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[cartelheir]

writing? in MY rp blog? it's more likely than you think!

[minghaoes]

pouty cuddles [drabble]

mingyu comes home after a day of filming gose and everyone's been meaner to him than usually. what else could he need than being in your arms and dramatically complain about his members, who he loves dearly?

TAGS: kim mingyu x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, the members are mean to mingyu but he's handling it like a champ (he isn't)

WORD COUNT: 800 words

a/n: my first seventeen fic !! i haven't written fanfics in a minute and i'm a bit rusty so it's shorter than what i will post in the future, but i hope that y'all will enjoy it nevertheless :) please let me know what you think and happy reading !!

Mingyu was pouting. His lower lip was slightly puffed, his cheeks looked a little rounder than they usually did, and his eyes, his eyes were big and brown as they looked right into yours. His head was resting on your chest close to your chin, and Mingyu could not stop staring at your face. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he seemed comically small in that moment. 

Your left hand softly caressed the warm skin on his back, as the fingers on your right slowly played with his curls. Mingyu sighed quietly and leaned into your touch, not before exaggerating his pout just a little bit more. It was enough to make you coo at him and press a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose.

“They were mean to me,” Mingyu said, the pout ever so evident in his voice. You suppressed a laugh and indulged in his behaviour. “Who was mean to you, baby?”

Mingyu closed his eyes at the pet name and pressed his body even closer to yours. His body felt heavy on yours, but still comfortable. The warmth radiating from his body was enough to keep you warm, to keep you happy. 

“The members,” he mumbled, and shuffled a bit further up. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he complained: “They said I’m always scared.”

It took you a lot of self restraint to not start laughing. Granted, Mingyu had not been telling you what today’s episode was about, but considering you know how your boyfriend behaved in certain situations, the members’ statement was not that far off from the truth. Yet, the pout on Mingyu’s face was enough to have you reconsider agreeing with them, even playfully. Instead, you opted for lightly scratching his head and pressing a kiss on top of his hair. “My poor baby.”

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu nodded. His lips grazed the skin of your neck and you smiled, hugging him closer to your chest. In response, Mingyu hummed and kissed the same spot softly. He kept kissing you over and over again, until he started speaking again.

“I’m not actually mad at them,” he confessed, and you hummed, “Who would have thought.”

“HOWEVER,” he interrupted you sassily, another pout already forming on his plush lips, “I’m not scared of everything.”

You smiled at him, but Mingyu only furrowed his eyebrows. Your right hand wandered further down from his hair to his forehead, to massage the worry line gently. 

“I’m not scared of being with you,” Mingyu confessed quietly. His eyes flickered back down, feeling less confident now that you reciprocated his gaze. “I’m not scared of committing to you. To give myself to you.”

It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows now. You tried to sit up straight, but Mingyu would not let you. Instead, you opted for hugging him with both of your arms around his neck. 

“Where’s that coming from, darling?”

Mingyu whined and put his head back into place right in the crease of your neck, right on top of your shoulder. 

“Just been thinking ‘bout marriage a lot lately, that’s all,” he replied casually, not knowing that the simple words made your heart beat just a little bit faster than it already did. 

“Yeah?” you replied breathlessly, trying your best to maintain your breathing. Mingyu nodded again, sounding a bit more insecure this time. “If that’s what you’re considering too. No pressure if you’re not interested. I mean, I would be hurt by it, but I respect any decision you might mak-” 

Giggling, you pulled Mingyu’s head up to press a kiss on his lips. Your hand was holding his cheek and caressing the soft skin below your fingertips. In turn, Mingyu’s eyes returned to your face, the same big and brown eyes you had grown to love. The pout was evident on his lips again, and in response, you kissed him over and over again, until the lovesick frown returned to his brows, his eyes softer than you have ever seen them.

“Of course I’ve been thinking about it too,” you admitted, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose. Mingyu turned his head upwards, trying to catch your lips with his. He whined when you pulled away, his lips returning to his natural pout. 

“Baby,” he said, his eyes switching back and forth between your eyes and your lips, “that’s unfair. I’m still sad. Why are all of you always mean to me?”

You cooed and littered his entire face with kisses. Mingyu giggled at your antics and sighed contentedly. For now, you did not have to know that his members had been nagging him about proposing to you. The box he was hiding in his sock drawer was also completely unrelated to his theatrics. 

[nayziiz]

Empty Bed | CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (her/she)

Author's note: This ended up being a lot shorter than I intended. My brain hasn't gotten over the LN4 win yet, so that's where my thoughts have been the last few days. As always, please send through your thoughts, suggestions and requests!

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When Charles awoke to the unfamiliar silence of their bedroom, he stretched out his arm instinctively, only to find the chill of an empty space beside him. It was the first time he had woken up alone in their home; the rhythm of their lives often dictated separations due to his racing commitments or business trips to Maranello. But this time was different. She was always home when he was.

As the morning light streamed through the curtains, casting shadows across the room, Charles couldn't shake off the eerie feeling of emptiness that enveloped him. He reached for his phone, half-expecting a message, a call, anything to reassure him that she was okay. Yet, there was nothing.

The absence of her presence seemed magnified, her scent lingering faintly on the pillow next to him. It was a scent he had grown accustomed to, one that brought him comfort and warmth. But now, it only served as a painful reminder of her absence.

He tossed and turned, the sheets feeling colder than usual against his skin. The weight of her absence pressed down on him, suffocating him with a sense of loneliness he hadn't anticipated. He missed the sound of her laughter, the way she would hum softly while making breakfast, the way she would curl up next to him in bed, her head resting against his chest.

It wasn't just the physical absence that unsettled him; it was the realisation of how much he relied on her presence, her companionship, her love. As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, he couldn't help but wonder how he would get through the days ahead without her by his side.

He reached for his phone again and video called her. Charles's heart skipped a beat as her face appeared on the screen, her smile illuminating the otherwise dim room. For a moment, he simply gazed at her, soaking in the sight of her, as if to reassure himself that she was real, that she was there, albeit miles away.

“Hi, my love,” she greeted him, her voice carrying across the distance, reaching him like a lifeline. Her words washed over him, filling the empty spaces within him with a warmth he had been craving since he woke up to the emptiness of their bed.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice soft, almost hesitant, as if he feared that speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile connection between them. “I miss you.”

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with longing and yearning. He watched as her smile softened, her eyes reflecting the same longing he felt in his heart.

“I miss you too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But it won't be long now. I'll be back before you know it.”

“I don’t know how you do it, baby, waking up here all by yourself,” Charles's sigh carried the weight of his emotions, mingling with the air between them like a tangible presence. He watched as her expression softened, her eyes filled with understanding.

“It's not easy,” she admitted, her voice gentle. “But knowing that you're out there, doing what you love, it makes it a little bit easier. And besides, it's always worth it when you come back home to me.”

Her words wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, soothing the ache in his chest. He reached out, as if trying to bridge the physical distance between them, his fingers grazing the screen where her image flickered.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words a declaration, a promise, a lifeline in the vast expanse that separated them.

“I love you too,” she replied, her voice echoing his sentiment across the miles that stretched between them.

And in that moment, as they shared those three simple words, Charles felt a warmth bloom within him, chasing away the chill of the empty bed, filling the space around him with a love that knew no bounds.

Each morning without her felt like a countdown, a reminder of the distance between them. And as the days passed, the iciness of the empty bed seemed to seep into his bones, leaving him longing for her warmth, her touch, her love. Oh, the things he wished to do to her when she came back…

[back2bluesidex]

Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Chapter 4 (18+)

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok. 

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, pining, heartbreak, break-up, implied smut

Warnings: Mentions of school bullying, multiple pov changes, the budding tension is everything.

Word count: 3.2k

Taglist requests are closed.

Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog

A/N: sorry for being so late and still coming up with a shorter chapter. but we progressed a lot in this!!

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Chapters:- 

Prologue/Masterpost || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

A wave of nausea hits your gut as soon as you step into the elevator. 

Your eyes are full to the brim but you are determined not to let a single tear slip, not for the man who invalidated you and your feelings by falling for someone else. So you laugh instead. 

A sarcastic, loud laugh escapes your throat as you realize you have spent the better part of your day trying not to run into him but you failed. Just like you failed the relationship and just like Jungkook failed your love. 

Shutting your eyes tight, you take in deep breaths.. One, two, three. 

You have a session, Y/N.You can’t let your personal issues unsettle you now. You tell yourself again and again until the elevator touches the ground. 

And then your eyes fall on him as soon as you exit the building. 

Hoseok looks beautiful today. He is sporting a purple floral shirt, which might have looked bizarre on anyone else, with baggy jeans and a cute bucket hat. He regards you with his signature heart shaped smile and a wave upon seeing you. 

Right then and there, you feel your heart being repaired. You feel as if your fresh wounds have been cleaned and stitched. 

Your heart thumps in your chest as you realize, all your distress just vanished with just one smile from Hoseok. One look at him and you completely overcame the negative feelings that you had been suffering from since coming across Jungkook. 

You also realize that Jung Hoseok is most definitely different from the other guardians of your counselees. He is more, much more than you are proud of admitting. 

“Hey” Hoseok chimes in. His eyes fall on yours and they gradually dip down to your collarbones and then to your cleavage. 

Heat settles on your face. You hope you are not appearing to be too flushed. 

“Hi.” you reply when you find his eyes locking into yours again. But he doesn’t smile this time, rather there is a tinge of darkness inside his brown orbs. The tension is palpable. So much so that you had to divert your eyes and look at the car. 

“Let’s go.” Hoseok murmurs, you nod. 

And then he places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards his car. Goosebumps travel all around your body. God! Were you always this sensitive? Or is it because you have been touched deprived for so long now? 

Or is it because of the man himself? 

You try not to show any difference in your posture. Walking steadily you reach the car and settle on the passenger seat. 

Sua breaks into a big smile seeing you and greets you with her usual cheery voice. When you greet her back and take her in you realize that this father-daughter duo is twinning.  

“Oh my- You guys look adorable!” you giggle reaching out to pat Sua’s head through the small-sized bucket hat she is wearing. 

“You are twinning too! Your dress has flowers just like ours!” Sua exclaims and her voice is a pure serotonin boost, you can’t help laughing out loud. 

“Well” you take a look at your dress, “I guess you are not wrong.” 

Feeling a pair of eyes on your figure again, you look up and you find Hoseok staring down at you again. Even though he diverts his eyes, you still feel the weight of his gaze on your chest. 

“The audition though.. Is in the US” Jungkook sighs. His face finds the hollow space created by his palms. His shoulders drop and he feels as if his career is approaching an end. 

“And?” You place your question carefully. 

He sighs again, “You know, Y/N. I can’t afford flying all the way to the states!” 

“But we can.” there is a small smile lingering on your lips. 

“What do you-” 

“What I mean is, Jungkook, you pay as much as you can, I can take care of the rest.” leaning towards him, you place a sweet kiss on his cheek. 

“But, Y/N, I- I don’t wanna be a burden on you.” the words choke on his throat but his mind eases as he looks into your eyes. 

“Kook” you hold both of his hands with both of yours, “It’s okay to ask for help, especially from the people you love and who love you back. I am a part of your life now, we have a long way to go together, so you can pay me back anytime you want. Okay?” 

Jungkook’s heart soars and soars and soars in his chest. His emotions spill through his eyes and you wipe those ever so gently. 

When he locks his lips with yours, you taste like forever. 

He is such a traitor. He left the person who was with him through thick and thin. 

When you got three different offers from three different clinics, he only got rejected in auditions. When you started sending money to your parents every month, his agency got bankrupt. When you reached new heights everyday, jungkook only fell lower and lower. 

But you never once looked down on him, never once treated him like the inferior one he was. Rather you are the reason why he is at his current position. But he couldn’t pay you back. 

He failed. 

He fell.. For someone else. 

And it’s only justified for you to hate him but still the thought only stings him, it angers him, unsettles him. 

But more than everything… It hurts him. And he doesn’t know if he is brave enough to find out the reasons. 

“Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook! Are you even listening to me?” Jimin’s scream brings Jungkook back to reality. 

“Yes? Yes. Yes I am listening.” He tries to overview the situation, trying to find out what the elder has been talking about. 

“No you are not. This is the third time I have asked you if you want me to pack some kimchi or not.” Jimin fusses standing on the opposite side of the kitchen counter. His eyes suggest the fact that he has a very clear idea about what’s going on inside Jungkook’s head. “You are thinking of her, aren’t you?” 

“You should definitely pack some kimchi for me.” Jungkook ignores Jimin’s question, completely changes the topic. 

The elder only nods, deciding not to pry anymore. 

Never in a million years you would have known that a bakery can be this fancy. 

But then… you met the Jung duo. 

The sweet aroma of buttery goodness envelops your senses as you step inside.  

The vanilla scent perfectly matches with the white interior of the bakery and you are forced to think if you're underdressed for a bakery session or not. 

Sua tugs at your hand when she sees you scanning the place with utmost attention. 

"Is it your first time here?" She asks sweetly. 

"Yes. Never thought bakeries could look this fancy." You giggle a little. 

When your eyes fall ahead, you find a young waitress guiding Hoseok towards your table. 

Maybe he had reserved a table earlier. 

The table is situated at a nice cozy corner of the bakery, which is good since you're here to counsel Sua and it's better to keep things within an invisible barrier. 

Hoseok has been trying. 

He has been trying his hardest to keep his eyes away from you, to keep it on only your face when it’s needed but oh boy! 

