodded towards your sofa, "I'll be back with some coffee." Smiling, you left him in your living room.

~*~

With two cups of coffee and a hell of a lot of sugar cubes in a small bowl on a tray, you entered your living room again, only to see Hawks still standing in the room, right in front of a framed picture. "Who are they?" You placed the tray on the sofa table and walked over to stand next to him. "That's my former boss." You pointed at a middle-aged man standing on the right side of the picture. Moving the tip of your index finger over the glass that covered the photograph in the frame, you introduced Hawks to the people in the picture until you pointed at a younger version of yourself. "Well, and that would be me, just... younger. We took that photo only a few weeks after I started working at the office." A soft smile grazed your lips, as Hawks side-eyed you. "Do you miss them?" The tone of his voice was oddly low. "Sometimes I do miss the time we had together." You turned your head to look at him. A bittersweet expression was plastered on his face. Your eyes softened. "But then again, I wouldn't be working for you right now if things went any differently, and," you nudged his shoulder in an attempt to lighten up the mood, "working for you is something I really enjoy." Hawks' features relaxed visibly at your confession. "And now," you walked over to your sofa and plopped down, "let's enjoy our coffee before it's cold."

~*~

The two of you sat there for the better part of an hour, talking about whatever came to mind. You told him a little about your life, how you'd realized early on that being a hero yourself was out of the question as you'd been born quirkless, but you did admire the hard work heroes put into making sure that everybody was safe, and how your mind was set on helping the heroes so they had more time available to help others. You spoke briefly about your time at U.A., where you had joined the business course since it didn't require a quirk at all, and how you had secured the job at the hero's agency back at home after graduating. Hawks listened carefully to everything you had to say. Even if he didn't tell you, he was deeply impressed by your dedication.

Hawks revealed a few snippets of his life himself, how he never went to any high school with a hero course, but was instead privately trained by the Hero Public Safety Commission for years. He didn't elaborate in detail on how he got there or what exactly the people at HPSC had taught him, and, quite frankly, it seemed rude to you to ask, but he did tell you that they had discovered him when he had saved a few people after a car accident when he was still a child. Hawks continued by telling you about how excited he was when he could finally open his very own agency once he had turned 18, but how overwhelming the workload could be sometimes. He was thankful that you'd done your best every single day since you'd joined the team and always had their backs. And, unexpectedly, taking your hand that had been resting on your thigh into his gloved one and squeezing it gently, he added: "I knew you were the right choice right away."

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waltwhitmansbeard · 2 years ago

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"I don't know what I would do if I lost you." with vaxleth? Whatever AU comes to mind <3

7. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you." oh this is definitely going in vamp machina, after shit goes down w the clasp. tw for descriptions of bodily injuries.

For three days and three nights, Vax does not leave her bedside. The curtains stay drawn, keeping the sunlight from coming in and his shame from leaking out, viscous and sticky, like blood. He counts the bruises, memorizes their shapes and colors, and maps them onto his own misery, surprised that after all this time, he is still discovering new ways to hate himself.

She sleeps, and it falls onto poor Pike to keep the tensions in the apartment from boiling over. Through the closed door of Keyleth's bedroom, he can hear Percy, the venom in his voice, insisting that Pike let him kill Vax. (She should.) He heard him refuse Vex entry, heard the door slam and shudder in its frame, and there's a new injury he'll never be able to heal, a new slight he'll never be able to make up to her.

Of course, Percy is right to want him dead. (More dead than usual, at least.) Half of Keyleth's face is mottled and blue, and when Pike lifts up her shirt to apply poultices to the myriad half-circles of teeth marks across her torso and arms, Vax forces himself to sit, to watch, to witness the consequences of his countless sins. He has been a vampire for longer than he'd been a mortal, and he knows what it looks like when one of his kind feeds not for sustenance or even for fun. They tore into her like a dog into a bone, vicious and barbarous, aiming not for her blood but her pain. So much suffering, and all of it his fault.

For three days and three nights, he stays, one of her hands in both of his. He does not drink, does not move except to help Pike with her healing. (There was no way they could take her to a hospital, not without questions and police and tests that would lead innocent people down treacherous paths of inquiry. Vex, before being unceremoniously ejected from the apartment, at least managed to hand over a large box of supplies pilfered from the urgent care, because his sister may be a monster, but she's not a monster.) He stays, and time becomes something more of a suggestion than a fact, and when each minute stretches into eternity, one green eye creaks open, and a low, throaty groan rips him from his internal maelstrom. "Keyleth?"

