#kind of suggestive but at the same time not

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Kind of a request if you're taking those <3 Feel free to just vibe with me abt it tho instead lolll Idk how up to date you are with everything, but Katsuki's heart recovery and all that. Tbhhh I'm a little lost on it bc I'm not perfectly up to date with it all and have vague idea of it. But I feel like with the whole having to keep himself calm and stuff for his heart, he'd probably never really be 100% back to being able to constantly do things the way he was before. Like he'd have to take a day to relax his heart every once in a while when it's too overworked even when he's a pro. Imagine having to have him stay home when you notice his behavior's a little off. Like he's not acting feisty or trying to get into little play fights with you, because he's trying to stay calm without telling you. Idkkk, it's kinda cute to me (not the idea of a heart injury!) having him have to reluctantly take a day off bc you forced him to. Just turning on a corny little movie he grumbles about while cuddling with him. Or making him relax with you in anyway you can think of because you're not letting him leave yours sight until he starts feeling more okay.

heartbeat, my heartbeat..! ♡

synopsis : katsuki's stuck at home, and that sucks. but he's stuck at home with you, and that sucks way less.

an. okay twin first of all so sorry this is a really old ask i actually LOVED this ask sm...but then tumblr literally deleted my og draft and it made me lose inspo forever :> soz!!! i hope this makes up for it and that you enjoyed bc YOU KNOW I LOVE THIS!!!

cw. LIGHT MHA MANGA SPOILERS !! fluff, maybe a teeny bit suggestive ? kissing n smooches ! and into the spiderverse being my favourite movie, theres a little references to the movie towards the end :3

"you got a problem with your bladder today, too ?"

"...the hell are you on about ?"

katsuki scowls, looking down at you in surprise, his thumb rubbing your arm slows to a stop.

"oh katsuki, i'm not stupid. you've been to the bathroom like ten times since the movie started. if you wanted to watch another movie you could've said that." you giggle, desperately trying to hold in your laughter when he flushes at your accusations.

your boyfriend squints "...shut up an' watch your movie." he dodges, scoffing when you laugh.

katsuki's heartbeat is slightly irregular today, and you're watching spiderman into the spiderverse.

it's just slightly off beat, just a bit...off. not exactly in tune with your own when you try to match your breathing.

thump...ba-dump.....thump

just slightly off.

to him, it doesn't matter. it never does, because as long as he can keep moving he's good to go. as long as he could keep standing and as long as he was breathing nothing was impossible for him.

clearly, you don't think the same as him, you're watching spiderman across the spiderverse again.

it's a good movie, the best movie (in your humble opinion). and you're only watching it because katsuki had grumpily told you to "just pick whatever." when choosing a movie for your impromptu chill day but it's almost become a ritual of sorts, whenever katsuki gets a sick heart day, this has always been the movie you put on.

you've completely memorised the script by now but you're still just as excited about it. katsuki thinks that's the only good thing about being stuck in the house like this.

years ago, doctors had told him that while him surviving what he'd been through was a miracle, he was still only human. and being human meant giving his heart a break once in a while. once in a while, when his heartbeat felt too irregular and his chest ached just enough for it to feel uncomfortable and it'd hurt to breathe every few hours, he couldn't be dynamight anymore.

of course, to him, he was always going to be dynamight, day off or not, so you're here to remind him that on off days like this, he could just be katsuki. flesh and bone and slightly off kilter heart.

but katsuki had never been good at just...being: being quiet, being still...he'd never been the type to just sit still and watch a movie. he likes commenting on the acting or the characters actions, cus he would definitely not make the same mistake, but he's watched this movie so many times he didn't have much to say anymore. he's even caught himself repeating some of the lines with you under his breath. (it always makes you giggle when you catch him, but he pretends not to notice.)

besides that though, he's always a bit antsy, always ready to go and always on the move. which is always a bad combo for someone who desperately needs to sit down and rest.

that's why he was so quick to get up to "go to the bathroom"— you won't allow him to do anything else, because apparently he needs to do stupid stuff like "take it easy" and "rest"—just for an excuse to walk around and stretch his legs.

he's always ready to get up to grab you something to drink or eat from the kitchen before you can even stretch to do it. of course, you're always quick to tell him off "sit your ass down ! i got it." you'd laugh while he grumpily flops back into the couch and crossing his arms.

"if it's the bubble guts we have some—"

your boyfriend groans, he dips down to nip your ear "shut the fuck up. stop talking." you laugh, pushing him away weakly while he bites your ear.

"katsuki, stop being rowdy ! you need to—"

"yeah, yeah be careful. i fuckin' got it. yer startin' to sound like my damn doctor." he grumbles, he continues nosing around your neck to nibble at your skin like a dog.

"well, somebody has to remind you to take a chill pill once in a while. it's like you'll die if you're not moving, it's insane." you sigh, running your fingers through his hair when he settles down into your neck, breathing you in.

"you did not just say chill pill." he snorts, giggling into your neck.

you slap his back, biting back a snort "wh-so what if i did ?! shut up, you !" you desperately try to hold in your laugh but fail miserably and soon you both find yourself giggling like idiots on the couch.

when you both calm down, katsuki noses at your jaw, his teeth scrape against it. "m'fine y'know ? 'ts not like i'm incapable of doing anything. not gonna drop dead just because i'm moving too much," he mumbles a quick snarky "by your standards."

you sigh, he nudges his head against you, putting more of his weight onto you so you're taken in by his warmth completely.

"i know that...but i wish you knew when to..relax, you know ? you being here means a lot to a lot of people," you grab both sides of his face to get him to look up you "it means a lot to me. i need you to be healthy and ready to kick ass without risking anything happening to you."

his eyes soften when he looks at you, leaning into your palm after hearing your words "there's always gonna be risk, sweets. s'just what i gotta do."

"that doesn't mean i'm gonna let you chip away at yourself, not if i can stop it." you insist. "i've already almost lost you more than once, lord knows you've got no regard for your own safety, psycho."

your boyfriend flushes at the sincerity, he can't help looking away for a bit. you can tell he's got a snarky remark at the tip of his tongue, but he decides against saying anything, he leans into you more.

"y-yeah, yeah okay—i got it, alright ? i just...wanna be the best. and not just for this hero thing but for..." he trails off.

"for this...us..y'know ?"

he was just so cute, you're heart might start beating erratically next !

you smile sweetly, leaning forward to press a smooch to his nose "cutie." you coo.

"shaddup.." his nose bumps against you when he quickly leans up to get more of you "gimme a proper kiss, at least."

"you're so needy, whatever happened to saying please, hm ?"

katsuki grumbles, diving in for a wet long smooch, grabbing the back of your head to pull you against him. he pushes you downward to deepen the kiss, but you push his chest.

"kashukiii—" kiss "no—" muah ! "no—being rowdy !" you lecture in between kisses and giggles. your boyfriend groans. he pulls you up with him so you're positioned on his lap, hands on your hips.

"fine, just sit here then." he pats your sides, mouthing and kissing your neck. he squeezes your hips when you melt into him, humming into your mouth. his hands run up, up, up, 'till he gets under your shirt but he simply keeps them there, just to feel your skin. he pulls you to sit even closer, you can his heart beating against your own. slightly off kilter, not in sync. but you decide it was yours to protect like he'd protected you and so many others, until he'd be able to go off into the world and be dynamight again.

for now, you'll keep katsuki here with you.

thump...ba-dump.....thump

before katsuki can go back to taking the lead or possibly take things even further, you're pulling away suddenly with a squeal against his mouth.

"ou, ou wait ! this is my favourite part !"

"for fuck's sake...you watched this shit like four thousand times already !"