It’s not his fault that you are looking so gorgeous today or the fact that your dress has a low neck or that it is fitting you like a glove emphasizing your body curves more than he can take in innocently. 

It’s not his fault that he caught your eyes shining when those fell onto his, or the way you smiled at him a little intimately today. He doesn’t know how his thoughts or observations make sense but here he is feeling like a giddy teenager getting to share a desk with his crush for the very first time. 

“Mr. Jung and baby Sua, how are you doing today?” It's the waitress who usually attends them during their visit. 

Hoseok smiles at her and she smiles back wider than needed. 

“We are doing fine, Ms. Shin, what about you?” he returns the courtesy. 

“Same here. You have got a friend today, I see.” she now regards you, taking a good look at you from head to toe. 

You smile at her kindly but refrain from saying anything. 

“Yeah we do. About the order please go as usual for me and Sua and” he looks at you and finds you captivating yet again, “what about you, Y/N?” 

“Just a cup of hot chocolate please with a side of marshmallows.” 

“Sure” the waitress notes down your order with another weird glance and you notice it this time. 

Sua starts giggling as soon as she leaves, when you two look at her she stifles her laugh with one of her tiny hands and says, “she thinks you are daddy’s girlfriend. She is offended. She thought she could flirt with him forever.” 

If Hoseok is seeing things right then you are blushing. Your cheeks and the tip of your ears turn red as Sua mentions you as Hoseok’s girlfriend. 

Honestly, he ain’t doing any better. Hoseok feels as if someone has uncaged ten million butterflies in his stomach. He can’t help staring at you yet again. 

“So shall we play a game till the food arrives?” You break the tension by finally starting with your session. 

“Game? Here? Right now?” Sua enquiries innocently. 

“Yeah. Let's play a word game. I will name a word and you will have to tell me the first thing or person that comes to mind. okay?” 

“Wow, that sounds fun!” Sua replies expectantly. 

“So, let’s start. I will go first and ask you five words, then you can do the same.” hoseok sees you preparing for a bit and then finally uttering the first word, “favorite” 

“Blueberry!” Sua answers immediately. 

You chuckle, “Oh! So blueberry is Sua’s favorite fruit, I see.” pausing for a bit you say, “happy” 

“Drawing” sua’s reply comes within an instant again. 

“Great. Love?” 

“Daddy” Hoseok’s heart fills at his daughter’s answer. He smiles on his own as his eyes become a little moist. 

“That’s so sweet” you coo at her. “Umm.. next is scared” 

Sua’s face dulls at this as she says “Jaemin” softly. 

“Are you scared of him because he pulls tricks on you?” you place the question carefully. Sua nods. 

“What does he do to you, Sua? Tell me so that I and Hoseok can help you.” You place a hand on top of Sua’s. 

Her head hangs even lower but she says, “he- he told the entire class that I am an illigimate child, that daddy is not my real dad and that is why I don’t have a mom. No one talks to me anymore. Not even my best friend Yoo Ri. They don’t play with me, call me an outskirt and laugh at me. Jaemin locked me in the room for a whole period and told me if I complained to the teachers he would tell them what I am and get me expelled from the school. I didn’t tell anyone. Not even daddy. I was afraid that whatever he said was true and dad is not my dad. He even threw my lunch out of the window and made me starve.” 

Hoseok sees red. 

His eyes are full of tears and he is ready to set the world on fire today. The way Sua could not even pronounce illegitimate properly yet she knew what it meant, is absolutely heartbreaking. 

He slaps the table out of anger and both of you and Sua jump out of surprise. 

You look at him, placing a hand on top of his, you whisper softly, “Calm down. I have got this. Don’t worry.” 

And he actually calms down. 

Is this what it feels like having a partner beside you through your high and low? 

Is this what it feels like having you as his partner? If yes then he would kill to have you, even if it’s unethical for him to even think of that. 

“Sua, do you trust me?” you ask the little one. 

She nods. 

“Then do you believe me if I say that you are not an illegitimate child and Hoseok is your real dad?” 

“Is that right, daddy?” Sua asks softly. 

Hoseok stands up from his table, kneels down in front of his girl, holds his little hands with his bigger ones and says “Yes baby. I am your dad. I swear you are my real daughter, I made you with my blood and flesh.”  

Sua breaks into a loud sob, as she hugs her dad tightly. 

“Y/N, we still have a word left?” Sua speaks with a mouth full of blueberry cheesecake. 

“Oh right.” You sit straight again, taking a sip from your hot chocolate. Your red lips attach to the edge of the cup, looking perfectly pouty and kissable. 

Hoseok finds it tough to breathe all of a sudden. 

“So the next word is.. Hate.” 

“Mina aunty.” 

Fuck! Sua had to mention her out of everyone. 

“Who is Mina aunty?” you ask the kid.  

“She is actu-” hoseok tries to handle the situation but his daughter is faster than him apparently. 

“She is daddy’s friend. She often comes to our home whenever I am asleep. And she sleeps there! Does she not have a home or something? Oh I hate her.” 

“Oh I see.” you divert your eyes towards hoseok with a knowing look. His face reddens and he has to avoid looking into your eyes. 

“Now it’s your turn.” Sua chimes in and Hoseok feels relieved when you stop staring at him. 

“Yeah, let’s start.” you take another sip. 

“Color?”

“White.” 

“Drink?” 

“Coke.” 

“Love?” 

“Jungko-” you pause. You seem to surprise yourself with the name you were about to take. 

“Oh? Why did you pause? Is that your boyfriend’s name?” Sua giggles. 

The tightness that Hoseok feels inside his chest is unjustified. 

You definitely have a boyfriend. Why did he even think he had a chance with someone as appealing as you. Why did he even start thinking there’s something cooking between you two? 

On the other hand, you seem to be quite uncomfortable with Sua’s question. 

“No. He is someone I used to know, someone I should not be taking the name of, anymore” you reply finally. 

Your expression turns somber and you start biting your lower lip. 

Maybe you are as broken as Hoseok is. 

And maybe.. Just maybe.. Hoseok has a chance to fix you. 

The air inside the car is heavy with tension again. 

You wanted to avoid Hoseok. You wanted to avoid this fuzzy feeling you feel inside your chest whenever you come closer to him. 

He has a girlfriend after all (or maybe a friend with benefits, not that you are keen to know) and you are not totally over your ex-boyfriend. 

But hoseok and Sua insisted on dropping you, which brings you here to the passenger seat yet again. 

Sua is asleep, which makes things between you and Hoseok even more tense. So, you keep your eyes on the window the entire time and sigh out of relief when your apartment comes into view. 

Taking in a deep breath while unbuckling the seat belt you say, “We’ve overcome the toughest part today. Sua will be fine soon.” 

“Yeah- yeah. Thanks for today.” Hoseok fumbles with his words. 

“It’s my job. Anyway, good night. Drive safe.” and you are already climbing out of the seat and shutting the door. 

Another second in the car and you may just ask him who the fuck Mina is. 

Just when you are about to take steps towards the entrance, Hoseok calls you from behind. 

You stop in your tracks as Hoseok comes to stand right before you. 

“Y/N, I- I actually wanted to clear up that Mina is just my colleague and we, you know, take care of each other at times.” He reasons. 

That’s what you thought too but you don’t know why he is even explaining this to you. 

“That's fine, Hoseok. There is no need to explain your personal matters to me. I am Sua’s therapist only.” yes that’s what you are, just a therapist of his daughter, a temporary addition to his life. You can’t want more. You should never want more. 

“I know but I felt the need to explain this to you. I don’t know why.” Hoseok takes a step towards you and you take a step back. Your back hits the car. 

The look in his eyes is absolutely dangerous. Your heart can’t decipher it. You mind can’t read what the man wants from you or what you want from him. But it’s addictive. You want more of his eyes, more of him.. Fuck.. all of him. Even if it’s a little too early. 

You are free falling… again. 

“Are you okay? You seemed to be uncomfortable with Sua’s question earlier.” Hoseok speaks again. And this time his breath hits your face. 

“I am fine. I should be fine.” you reply avoiding his eyes. 

“Correct me if I am crossing any lines but is that your ex-boyfriend?” 

You nod. 

You usually don’t like messing up personal and professional boundaries but with Hoseok things are different. With Hoseok you feel different. 

“He broke up with me recently after three years of relationship. He-” your voice chokes at the thought of that day when Jungkook confessed things you never even dreamt of, “he fell in love with someone else.” 

Hoseok lets out a low chuckle. When you look up at him, his eyes pierce through yours. 

“How can anyone even fall out of love with you?” His voice reaches a few octaves lower than usual. 

“What- what do you mean?” you murmur. 

“I mean that it’s hardly possible to leave you. Anyone would kill to have you as theirs.” Hoseok’s eyes drop on your lips. Your eyes are fixed on the mole right above his lip. 

“Anyone? Really? You too?” your voice comes out confident, mouth runs before mind can comprehend. 

“Fuck.” hoseok comes even closer, “Yes.. Yes I would too.” 

Hoseok leans down and your heart beats out of your chest in the prospect of what’s gonna happen next. 

But before your fantasies can take shape, the car window slides down and Sua peeks out and says, “Daddy, are we home yet?” while rubbing her eyes. 

You push Hoseok away lightly, he stumbles back replying to his daughter that they are at your apartment right now. 

Everything feels fuzzy and light but.. 

You are completely unaware of the pair of eyes that are watching your every movement through a sheer layer of cigarette smoke. 

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[kyojurismo]

Hey you probably have a lot on your plate but I was wondering if you could do all the hashira with a gn mute! s/o who is kind, also a hashira, and only communicates with sign language or writing. If you don't want to do all of them you can just pick whoever you want. Thank you and have a wonderful day 😊

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon! thank you sm for sending a request ♡ i love this idea, it’s super cute & i hope you’ll enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it 👉🏻👈🏻

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. gyomei himejima, tengen uzui, sanemi shinazugawa, kyojuro rengoku, giyu tomioka, mitsuri kanroji, obanai iguro, muichiro tokito, shinobu kocho x gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. nothing i think? but i’m warning u there’s a chance some of them might be ooc?? also, i took a bit of inspo by nezuko’s behaviour for gyomei so yeah… not proofread btw & i’m sorry if some seems shorter than others but it’s my first time writing for like half of them lol

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

since gyomei is blind, it was hard for you to approach him and get to know the stone hashira when you joined them

he spoke to you first, feeling that you were a kind soul and didn’t wanted you to feel alone or sum

you usually communicate with gyomei by “writing” on his hands

at first he was confused and couldn’t understand everything, but he’s improved a lot!

you prefer to listen to him talking, by the way

and to make sure gyomei knows that you’re listening to him you let a bunch of grunts escape your lips

what pushed gyomei towards you was that mysterious aura and he was glad that you didn’t gave up on getting closer to him only because he was blind

he loved spending time with you

and it helped developing a deep connection between you two

so you found yourself falling for this soft giant <3

TENGEN UZUI

oh man,

tengen was so intrigued by you

he wanted to get closer to you and know you better

you weren’t exactly ignoring him, you simply kept some distance because you thought you might be boring for him, due to his flashy personality

tengen noticed you communicating with the others using sign language and he wanted to surprise you, so he asked shinobu [yes, i hc her knowing sign language very well] to teach him

the next time you met him, tengen greeted you by using sign language and it actually surprised you

you smiled at him and greeted him back

he knew you weren’t deaf but he wanted you to feel more included, if that makes sense

“sign language is very flamboyant, y’all should learn and use it all the time.”

your boyfriend loves reminding the others that you’re the most flamboyant hashira because of that 🫶🏻

and also because you two are together

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

sanemi at first thought you were so timid that you couldn’t speak in front of the others

but then noticed that you spoke with the others with sign language

you were intimidated by him, so you timidly waved at him before the meetings with ubuyashiki-sama and then “ignored” him

he wondered why, since you acted friendly with the other hashiras

he then decided to confront you about it

“hey,” he called for you after a meeting. you stopped in your track and looked at him, confused. sanemi stared at you for a few moments before speaking again. “if you have a problem with me, then tell me! or fight me, if you prefer.” you looked confused but shook your head.

i don’t have a problem with you, shinazugawa-san.

he found it a bit hard to understand all the words but once he got it, sanemi replied harshly. “then why don’t you speak to me?” you were taken aback by that and you looked down, a bit embarrassed. i’m not sure you would like my company and maybe you can’t stand that i’m mute.

“what kind of bullshit is that?!” sanemi shouted, surprising you. “we can spend more time together… if you’d like,” he lowered his voice, blushing a little.

sanemi started feeling calmer around you and learned sign language more efficiently, so he could understand you better

it took him a lot to figure out his true feelings towards you and he decided to tell you that he wanted something more than a simple friendship

using sign language, of course

he was blushing a lot and you found it cute

sanemi was so happy you reciprocated his feelings

me when he’s so– 🥹

KYOJURO RENGOKU

kyojuro was one of the most friendly since the beginning

even tho at first he couldn’t understand sign language he wanted to learn everything about it

it helped kyojuro getting closer to you and he grew very fond of you

you appreciated spending time with the flame hashira

he invited the younger slayers to learn sign language too

if you two were alone, kyojuro tried to use only sign language to communicate with you

“you’re so smart, y/n!”

he truly thought very highly of you

kyojuro, like sanemi, asked you to get together using sign language, but not because he was too shy

he’s the sweetest !!!!!!