"Vax?" It is a rasp, a whisper, and Vax scrambles to pour a glass of water from the pitcher Pike's been replacing for her every few hours, just in case. He slides a hand behind her head—there is a bump there the size of his palm, fuck, he's so lucky she's alive—and tilts it up just enough for her to be able to sip from the glass he brings to her lips. She drinks as much as she dares before closing her eye again, and Vax sets the water aside. He brings her hand up to his mouth, kisses each knuckle one by one. The eye opens after a few moments. "You're here."

There is a fragile hope in the words, as if she's surprised by his presence—as if there was anywhere else he'd ever be. "You're here," he whispers back. "Thank you."

She attempts to give what he thinks is a shrug, but as soon as she moves, her entire face scrunches in a wince. "How...long...?"

"Three days." He knows that he needs to call for Pike, that Percy should be here to see that his best friend is alive and speaking, but this delicate moment, quiet and still, feels too precious to break. "Kiki...I thought I'd lost you."

A tear tumbles out of her good eye. "I'm sorry."

"No, Key, fuck." He reaches out to gently, so gently, thumb the tear away. "You're sorry? This—" He gestures to her entire body. "—this is my fault. They did this to you because of me. And if I live a thousand more years, I'll never be able to make it right."

She huffs out a laugh. "Vax..." Her free hand comes up to gesture limply at her face. "They did this because of me. Because I fought back."

Gods above, she really doesn't get it. "Keyleth, you wouldn't have had to fight back if I hadn't pissed them off in the first place." He brings her hand to his lips once more. "And I can't let it happen again."

It's difficult to see the realization creep into her face under the watercolor bruises. "Vax..." She says his name slowly, like a parent about to scold a child.

"Don't." His throat is thick, so many things to say all threatening to spill out at once that they choke him. "I am an undead thing, Keyleth. An abomination. An affront to the gods. And I am a scourge upon your life. Being with you..." His eyes slide closed. He is so fucking tired. "Being with you has allowed me to fool myself into thinking that I'm alive. Because I am alive when I'm with you." When he opens his eyes again, she's crying. Add it to the list. "But it's a lie, Keyleth. And that lie almost cost you your life."

She shakes her head vigorously, far too vigorously to be safe. "It's not a lie. You are alive, Vax. You laugh and you cook and you braid my hair and you love your sister and you whisper to me in the night, and those are not the actions of a dead man. A dead man could never save my life." He opens his mouth to argue, but she cuts him off. "I don't mean from the Clasp. I mean...you brought me to life, Vax. Brought me out of my shell, showed me the beauty of the night that I never would have seen if not through your eyes. And I don't wanna go back to how life was before. Because I wasn't living then. Not really."

His breath is caught in his throat. He doesn't want to believe her, can't afford to believe her, not when believing her will lead to him staying when he needs to be far, far away from her. "Your life will be better without me in it."

"I don't want better, I want you."

Fuck. Fuck. He leans down, gingerly rests his forehead to hers. A tear slips down his nose. "I'll never forgive myself for what happened."

"I'll never forgive you if you leave," she whispers. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

He presses the softest of kisses to her lips, careful not to aggravate any bruises. "If anything else happens to you..."

"Can't really get worse than this, can it?" she jokes weakly, but he doesn't laugh, because they both know that yes, yes it can.

There's a tiny knock at the door, and a moment later, Pike is there, her questioning expression melting into elation when she sees that Keyleth is awake. "Well hey there, sleepyhead!"

Vax hears a sudden clambering from the other end of the apartment, and he knows it's time for him to go. He stands, moves out of the way for Pike to take his place, and before Percy can round the corner into the room, he's gone, out her window and into the darkening twilight, where, if he knows what's good for him, good for her, he won't ever darken her doorstep again.

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fanichus · 1 year ago

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FANfic cap 6

I could only heard Demian voice *Gorgeous* Oh boy my face is red just... shake it off... ask something else

*Didn't I tell you that no dressing like some of your... fetish?, and red really?* I said in a mocking way pointing at myself, the red doesn't look bad in me but I prefer blue

*Ángel I didn't buy any of this, but... you really look good* he smiled at me I walked towards him, returning the smile, take his hand and internally thinking that this felt too much like a real date, Demian ask *Roulette who bought that?*

*Don't know Boss, I just know that Mousquet and Colt were the ones in de center when you call* when he answered they turn to look at Colt

*What... are you implying that I... na doesn't sound like me boss* Demian left my side and gets in Colt face like if he was dering or treating him but after a few moments both of them started to laugh *Ok, no one fault, so time to leave*

Roulette and I just looked at them confused but follow behind, does they Do they have a secret language or something? they look kinda close now that I think about it.