"katsukiii, you ever hear of the shoulder touch..?" you giggle pressing your hand and forehead against his. he rolls his eyes in response, but he's reminded of why he's doing all of this in the first place seeing you this happy and giggly. you win by saving right ? and katsuki would do anything to save your smile and keep it all to himself. so of course, he does the "hey..." with you at the same time.

you're the only reason days like this aren't hell on earth for him, no matter how many times you watch the same movie or how many times you joke about his bathroom trips, he wouldn't trade these days for anything else. despite how sometimes his chest aches and it hurts to breathe a little bit, you make him forget, even for a little while, and let him be your katsuki and your katsuki alone.

thump...ba-dump.....thump

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[chow0w]

i come to suggest kinkajou for redesigning!! :3 your style is so incredibly BEAUTIFUL bro

It's been a long while, but I finally have the redesign! @steve-the-dino wanted to see this too!

I love this baddie, but she was SO incredibly hard to design for like no reason at all. This is my third attempt. I was going for some kind of flower-power vibe... almost like those wallpapers you would see at playplaces/party rooms as a kid. I really like the electric, exciting vibe that they have and thought it would be a good fit for Kinkajou since she gives off the same intense positivity!

The design speaks for itself - heavily saturated from long periods of time in the sun, with flower/polka dot patterns being the main recurring theme of her design. Even though her design is mostly pink/purple/yellow in canon, I wanted to add some greens to reinforce that flowery vibe + put a little more diversity into her pallet. I'm forever going to be slightly upset that Kinkajou didn't get her own book, especially considering how important her character is to the jade mountain arc! It would have been nice to see the darkness of dragons timeframe from her perspective, or even just get a winglet that explains her thoughts during the conclusion of the arc. I love you forever Kinkajou...

That's all for this design! Sorry for the short (In my standards) blurb - I might revisit Kinkajou's design in the future, if a better idea ever comes to mind. Thank you all so much for your support of this redesign series! I didn't really start posting consistently until mid-April, and to see that I'm already nearing 1k is a massive win in my book!

You may notice the lack of list on this post. I usually put my waitlisted/completed characters down here, but it's getting a little long so I moved it to a pinned post! Feel free to check that out if you're looking for your favorite - and drop a request in my inbox if not! Bear in mind, you can always inbox me for a character who's already waitlisted. I'll tag you when it's done!

edited:

Hi guys! just wanted to put the vote here too so more people see it. For context, this is a vote on what we should do to celebrate 1k!

later (＠´ー`)ﾉﾞ

[korrasera]

So, you didn't actually read anything that I said, since it appears you've intentionally misinterpreted everything I wrote.

That's the only way I can describe me talking about how divorced artists and makers are from social mobility and thus are no longer petit bourgousie only to interpret that as 'because proles exist' and that I'm suggesting petit bourgousie doesn't exist at all.

Like, seriously, how hard was it to read what I wrote? It's only a few hundred words, it doesn't take that long.

I appreciate that you're upset that someone disagreed with you, but if you don't want to be treated like a child then you should be able to handle disagreement without losing your shit like this.

You just want to be insulting and anti-intellectual, since pointing out that you didn't understand something has gotten me called a zionist (not a zionist) and anti-analytical (you're the anti-analytical one in this conversation) while basically refusing to even read what I wrote.

Are you the kind of person I was talking about above that likes to insult people that they feel are beneath them? I'm thinking that might be where all this came from.

Seriously, where do people like you find the energy to be so goddamn insufferable all the time? Do you also call people kulak as an insult?

Eh. Looks like communism is in good hands!

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For anyone who sees this in the future, the point I made above is that artisans and makers aren't a part of the petit bourgeoisie anymore because there's no longer the form of social mobility and economic security in those fields that used to exist.

Because of that, there's no longer the same kind of pressure for people outside of hard labor fields to ideologically align themselves with the haute bourgeoisie. Essentially, with the slow eradication of the middle class, artisans, peasants, and tradesmen are in the same boat as the rest of the proletariat.

This is important for two reasons:

1 - Propaganda is a lot more important in today's world. If you want to create solidarity, find a way to help people unlearn the lessons of propaganda.

2 - There are a lot of absolutely clueless fake leftist communists online who watched some BreadTube and now think they're in a position to run around treating people like shit and getting congratulated for it.

Let me say that last part louder:

There are a lot of absolutely clueless fake leftist communists online who watched some BreadTube and now think they're in a position to run around treating people like shit and getting congratulated for it.

I really like this quote, because its a rhetorical question to which the correct answer is yes,

[c0llisiion]

— ex-husband.

★ exhusband!johnny, fingering (is there another term?😭) ,e2l almost, NPR. ; lmk if i missed any! :3 W/C: 1,278

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

Ex-husband!Johnny, watched you with an intense gaze as you got ready for a date.

You didn’t know he would come home to pick up his daughter. He gets her every Saturday and drops her off Monday evening after school but today was a … Friday…?

You didn’t even dare look at him as you put on your earrings. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of your head, leaning against the doorframe with his muscular arms crossed.

You weren’t divorced for too long. 10 months to be exact? And it wasn’t as smooth as you hoped it would go. There were tears, fights, and yelling in the days leading up to the final verdict.

There was an attempt at moving on. You would go on frequent dates when Johnny would have your daughter. And this was one of them. A part of you still yearned for Johnny and so the reason why you kept these whereabouts hidden was that… you felt you were betraying him of sorts, even though you were divorced.

“Where are you going?” His deep voice cut through the tense and thick atmosphere.

“Out.” You simply state as you spray on your perfume, the one he gifted you for your birthday.

“Out, where?” He asked again, expecting more than just single words from you.

“For dinner” you once again reply nonchalantly. Almost nonchalantly. A poor attempt at nonchalance when you were starting to get intimidated by his questioning.

“With who?” The words escaped through gritted teeth and you could hear it.

“Where’s d/n?” You quickly changed the subject. Turning around to finally look at him.

There was a slight pause as he eyed your outfit for the night. The way the dress hugged your curves. The length of the dress and the way your legs looked. Nothing was left unnoticed by his eyes.

“In her room.” He said and before you could speak.

“You’re not wearing that dress tonight.” It wasn’t a suggestion or a question. It was a command. And you couldn’t help but slightly fold at his tone. You missed that kind of authority sometimes, and that was the truth.

But you weren’t going to let your ex-husband ruin your night, right? You have moved on and your date is probably waiting. Moreover, he is your ex-husband, who is he telling you what not to wear? Right?

“Why would I listen to you?” You say as you grab your bag and head towards the door to be immediately stopped by Johnny's tall figure.

“I said, you’re not wearing that.” He commanded. Stepping impossibly closer to you. His eyes pierced down into yours.

Your face quickly formed a scowl. Who does he think he is?

“Move. I'm gonna be late.” You say sternly.

“You’re not going anywhere unless you change out of that,” Johnny replied in the same tone, closing and locking the door behind him. Oh, he was challenging you.

“Don't act all possessive, I don’t have time for this-“ your words were cut off as a pair of familiar lips clashed with yours within the blink of an eye.

Only god knows what had gotten into him to suddenly do that but fuck… he couldn’t just stand there and watch as some younger dude from your office steal you like that. Especially when you’re dressed up like this. Looking like a complete meal.

He turned you around and pinned you against the wall as the kiss deepened. You weren’t responding at first but eventually gave in.

“Get off- John-“ you mumble into his lips but are once again shut down as his tongue finds its way into your mouth.

It was a fight for dominance, one which you lost. Your hands were in the air resisting to hold him in any way but eventually, your arms fell around his neck like muscle memory as his stronger ones wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer.