GIYU TOMIOKA

giyu was quick to learn sign language

he enjoyed your company and even if you couldn’t speak, giyu could see very clearly that you liked being around him too

just from your eyes !!

he’s quiet most of the time, so you find yourself “speaking” more than him

but he’s more open when it’s just the two of you

you would go on missions with him sometimes

“i’m glad you were assigned to this mission too.”

translation: i’m happy we can spend more time together… that way, the others won’t interrupt us.

just to clarify things, it turned out that you were the one to propose to go beyond a simple friendship

MITSURI KANROJI

mitsuri loved watching you communicating

really, she got easily distracted by that

she learned sign language from shinobu

“they’re so cute!”

would randomly compliment you and you simply stand there a bit embarrassed

she did that using sign language too!

invited you to eat and drink something almost everyday

i think she treasures quality time so the more you two do something together the more she grows fond of you

i like to think you two casually ended up together

actions spoke louder than words i guess

OBANAI IGURO

couldn’t believe you were unable to speak at first

stared at you suspiciously most of the time ngl

but then he understood and started learning seriously sign language, so he would communicate with you using it

you found him intimidating as fuck in the beginning, so you tried to keep the conversation short

but once you got to know him better your feelings changed completely

obanai was always there to keep you company

but wouldn’t invade your space

compliments you using sign language bc he’s too shy to say those things out loud

and you noticed that before he finally asked you out he used to have red cheeks almost all the time

he’s a softy tho <3

MUICHIRO TOKITO

he was so zoned out that he didn’t realised you communicated with sign language

no seriously, it took him a lot

you were curious about him so you approached him first

muichiro secretly enjoyed having you around from that moment

he asked you personally to help him learning sign language and he did pretty good, learning fast

was surprised to discover you were a hashira too

and asked you to train together a few times

muichiro was slow at figuring out his feelings but that wasn’t a problem, you thought he simply enjoyed your company

when you two hold hands you sometimes “write” letters on his skin using your thumb and he’s always capable to get every word

SHINOBU KOCHO

was the only one who was already familiar with sign language

but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t help her improve

that was what drew you closer actually

kindly reminded every single person in the demon slayer corps to learn and practice sign language

[this is her having a crush on you and not knowing how to act, bye]

stargazing with shinobu almost every night was your thing

and there she finally decided to make things clear

you liked her too but were too timid to act on it

shinobu loved taking care of you

she also complimented you in sign language

and you reminded her to smile because she’s beautiful

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. thank you so much for reading! should i write something similar for the kamaboko squad too <3

[hobiespick]

Sam Winchester x reader headcanons part 2

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a/n : fuck it we ball sammy headcanons part 2, I made a shit ton of them (yeehaw i made another moodboard) hope you guys like my shitty thoughts (i am acting so nonchalant but i am actually shaking i'm so goddamn nervous) , thank you sm for all the likes and feedback ! Enjoy!

Summary : Headcanons I wrote for Sam x reader (can be read as gn!reader), very few are abt Dean, mention of Sam's childhood, Sam being head over heels for u, Sam being flirty, the reader is mentioned to be shorter/smaller than Sam.

-He carries around your hairties: around his wrists, the pockets of his brown jacket or his wallet - buys Dean bubblegum air fresheners for baby. - he's a communist so his favourite icecream flavour is berry - he is the one to tell you to please call him Sammy. You've never dared to call him that, you know he doesn't let anybody else call him that besides dean, your last wish is to make him uncomfortable or annoyed. Infantilizing a 6'4 man would be the most emmbarassing way to get dumped. - you would rather fall face first into the ground than actually call him that - so when it's a lazy day and you’re both laying in his bed (u were physically dragged there by the giant) you hear Sam mutter something tiredly in your neck as his koala grip on your waist gets tighter. "What was that?" You ask softly. He has to drag his head up and look at you his hazel eyes seem dark brown due to the lighting in the room and his hair is messy, strands sticking up and down, he looks adorable. "You can call me Sammy" he repeats himself clearly voice lower than usual but geniune as he rubs the back of his knuckles over his eyes. You smile fondly at him, "Ok" you reply using the same soft voice as if you replied with a voice any louder than that you would ruin his sleepy state. He nudges his head back into your neck with a satisfied sigh. You can't help but travel your hand up to his hair to run your fingers through it and kiss his temple. "Night, Sammy" you whisper. He mutters something else in your neck but you know it's 'goodnight', feeling him smile against your skin before falling asleep fast, a result of the level of trust he has in you.

- avril lavigne enjoyer (he is a teenage girl your honor) -  you bother him with psyhological questions to scare him or something but he answers them with the same amount of melancholy for shits and giggles - he is a feminist

- really really likes sarcastic people, playing along with you, just shooting back snarky replies at eachother (he is flirting)

- likes being one of the very few people you trust - he also gets unconciously close to you - you both could be in a large room (inside a haunted house probably) and he would still be right behind you, glued to you like a gum to a shoe - can you imagine not paying attention and walking right into him - me personally I would break my nose, have you seen his chest? holy fuck

- that one time you mouthed off a victims relative for not giving a fuck about his missing son but he got verbally agressive quick and Sam had to swoop in and save your ass, putting himself infront of you shielding you from the vic's relative calming the situation down Imediately. - Dean unfortunately wasn't there, he was checking out some place where the vic might have been before they went missing, it was just you and Sam supporting (interrogating) the family - I am mentioning this because if Dean was in fact there things would escalate fast, you're basically his little sister.

- Dean probably loved indiana Jones as a kid ( dunno if this is canon or not I am on szn 2)

- you and sam were asking eachother questions, getting to know one another to pass the time once on some kind of stake out. - you asked him what was his favorite stuffed animal as a kid - he said he doesn't remember. (*sounds of uncontrolable sobbing coming from me n u*) - he asked you what was yours to change the subject - he would lie if he said that it didn't bother him, not remembering something normal people can easily recall from their childhoods - you replied back with your kid self fav stuffie smilling at the memory but feeling bad for Sam , heart aching at his confession - "i'm sorry you don't remember Sam." you say geniunely, how can someone be robbed of such a normal thing everyone should have? You've never wanted to buy someone a stuffed animal as bad as you do now. I know I am the one talking about "infantilizing a 6'4 man" but please, I can allow to contradict myself just this once. - he asked another question to shrug it off, he usually doesn't want anybody's pity, but yours felt honest, almost like his past hurt you too and he can't help but have the perverted need to tell you all about his fucked childhood, to have you hug him, maybe he was selfish and wanted desperately to be comforted by you. - "What was your favourite book when you were 13?" He skips past the subject quickly with an oddly specific question because he is Sam

- remembers Dean to drink water, Dean does the same with Sam just not verbally. Dean leaves water bottles where Sam can see them and Sam pretends to not notice it smilling to himself everytime he opens them and takes a sip

- gets some kind of sick twisted amusement from seeing you flustered (i'm so sorry I was literally talking about childhood trauma a min ago and now Sam is flirty) - example, you theorize with Sam about the monster you're having trouble identifying, he also can't hear you and you literally started muttering to yourself like a mad scientist, so to kill two birds with one stone he leans in dangerously close, looks you in the eye with a stoic expression and has the audacity to say "Hm? I'm sorry I can't hear you sweetheart." In his low drawl, LAWD HATH MERCY AHSHSBHAGA - he breaks character and smiles when he sees you get pulled out from your pondering haze - "M-might be a vengefull spirit." You repeat yourself, that little stutter and faint crimson on your cheeks shattering your whole 'badass, intimidating hunter' thingy you got going on in a matter of seconds, feeding his ego with a spoon.

- thinks it's cute when you and Dean act like siblings.

- he always knows what you need. "Sammy can you please give me my-" and you’re cut off by the sight of Sam already holding your sweater, the item of clothing looking ridiculously smaller in his hands. and if you jokingly ask him to put it on you too he just might (he is that head over heels for you) - if you ask him how did he know you wanted your sweater he would reply with something along the lines of "I saw it in my visions." sarcastic little shi- - he saw you running your hands up and down your arms before asking him - and since he is boyfriend coded, it's in his instinct to know what to do

- if he was feeling cute he would've enveloped you in a bear hug in order to warm you up.

- if you see him reading please pick up that unread book i know u have on your nightstand and read beside him. It can be your lil cute routine, can you imagine he just drags u to the couch or his bed, holding 2 books one of yours and one of his because it's comfy reading time, oh you're alone doing nothing?  nah BAM QUALITY TIME BIATCH

a/n: kinda lost sleep because of these but it's fine, I also think imma post and write for fun ,still learning the ropes of writting but uh yeah, again hope you guys like these feedback would be very much appreciated! 🫶

[insanermin]

and it taste like cherry lip gloss on your lips

pairing: bartender!ellie x fem!reader

warnings: soft ellie; my favourite warning, fluff! short mentions of blood and vomit (i promise it's not bad just v short), no nsfw, not proof read!

word count: 1,8k

summary: it's the night before your birthday and you party with friends. but leaving is all you think of until a certain bartender appears, cheering you up. or; ellie successfully gives her number to you.

a/n: it's my birthday! (it's the 5th already where i live, so yes, birthday time) yes, i am a pisces but! i am a cap moon and gemini rising, does that make up for it? i don't know, anyway i might make this a series??? inspo: i'm ready for you, bryson tiller

if it wasn't for the two hours of sleep that carried you through this dreadful day, then maybe you wouldn't have to curse out your friends at any second you had to spend here longer. the music pounding in your ears, sweaty bodies blocking your vision and alcohol violating the nerves of your nose. and to top it all off, your feet are starting to hurt, screaming at you to sit down.

although it was the night before your birthday, you couldn't help but think about all the things you'd rather do than to be here. your friends are long gone, they're dancing bodies melting into the crowd while your head is exploding in pain, you're surprised that you're not standing in a red puddle of your own misery.

you shake your head, blink a few times and take a deep breath; you're here to enjoy yourself, you're here to celebrate, you—

"are you okay?" a voice emerges, you're surprised that your ears could pick that up although the music drowns out any other noise that isn't itself. you turn your head to the side, where you believe the question came from, and you're right.

an auburn haired woman, around your height, probably two or three centimetres smaller, wearing a white shirt and pleated wide pants.

you muster her as questions arise in your head. why is her shirt not tugged in? why is she smiling at you? why does she seem so familiar?

"me? i think so," you reply, eyes still roaming for answers, but the more you look at her, the less sense you make out of her.

the barely shorter woman takes a step closer to you, her eyes meeting yours.

for a nanosecond the music turns into mere background noise and your body doesn't scream to dissolve, but the second the beat dropped you were reeled back in.

"you look out of it, want to step out for a bit?" she asks, worry reflecting her face. usually, you'd throw in a few sarcastic remarks here and there, but the smell of sweaty human flesh made you nauseous and you were sure the more you stayed in this crowded room, you would be exchanging the acid inside of your stomach rather than words.

about eight deep breaths later, sitting at the curb and feeling the cold breeze against your face, you finally start feeling better.

however the presence that lingers behind your back is starting to creep you out, especially since said presence hasn't spoken a single word.

you turn around, the woman is leaned against the wall while holding inadvertent eye contact with you.

"mind sitting next to me?" you ask, watching her mouth form a little 'oh' as she takes weirdly slow steps towards you.

she sits down, leaving an awkward gap between the two of you. the awkwardness in the air is overruled by the breeze that carries her woody but sweet scent, a delight to your abused sense of smell.

you observe her spreading her legs further apart, while her arms hug her knees, interesting, you note to yourself.

"so what's your name?" you watch the auburn haired woman scoff at your question. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion; she returns an apologetic look.

"oh, you don't remember me? i'm ellie, the bartender," she says, her green eyes boring into your cheekbones. you're starting to connect the dots, the familiarity, the reason why she approached you. your eyes widen in realisation as ellie just nods slowly in response, her lips thinned to a line.

"right, you work here," you mumble under your breath as your cheeks turn a shade of pink. how could you forget about her when she listened to your drunk rambles?

"what happened to your shirt?" you blurt out, in hopes to shift the focus on her.

ellie looks down, vividly confused at your question, feeling her upper body and noticing the unevenness of her shirt.

"that, well, these ass—" she clears her throat,

"—sorry, they ordered the wrong size for me, so neither my shirt or my vest fit—" the clearly annoyed woman says as she pulls down at her shirt. you knew it wasn't appropriate, however having sight of an admittedly attractive bartender that is not in the greatest of mood is for sure amazing eye-candy, but her voice raising pulls you out of thought.

"—so at this point, i was like fine, sure, fuck y'all, sorry, work on your own, i'm gonna take a break, and that's when i noticed you almost fainting." she finishes. panic grows in her eyes as they await an answer, but impatience and insecurity come first.

"sorry, did i talk too much?" ellie looks away, she hopes for you to take this question as a rhetorical one, her blowing up this way is more humiliating than she'd expect. she fiddles with her fingers, deep in thought.

this night has been incredibly exhausting, but laying her burden upon someone else might be the worst of it all. as a bartender, it's only natural for her to listen to all sorts of stories, every human-being needs someone to talk to, to be heard, to feel understood. although she didn't like to admit nor realise this, it left a sense of superiority within her; everyone relies on her, so she doesn't feel the need to be heard and understood. or that's what she liked to believe.

"no, your voice is soothing," you say, pulling her out of her spiralling thoughts.

the eyes of the distressed woman begin to soften, it might not be the end of the world talking to you, only because you seem to benefit from this conversation, of course.