Outside was a WAGONEER 2023 black, the car was huge, beautiful, and super comfortable, I was looking true the window and all the time I could feel Demian's gaze on me, my heart was racing and my my mind started flying with ideas... what would you do if I went to touch you now?, What would you do if they never found us out? and What would you do if we never made a sound?... if I don't get my mind in other things I may do something stupid, so I ask

*Hey...Devil I have a question about the rules for tonight* he look at my eyes and began to explain how I should act in front of those people, wait, I thought there would only be one person and no one else, I think it's making me... very nervous, I started to get closer to him as if I wanted him to protect me and I guess it showed on my face.

*I recognize that expression, don't worry, nothing will happen to you* He put his thumb on my chin making me turn to look at him *I promise* he almost whisper, but I didn't answer, I didn't move and neither did he. We both stared at each other, his eyes on my lips and mine on his, I wanted to get closer just a little... a little... more

*And we are here* Colt turned to look at us and we separated, Demian made a strange sign that I couldn't see since I was admiring the restaurant through the window *Wow* Roulette came down first and opened my door helping me out while the ballparking get the car, Demian offer me his arm to hold and I did.

The name of the restaurant was Olympus, was enormous, it seemed that its walls were made of marble, with golden details, The most striking thing was the entrance, it looked as if it had clouds floating around it, I'm sure I could almost touch them. Arriving the hostess asked if we already had a reservation, Demian only gave his name and they mentioned that they would accommodate us immediately, I could see how she looked at me, was like If he disliked me just for coming with him I guess my clothes make me look like a girl who is an escort, I mean... I do know that he is one of the most important people in the entire world, like his brothers, but actually that made me feel guilty for being by his side like if I didn't deserve that .

They took us to the roof of the place from there you could see all the lights of the city, at our table apparently was already a man that was well dress like Demian. He seemed to be our age but I wasn't sure, he could be older, but he was very attractive with a single scar on one eyebrow, red hair, light blue eyes and somewhat tanned skin, he had some company, a beautiful woman that looks much younger than him, she was wearing a tight yellow dress in which she looked completely divine her dark skin made her stand out in the best way, with honey-colored eyes, long brown hair and thick, juicy lips. They seemed to be having fun together. Demian greets them and... I supposed it's time to pretend.

Hope you like it

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vaguelypleasantwombat · 9 months ago

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okay i definitely left out waytoo much detail. thats my fault tho i shouldnta posted a rough draft i wrote while on the bus home from a 10 hr shift. i completely agree that i got wayyy off the original topic towards the end. also a weird amount of y'all are assuming like A LOT?? i mean fr do y'all's lil knees hurt from jumping to conclusions?

1. yeah, im being petty as all hell. but not for no reason?? like yeah i can be a dick, but never like just for shits and giggles, someone had to do something where I feel they deserved some wrath. also I WOULD NEVER EVER OUT SOMEONE NOT EVEN MY WORST ENEMY foh wit all that

2. i didnt know his name but he wasnt a complete stranger. and yes, i do know for a fact that he's a white cishet. 100% not queer and is in fact very queerphobic himself.

3. to those saying it was shitty to talk to him like he was "one of us" - omfg i literally talk like that to everyone!!! its just how i talk!!!!!!

4. damn y'all is hateful!! shoulda expected that it is tumblr 🤦🏽always assigning the worst possible intentions. but frfr some of y'all should try anger management/group therapy. im also f u k i n g dead at y'all callin me a bully, y'all sound like these butthurt old ass bigots from my post

aight here's the INFO:

so this guy, we'll call him Jared(40s-50s), was at the resort for close to 2 weeks total. i did what i did in the middle of his 2nd week. the entire first week he was there, he was learning to ski/snowboard. now i work primarily in the Learning Area (i run the conveyors and the gondola), so i saw A LOT of this piece o shit. not once did he, his friends, or his wife ever say or do anything remotely nice to me. i had bruises/cuts on my ankles to my shins from where he repeatedly smacked me with his equipment while getting off the conveyors. with how much he did it, and what he would say to me, it was on purpose. he'd said things like "pfft its [state] what do u expect 😒" when i politely corrected him on my gender, the first time. the next handful of times correcting him, he just ignored me and/or laughed in my face. refused to listen to me about the park rules, would only talk to my white cishet coworkers (YES IK FOR A FACT WHICH OF MY COWORKERS ARE QUEER, AND WHO'S NOT its a small fucking department), and would call me slurs under his breath when he thought i couldn't hear. well, i couldnt hear it, but ive lip read for over a decade, and i definitely know slurs when i read them, especially when theyre said wit such obviously venom. hes poured beer on my sleeves/gloved hands when it was in the negatives outside, because i was collecting his drink (ur not allowed to have alcohol or smoke in the gondola cabins). once, he finished a bar of weed chocolate (we're in a legal state), and then threw the trash on my feet when i asked him to hand it to me. his wife did that wit food wrappers, her half full coffee, and several hand warmers as well. the friends would also throw trash for me to pick up, but they had the decency to not do it directly in front of me. they all thought it was soooooo funny every time😮‍💨 and my job, we're fucking thee front line of customer service at our resort, so im not allowed to actually call this guy out OR really stand up for myself.