“You’re not going anywhere looking like that… you’re mine… you’re mine mama…” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

You couldn’t help but whine at his words. The sheer desperation and urgency in his tone made you fold easily.

You could feel his greedy hands push the hem of your dress up, revealing the lacey red panties you hoped your date would take off of you later that night.

He pulled away from your lips and glanced down to see the fabric on your skin. He couldn’t help but let his jealousy boil a bit. The fact that you were getting dolled up for another man while he spent all his time hoping you would go back to him, didn’t sit right.

You were expecting a reaction out of him. An outburst. A lecture. Him staring into your soul. But all he did was push two of his slender fingers past the waistband of your panties and into your wet and gushy pussy.

He smirked as he immediately felt your wetness coat his fingers, pushing in deeper so he could feel your gummy walls around his digits.

“You sure this wasn’t for me?” He said cockily as he kissed the side of your neck.

You let out soft whimpers as his fingers move slowly in and out of you. Curling slightly before plunging back in.

“You’re so wet.. so … so wet and ready…” he whispered into your ears before licking the back making you shudder.

You gripped his shoulders for stability and buried your face in his chest as his fingers penetrated your walls, making you clench and gush.

“Yeah just like that… you’re doing so well…” he said while pressing his thumb on your nub.

You let out a loud whine and clenched your thighs together before johnnys knees pushed them apart again.

You were getting wetter by the second and you could feel your orgasm build up. Your eyebrows furrowed and beads of sweat slowly dripped down your forehead.

You gripped onto his wrist and shoulder.

“Sh-she might walk in… s-stop…” you whisper feebly and moan breathlessly as his fingers continue their relentless assault.

“I'm not stopping till you cum… besides… the door is locked.” You loved how confident he was.

His hands sped up. Wet noises bounced off the walls accompanied by his shallow breathing and your quiet moans.

You haven’t been able to have an orgasm in months, making you feel sexually frustrated and lonely. But it looked like you were finally getting your big break.

“I'm… gonna�� plea-“ you whine incoherently.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum all over my hands?” Johnny's thumb started rubbing your clit once again, hoping your orgasm would approach faster and he was right.

Your thighs quivered and you physically hunched as your orgasm erupted. Your head fell into the crook of his neck and bit down hard to control your moans, making him wince.

“Yeah… thats right… just like that…” he cooed while slowly riding you down from your high and keeping you close to your body.

You leaned against him as he removed his hands from inside your panties, licking your sweet juice.

“So? When was the last time you came like that?” He teased

You chuckled and placed a kiss on his neck as your arms wrapped around his waist involuntarily and pulled him closer.

He embraced you back. Kissing the top of your head and inhaling your scent.

But quickly the sweet moment was interrupted by a loud ‘daddy!!!!!’ Echoing from outside the door. He knew he had to pull away and go tend to her, besides he had to reward the little monster for snitching on her mom so he could have this moment, right?

A/N: this took longer than expected. Sorry gamers i have just been very busy 😭💔 anyways i hope you liked it and ty for reading!!!

[kira-dofc]

Rich Fanboy! Nanami x Cosplayer! Male Reader

Notes: I'VE BEEN GONE FOR TOO LONG SO I HOPE THE WAIT IS NOT LONG ENOUGH!!! This was in my drafts but never really made anything new... I don't know what to write, any suggestions will be appreciated!!!!

Word Count: 3000

Warnings: Smut! Size kink, unprotected sex, crossdressing, feminization, mirror sex, slight out of character (?) Nanami, Manipulation sex, breeding kink,

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Kento Nanami. A name known far and wide, especially among the wealthy. To most people, he seemed like the perfect man. He was mature, kind, and deeply respected. He had the kind of money others could only dream about. Everything about him seemed flawless, from the way he dressed to the calm way he spoke. People believed he had everything. Money, manners, and a quiet charm that made him very likable. Among the rich, he was the richest. His life was full of luxury, comfort, and things most people would never have.

He lived in a mansion that was the biggest and most beautiful in the whole area. It looked like something from a movie or a fairy tale. The garden around the house was full of flowers, trees, and perfectly trimmed bushes. Every flowerbed looked like it had been painted by a master artist. A team of gardeners worked every day to make sure everything looked perfect. Inside, his house was just as beautiful. Servants kept everything clean and running smoothly. They were always present but never in the way. Everything worked like clockwork.

But even with all of this, Nanami felt something was missing. He had no family. He had never fallen in love. Romance had never made its way into his life, even though people often tried to get close to him. He also had a hard time talking to children. Their loud voices and quick energy didn’t match his slow and thoughtful way of living. Because of this, he often felt alone. He lived in a house made for many people, yet he walked its halls by himself. He was surrounded by beauty, but his life lacked real connection.

Most people believed Nanami was perfect. They thought someone with his lifestyle couldn’t possibly have any problems. But that wasn’t true. Behind his calm face and perfect life was a secret. A secret so dark that if anyone found out, it would destroy the image the world had of him. It was something only he knew. It followed him wherever he went, like a shadow that never left his side. This secret made him feel trapped. He often stared out of his mansion windows, wondering how long he could keep living this lie.

Each day started exactly the same. At 8:00 a.m. sharp, Nanami would wake up. The sunlight came in softly through the tall windows of his bedroom, making the walls glow gold. He opened his eyes slowly, groaning quietly as he stretched his arms. His bedroom was clean and modern. Everything was black, grey, and white, creating a quiet, serious feel. His bed was large, with soft pillows and perfect sheets that looked untouched. Even in sleep, he stayed neat.

The room was silent. Not even the sound of birds could be heard through the thick windows. He got out of bed and walked across the cool marble floor. Each step made a soft sound that echoed through the quiet room. The floor was shiny and smooth, reflecting the morning light. He walked down the grand staircase with slow, even steps. Every part of his routine was carefully planned and followed.

He entered the kitchen, which was full of stainless steel counters and high-end appliances. It was spotless, like something out of a design magazine. Nanami cooked his own breakfast, as he liked the calm it brought. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the air as he moved around the kitchen with ease. He toasted a slice of bread until it turned a perfect golden color. His breakfast was simple but delicious. Sitting alone at a long mahogany table, he ate slowly. The quietness around him made the meal feel peaceful but also a little sad.

After breakfast, he went back upstairs to shower. His bathroom looked like something from a luxury spa. The walls were marble, and the glass shower let warm water fall like rain. The hot water helped him feel more awake, washing away the last bits of sleep. He dried off and put on one of his many suits. Each one was tailored perfectly to fit him. He tied his silk tie and looked in the mirror. The man staring back looked strong and sure of himself. But even in the mirror, Nanami could see something missing in his eyes.

He left the mansion and went about his usual duties. Meetings, events, and quiet drives in the city filled the day. He moved through everything with a calm and steady presence. People nodded at him with respect. Some smiled in admiration. Others watched him with envy. But none of them really knew him.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with soft shades of orange and pink, Nanami returned home. His car, sleek and black, pulled up to the grand gates of his estate. The iron gates opened slowly, and the car rolled along the cobblestone driveway. The mansion stood tall at the end, glowing in the warm light of the evening.

He parked in front of the large entrance and stepped out. His suit still looked perfect, even after a long day. He walked into the house, and the quiet met him like an old friend. Servants greeted him with soft bows. He nodded back, barely noticing them. He was tired. All he wanted was to lie down and rest.

He walked up the stairs, each step echoing softly in the empty hall. When he reached his bedroom, he opened the door and was greeted by soft, golden lighting. The room looked just as he had left it. Calm and neat. He took off his shoes and slipped out of his blazer. Then he unbuttoned his shirt halfway, showing his chest. He dropped onto the bed, the soft mattress hugging him gently. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to relax.