"at first, i was intimidated by you, you seemed so cool, but now... you're surprisingly awkward," you chuckle, how can an attractive woman be so awkward? however, you didn't really mind, you thought it added some kind of sweetness to her character. she inches a little closer, aggressively facing your way, disbelief written all over her face.

"oh, so i'm not cool anymore? what if i tell you that my hands are pretty skilful?" her upper body is fully turned towards you at this point. she realised that entertaining your playfulness would make her feel better as well, but seeing you press down your lips, colour appearing in your cheeks and you blinking rapidly, quickly made her regret her decision. ellie balls her hand into a fist and covers her mouth, averting her eyes from you.

"shoot, no that's not— i can play the guitar..." the embarrassed woman explains, sorrow overriding the panic in her voice.

but you chuckling draws her eyes back to you, the corners of her mouth not knowing wether to smile or to frown.

"what?" ellie asks, eyebrows raised in expectation and mouth narrowed.

"'shoot' seriously? that doesn't sound like you," your wheezes turn into a heartfelt laugh. your laugh was like a sweet melody to ellie's ears, she didn't expect to enjoy your presence and joke around.

"seems like you're pretty much obsessed with me," she teases, her comfort reflecting in her voice. her mind entertained the idea of going back in, but if it meant to be herself for a few more minutes, then being yelled at for taking a too long break was worth it.

"no not really, you're the one trying to impress me with your skilful hands," you shoot back, feeling at ease. you're content as you notice that the gap between the two of you has completely disappeared.

for a second, your attention is drawn to your buzzing phone as you pull it out of your bag.

12:03 am.

"didn't expect to spend weirdly intimate time with a stranger on my birthday," you say, sentiment lingering in your voice. for some reason, knowing that your friends are on the dance floor enjoying themselves, probably too drunk to remember that they're here to celebrate your birthday, leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.

"oh come on that's super insulting— and besides, that's better than spending it alone in the cold," ellie defends herself.

however, her experience as a bartender makes it impossible to ignore the affliction in your voice. although in doubt, she rests her hand on your thigh, her green eyes searching for yours.

"that being said, happy birthday," she continues, a soft smile emerges on ellie's face. you can't tell whether its her hand on your thigh, her smile or just her that lets your heart skip a beat or two, but you don't really mind.

"thank you, but it's a little sad that only a bartender is congratulating me," you try to joke, your voice is laced with bitterness.

"no, you're getting it wrong, only extraordinary and amazing people are able to get a 'happy birthday' from a bartender, consider yourself lucky," the auburn haired woman chuckles as she pats your thigh.

her touch leaves you with goosebumps and looking at her face would only worsen it, so you avert your gaze from her. but when you realise what she just told you, curiosity conquers your mind.

"you think i'm extraordinary and amazing?" you ask, followed up by a scoff.

ellie's eyes widen, she winces and coughs. it only now crosses her mind that the two of you might have been flirting this whole time. but seeing the way your hair frames your face and your dress hugging your body, maybe she doesn't mind so much after all.

"well, i like the way you are, i mean not like like, you know, uh, you... have a cool personality," ellie's rosy cheeks spoke sooner than she could, leaving her completely vulnerable to you. her forced laughs and her fist rubbing her chin only aggravates said vulnerability, you got her good.

"you're pretty cool too, thank you," you reply, flashing a grin her way. your birthday night not be so terrible after all.

you only start to feel the cold of the night when ellie stands up, her presence taking all the warmth there was with her. you watch her search for something wildly in her pockets, her big hands are quite nice to look at.

"here," the woman offers you a crumpled up note, she always keeps one in her pocket just in case. mouthing an 'o', you accept said note and chuckle at its content. it feels good to be appreciated by a stranger once in a while, especially when that person is as good looking as ellie.

"i'm much cooler when you get to know me better—" she continues, her cheeks still pink.

"i would text me if i were you. only if you want of course, no pressure or anything," she suggests, her back now turned to you. she glances once more at you, before waving you goodbye while entering the club again. the last thing you hear is a very quiet 'yes' as the door closes, leaving only you and the few stars lighting up the sky.

[deadricslover]

little admirer

here's my masterlist!

a/n: I've been stuck for ideas I'm sorry I've been gone :/ but hopefully I will get back into the routine of posting! this is also shorter than usual but I didn't want to drag it out lol

summary: you always hated getting bombarded by 'fans' of Bruce and the paparazzi. You didn't think this encounter would be any different but you were wrong. It was actually one of the most wholesome ones and definitely your favourite.

warnings: this really isn't about Bruce but he's the boyfriend ok? so...ya. and scars I guess NOT PROOFREAD

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne x gn!musician!eader

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When you looked out the window and saw the crowds of people outside, your fear reached its pinnacle. The only thing you wanted was to spend your anniversary with Bruce alone, free from intrusions other than kisses, of course. Yet that was all wishful thinking. It was obvious that it would not occur. Given your animosity for the paparazzi, Bruce had made an effort to ease your fears, but in reality, you both knew you would just have to get through it. You might have thought you would get used to it since you were also a fairly well-known musician, but not as much as Bruce, the prince of Gotham. However, Bruce took your hand and urged you to break the habit of chewing your nails while staring at the crowd.

"how do they even know you're here?" to ask turning to him

he huffs and shakes his head in thought. "I don't know. maybe someone saw us walking in"

"can we not go to dinner in peace? I mean.." you were at a loss for words, you didn't know how people could be so invasive and inconsiderate.

"I know. I know" he soothes gently kissing your hand and stroking your opposite shoulder whilst his arm is around your back.

"do you want to just get it done?" he inquires and you knew it was the smart thing to do even though you didnt want to. at all.

"yeah sure" you reply turning away and grabbing some last minute things off the bed. On the way out of the elevator, Bruce gently yet firmly places his hand on your waist in order to keep you close. Cameras flash, questions are thrown as you try to make your way through the flood of people. Bruce usually liked to put away a minute or two for some real fans who just wanted a high five off of Bruce Wayne, but he wasn't so sure about right now. You encouraged him to do it, not to break tradition and said you would wait elsewhere. Usually people would recognise you, but Bruce Wayne was right there so of course nobody would pay attention to you...not that you were complaining. A couple people did ak for a photo and you kindly obliged as long as they were sincere about it. As you stood watching Bruce interact with kids and their parents, not paying any mind to reporters, you feel a little tap on your arm. You look around and notice a little girl standing next to you with loving eyes. You crouch down to the little girl thinking maybe she was lost.

"hi sweetie. Are you ok?" you ask the child glancing around to see if her parents were anywhere to be found.

"I'm very good." she replies cheerfully

"awh that's good. where are your parents?" you ask

"getting a photo with Bruce Wayne."

"ooohh. everyone wants to don't they? he's really famous" you emphasize trying to make conversation with the girl

"not as famous as you, though"

she knew who you were? that's so sweet "no no. Bruce is way way more famous than me. but thank you! what's your name?"

"Camilla. You're my favourite person, ever!" she jumps lightly squealing.

oh my- of your heart wasn't throbbing before. it sure is now. the smile on your face couldn't be bigger.

"awh that's so sweet! you're my favourite person too, Camilla!"

"can I tell you a secret" she whispers after a couple moments of silence

"of course you can" you tell her pretending to zip your lips and lock them. She rolls up her t-shirt a little to show you a scar on her tummy. Whatever caused that scar, you felt horrible, especially because she said it was a secret. your eyebrows draw together as a reaction to your reaction.

"I used to hate it and cry all the time because I thought it was weird. but then I found out that you had one too, and now I love it, because my favourite person in the whole wide world has the same thing as me!" she tells. you honestly could cry. A little girl hating something about her body ay such a young age is bad enough but also the fact that she grew to love it because you had one too?! your heart throbbed.

"I do have one. it's on my arm. But yours is so much more beautiful"

"I got mine from an operation when I was a baby" she informs you butchering the word operation as any child would.

"ooh interesting. see all those people asking Bruce for a photo? with all the cameras? well I got mine from them. one time I finished a show and was going home and they hurt me" you recall in simple terms

"my mommy and daddy hurt you?" she asks shocked

"no! not your parents. some others that don't work there anymore."

"that's sad" she replies

she looks off into the crowd for a second and waves to her parents before telling you she has to go now-- not before asking for a hugh though. you kindly oblige without a second thought and embrace the girl smiling. her parents walk over and thank you for being kind to her and watching her. you tell them it was no problem as they leave and you wave to the little girl. Right on queue the famous Bruce wayne walks over without you noticing

"she seemed to love you"

"tell me about it. I'm her favourite person ever in the whole wide world" you recall

"she's not the only one" he adds to taking your hand in his and starts walking

you smile lightly and nudge Bruce slightly "she showed me something too. she had this scar on her stomach from a surgery when she born and she used to always be insecure about it" you start

"that's horrible, she's only young" he butts in genuinely sorry for the girl

"yeah, but the nice part that she found out that I also had a scar the same shape as hers and because of that she grew to love it...all because I had one too!" you exclaim still in disbelief

"you're such an influence. that's so sweet" he responds continuing to walk. "it is isn't it?" you reply placing your head on his shoulder while strolling to the restaurant. Usually you hate the paparazzi, but this time was different, it was sincere and sweet. definitely your favourite so far.

[mariam17]

You Saved Me

Summary: You are a 22 year old woman and have a 3 year old daughter by your wife who regularly abuses you. One day a blonde woman witnesses your wife being physical with you and does something about it.

Pairing: Villanelle x Female Reader x Daughter

Word Count: 1193

A/N: Critique is welcomed!

I'm sitting at a table in the back of the coffee shop just watching people live their daily lives. I wish I could be like them, I wish I could live a normal life but I can't. I have to carry around this burden because of Eve, knowing that it was my fault that she died. I should've been more careful, I should've known it was too good to be true. It should've been me, I already caused her too much pain, and now it's stuck with her forever.

"Shut up, stop bothering me, I'll get her medicine tomorrow, just relax!"

I snap my head up to the direction of the noise to find that it was coming from outside. It is a horrible day to be out, the sky was glum how it often is in the UK. There were two fairly attractive women who seemed to be arguing, one significantly taller than the other one standing at about 6'3 and the other 5'3. I looked down next to them and saw a little girl who looked about 3 years old. She's in a stroller sleeping bundled up in blankets. I look back up to the couple and witness the taller woman become increasingly agressive to the shorter one. Normally I would mind my business but this was different. The shorter woman looked scared, and when Eve died in my arms I promised her that I would be better, that I would do better for her. So I keep my eyes trained on the couple, making sure that nothing bad happens, then SMACK. I see the taller woman slap the other one. No one looked, no one cared. Just me. But for some reason I really find myself caring. I want to say something, do anything really, but I don't know if that's my place. So I watch. I watch as the taller woman walks away from her and the child, or rather storms away. I watch as the woman begins to tear up and I watch how the child remains asleep. Then I watch as she slowly looks up at me. She stares at me for a solid minute and I hold her gaze, she looks scared, maybe that I could report what I saw, or worried that I won't. I watch as she peels her eyes away from me and violently wipes her tears and decides to not enter the shop. She walks away rapidly and pushes the stroller along with her. That is when I decide I have a new obsession, an obsession to make sure that this beautiful woman and her child are okay.

I decide to return back to the same coffee shop the next day in hopes that I might see the woman and child again. When I arrive she was already there with her daughter who seemed to be doing better than the day before. They're sitting at the table I was the previous day. The mother, I assume was drinking a hot chocolate or a coffee, and the girl was golfing down a croissant. I normally don't care for kids, in-fact I think that they are quite repulsive and fucking annoying, but this one didn't seem like the usual kid. She seemed different, fun maybe. I enter the welcoming aura of the coffee shop and take in how beautifully decorated it is. There are string lights strung all over the walls and synthetic vines right under them. The beige colored walls complemented the vines and string lights beautifully, reminds me of Eve in a way. Warm and inviting.

"Hello, welcome to Carol's what can I get you?"

I looked up to the counter and see a young woman who looked to be about 19 years old asking me what I wanted to order.

"A coffee please, black with two sugars." I replied back to her

"Alright, that will be out in about two minutes"

"Okay, thanks." I give her the money in cash and head to the table the mother and child were sitting at. When I take my seat the mother immediately looks at me with a confused and slightly sour expression.

"Umm, hello?" She says and looks at me confused.

Her accent isn't British, I recognize that she's American immediately.

"Mommy is she your friend?"

The little girl speaks up and looks at her mom. I realize that she's American too so that means they must have moved here recently.

"No Jatu, I have no idea who this woman is. Who are you exactly?"

"Villanelle." I smile and reach out my hand so she can shake it, and she surprisingly does.

"Y/N, and this is my daughter Kadijatu." She gestures to her kid.

"Hiiiii, you're pretty!" Kadijatu averts her eyes to

Me and sticks out her hand as well. I shake it.

"Why thank you, it's nice to know someone here has manners." I smirk at her mother and Jatu giggles.

Y/N rolls her eyes then stale faces me.

"So, why have you chosen to grace us with your presence today? Do you enjoy bothering people?" She looks at me smug.

"Yes actually, it's one of my favorite hobbies." I grin widely at her. She rolls her eyes. I lean in closer to her and whisper.

"And I saw what happened to you the other day, I wanted to make sure that you're.....okay." She stiffens almost immediately and grabs her daughters hand and her purse.

"Okay, well this has been lovely, thank you for keeping us company but my wife is expecting me home. Goodbye." She offers me a fake smile and gets up from her seat.