eventually id had enough!! id seen him, his friends, and his wife all call me slurs and make fun of my voice and how i acted (like, im a limp wristed, drag wearin ass twink. i have that stereotypical gay lisp, very pronounced too. they stayed makin fun of me all week) and they were being so so so racist (not giving examples on that😐).

the last straw came when he smacked me on the head & in the face (got a cut on my scalp) wit his equipment on the gondola earlier that day, after i told him to be careful cuz i was right there. so the next time i saw him, yeah i wanted to make him feel how he n his made me feel all fucking week. i saw him in his brand new ski suit for the 2nd day, and i just pounced. it was a gotcha type thing, like a "oh y'all're so hateful, treatin me like shit, but u still reppin my colors?" but i cant like actually be rude or shitty to guests so i had to be fake nice about it

and by "a week of hell" i mean he got verbally made fun of for like 3-4 days. and by made fun of, i mean whenever they all saw me they would (playfully, but rough cuz drunken) push him and go "oooooh look he's STILL wearing it😂" and "hahahhaha we should make him give YOU that suit" and, when the wife wasnt there, "lmao maybe he just wants to get with/has a crush you" so like. i was also still bein made fun of at the same time??? just felt better that he was also on my end of it for a while. like y'all he was more than rich enough to have bought a new suit directly after i said that (literally there was a store 500 yards from us), he was just bein a stubborn crotchety old man refusing to "give in to the woke agenda"

as for the "only assuming folks are queer", y'all do know worldwide society at large (specially here in amerikkka) will assume a person is Straight until proven otherwise right? and even then the proofs gotta be indisputable, and even then even then most times it'll still be ignored. so why is it so wrong that i do the opposite? hint: it's not. i dont need huge indisputable proof to believe someone is straight, im not gon ignore when someone says who they are, but im not one to go by the societal norms. to me, everyone is queer until stated otherwise. that guy who couldn't find his gf? was literally watching her live location for the like 3 minutes he and I were talking. its not like we were waiting on a search party or sum🤦🏽calm down. and ykw? the gf was so happy that i said "omg i LOVE y'all's matching bi pride suits🤗", she said they werent bi, but she picked them out cuz she loved the colors, we both agreed that it (the bi flag) looked like a beautiful sunset, like the one we were currently watching. we then gushed over how cute she looked in those colors, and she thanked me for teaching her something new. the only one upset was the bf - that I used they/them for his gf, and that i "insinuated" that he was gay. the "him" was an autocorrect i didnt notice, i only use they/them, or ey/em for folks idk the pronouns for.

nowhere did i insinuate either of these men were queer, i did not and do not out people, and the only reason these people felt "bullied" was because theyre queerphobic and didnt like that i didnt immediately assume they were cishet. so 🤷🏽 sucks to be a bigot tasting they own medicine ig?

the bi flag suit was the design of pic #1, the trans flag suit was the design from pic #2 except the bottom half was solid black

AITA for telling a guest his snowsuit was the trans pride flag?

okay so i work at a super popular ski resort in the midwest, and most of our clientele are white Straights. im like very obviously a tranny. there was one day that this guy came thru, his snow suit was black with the trans pride flag stripes all over it. he was sat in a gondola cabin with about 5 other men. he came by, and i was in a weird mood ig. i gushed over how "cute" his pride flag snow suit and "omg hun where can i get one🤗" and his friends just started going in on him. it was kinda gross to watch, but idk it felt satisfying? they continued to make fun of him relentlessly for the next 3 days, especially whenever they saw me "yooooo look he's still wearing it🤣how hilarious is that"

i know I just put that man thru about a week of hell, but it felt so perversely nice to get one over on a straight white man.

ive actually started doin in to everyone i see in pride flag colors (its a crazy high amount of people???), and like ill only "assume" that folks here are gay

ex: this guy lost his gf on the mountain, and he didnt say her gender so I was calling her "your partner", "oh I hope you can find them soon!", "omg i hope ur bf gets to you asap :(" and he seemed rather frustrated with me over that but like. fuck em?

so. am i the asshole for "assuming" everyone is queer even if its obvious they arent?

What are these acronyms?

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