Then, his phone pinged.

The screen lit up with a notification.

It was an Instagram Live.

He blinked, surprised. His heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was.

You.

One of the most famous cosplayers in the world. A person he admired for a long time. Nanami didn’t usually watch livestreams. But this time, he tapped the notification without a second thought. The screen loaded, and there you were.

You were wearing a costume. A pair of cat ears on your head. A cat tail. And, strangely enough, a maid outfit. You smiled brightly at the camera and waved. “Hi everyone!” you said in a cheerful voice.

Nanami stared.

Your smile lit up the screen. It felt warm and real. The kind of smile that could make anyone feel seen. It made his chest feel tight.

Your face was beautiful. Not in the usual, polished way celebrities looked. But in a softer, more honest way. Your eyes were bright and full of life. Your lips curled into a smile that made his heart race. Your cheeks had a soft pink glow. Your hair was dark and shiny, falling gently around your face.

Nanami felt himself blush. He knew he shouldn’t stare. But he couldn’t look away.

To him, you were perfect.

There was something about you that felt different from the people he usually met. Maybe it was how real you were. Or how your energy felt so alive, even through a screen. You weren’t rich like him. But you had something he didn’t. Joy. Passion. A connection to people.

He wanted to talk to you. To get to know you. To be near you. The thought was strange. Nanami had never felt this kind of interest in someone before. Not like this. Not so fast. But he couldn’t deny it.

He wanted you to be his.

He watched quietly as you laughed and answered comments. You seemed so happy. So full of light. As if the world had never hurt you. As if everything was still fresh and exciting. He envied that. But more than anything, he wanted to be part of it.

Even if just for a moment.

As the livestream continued, Nanami laid there, eyes locked on the screen. For the first time in a long time, his heart didn’t feel so heavy. Something inside him stirred. A tiny spark in the dark.  He didn’t know where it would lead. He didn’t know if he would ever meet you.But one thing was clear. His life of quiet routine and cold perfection had just been shaken by something simple. A smile. And it had changed everything. 

He then felt his shaft grew in length.It was tenting on his pants. It's his first time to feel this, especially because he felt this for you.  He was ecstatic to see this charming, boy wearing ridiculous costumes in front of a camera for views, maybe even money. This unnerving feeling made him want to do something, something he never knew he wanted; needed to do. "Shit, what is this..." some words slipped out of his mouth, breathing heavily as the dent grew larger, it became very uncomfortable at this point. He finally gave in, he released the zipper for a thick, long shaft to come out, twitching every time his heart skip a beat. He looked at it, tense whether he should do something about it or not. "Fuck it," He whispered to himself, soon warming his cock with his hands, and start to move up, then down repeatedly as you speak across the screen. To his eyes, it felt like he was facing you physically, something that he wanted, needed just for him to feed on. His continued motion caused him to finally finish, cum spurting to his face. 

He tensed up again, and sighed, not cause of relief, but because of something else. He thought of something, and that something included you. He wanted you. So after that very thought, he immediately picked up his phone again, and called some of his "friends". 

"Yes, sir?" the other guy on the line spoke, Nanami straightened his back, "This person named Y/n, search him up and find his details, call me immediately afterwards," he kindly spoke the the other, hinting something. "Noted, sir. I'll immediately report as soon as we find out." The line ended, Nanami sighed and leaned back to his chair, "I need you, Y/n" 

The very next day your information was given to him. Your phone number, full legal name, age, location, everything. He wanted to call you for a "business proposal" of some sorts. He held the paper your number was written on. He was very hesitant at first, thinking you would feel weird talking to him. But at the end of the day, he dialed in your number, and pressed the call button. The ringing tensed him up, the continuous ringing gave him an unsettling feeling. The ringing soon came to a stop, for a warm voice to come up after, "Hello?" You said, seemingly confused of a sudden call of an unknown number. "Greetings, my name is Nanami Kento," Nanami spoke up, "This talk should be conducted physically, though I do not have the power to do that. Anyway, I'm here to propose a business proposal." He waited for a response, you were shocked that you were talking to the most richest business man in all of Japan, but you were unsure as to why he would ask you, a cosplayer, for a business proposal? "I-i'm sorry sir, but i'm afraid i'll have to-" "300 million yen, nothing more, nothing less." You of course is shocked, what is this job that could pay you almost 2 million dollars? And why does it have to be you? You were pretty tight on the budget, considering you used all of your money for costumes, "O....k?" you muttered slowly, unsure of your answer, before you could talk back, "Good, then that is settled, I will provide you my location, make sure to be there at exactly 7 p.m." The call soon ended. You're still in shock, what the hell is this guy thinking? Well, at this point, you don't have any choice but to go... I guess.

6:30, you arrived early before the expected time. You waited outside a grand, luxurious looking hotel. Was it a hotel, or one of his buildings? You shrugged off the question and waited. your peac was soon interrupted by two men in black, shades planted to their face. "Are you, Y/n L/n? Please come with us." The one spoke, you silently followed them across the wide lobby to an elevator. The ride was taking too long, "wait is this a penthouse?" you thought to yourself. And yes it was, what did you expect from the richest man to have? a rented motel? The elevators shifted open to reveal a modern looking room. A piano to the side, a fountain, and the biggest windows you have ever seen. Your eyes glowed with the sight you were seeing. Your sight seeing was soon cut off short by a tall man walking towards you, "Ah, your here. You two, leave." His voice was commanding, he sounded chilling. He patted you back, seemingly acted out to follow him. 

He led you to a room, the smell of sandarwood filled your lungs. But what caught your eye was a costume, a bikini along with a semi-transparent babydoll dress. You didn't question it, but just decided to still follow him inside. He soon walked up to a piece of paper, along with a pen, "Just sign this contract, don't mind reading it all," You obliged and followed, signing it; what's there to lose? He then spoke up again, "I never told you this "business proposal", but it'll pay you a lot, doubt that you'll decline at this point," he muttered, slowly taking off his watch, walked near you and leaned in, "I want to fuck you." The words slipped out his voice made you flinch. Why would he want that? Would you just sell your body for money? "I-I..." you stuttered, "You have no choice anyway, you signed the contract." You sighed, but you also wanted it at this time. You blushed, and gave him a silent nod. That nod meant a lot to him, he chuckled caressing your jawline slowly. "I gave you a gift," He looked over to the lingerie, "Wear it for me," He whispered closely to your ears, this sent a shiver down your spine, but it made you crave him even more. You went up to it and walked towards the bathroom. Nanami sat down on a chair, "No, strip in front of me." You noticed the large mirror covering the entire wall behind Nanami. You followed, and took of your clothes piece by piece, and showed your hard dick. It was small, but Nanami liked that even more. Your blush made him feel a lot more tense. 

A lot more hungry.

As soon you wore it, he rushed into you and kissed you. It wasn't soft, it was rough, leaving you no space and time to breath. He held your face, and you held his hand. This intense kissing session made you fall to the bed, with his arms grazing your figure. He kissed your neck to your collarbone. He took off the dress along with the bra, playing with your nipples as he kissed your body. Your moans made him become hard even more. You touched his hair, it was hard with the gel still intact and the sharp loose ends at every side of his head. You never knew you would end up this way, slutting over a rich man that's happening to be fucking you this very moment. His groan vibrated to your body. 

His kissing soon came to a stop, and reached up to you, "Suck me" He commanded, his hand over your head. His musky scent made you fall into a trance-like state, something you must follow, something you cannot control. So you fully gave in, pusehd him down the bed, and zipped down his pants. You saw his enlarged dick spring out, precum spilling, matching the beat to his heavy breathing. You leaned in, and sucked. Your tongue was a professional at this, you never knew you could do such acts. You sucked in and out, circling around dick as the musk scent of his pubes covering his penis. You rammed your face to his dick, you don't care if you looked like a whore at this state, all you wanted was to taste him fully. 