I stare at her and her child and grabs Y/N's arm and inspect it.

"You really rather go back there, why would you subject yourself to that?" I stare at her in her eyes and grip her arm tighter.

She tries to shake herself out of my grasp but I'm stronger than her. I think she's scared. No, I know she is. But I honestly have no interest in hurting her, I don't have much interest in hurting people these days. Aside from Carolyn, the twelve, and Y/N's wife.  Never mind, I guess I do.

"You know, I saw you the other day. I was afraid of you saying something to the cops maybe... I think you should leave me alone. It's none of your business." She stares at me with venom in her eyes but also a sort of understanding.

"Okay." I let go of her arm. "Take my number." I pull out a pen out of my breast pocket and write it on her hand.

She scoffs. "I don't want your number."

"Well you have it." We stare at each other for a while until she averts her eyes.

"Jatu let's go." She looks at her daughter.

"Okay, bye Nellie!" She waves excitedly at me

"Bye!" I smile at her and return her wave.

I watch as the pair walk out the door in hopes that Y/N will actually call me. I think she will, I think she was just waiting on a way out.

An:

Hi guys! This is my first story in a while I hope ya'll enjoyed it, If ya'll have any tips to improve my writing please let me know! And the reader will be Black since there is not many black reader fics out there in any fandom and I'm quite tired of it. Thank you for reading!

[imma-devil]

smile for the camera | s.h

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI

Tags: sub!Steve Harrington, switch!Steve Harrington, Steve's first time subbing, reader's kinda mean and its hawt, sextape (solo masturbation), masturbation (m!receiving), fist fucking, leg riding, slight voyeurism kink!, both praise and slight degradation kink, use of nicknames (e.g., pretty boy), banter, some dirty talk, barely proofread.

Word Count: 1,643

Summary: Steve "The Hair" Harrington is put to the test. Will he hold onto the mantle of "King Steve" when his girlfriend has him at her mercy from behind a camera?

A/N: Prompt two of Lazy Ghouls Kinktober, the prompt I chose was camera. It's a bit on the shorter side than what I usually post, but it's because I wanted to commit to posting but couldn't handle a longer post.

You can not take my work or translate it without my permission. This piece of fiction is mine, and only the character belongs to its original creators.

“Do I really have to do this?” Steve asks, a poorly plastered facade of annoyance to his tone. 

Steve and you recently had a talk about how your sex life had largely been about what Steve was into, while your desires were slowly being forgotten. It wasn’t intentional… and its not like you disliked your sex. No, you loved it. But, you wanted Steve to go along with something you’ve requested. Which, brings you to the infamous Steve Harrington, seated on his knees before you. All while you stand over him, wielding a very large video camera. 

“Quit complaining Steve, I said you didn’t have to do it if you didn’t want to.” you shoot back with little hesitance. “The only reason you’re here right now is ‘cause you’re into it— don’t deny it.” 

“I like to think I have enough dignity to not stoop to this level just to cum,” He retorts, readjusting the crotch of his sweatpants. 

“Really?--” you ask, laced with sarcasm. “I like you at this level.”

“I’m sure you do~” he grins, making a show of advancing towards you, his hands reaching for your hips. 

With a stiff palm, you stop him where he is. “Nope!” You impersonate the sound of a car coming to a screeching halt for good measure, which he laughs at. “No touching— this is all you baby.”

He stares up into the lens, all doe-eyed and stunned.

“Now, put on a good show for the camera~” you mockingly grin. 

“Well… what am I supposed to do?” he looks off to the side in question, despite the empty room. 

You cock your head to the side to accent your reply, finding humor in his newfound innocence. “I assume you remember how to touch yourself? right? Don’t play coy.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Steve chides, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in an effort to fend off a smile. 

“Would you love me even more if I told you that I’d record a little tape for you in return?” you ask, a smile adorning your lips that could only mean you were up to no good. “I’d give it to you on a random day… as a surprise… but only if you make this one yourself.” 

He clearly resembled someone who was interested, but he groaned in defiance once he heard the devious ultimatum. He scoots to a slightly more comfortable position on his knees, widening his stance atop the carpet so that he can rest his weight more on his thighs. You can almost imagine him straddling atop your lap instead, with enough room to slot yourself between his legs. 

“You can still change your mind,” you provide. “I’d never force you into something you don’t want.”

“It’s too late for that—” He quirks his eyebrow and looks at you with a teasing question. “You’ve already got me where you want me, might as well get on with it.” 

“Ahh, I see… for dignity’s sake?” you goad. 

“Yup, for dignity’s sake,” he replies, before trailing his hand to rest right where his pelvis meets his hip. You know he’s just doing it for show, but truthfully, Steve was a bit sensitive there. You could remember from past experience that doting kisses or an indulgent touch in just that spot would leave his hips stuttering in their pace. 

“Hmm, whenever you’re ready” you voice, your eyes now settling on him from the lens of the camera; watching your ‘pretty boy’ of a boyfriend from a whole new perspective of video grain and amorous lighting. 

Steve notices the switch in dynamic, and he too fixates his gaze on the intimidating lens. There’s something he finds different about his girlfriend… this feels voyeuristic as if he considers an audience beyond just the woman he loves. He expected to feel shame while under the intense observation of a camera, a video that would undoubtedly record every detail of his body under pleasure, making it everlasting for them to see. Instead, it feels thrilling. He speculates that the mere idea of him being watched under your greedy eyes is what’s coaxing him further. It’s the motivation for why his hands scan his body without fear, and why he performs for the camera with his eyes locked onto the lens. 

Steve sneaks one arm below his t-shirt, his hand traversing the expanse of his stomach. He makes sure to gently rake his nails over his skin, but it does nothing to mimic your touch. Steve hooks his other hand over his groin, adding the slightest pressure while he rocks himself achingly slow over his touch. 

A hum then coasts amongst your exhales and he smirks in achievement. Steve awards himself by furthering his weight on his indulgent hand, palming himself for added friction. The thick cloth of his sweatpants barely dullens the pressure, and he feels himself grow harder at the attention. 

“Fuck, that’s good” he relents, his voice crackling with the sheer quietness in which he spoke. 

“Louder, for the camera—” you advise. “I wanna hear how it feels Steve, tell me how it feels…”

“S’not as good as when you touch me~” he admits. “But, it's warm. I want more though…”

“Touch yourself directly,” you offer like it's obvious. “Show the camera how pretty you are.” 

Steve smiles at the compliment, lifting his shirt to hold the fabric between his teeth. You admire the freckles that adorn his fair skin, scattered like small constellations. Brown hair marks a trail up the valley of his lean stomach to collect in a faint patch of hair on his chest. The skin that resides there is pink with growing warmth. To keep his idle hand busy he lightly teases at his nipple with the edge of his index finger, cupping the rest of his pec in his hand.  

You watch as Steve releases his cock from the confines of his sweats, his pink head peeking from his waistband. You hum approvingly as to satiate his need for appraisal and he nudges his pants to rest lower on his waist. You can’t help but fixate on the beauty mark that resides on his v, the one which marks that sensitive spot you fantasized about earlier. 

Steve places his palm to his drooling head, lulling his head back once on his neck as soon as his touch met its surface. The low hum of a moan gruels through his lips, muffled by the shirt clenched between his teeth. Just as a tantalizing motion sets around his eager cock, Steve’s moans begin to coast along the air in his quiet bedroom. Steve doesn’t even notice as his hips take on a mind of their own, his thrusts mindlessly following his hand in tow. 

“Just like that~” you guide him in his pace. “Keep fuckin’ yourself into your fist,”

His breath hitches at your words; his speed ticking up a notch to eagerly appease you. He becomes aware of the camera once more and in doing so, realizes his desire to perform. 

“Go ahead, Steve~” you coax, “Make yourself feel good— make yourself cum~”

He rushingly nods in reply; his brows tying up into a knot as he begins to unabashedly snap his hips into his hand. He really wants to— Steve wants to cum… but, he just can’t. He needs you! It just isn’t enough, his hand isn’t enough. He’s virtually chasing his end now, but you can see the seed of frustration starting to grow behind his irises. 

You reposition the camera atop your shoulder; pushing one leg further to stand just close enough, between his knees. Steve stares up at you—not the camera—you, the essence of something desperate within his gaze. 

“Go ahead,” you relent out of both greed and guilt. “Use me~ I know you need to”

Steve audibly groans, your words going straight to his dick. Maybe he would’ve considered feeling embarrassed, but not now, when his mind is flooded with thoughts of being able to cum. He could curse himself later when the high goes down. But, for now, he pulls himself in close to you. 

“Work yourself over the edge,” you egged on.

His unoccupied hand moves to wrap around your leg in an embrace mimicking that of greek statues, kneeling in adoration. His other hand continues to pump his dick, his hips stuttering each time his fist works over his head. Now that the distance between you is closed, he pushes his need into your leg. With each motioned thrust, he drags himself against the plush of your smooth skin. He haggers a moan with each pull, reeling at the sensation. The added pressure of your leg is enough to supply Steve his much-needed release.

Out of instinct, your fingers magnetize to his hair; dotingly combing through his waves to clear them of his face. “My pretty boy,” you coo with a lust-filled voice.

“I knew you were a slut,”

A seething curse forces its way between his clenched teeth as he releases his hot spend in bursts against your skin. His arousal seen soaking through the cotton of his sweats. Steve’s voice drags on throughout his orgasm, as if he uses all of his breath from within his lungs. The shirt falls from between his teeth, wonton pants drifting from his lips in exertion. The aftershocks of his orgasm fizzle to a close as he drops his cheek to your thigh. 

It takes a moment before Steve feels he can catch his breath and he turns to look up at your camera; his chin resting upon your knee like a loyal pup.

With a fucked out voice he voices with bliss, “...when you film mine— I want you to fuck yourself over my thigh.”

After a laugh that could surely be heard through the camera, you assure him “that can be arranged.”

[sgstories123]

Soaking Wet

Lightning flashed outside Mr Tan’s flat, lighting up the dark sky. This was followed by a loud clap of thunder. It was raining so heavily outside that Mr Tan could hardly see the next block of flats from his window.

His doorbell rang. Who could it be? His daughter, Melissa, had called to say that she will be coming home late to complete a group project. He was not expecting any visitors, especially not in this weather. Dressed only in his boxer shorts, he did not even bother to put on a shirt as he thought it was most likely some salesperson that he could brush off with a “No, thank you.”.

“Hi, uncle. Is Melissa in?” It was her daughter’s friend, Faye.

Faye was Melissa’s best friend in school. She is a regular visitor to their home, either doing school projects or simply hanging out. She often have her meals there too. According to Melissa, Faye’s parents are often out for business so she feels lonely at home. She treats their place as her second home.

Faye was petite in size. If Mr Tan did not know that she was the same age as Melissa studying in polytechnic, he would have thought she was still in secondary school. Her chest was almost flat, with only two little humps. If she had kept her hair shorter, she might easily be mistaken for a boy.

Mr Tan looked at Faye. She was drenched in rain from head to toe. Her hair was dripping wet, plastered to her face. For the first time, Mr Tan realised that Faye actually had nice facial features. The wet hair made her look more feminine, contrasting against her pale, smooth cheeks. She looked like some Japanese AV actress especially with those large innocent eyes.

But it was the wet clothes that attracted most of Mr Tan’s attention or rather what the wet clothes reveal. Faye’s pink bra could be seen clearly through her wet, white cotton blouse. With her wet blouse stuck to her skin, Mr Tan could also see the clear lines of her cleavage. There were not big, but certainly more than mere lumps.

“Mr Tan?” Faye repeated herself.

“Oh. Sorry. I was just thinking what are you doing out in this weather. Melissa is still in school. Come on in. You are soaking wet.” Mr Tan replied. Immediately after uttering the last sentence, Mr Tan realised the sexual innuendo. Will Faye be soaking wet for him?

As Faye walked into the flat, he picked up a whiff of clean, fresh womanly fragrance. He also noticed that Faye did a quick turn of her head, casting a downward glance at his crotch and smiling knowingly.

Mr Tan looked down and to his horror realised that his cock was erect, its head just peeking out of his boxer shorts. Shit. He forgot he was not dressed. He usually puts on a pair of pants and a shirt when there are others in the house. Faye is seeing him for the first time in his boxer shorts, his man breasts sagging, and his beer belly protruding out unattractively. At fifty years old, it was perhaps to be expected.

“Sorry. I was not expecting visitors. I will go put on a shirt.” Mr Tan apologised. “Why don’t you go take a shower. You are going to catch a cold. You can borrow some of Melissa’s clothes.”

“Thanks, uncle.” Faye smiled at Mr Tan flirtatiously. “I will take off my clothes here. Don’t want to dirty your floor.”

Without any word, Faye slowly unbutton her wet jeans, pulling them off slowly to reveal a matching pink lacy panty. Mr Tan could just make up the small patch of dark pubic hair peeking through the lacy part of her panty.

As she pulled her jeans off, Faye’s slim and slender legs came into view. Though she was not tall, they were sufficiently long for Faye to do a sexy reveal.

Faye enjoyed how Mr Tan was staring at her body. She wants to be noticed by others and being a cock tease was just one of her ways to enjoy the limelight. She laughed to herself how men are all the same. She was just surprised that this worked on Mr Tan, her best friend’s father. Being older and more sexually experienced than her classmates, she had not expected that she had a similar hold on him.

Faye sat on a sofa, directly facing Mr Tan. She opened her legs wide, allowing Mr Tan a better view. She leaned forward, deliberately pressing her breasts together so that they appear bigger. She did a pout, slowly drawing a finger across her lips. Faye was now looking at Mr Tan’s crotch directly. It as a funny sight, a hard cock peeking out from a pair of old boxer shorts worn by an old, fat man.

“Right. I should take a shower before I catch a cold.” Faye stood up, ending her show. It was fun being a cock tease but she seldom go further than that. She walked into the bathroom, still gloating over her little prank. She wondered whether she should have taken a video or something and put it on social media. “Pervert old man lusting over teenage girl’s body” should make a great clickbait, she thought to herself.

She turned around and was surprised to see Mr Tan standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He had a glazed look in his eyes, his cock still peeking out of his boxer shorts. Fear crept up her spine. She knew that look. A couple of times, some of the guys that she was teasing were so overcome with lust that they wanted to fuck her, they had this look in their eyes. But she has always managed to get out of the situation by shouting or running away. This time, it did not seem she could run away or if there is anyone who could help her.

“Uncle, could you please let me take a shower?” Faye was desperate. “Melissa will coming home soon.”

But Mr Tan did not answer. He was simply staring at her. He inched closer and Faye stepped back, her back against the cold wall.

“Uncle, please. Melissa is coming back any minute. You should not be seen here like this.” Faye implored to deaf years. She was really getting scared now.

Mr Tan brought his face even closer to Faye. Holding her face with his hands, he kissed her hungrily. Faye tried to resist by moving her face away but Mr Tan was too strong. She tried pushing him away but again it was useless. He was just too big and heavy against her small frame.

“No, please uncle. I am sorry.” Faye started crying. “Please don’t do this.”

But Mr Tan did not respond. He was overcome by animal lust. Her pleas only made him more aroused. He pulled apart her blouse, the buttons flew across the bathroom, landing with a cling on the bathroom floor. He pushed up the pink bra, revealing the small breasts with tiny pink nubs.

“So pretty. Like a small girl.” Mr Tan mused.

“No, please do not do this uncle. This is rape. This is wrong.” Faye cried. “You can go to jail for this. Please just let me go.”

Faye pushed hard against Mr Tan but it was to no avail. Her weak arms pushed against the flabby body, only to sink between the layers of fat. Mr Tan did not even move back an inch.

Mr Tan brought his mouth down onto the little nubs, licking them and rolling them between his teeth. Faye yelped in pain as her sensitive nipples were being attacked roughly. Tears were rolling down her face now. She has gone too far with her game and she was now paying the price.

Faye pulled Mr Tan’s hair, to get him away from her breasts. Mr Tan stopped momentarily, looking at her still with the lust-filled eyes. He pulled her panties down and took his hard cock out of his boxer shorts. He seemed to have misunderstood her. Instead of stopping, he had thought Faye wanted him to move on to fucking her directly.

Mr Tan pushed his hard cock into Faye. It was tight and dry but he did not care. He pushed it in harder, ignoring her cries. Inching slowly inwards, his cock finally managed to get its whole length in her. Satisfied, some of his sense returned and he now realised that Faye was shaking uncontrollably. At first he thought she was just enjoying the sex but realised that she was crying.

“What’s wrong? Is it painful?” Mr Tan asked.

“Please. Take it out, uncle.” Faye sobbed.

“Don’t worry. It will become less painful. You are going to enjoy this.” Mr Tan bent forwards, kissing Faye again.

By now, Faye has given up and lost all resistance. As Mr Tan started to fuck her, her love hole expanded and adapted to his cock. It became less painful as her walls started to fill with her love juice. She felt it only slightly at first, but the tingly, pleasurable feelings emanating from her love hole got stronger. Without realising initially, she was moaning softly in pleasure. Instead of pushing Mr Tan away, her hand moved around his fat body, hugging him tightly. Her head sank in between his man boobs, her cheeks brushing against his sparse chest hair. What she found lubricous just moments ago, was looking sexier to her by the minute.

She lifted one of her legs over Mr Tan’s ass, positioning herself so that his cock can enter even deeper into her. She sighed with satisfaction, as Mr Tan pushed deeper and harder in the new position. She could feel his cock thrusting with ease through her love tunnel. Her love juices were flowing uncontrollably all over his cock.

“I am getting so soaking wet for you.” Faye whispered seductively. She felt herself falling in love with the older man.

Mr Tan grunted in response. He rammed his cock hard into Faye for the final time, erupting his love seed into her. “I will soak you in my cum, again and again, little girl.” 

[slashersteve]

THIS KISS

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

warning/extra tags: cursing, angst tm, understandable trust issues, my oc timothy taylor from just friends makes a comeback aslasjlaja, cheating but not actual cheating, break-up, beta read by the bestie, edited by me

note: first fic of the new year! happy 2023 everyone! i was inspired by a scene in that 70s show during my 1000th rewatch. Anyways, peep the short (well shorter than usual) imagine format I’m trying :) Thank you for reading and enjoy ♥️

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It was one kiss. One measly kiss that you didn't even really return when it happened. And yet, Steve kept bringing it up whenever he could. You understood why he reacted this way, considering his past relationship's ending was somewhat similar. He was very clearly masking his hurt with a failed attempt at humor of the situation, but it didn’t make his words hurt any less.

Because of this, you let his comments slide. You didn't say anything when he would say 'oh where you'd learn that? Timmy T?' after you tried something new with your tongue when you kissed. Or the time he had joked lamely and said ‘you’re not going to kiss him again, right?’ when he found out you were on a late shift with Tim at your job (because of course the guy was still your co-worker).

In your defense, you and Steve were not together when it happened, as in when Timothy Taylor kissed you. In fact, the words break and up were apart of Steve’s vocabulary of your conversation before it happened, words straight out of his own mouth. You would have never let Tim kiss you when he asked had you and Steve still been together. So, the short kiss came from a broken heart more than anything else. And also, it had been quite sometime since that kiss, since your first break-up as well, and you didn’t know how much more comments you could handle.

It felt a little silly when you couldn’t bring yourself to confront him when he said those stupid things, you'd roll your eyes to show your irritation, but you never actually said anything to him. Eventually though, it could no longer be avoided.

Steve and you were in your bedroom, his body halfway on top of yours, one leg slotted between your thighs. You hardly got time like this together anymore, with both of you working long hours. You were on cloud nine, having missed Steve and his kisses. You could stay underneath him forever if you could, just him holding you or you holding him. It was your personal heaven, one might say…until he pulled away from your lips with a torn expression on his features.

“God- I’m sorry…but it’s like every time I kiss you all I think about is how your tongue was down Taylor’s throat,” he had said, crawling off of you and settling on the edge of his bed with a sigh.

You were still disoriented, barely registering what he had just said and you were leaning upwards on your elbows, eyebrows furrowing as you asked him to repeat himself.

He sighed again, bringing his hand upward to push his brown strands of hair out of his face before he turned his head to rest his eyes on you, “Your stupid kiss with Taylor- I don’t know if you noticed but I just can’t get over it.”

You gave him a look because you doubted he hadn't noticed that you've noticed- as he hadn’t exactly been hiding it, but ignoring that you sat up, fixing your skirt as you did so and replied, “I already told you I was sorry, Steve, and it didn't mean anything.”

You were frowning at him, and he started to frown deeper too, making your heart clench in your chest that this was bothering him so much and understanding why, but still feeling like he was taking it too far.

“Yeah, I remember…it’s just- I can’t get past it okay? I think about it all the time, and you working with him still- I mean the nerve of him-“ Steve started to ramble, and you pressed your lips together, moving to actually sit next to him.

“He’s nobody to me,” you tried to tell him.

You felt the sarcastic remark coming before he even said it.

“Oh he was totally nobody to you when you and him frenched in front of theater 3,” he said, then laughed bitterly. Your jaw tightened at this, and you were moving to stand. He lifted his head to look at you.

“Would you stop saying stupid shit like that?” You demanded, “I told you I was sorry- but I honestly don’t see why I have to be. You broke up with me…we weren’t together for two weeks or did you just forget that part?”

His eyes widened slightly, and he started to say, “Hey! I didn’t want to break up with you, though! I told you…”

You huffed, “But you still did- you know what Steve, I’m sick of you shaming me, news flash I already feel guilty enough even though I shouldn’t have to!”

He dropped his head at your words as if in defeat, an exasperated breath releasing from his lips. You crossed your arms, feeling your eyes well up at the next thing you knew you had to say because you felt like you were at a breaking point.

“I think we should break up…again,”you stated, voice as steady as possible. That made him look up at you, eyebrows furrowing and brown eyes finding your serious ones. He opened his mouth to speak, to probably protest as his eyes became frantic, but you were shaking your head, "You should go, Steve."

"Wait- wait," Steve tried, head following yours as you walked toward your door, pulling it open to indicate further that you request was more like a demand. He stood up, walking toward you and said, "Can we at least talk about this more? Breaking up- I don't..."

He was in a loss of words, clearly not expecting the conversation to end this way. You tightened your jaw, moreso to fight the tears that threatened to well up in your eyes, not wanting Steve to see them. He seemed to have your same reaction, except he wasn't trying to mask it like you. His eyes were growing slightly watery as he met your pointed expression. Then, he dropped his head, causing some strands of his hair falling forward, and he sucked in a tight breath before stepping past you into your hallway.

You followed after him, sticking by the entrance to the hallway as you watched him pick up his things and leave. He did spare you another glance, heartbreak written all over his features that threatened to make you march over and hold him. You didn't do it though, holding your ground and needing him to understand how serious this was. Then, he turned and he left without another word.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes that he kicked off by your front door, he'd just grabbed them and left the house with a soft slam of your front door.

That was when you started to cry. It wasn't intense, it wasn't angry, it was just sad. Tears just slipped down your cheeks as you went back into your room, and sat on your bed with your head in your hands.

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You missed Steve. Terribly. And if you were missing him, then he was missing you too.

It had only been a few days, close to a week since you brought your relationship to an end. And it hurt. You had felt a sort of numbness, seeing as most of the things in your home had reminded you of him. Some of his shirts were still there, sitting in a drawer in your bedroom (And he had some of yours too), photographs you've taken together, gifts, and your favorite...notes he had given you still pinned up on your mirror like you were still a high schooler in love.

It wasn't like your prior break-up, which was insanely messier and made you more angry than the melancholic feeling that was there to stay heavy in your chest.

The truth was, you desperately loved Steve, and everything about him. You didn't want it to end like this, you didn't want it to all come to an end because of something like this. You and him...you had been through too much to let this situation that could be fixed ruin your relationship. You wanted him back, badly, but you weren't entirely sure on how to tell him that, feeling stupid crawling back to him after you were the one who broke it off.

Then again, he had come back to you. You decided, after another day of post break-up depression that you weren't going to let him go, or at least not let it end this way that left a bad taste in your mouth and your stomach in knots. You had to at least try and hope Steve wants to too.

Steve hadn't expected to see you coming into the Family Video Store. He himself had been in shambles, still in quite disbelief that you ended it with him. He had hardly been getting sleep, everyone around him had pointed out, especially Robin whom he told about what happened the very next day.

She was also in shock to hear it, but after Steve had told her why, Robin seemed to understand completely why you had...and Steve did too. He'd been beating himself over it for days now, like he knew the things he was saying were stupid and mean, and unfair because you were broken up when it happened, but it's like something takes over him whenever it catches the opportunity to remind you of it. He hated it. He hated it when he said them, he hated it when you would frown at him and become visibly hurt. And yet, he couldn't help it.

Very clearly his behavior from coming from a broken heart, perhaps one that hadn't quite healed since his relationship with Nancy.

Not that he still loved her, no, that was long gone...long over, but the aftermath still affected him in a way he didn't expect it to. In a way that didn't show itself until recently when he saw you and Timothy Taylor kissing in that theater when he wanted to talk you about your relationship, which was stupidly stopping him from seeking you out right now...afraid he'd see that again. He hated his brain sometimes.

So, it was a surprise, a relief even, when he heard the door open and lifted his head to see it was you. He stopped stacking videos almost instantly.

You looked breathless, and tired too, but more importantly, you looked determined, especially when your eyes found his. His heart practically swelled up in his chest as you approached him with urgency in your step.

"Steve-"

He said your name at the same time you said his, the tone of both your voices breathless and colliding with one another. You just stared at each other afterwards, as if unsure who should speak first. Steve did, just as you opened your mouth again to speak.

"I miss you," he said, then shut his mouth quickly, embarrassed because what if you'd just come to tell him to pick his stuff from your house? And to ask for your stuff back as well? He just blurted it out, and swallowed thickly, feeling his cheeks heat up and turn red.

But then, you had said you missed him too.

And as Steve stood there, still processing that you had told him it back, you were walking around the center counter of the video store and joining him behind it. When you were close enough, you said, "I don't want to be broken up, okay? I know I broke it off, and I probably sound stupid-"

"No!" Steve quickly said, shaking his head, "No, no you don't sound stupid."

He wanted to tell you so many things, wanted to bare his soul to you in the way he should've instead of making those stupid, snide comments whenever given the chance. He wanted to tell you how he actually felt about the kiss and why he felt that way, because then you could talk and properly get passed it. Like what you had thought, you and him had been through so much, like surviving three separate attacks from interdimensional creatures who wanted you for their next meal, to let something like this destroy your relationship.

Before he could get the chance to, not caring that you were in the middle of the video store where a group of girls just waltz in making it almost full, not caring that they would hear him confide in you this like he wanted to, like he should've the day you ended things with him, you were speaking.