He held your head tightly, "Stop, I want to save my babies for your pussy," He smirked, lifting your head to face him. He carried you up, off the bed as you two stood in front of the massive mirror. He took off the rest of his clothes, touching your body like pottery, following your shape, your size, your curves, you. "You look so beautiful, darling," He continued touching you. Without any hesitation, he came inside of you. It was slow, but it felt painful to you. You didn't flinch, you wanted to feel him fully. You held in your pain, holding his chin down for him to look at you. Every thrust made you feel different, with his face looking at you every thrust. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked in deeply to your eyes, you looked different, you don't look the same. You wanted him, but do you really want this?

Thrusts soon turn into pushes, you leaned in to the mirror as Nanami held your body close to him. Hi thrusts grew stronger, more than you could handle. Your moans turned into screams, yells, but you liked it either way. Each thrust made you feel different emotions, sadness, happiness, anything. One last thrust, you felt something warm and wet come inside you. Your eyes felt like popping out. His chin rested against your bare shoulders, "You'l be living with me from now on. Don't worry about your life, I'll make it better, if you give in to me." You faced him, and rested your arms to his shoulders, "One question though,"

"Why me?"

[cattypurrrnell]

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Description: hanging out with Natalie after soccer practice (sort of fluffy oneshot | words: 884)

Authors note:

I wrote this instead of sleeping

I love writing Nat fics sm, hope you enjoy 🫶

Title from the Weezer song :)

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You're sat on the bleachers watching Natalie play, the warm summer air inviting back all the bugs from previous years. You bat at the air around your legs causing all the little creatures to skitter away from you. Your lips are curled in a content smile, you hate the bugs crawling all over your legs and arms but watching Natalie do something that makes her so happy is worth it.

You watch as Shauna kicks the ball half way across the field and Nat bolts toward it, giving it a good hard kick into the goal. You shoot up from your seat, the sounds of the teams cheer filling the air. Nat's gaze meets your eyes, she blows you a kiss before the excitement is interrupted by a loud whistle from coach Ben.

“I think that's enough for today,” he says, taking a sip from his water bottle and checking his watch. “Good job girls.”

There's some leftover chatter between the other girls as they grab their things from the bleachers but Nat just runs right over to you, her bleach blonde hair perfectly messy and her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat.

“You were great out there!” You exclaimed, clapping your palms together.

“Oh shush, it was one goal.” She replied, dismissing your praise with a casual shrug and taking a long sip from her water bottle. You didn't know anything about soccer so as far as you were concerned one goal meant she'd won the game entirely.

“Well, I'm still proud of you.” She doesn't say anything but you notice her face drop for a second taking a pause to register your words before her vaguely sad expression is overthrown by a tiny smile.

She takes a seat next to you and begins digging through her bag, pulling out an extra shirt she'd packed. She took a quick glance across the field to be sure the other girls were leaving before slipping out of her sweat soaked practice shirt and into a fresh black and white striped shirt. After changing she lays down on the bleachers, resting her head in your lap clearly exhausted. The two of you sit there for a while just staring up at the sky as the sunset paints it all kinds of pretty colors. This wasn't uncommon for the two of you, almost every week you followed the same routine to decompress after the lively practices. Even if you weren't on the team just watching the girls was enough to tire you out.

“Are you about ready to head home?” You ask softly, careful not to interrupt the calm moment too much.

“Uh..” You feel her start to sit up, but she barely lifts her head before deciding against it. “Not really actually, I'd rather stay here for now.”

You begin brushing the hair off of her forehead, peering down at her and giving her a small nod before planting a kiss where strands of bleach blonde hair rested moments ago, perfectly content with staying in this moment for however long she desires.

“We should go lay in the grass instead.” Natalie suggests, standing up and grabbing your hand, prompting you to follow her.

“Why?” You ask, head cocked in curiosity.

“Dunno, it just feels right.” She responds. You throw your backpack over your shoulder and follow her, because why wouldn't you? Laying in the grass sounds nice anyway.

You sit in the grass, legs crossed with your backpack beside you. Nat lays on her back, arms and legs sprawled out like starfish. The two of you sit like that for a while, discussing all the latest drama the team is involved in. Nat pulls herself up, placing her palms on the earth behind her back to hold herself up.

“So what trinkets do you have with you today?” She asks, gesturing towards your bag. You'd made a habit of carrying around random little knick knacks in case you got bored, 99% of the time you didn't even know what you had in your bag.

“Well let's find out,” You say, hoisting your bag into your lap and unzipping it. You dig through your school books for a second before spotting a small plastic duck, you drop the duck into your palm and hold it up for her to see “I've got a duck.”

You drop the duck back into the bag and begin hunting for the next small treasure. At the bottom of your bag you find your light pink Nintendo DS. Not what you were looking for but it'd keep the 2 of you entertained.

You pull it out and check the game cartridge to see what game was in it at the moment. Pokémon Ruby, your favorite Pokémon game even if Nat was significantly better at it than you.

“Wanna play?” You ask, holding out the small pink device to her. "It's got Pokémon in it right now.”

“Sure.” She nods, taking the device. She turns it on and then shifts her legs into a criss cross shape. You kneel beside her in order to see the screen. You stay like this until the sun is gone, and Nat feels ready to head home, alternating between fake arguments over what move she should make to win the fights in the game and laughter.

Reblogs and notes are appreciated <3

[bloomseishiro]

WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE  — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — you never cared much for soccer until you watched a game itoshi sae played in. now, you suddenly see the appeal. itoshi rin isn’t too happy about his favorite actress finding interest in his annoying older brother.

itoshi rin x fem!reader. celebrity au, pro soccer player!rin, actress!reader, rin is lowkey a fan of reader lmfaoo, jealous and possessive rin, rin has big bro trauma, diva!reader lol we love that for her :3, slightly suggestive, does this count as soggy and pathetic rin? 

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Being famous sure had its perks. 

From free makeup to designer clothes and, of course, free tickets to soccer games courtesy of your close friend, Chigiri.

Naturally, you had to make it up to him by giving him some fancy skincare and hair products, but you thought it was a fair trade. 

Did you know anything about soccer? Of course not. But you weren’t daft enough to not know about the famous Itoshi Sae. And today, his team was playing in your area. 

Why not make an appearance?

It was supposed to be a casual way to pass time, but soon enough, you found yourself gripped by the action. You had no interest in watching soccer on the television, not even the famous FIFA World Cup was intriguing enough to you. But witnessing a match in person felt completely different. 

It was thrilling. 

The back and forth of it all was captivating. Even though you couldn’t make sense of all the plays or even understand what the strategy was, you found yourself holding your breath and rooting for certain players when they had the ball. 

One particular player who managed to catch your eye was none other than Sae himself. You could deny it all you wanted, but he made a name for himself for a reason. And that reason was that he was pretty and smart. 

With his quick wit and athletic abilities, he was able to command both the field and the audience’s attention with ease. It truly was like watching a movie where he was the star. 

You had to hand it to him. 

Itoshi Sae was certainly someone to look out for. 

You slipped away before the game ended, not wanting to deal with the crowds, but before you left, you took a quick picture of Sae on the field. 

It wasn’t very good. You weren’t a professional photographer or anything. In fact, you were normally the one getting photographed. But the picture wasn’t blurry enough to be totally unrecognizable, so that was good enough for you. 

You opened up Twitter and smiled to yourself as you posted the photo.