“I have an idea, okay? If we can't get past this... just kiss some other girl, I won’t be mad I swear,” you said, making Steve's brows furrow with confusion, “We’re broken up right now, everyone knows it so I can’t be mad. So just…kiss any girl you want.”

You were gesturing around the store and all Steve could do was stare at you. You wanted him to kiss another girl? He was not expecting that to come out of your mouth, not at all, and he was genuinely taken back by this.

“Are you…are you serious?” Steve asked more out of shock than excitement, which your saddened expression made him think you mistook it for excitement to kiss somebody else.

You nodded sadly before you sucked in a breath, and said in a bleak tone, as if wanting to sound unbothered, “Any girl okay? In this store, in this town. Anyone.”

He blinked, still in disbelief that you’d just said that and he absentmindedly did look around the video store, eyes finding the group of girls that were around both of your ages that had just entered the video store. Two of them had looked over at him, flashing him flirtatious smiles as they must've heard you.

He pressed his lips together, and looked back at you. You weren’t looking at him anymore, your gaze set at the girls as well after following his quick glance. You were very clearly bothered as you more than likely wondered which one he had chosen in the span of the 3 seconds he'd been looking at them.

Steve shook his head before he was reaching forward, gently grasping your chin and making you turn your head to him. Before you could react, before you could even really make eye contact with him, Steve was leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

He felt you go still against his lips as he kissed you softly, fingers still holding your chin upward. After a few seconds, Steve was leaning away and said with a smile on lips in the softest his voice had ever been, "I choose you."

You were visibly taken back by this, looking up at him as your eyes began to shine.

In fact, your heart was actually fluttering in your chest, body once overcome with melancholy turned into nothing but pure warmth for Steve. You hadn't expected it to to this way, you’re mind overcome with heartbreak convincing you this would be the only way to rekindle your relationship.

That didn't matter anymore though, because Steve had chose to kiss you and you wanted to melt on the spot. It felt very similar to how it felt when your friend Steve had kissed you for the first time and you became something more. His brown stare just as intense underneath his thick lashes, but there was something stronger underlying them. You don’t know why you expected him to kiss another girl because despite everything, you were always aware that Steve desperately loved you too...as if you ever should've doubted it.

It was a nice reminder too that Steve Harrington still had his overtly romantic charm to him, and it was all you found yourself commenting about with a blissful smile growing on your lips.

"That...that was so romantic," you said, voice still breathless but this time because he had taken your breath away. Steve chuckled softly, eyes flickering downward to look at the smile on yours lip, having missed seeing it these past days since your break-up.

"I mean it," he told you, moving his hand to gently cup your cheek, his eyes growing serious, "I choose you."

And you knew, even if he hadn't of kissed you, that he meant it. You nodded, and told him that you would always choose him too.

Then, it was you who was kissing him, pressing your lips tenderly against his the way you always did, but there was a sort of desperateness behind it fueled by being apart. Steve kissed you back with just as much intensity, like you were in private and not in the middle of his job. This time you did melt into his lips and arms.

The two girls Steve had initially glanced at turned away with frown on their lips, a handful gave a double take as if they were aghast by such a sight, and a man holding some tapes had rolled his eyes and knocked on the counter impatiently.

Steve opened one eye, lips still connected to yours, and he leaned away as he told him he was on break. You laughed, and pulled his lips back to yours with little care of the audience. The man left after that, tossing the tapes aside and you were quite sure that Steve was probably going to get a stern talking to by Keith about PDA in the workplace.

And you two would talk as well, Steve would tell you what he wanted to before, and you would listen and talk through it with him. Because that's what people in love should do when things get hard, especially if they don't want to let the other go.

[humairahhh]

I want to experience this:

I felt a little mentally tired today so I decided to come back home early. I told few of the most trusted doctors at my hospital to take over for the rest of the day.

I exited the building and spotted my pink car parked near by in the garage. I unlock the car and hop inside before starting the engine that roars alive.

As I enter my shared home with my husband, I smile, knowing Daddy didn't come home yet and I can plan a little surprise for him. Exhausted, I walk to our en suite bathroom and undress to hope into my warm bath.

Don't get me wrong, I love being a doctor with a degree who owns one of the best hospitals in the world but sometimes I just miss and want to be a cute little house wife for Daddy, who wears tiny little dresses and who cooks for him. Who waits for him to come home for dinner. Who removes his coat when he steps foot inside.

After washing my body and hair thoroughly, I grab my white towel that was hung on a bar near the bath tub. I want to wear something spicy so daddy gets so pleased when he sees me. I walk to my lingeries and silk robes drawer and I run my fingertips across the fabrics. Nothing seems to satisfy my need to wear something spicy. The lingerie are all so revealing and sexy but I want something somewhat different.

I get an idea.

I go to my drawer which has all my lab coats that I sometimes wear at the hospital but not anymore since two years ago, I own a hospital. I take out a lab coat and I visualize how I'd look in it without anything beneath. The hem is too long. I take a scissors to cut an inch or two from the hem of the coat so it's shorter.

I remove my towel and wear the lab coat with nothing underneath. Sexy. Spicy. I like it. I look at the clock on the wall and it's a little later than usual. Daddy had dinner with his friends. No problem for me, I don't even it much in night anyway.

An hour of boredom later, I hear the doorknob twist and I practically jump of the couch to greet daddy at the door. He opens the door and enters. I hum him and I look at his face. "You look tired." I state.

"Oh, princess Humairah, no, I'm not very tired, it's just that my back aches." He replies before planting a kiss on my forehead.

"Well, daddy, you know I'm good at back massaging. I'm going to massage you. C'mon." I say without waiting for a response before pulling him by his hand towards our bedroom.

In the bedroom, I unbutton his shirt and I drag him to the bed and he lies on his stomach, giving up on me. I sit on the small of his back and my hands go for his shoulder blades. Then his spine. Then his shoulder.

After giving an amazing massage, I go on my fours to give Daddy space to move to lie on his back. After he does, I sit on his kind of hard cock. He's wearing pants but not for long. I bounce a little and daddy groans. Daddy's hands grip my waist in place before he finally notices my outfit and he says "Oh my little doctor, fuck, you're so sexy. You shouldn't wear outfits like yours, your patient might get a little... impatient."

I smile seductively before leaning down and pinning my hands above his head, our faces now mear inches apart. "But, daddy, you're my only patient for the rest of my shift."

"Then I guess you're going to have a long shift," he growls before turning us so I'm down and he's up. My hands are now around the back of his neck and his left hand is wrapped around my throat, his right forearm above my head.

I pull him closer and he growls again before kissing me. His tongue begs for permission to enter my mouth from my lips but my lips stay sealed. Daddy, not happy with my response, pinches my nipple and so I gasp, giving his tongue access.

He devours my mouth before giving sloppy kisses to my jawline, the crook of my neck. He rips the lab coat. He gives open mouth kisses to my shoulder, my collarbones, my boob. Then he sucks my left nipple and kneads my right tit.

I moan as he bites my nipple so he leans back a little and murmurs "That's it, baby, scream. Let the world know you're mine." He licks my nipple to soothe it and then he leans back completely, admiring my now purple nipple. He leans to feast on my right nipple.

I moan loudly as I feel a finger rubbing hard against my clit. Then two. My moans only go louder. Daddy leaves my nipple with a wet pop and goes lower, straight to my pussy. He smirks at me and says "My slut, you're so wet already. So eager to please me."

I nod because I am. I'm so eager to please him. My hands find his head when he darts a tongue out and licks me. He flicks his tongue in and out. Then he sucks on my clit and fuck, I'm so close already.

"I'm so close, daddy, please!" I moan and daddy nods.

"Cum for me, baby." He says and so I do.

Daddy stands up and starts to remove his belt and unbutton his pants. "I'm going to breed your young cunt. I'll cum my way to your fertile womb on and on until I'm sure you're bred with my kids. I'm going to make you a mum. You will have my kids."

Part 2?

[thatanimewriter]

𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵!

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❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞. ❞ ──   𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘢  𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘹 𝘨𝘯. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

you are the heir to a well-known doll company. ironically, you’re just as small as one. at ouran academy, you help out at the host club as a host yourself, creating dolls of your clients upon their request. though it seems it's not just the guests who admire your work...

── 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵

𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"welcome!" the boys greeted as haruhi stepped into the club room - late, might i add. you came through holding some baskets of fruit, ignoring the mass of shirtless boys nearby.

"you finally made it, haruhi, you're so late," the twins teased monotonously.

"i could be wrong, but my calendar says it's still early spring," haruhi mumbled, checking her pocket calendar.

"cuddling under a kotatsu table fearing the cold is nonsense!" tamaki exclaimed while honey and mori ran around in the background. "and besides, the heating system we have here is... the best!"

"do you have a problem with the way we run our club, haruhi?" kyoya inquired. "be careful what you say, you owe us 8 million yen, remember?" haruhi gasped in surprise, thinking about the broken vase in horror.

"gentlemen don't bundle up in bulky clothing," you said, mimicking Tamaki, earning a chuckle from mori and kyoya and a laughing fit from honey and the twins. once more, mori set off with honey on his shoulders

"it may be chilly early spring out there in the real world, but here at the club, we want to surprise our chilly little kittens with a warm tropical paradise." tamaki wrapped an arm around haruhi. "oh, yes! we've turned this place into nirvana!" the longer tamaki spoke, the more club members zoned out. you finished placing the fruit on each member's table and went into the changerooms, finding your balinese outfit hanging on the wall.

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you inwardly cringed at tamaki's successful attempts at swooning his guests.

"oh, yes. i almost forgot to mention to you ladies. next week, the ouran host club is sponsoring a party," tamaki commented.

"we're throwing a party?" haruhi asked, turning around.

"what kind of party is it going to be? is it going to be formal?" one of the twin's guests inquired.

"yes, in fact, we've rented the school's largest hall," hikaru responded.

"it's the perfect place for dancing," kaoru added.

hikaru moved closer to his brother, "but i really wanted to spend some alone time with you, kaoru."

"don't be upset, hikaru. i know exactly how you feel." at their interactions, their guests lost composure, fangirling over the dynamic.

"the guests seem to be more worked up than they usually are," haruhi noted.

"showing some skin proves popular with the ladies," kyoya replied, scribbling in his notebook.

"so, are you the one who came up with this tropical paradise idea?" she wondered.

"he has no decision-making authority. all of the club's policies have been laid out by the club's king, tamaki," you answered, standing beside haruhi. "but, i guess there's no harm in saying that kyoya slipped a bali photobook onto tamaki's desk."

"ta-da!" honey exclaimed, presenting his balinese flowers draped around his neck. "hi, ladies! i love these balinese flowers! we had them flown in!" mori walked past holding a pineapple. "takashi!" honey crawled up his cousin's body and threw an identical necklace over his head. "there! we match!"

"very cute, boys," you commented with a small smile.

"[name]! do you want one, too?" the shorter boy asked.

"oh, well..." you put a finger to your chin, "if you don't mind..." the guests sitting with the pair gushed over your actions as honey placed another necklace around your neck. as you were about to leave, mori tapped your shoulder, making you turn around once more. he gently placed a stray flower behind your ear and ruffled your hair with a nearly unnoticeable smile. "thanks, takashi!"

he hummed in response, "yeah."

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"hey, boss! why don't you stop eating that commoner's ramen and come over here to help us with the party planning," hikaru suggested.

"does it really bother you that princess kasuga has taken a liking to haruhi?" you asked gently.

"he shouldn't be surprised, she's had the illness for a while, now, hasn't she?" kyoya commented.

"what illness?" haruhi wondered, causing the twins to slide over to her.

"she's got the host hopping disease," hikaru began.

"a.k.a, the never-the-same-boy-twice disease," kaoru finished.

"usually our customers choose a favourite host and then see them regularly. however, princess kanako tends to change her favourites; on a regular basis," kyoya explained monotonously.

"that's right! because before she was with you she was with tama-chan," honey added cheerfully.

"oh. so, he's upset because i took her from him?" haruhi asked blankly.

"shut up! i couldn't care less! i'm running out of patience!" tamaki exclaimed. "haruhi! it's time you started dressing like a girl!"

"huh?"

"i don't understand how you could be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady! no one in the entire school knows the truth except for those of us here!" he complained, completely outraged.

"yeah, she opted out of taking gym classes," hikaru said.

"and the attendance numbers are all mixed together, so no one can tell," kaoru added.

you jumped when tamaki suddenly pulled out a middle school photo of haruhi in a large golden frame. "the more i look at this picture, the more amazed i am," hikaru commented. "how could this possibly become that?" the entire club turned to haruhi as she explained the struggles of getting gum out of long hair.

"i can confirm. it is a pain," you said, turning to mori and gently taking his hand in yours to grab his attention. he turned to face you, squeezing your hand lightly to signify he was listening. "i've got to head home, now. fill me in when things get sorted out?"

"mhm," he replied, releasing your hand as you went to gather your things.

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you opened the doors to the club, followed by a boy carrying tea sets.

"hello? i'm here with the new teacups you ordered," the boy announced.

"ah. thank you very much," kyoya responded. "every item you've chosen for us has been extremely popular with the ladies. i'm quite impressed."

"well, that's good to hear," the boy answered.

"so, do you sell tea sets?" haruhi questioned, walking over to the pair.