@ynnie: maybe soccer is worth watching after all @ItoshiSae

Closing your phone, you tossed it into your purse and carried on with the rest of your day, knowing full well both your fans and his would probably be blowing it up anyway. 

Just another perk of being famous.

When Rin woke up, he was seething. 

Seeing viral news stories about Sae made him irritated as is, but when you were added to the mix, he grew even more frustrated.

Why the fuck was Sae’s name in a headline with yours? The two of you weren’t even in the same social circles. Hell, as far as Rin knew, you didn’t even care about soccer.

All that to say, it wasn’t like Rin knew much about you. 

You were the lead actress in one of his recent favorite thriller films and apparently your song was featured in the soundtrack as well. It didn’t seem like you normally acted in those kinds of films, but he thought you captured the role pretty well. 

Rin ended up following you on Twitter and, needless to say, he grew a little more interested than he had planned. He watched a drama you were in during his flights to and from Japan, and he even added some of your songs to his workout playlist. 

Still, he’s never gotten the chance to bump into you. 

Opening his phone, he saw a reply from Sae to your post. 

@ItoshiSae: @ynnie come to my next game

Rin blanched. There was no way. No fucking way. 

Sae probably didn’t even know who you were until just yesterday. And even if he did, Rin still knew about you first. Probably. 

Rin didn’t view himself as a particularly possessive person, but the moment you paid Sae some attention, he reconsidered his position. Why Sae of all people? You should be going to Rin’s next game instead.

But it wasn’t as if he could do anything about it. He didn’t even know you, after all. 

The most he could do was heave a deep sigh, go to the gym for a weight training session, contemplate his feelings of rage and sadness, and move on about his day. 

Seemed like Rin would just have to find a new favorite movie with a different lead actress. 

You didn’t go to Sae’s next game. 

It was in another country and you really couldn’t be bothered to fly over on such short notice, even if he did offer to send a private jet to pick you up. 

The filming of your next series started in just a few weeks, and you wanted to have some time to yourself before you had to throw all the hours you spent awake into shooting on set. 

When you had rare opportunities for downtime such as this, you liked to spend it doing some self care activities like working out at the gym and treating yourself to something yummy after.

The gym you went to was one specifically for celebrities, obviously. Unfortunately, high security and privacy from fans was needed as one grew more and more famous, and this gym was reputable for its luxury status as well as its safety. 

You were finishing up your warmup run on the treadmill when you felt an intense stare on the back of your head. Discreetly, you looked around to find the person trying to start a fire in your hair. The gym wouldn’t let just anybody in, so you weren’t too worried, but the constant staring was enough to catch you off guard.

Soon, you caught sight of a tall man with silky black hair and vibrant blue-green eyes. Something about him looked oddly familiar but you just couldn’t pinpoint it. 

You shrugged it off. This was a place for rich and famous people. You probably ran into him at an event or crossed paths with him somehow before. 

Midway through your leg routine, you felt his gaze again and this time, you whipped your body around to stare at him back. 

“Can I help you?” you asked with manufactured sweetness. Of course, you weren’t going to think nice things about some guy who kept staring you down (no matter how hot he was), but you couldn’t be overtly rude. That wasn’t good for the image.

He shook his head, bangs slightly covering his eyes. “No, sorry.”

You gave him a curious look. “Are you sure? I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I know,” he said in greeting. “Name’s Rin.”

“You look kind of familiar, Rin,” you stated, walking over to him. Judging from the machine he was near, he was working on his arms and back today, and the tight compression shirt he wore was certainly pleasing to the eye. Rin must’ve been some sort of athlete or model with a body like that. “Have we met before?”

“I don’t think so.”

“So you were just staring at me because you think I’m cute?” you teased. 

His cheeks flushed red and you stifled a laugh. “No. I just thought you looked familiar and wanted to confirm. Sorry for staring.”

“No worries, I’m used to it,” you said, waving him off. “You’re more attractive than most people I catch staring, anyway.” 

Rin ignored your compliment, instead beginning another set of rows. You watched the muscles of his back squeeze together and your throat grew dry. 

Damn. Whoever created compression shirts deserved a nice, long vacation to anywhere they wanted. 

“You look familiar, too, by the way,” you chimed in as he continued working out. “I don’t know why though… What do you do?”

He finished his last rep with an exhale before facing you once more. “Soccer. I’m a striker.”

You weren’t sure what a striker was but you assumed it was related to soccer. Whatever it was, it sounded important. Suddenly, it began to dawn on you why he looked so familiar. 

“Wait— Soccer?” you repeated, reminded of a certain soccer player you saw only recently. “Are you related to…Sae?”

A scowl formed in Rin’s face as soon as those words came out. It didn’t take an empath to realize maybe you shouldn’t have brought him up. 

“He’s my older brother,” he said begrudgingly. “And the biggest pain in my ass.” 

Your brows shot up in surprise and you giggled, “Oh? Some Itoshi family drama?”

Rin rolled his eyes and finished up his last set on the row machine. “If you can call it that.” 

You waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. Shrugging, you began doing some standing stretches while chatting. 

“He told you to go to his next game, right?” he commented suddenly. 

Trying to hide the shocked look on your face, you bent down to touch your toes. Maybe Rin was even more of a fan than his incessant staring let on. “Yes. Though we were just jokingly flirting for the fans. He has his game right now and, well, I’m here. Aren’t I?” 

“You are.”

Carefully, Rin watched as you finished your stretching, his eyes were trained on the bead of sweat travelling down your neck and onto the curve of your chest. He swallowed. 

You smothered a grin, giving him a free pass since you’ve been checking his body out as well. 

“Do you think my time is better spent here?” you asked teasingly. 

“Obviously,” he retorted, as if it was a stupid question. “You’re spending your time with the better soccer player.” 

With a giggle, you nodded placatingly. “I’m sure I am.”

He frowned. “You don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that!” you assured him. “The only game I’ve watched is one of Sae’s. I don’t know much about soccer, but I’m sure you’re better. You’re the cuter brother, anyway. So you must be better.”

Rin’s brows furrowed but he blushed despite himself. “I don’t think it works that way. But you don’t just have to take my word for it.”

“What do you mean?” you prompted.

“Come to my next match. My next home game is in a few days,” he said nonchalantly, but you knew he was most certainly not nonchalant, if the red on his neck was anything to show for it. “Then, you’ll see you don’t need to go to Sae’s games to see the best soccer player. Keep your eyes on me instead.”

Despite how cheesy it was, you found yourself getting flustered. Though, you were much better at hiding it than Rin. 

“Okay, Rin,” you agreed, exchanging glances with him. “I’ll keep my eyes on you. Will you show me why you’re the best?”

“You’ll know why the moment the match starts,” he said arrogantly, but something told you his confidence was based in truth. 

And as you noticed the spark in Rin’s vibrant eyes, you realized you’ve never been more excited to watch a soccer game in your life. 

“What’s your number?” he asked, handing you his phone. “I’ll forward you the tickets.”

“Front row?” you said playfully as you inputted your information. 

“What else?” replied Rin lazily. “Do you need me to send someone to pick you up?”

No, you didn’t. But you loved being spoiled. Men doting on you was your favorite pastime. 

“I wouldn’t want to trouble you,” you said bashfully. 

“It’s no trouble,” he promised. 

“Then I look forward to watching you play, Rin,” you giggled. “Maybe you can win the game for me.”

“I definitely will.”

Somehow, you got the attention of the Itoshi brother you certainly didn’t expect. But you had to say, you were quite pleased with the outcome. 

[zoieru]

BAKING WITH ANAXA ~

A lot of baking is intuition - Anaxagoras doesn't think so A quickie based off of this idea of Evie's @unriding ~ it just came out, heh - mildly suggestive, you'll see hdjsjs

"six? you don't think it would be wiser to keep your playful suggestions out of the kitchen?"