"no, i'm just a regular student. can't you tell by the uniform?"

you eyed them as they conversed, returning to your station you had temporarily set up to finish the doll you'd been working on. softly combing through the synthetic hair, you began sticking it onto the head that was covered in glad wrap. from afar, mori watched as you created the wig that would later be properly attached to the doll. oddly enough, he didn't recognise the hair colour as a guest of yours, or anyone's, really. pulling up a chair beside you, he noticed a small mp3 player beside you, and a single earbud tucked into your ear. taking the other, he scooted closer to you and put the earbud in his ear, watching in silence as you worked.

"aren't you gonna participate in whatever antics are going on with the others?" you wondered, gently laying more wefts of hair onto the scalp of the blank doll, not taking your eyes off your work.

"hm," he responded, and though it was only a short hum, you knew he wasn't interested in tamaki's scheming, or in this case, sulking. "who's this?"

you turned to him briefly, taking in the gentle gaze that he seemed to always hold for yourself and honey before turning back to your work. "just a random project, it's nothing specific." mori arched an eyebrow almost microscopically at your hesitance, but didn't question further. his eyes seemed to brighten as a new song came on, one that you often listened to when the both of you would study together in comfortable silence, though while it tended to bring a smile to his face at the thought of all the memories and times you'd spent together, he couldn't help but notice a distant - almost sad - look in your eyes as you worked.

glancing at the drawing you'd done as a concept, he observed the various blemishes and chips along the doll's body. of course, he knew you'd paint them on, you would never dare destroy the doll's body itself, that was absolute sacrilege in your mind. the longer he looked at it, the more he found that the texture you'd shaded onto the skin on your concept drawing looked a lot like concrete, or even bone with how broken the doll seemed to look. and yet, there was only one thing that seemed to come to mind for him.

"beautiful."

your gaze flicked to him and you quickly realised what he was referring to. what you'd been working on was far from your usual style, since the girls at the host club often wanted to be portrayed the most heavenly as possible, flawless in every way, and though you knew mori would be one of your biggest supporters - alongside family and honey - his reaction still surprised you.

"thank you, takashi," you said, allowing him to keep looking over your sketch, fully taking in all the detail that the host club's guests didn't allow for and a gentle smile graced his lips at the thought of you being able to use this design to refresh your skills in painting, but he'd made a mental note to come back to the forlorn look behind your eyes.

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"it is so good to see you here tonight, my little lambs," tamaki began, "the ouran host club would like to bid you... welcome." a spotlight fell upon his figure as he bowed for the audience gathered in one of the academy's biggest halls. then, one by one, each chandelier that hung from the ceiling lit up, showing the crowd of predominantly women, and cueing the orchestra to begin playing. as applause reverberated through the room, the hosts that were placed on equal intervals on the staircase rose to full height, tamaki being top and centre.

"as always, ladies, the host club members are here for your entertainment, so we invite you to dance to your heart's content. based on her dancing skills, one lucky lady will be chosen as tonight's queen. the queen's reward will be a passionate kiss on the cheek from our king," kyoya explained, oddly chipper considering the expenses necessary to put on such a function.

"good luck to you, my darlings," tamaki said, causing girls left and right to swoon and squeal, in some cases faint.

the twins slid over to haruhi, who was hunched over herself and looking rather sick of it already, not that she could be blamed. "haruhi, show some enthusiasm," they chided.

"well excuse me, you guys, sorry. i'm not used to this sort of thing," haruhi explained, "i've only ever gone to the festivals held in my neighborhood park."

"i don't know if you can really consider that a party or not..." you mumbled to yourself, standing beside a mori with a honey sitting atop his shoulders.

"well, since you're already here you might as well get yourself something to eat," kyoya suggested, writing in his iconic black notebook.

"we've got quite a spread," you encouraged, which seemed to cheer haruhi up just a little bit.

"a spread?" she asked, "with fancy tuna?" she asked innocently. kyoya's pen snapped - god knows how much strength that took - and the whole club seemed shocked.

"fancy tuna?!" they exclaimed. tamaki flipped himself over the stairs onto the level the rest of the club were standing on as haruhi went red with embarrassment, getting snuggled by both hikaru and kaoru, who were rubbing their cheeks against her hair with tears in their eyes.

"get some fancy tuna here right now!" tamaki demanded.

"add some deluxe sushi," kyoya spoke into his phone.

you sighed at their doting. "now that that's out of the way... you boys should head onto the dance floor. you shouldn't keep these lovely ladies waiting," you said.

as they separated and took the hands of various women waiting for a dance, you hid away in the dressing room, setting up the supplies that hikaru and kaoru had brought and making sure haruhi's dress was properly steamed and ready to go.

"thanks, [name]," a chorus of voices said, making you turn to face the hosts, bar tamaki, mori and honey.

"no problem, i'm assuming kasuga has arrived?" you wondered.

"mori-senpai and honey-senpai should be bringing haruhi now-"

just as kyoya spoke, a whirlwind of bodies came through the door and mori set down haruhi from his grasp.

"you didn't have to be so forceful," haruhi complained.

"never mind that, go get changed," hikaru retorted.

"yeah!" honey added, pushing haruhi into the curtained off section for her to change.

"a little accident towards the end of the night would be quite thrilling," kyoya commented, "and remember haruhi, there are only 20 minutes remaining before the party reaches its climax."

"suzushima is already waiting for you in the classroom across the hall," you informed.

as haruhi pulled back the curtain and sat in the makeup chair, you gently folded her suit, making sure it was neat for when she changed back.

"you have to ask him how he feels, ok?" honey said.

"uhhh, we know this is the boss' strategy, but it's kind of unsettling," the twins stated, working their magic onto haruhi's face until the doors burst open once again.

"gentlemen! here you all are, what are you doing?" tamaki exclaimed, "the guests are waiting for-" he abruptly stopped talking when he caught sight of haruhi, donning a lovely light pink dress and wig eerily similar to the hairstyle she had before she cut her hair.

"so? what do you think?" the twins asked, happy with their handiwork.

"wow, you look so cute!" honey complimented as the club watched haruhi walk awkwardly around the room.

"my face feels heavy and it's hard to walk in these shoes," she complained, heading down the hall to meet suzushima.

"good luck, haruhi!" the twins cheered, watching her disappear down the dark unlit corridors.

"i can't believe... she's so pretty," tamaki mumbled, staring in adoration from behind the twins.

you sighed and stood by honey, turning him to face you gently as you smoothed out his blazer. "there, all cute again," you said, giving him a smile.

"thanks [nickname]-chan!"

as you inspected mori, you did the same, gently tugging on the bottom of his blazer to straighten any crinkles from impromptu kidnapping haruhi. "takashi," you muttered, eyeing his wonky ribbon tie. understanding your request, he knelt down for you to reach it, letting you shift it enough to centre it again. "look at you, all stoic and handsome," you teased as he stood again.

he smiled lightly at the gesture. "hm."

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yourself and the host club smiled as you onlooked kasuga and suzushima dance together under the pale moonlight, as did the guests, though you couldn't help but notice the bananas that the twins had somehow sourced for themselves.

"ah, may this awkward couple forever be blessed!" tamaki exclaimed, extending his arms out extravagantly.

"and now we'll announce the queen of the ball!" hikaru began.

"congratulations princess kanako kasugazaki!" kaoru finished, earning a loud applause from the guests.

"and for her reward, a kiss on the cheek from the king!" hikaru reminded.

tamaki brought his arms in, placing a hand under his chin in a tick shape. "you ready?" he asked flirtatiously.

"haruhi fujioka will stand in for tamaki!" kaoru said, shocking both haruhi and tamaki.

"kyoya did say that a little accident towards the end of the night might make the evening more thrilling for everyone," the twins added in unison as tamaki looked between them relentlessly.

"there's no way i can kiss her," haruhi grumbled.

"if you do it, we'll cut your debt by one third," kyoya bribed.

"well it is just a peck on the cheek..."

as haruhi descended the stairs, honey brought up an odd thought. "hey, you don't think this is haru-chan's first kiss, do you?"

"what?" tamaki asked breathlessly. as haruhi gently cupped kasuga's face, tamaki came charging towards them. "wait, haruhi!" but in classic hitachiin twin fashion, a banana peel had been left on the stairway for tamaki to slip on, accidentally pushing haruhi and kasuga into a proper kiss, shocking suzushima and the two girls, who quickly jumped away from each other and ignored tamaki, who lay flat on the floor.

the squeals of girls deafened everyone's ears, but you were soon distracted by that as honey jumped onto mori, opting to sit on his shoulders again. you glanced at them innocently as they smiled down at you and mori's hand came to rest on your shoulder as you onlooked the scene below.

[russellsppttemplates]

Pierre's pregnant wife cuddling him on the plane and falling asleep on him bc he's super soft and comfy in those hoodies and he being all protective of her meanwhile, shushing everyone speaking too loud bc she's a bit under the weather and needs rest. Total papa bear mode🥹I love everything u write.

Tw: pregnancy

The race had gone well for Pierre, the results having picked up throughout the season as the development of the car started coming together with the whole situation, so naturally everyone on the plane was excited. You decided to travel with some of the team since you were all going to the same place anyway, sitting next to Pierre while he had his hand on your bump, "has he been good today?", he asked, "yes, it was alright, quite good even. I was able to have the soup they had, also some bread and some sort of a sweet pastry", you recalled, "and I did not feel nauseous once!", you smiled, snuggling into his chest, "but you're still tired, I see", Pierre said as he held you close to him, "if the weekends were tiring before, imagine when you have a little one to take care of too", you giggled, finally finding a good position as you closed your eyes, the way Pierre's fingers were combing through your hair making you even sleepier as your replies got shorter until he heard your soft snores.

"Hey, Anna, could you get me one of those blankets, please? And my hoodie as well if you can", Pierre asked one of the media team's manager, seeing as she got up and walked near where he had those things, "there you go", she smiled, "thanks", he said as he adjusted the blanket as best as he could around you, Anna giving him a hand as he couldn't really move much of his arm that was around you, "thank you, she has been very tired, I don't even know if it was a good idea for her to come to a GP so far", he wondered out loud, "I think she loved it still, she was always talking to everyone, only difference was that she would carry a chair around with her so she could sit, and I honestly think it is an amazingly clever strategy, I think I might adopt it".

The results were good, so naturally, everyone was excited and speaking a little louder than usual, and while Pierre enjoyed and appreciated that they were having a good time, he just about stretched his neck enough to talk to them, "guys,can you keep it a bit quieter, please? Y/N is asleep and she has been having trouble resting, so if you could just lower your voice a little, please, I don't want her to wake up so soon", he asked gently, everyone nodding and apologising, while you snuggled further, making Pierre kiss the top of your head, "sleep tight, mes amours".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[coichii]

Mario kart and cuddles - HAN JISUNG

pairing: han x gn!reader

genre: fluff (ofc) hurt/comfort if you squint

word count: 0.6k

warnings: nothing I could think of

A/N : I don’t really like this😭 it’s shorter than I would’ve liked but I couldn’t think of any ideas for him and it was making mad🙁

You finally returned home after a long and grueling day at work. Your boss was all over you, giving you piles of extra work since two of your co workers didn’t show up today. To add onto that, it was your week to deal with the new batch of interns, and they were extremely hard to navigate and work with.

All you wanted to do was lay down and cuddle with your boyfriend. Today was a rare chance to be with him this early in the day, since he usually stayed at the dorms or at the studio. You were really happy to get some alone time with him, but your job kept that from happening.

You swiftly put down your bag, not bothering to make something to eat, and headed straight to your bathroom to take a shower. Before you take your shower, you check to see if Han is awake, not surprised to see that he was up playing games on his switch.

After you take your shower, you put on a (his) hoodie and some pajama pants before joining him on the bed and snuggling into his side.

“How was your day baby?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of the screen. The thoughts of how stressful work was flooded back into your head, causing you to groan which made Han giggle a little.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you whined, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Want to play some Mario kart against me? Maybe it’ll help you take your mind off of things” he suggested, handing you your controller. At first, you wanted to say no and just sleep, but his eyes were tempting and so you agreed.

◂—♥︎—▸

“Yes! I finally beat you” you exclaim, shooting up from the bed and childishly mocking your boyfriend, who was staring at the screen in disbelief.

It’s been about, 20 minutes since he first suggested the idea to you. He had beaten you in the 4 previous rounds, but you were getting irritated so you decided to mess with him by giving him a quick kiss to his cheek which flustered him so badly that you could take the lead. It might have been just a little but his reaction was worth it.

“That’s not fair! You cheated” Han pouted, still blushing from earlier. You found this undeniably hilarious and cute, pinching his cheeks to his dismay and making him groan.

“As long as you’re feeling better, I don’t mind” He said, lying back down on the bed.

“You did make me feel better, thank you.” You replied, laying your head on his chest. You watched as he powered off his switch, placed it to the side, and gave his full attention to you.

“You don’t have to thank me, it’s my job. Now you should get some sleep ok baby?” He suggested, turning off the light. You tried to close your eyes and sleep, but after 10 minutes, you were still awake. You started to get frustrated and tightened your grip on him, and Han picked up on this.

“Whats wrong?” He asked, looking in your tired eyes. You explained to him that you were struggling to sleep, so he started to rub your hair and tell you about the small details of his day. He knew that listening to his voice helped calm you down, so he went through everything he could think of to talk about. This ranged from his day, to the latest anime he watched, to all the things he loved about you when he thought you were sleeping. (You were NOT sleeping and teased him about this in the morning)

You fell asleep not long after, soothed by his gentle voice and comforting hold.

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