Yeah...it was like that. How you'd ended up here, in one of the kitchens of the grove, with muffin ingredients littering the sideboards, and one overly enthusiastic anaxagoras, you didn't know.

Well, that was a lie.

You'd been the one to ask. There was a little celebration coming up, one commemorating the student's mid season examinations, so, of course, in your kind and considerate fashion, you wondered if you should do something. Each time you brought it up, asked for a suggestion, the scholar had sent you a rather flat look, lifting a visible eyebrow and tilting his head. "Why do you want to do something? Its a small event, for a rather small achievement." Continuing with the fact that while it was preferable they did well in their exams, they shouldn't be given leeway to take their feet out the stirrups of the dromas. He, in all his seriousness, was really quite dramatic.

So that's how you ended up here. At the mention of baking, he'd, surprisingly, perked up. You had, inadvertently, awoken the beast, by playfully suggesting baking was adjacent to alchemy. You weren't quite sure whether he was trying to prove you wrong, or right, by indulging you.

Either way, it was his increasingly irritating snark that was starting to prickle at your consciousness. You could deal with him, to a certain extent. You wouldn't be here otherwise. He'd told you himself it wasn't worth the effort, but he let you. He needed to, wanted to. But even you had your limits. And apparently it was muffins.

"Anaxagoras, we don't need more than six, surely? If you use too many it makes the batter break up." You could tell he had his rebuttal thought up by the time you opened your mouth. But he didn't like being interrupted, and extended the same courtesy to you. Not that, right now, you felt very grateful for it.

"Are we operating off of 'surely'?" He asked, turning to the counter and letting egg drip from the cracked shells as he knocked them rather gracefully against the side of the bowl. To an onlooker it would seem as though he knew what he was doing, his way around the kitchen. Funny. "Did you not say that baking is an adjacent to alchemy? Is alchemy based off of sure-"

"Okay. Okay, fine. I get it."

You'd interrupted him, which is how he could tell you weren't very happy. Plus, you usually didn't just 'give in'. It gave him pause for a moment, eye flicking to you past his fringe, a brief moment of something passing through it. Perhaps a tiny touch of guilt or resignation, before his attention returned to the bowl.

You sighed deeply, eyes fluttering closed in an attempt to compose yourself, putting the flour bag down on the counter with a soft thud. "We'll do it your way."

So you did. You fought yourself to keep your lips shut, all while your slightly more greased kitchen senses were singing loudly in your ears in the concentrated quiet. It was definitely way too many eggs, too little sugar...the batter was too thin... You forced yourself to look away and just do as he said, half amused and exasperated, and half just sick and tired of his self assuredness.

They'd gone in, the muffin tray nestled deeply in the warm oven, swirling envy in your chest at the fact they were tucked nice and safe away from this annoying irritating-

Bing~

He fished them out, hands enveloped in a tea towel as he let the tray rest on the counter...

You didn't manage to stifle your laugh.

Each one was ... wonky. That was the best way to describe it. One side having risen way more than the other, or one looking like something rather phallic had been dipped into the top of it. Parts were more wet and sticky, and they were a weird yellowy colour which did not look appetising.

Anaxa just...stared at them, his hand placing the towel slowly on the side.

"That's..." He pauses. Evidently rather speechless. It was a wonder you hadnt started giggling.

"They uh...look good," on the last word you couldn't hold in your snicker, which earned you a slightly exasperated glare, but he was mostly confused. His expression reminded you of a gently bewildered cat, his tail would be flicking behind him with confusion.

"I...something must have been wrong with the ingredients."

"Yes, the way you put them in."

"I meant themselves."

"Anaxagoras...look at them. No weird flour could do that," you pointed at the one that looked rather inappropriately handled, and lifted it, careful to hold it by the paper wrapping to spare your fingers.

You chuckled, biting your lip to stop going overboard, and tilted it towards him with a little grin.

His eye fell to the muffin in your hand, and recognition passed through the blue-pink before his lips twitched, prickling into a slightly reluctant smile.

"My recipe should have been perfect, not..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the muffin, before plucking it gently from your fingers and inspecting it as if the phallic indent would give him any insight into the machinations of muffin making.

"A lot of cooking and baking is intuition."

This earns you a tiny flicker of disapproval. "How can it be intuition, it's a recipe, a standardised order of events."

"It just is, look, your 'standardised order' gave us nothing but a bunch of wonky weird smelling muffins that look like someone has used them for something else."

He huffed a breath through his nose, and placed the muffin on the counter as if he was dismissing it, eye returning to you with a slight smirk. "It would be rather stupid to use a muffin, a-"

"stop! Oh my-" you stepped forward and placed a few fingers over his mouth, laughing softly and shaking your head. His eye widened for a second before softening at your laugh, his gloved fingers curling around your wrist and bringing your hand down, remaining around it as it fell to your sides.

"I suppose this is the part where we start again, do it your way, and it goes perfectly and I am left sleepless for weeks in an attempt to figure it out?" He said, rather dryly, as if that was the usual routine. It kind of was, as of late. After being with you, he'd been forced to realise certain things didn't go the way he expected like they did with his life's long craft.

You grinned a little cheekily, free hand coming up and booping his nose, bringing out that bewildered cat look again that you loved so much. "Yes. And you're going to enjoy it, it's supposed to be fun."

At that you broke away, before he could protest at the booping of his elegant nose, his fingers slipping off your wrist as he watched you unfurl the bag of flour again, more animatedly, happily, and turn for a spoon. As you turned away, a flicker of a smile tickled his lips. Maybe he didn't mind your way after all.

[yumeka-sxf]

Japanese Linguistic Observations in Spy x Family - part 7

Part 7 - Supporting character musings – other characters

As mentioned in Part 6 where I focused on the Eden kids, today I'll be discussing the supporting adult characters in SxF. Like with the Eden kids, I'm only going to be touching on a few characters who I think have the most notable things to say as far as the Japanese version.

Starting with Yuri, if you've ever watched the SxF anime in Japanese, you've probably heard him shout his signature 姉さん! ("Nee-san!") whenever he sees Yor, with 姉さん meaning "older sister." It's standard in Japanese for younger siblings to address older siblings with these kinds of terms rather than by their actual names.

We saw another example of this in the previous post where Damian calls Demetris 兄貴 ("aniki") which means "Big Bro." While it's normal in English for a younger sibling to call an older sister "Big Sis" or "Sis" or something like that, it's not something one would do as consistently as in Japanese. So even though Yuri only ever calls Yor "Nee-san" in the Japanese version, the official English manga will fluctuate. Sometimes it'll have him say "Sis" while other time he'll just say "Yor."

I can sort of understand this decision as it is less common in English for siblings to address each other like this all the time. Interestingly, the official anime subtitles are more consistent. I haven't checked every example, but it seems like they have him say "Sis" more often, at least in scenes where the manga doesn't.

When it comes to Yuri's nickname for Loid, in the Japanese version he calls Loid ロッテイ("Loidy" or "Loitte"). This originated from when Yuri first visited the Forgers and, in a drunken haze, demanded to know what nicknames Yor used for Loid, with this being one of two he "suggested" (the other being ロイロイ or "Loi-Loi"). Ironic how he ended up being the only one to use the nickname!

What's kind of weird is that the English manga translations have him call Loid the other of the two nicknames, "Loi-Loi," instead. Not a big deal as it doesn't change the meaning of anything, but still odd.

And of course, there's Yuri's nickname for Anya, チワワ娘 ("chihuahua girl"), which I discussed in detail in Part 5 if you haven't yet read it.

Moving onto Fiona, similar to Yuri, she has her signature term that she always uses for her "special" person – for Twilight, she refers to him as 先輩 ("senpai"). If you're into other aspects of Japanese pop-culture, you're probably familiar with the term "senpai," which is used to address someone who's your senior. It can either be used on its own (calling someone "senpai") or as an honorific (calling someone by their name+senpai). It's commonly used in school settings with students calling upperclassmen "senpai." It's used in work settings as well to address senior coworkers who are older than you and/or have been at the job longer. There's actually another example of "senpai" used in SxF – Yor's coworkers call her "senpai" or "Yor-senpai." They don't call each other "senpai," only Yor, which to me indicates that Yor has been working at City Hall longer than them.

Unfortunately there's no consistently good translation of "senpai" in English, at least not one that would sound natural to use in the same way as Japanese. Because of this, it's often omitted in English translations and replaced with just the character's name. Going back to Fiona, even though the English translations have her call Twilight just "Twilight," she always calls him "senpai" in the Japanese version.

Another thing to note is that, when she needs to be in her undercover role as a nurse who works with "Dr. Forger," she calls him 先生 ("sensei"), which is the term used for a teacher, doctor, or professor.

And lastly, I wanted to talk briefly about Melinda. Along with Becky, she's the only other reoccurring character to use feminine speech in most situations, which is defined by adding softening interjections at the end of sentences, like "ne" (ね), "no" (の), and especially "wa" (わ). It makes sense since she's a lady of high society, as well as being from a family of political influence, so she has a dignified persona to upkeep.

She also calls Yor "Yor-chan," with "-chan" being an honorific used among female friends. She called her "Yor-chan" fairly soon after they met, which shows how fond she was of Yor right away. Makes me even more excited to see what developments there will be for "Plan C" in the future!

<- Return to Part 6

[violetscar656]

"New Beginning" - Aftermath Part 5 (Last part)

Summary: Y/N is sister to Rhys and Cassian, but what is she to Azriel?

Warnings: 18+ Fluff with smut (somewhere between loving and fucking),

Authors Note: Last part, finally here, and it's like a dual POV. And I have officially realised that writing smut is a challenge. Comments are open to any suggestions, ENJOY!

Y/N POV

“I don’t know about this one” I said, looking at my reflection wearing a one-shoulder maroon A-line dress. The dress was pretty, but not what I wanted

A sigh reached me “This is the 6th dress you have tried” Mor said, sitting on one of the chairs in the trial room of the shop. I rolled my eyes

After that kiss, I didn’t trust myself staying in the same house as Azriel. I knew sooner than later I’d somehow end up in his bed. So, I went to The Town House, it’s not like I didn’t try to make other excuses for why I wanted to stay there, but Mor and Feyre cornered me, and well, the truth came out

“I knew it” Feyre screamed “You two are thing now, right?” I just shrugged and looked at Mor

She smiled at me, shaking her head, her eyes were apologetic, though, for all those years when she strung Azriel along. I just hugged her, letting her know what happened, happened

Somehow, telling them, and whatever happened in these past couple of weeks, made me feel freer

“Do you even know where he is taking you?” Ferye asked, handing me an emerald green dress

“He just told me to be ready by 8, I don’t have a clue where we’ll be going” I bit my lip,

The dress was beautiful, equal parts of elegant and sexy, something that said You better fuck me tonight. Well, I didn’t tell the other thing to the girls, it somehow seemed wrong to. Seeing the sweetheart neckline of the dress, I knew it’ll show the deeper scar mark. I’m used the mark showing until my collarbone but-

“Okay, go try this one” Mor ordered, I turned towards her, “Whatever your mind is thinking” Mor narrowed her eyes “It won’t matter to him, you and I both know what kind of male Az is”

Mor was the only one who knew about the extent of the scar; she got suspicious after seeing me wearing an outfit completely out of my element to Rita’s. I suck in a breath, Azriel of all the fae in the world will not be horrified from scar marks; mustering up the courage and go try the dress

As I emerge from the curtains wearing the green dress, a gasp rippled out from Feyre, and Mor just looks at me, mouth wide open “WOW” that’s all the high lady said

I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes going to the angry scar; a hand went towards the middle of my chest, even with the Illyrian healing, the scar stayed, an angry shade of pink and brown mixed

“It's funny how you see the scar first” Feyre says, looking at me “But we see how beautiful you look in that dress”

The dress was more than beautiful, the neckline, the slight shimmer on the dress, which made it shine on different angles according to the light, and the way it hugged my curves, but was also flowy.

“I bet by the night he ends ripping it off you” Mor says, grinning

My face went red.  It’s not like I didn’t want Azriel; hell, I needed him. But he wanted to take it slow, and understanding that I agreed to it

A sigh left me “I don’t think there is going to be any Ripping tonight” I replied

Mor and Feyre start laughing, I look at them raising my eyebrow “Y/N, you have too much faith in Azriel’s control” Feyre says midst laughing “When it comes to you” she adds, teasing

“Oh shut up”

--

Arziel POV

I couldn’t wait for tonight, finally sorting my feelings out. The pining after Mor, and then an attachment with Elain; all because my mind couldn’t process the fact that there was a female who was interested in me, even after knowing my darkest sides.

In a way, I was glad that Y/N wasn’t there in the house when I woke up. I didn’t trust myself around her anymore; it fucking took 500 years of self-control to leave her room after that kiss, well I had to pump myself 3 times before I got any hint of sleep.

I kept thinking about how she would feel, tugging on her silky hair, her mouth on my cock, the taste of her pus-

I heard footsteps outside “Who is it?” I said before anybody knocked

Rhys entered grinning, working like an ice bath over my thoughts “Hello brother” he said

“Hey” I replied, sitting on my bed, and staring at my open closet

“I came here to check up on” he said, and I raised up an eyebrow “Well, Feyre, Mor and Y/N are out and” he pauses “I just wanted to make sure you are not a mess”

I chuckle “Well, it’s a date, Rhys” I pause “With my best friend, with everything on the line” The confession left me without me thinking

Rhys looked shocked, then he chuckled, “Brother, I know you two” He gave me a knowing look “It’ll be more than fine” he walked toward the door, he paused “Just don’t wear your leathers” He teased me and shut the door

--

Y/N POV

I looked beautiful, I had to admit, somehow, I looked feminine, with the makeup and dress. Mor was a magician when it came to my hair. I did tie it up in braid before, first knowing it’ll just get in my way while flying, and second, I didn’t know how to manage it,

 “A braid belongs on the training field and not on a date” Mor said, finishing the last section  “We should head down, your lover boy should be here soon” I laughed at the lover boy nickname

“Thank you, Mor” I told her, standing up, my hand reaching to the to mark

 “You look beautiful, Y/N” Mor reassured

“Thank you”- “You need to teach me how to do hairstyles Mor. These curls look great” I tell her

I reached the end of the stairs and froze, warm honey eyes looking into mine. His eyes travel up and down the length of me

“Hi” Azriel said, taking 2 long strides to reach in front of me

I was at a loss of words, Azriel was wearing a white shirt with dark grey pants. I rarely saw the male in anything but black

He reached out “These are for you” I look at the bouquet of dark purple tulips, and just blinked

“You're not wearing black” My mouth uttered the first thing before thinking; I bit my tongue

He chuckles and gestures to the flowers in his hand “Oh, thank you” I said, our gaze locks again. My breath hitched at the contact of our hands, heat already creeping its way

“You look like a goddess”- “It should be a crime to look this beautiful” Azriel whispered

I couldn’t help but blush “You're one to talk, shadowsinger” I tell him

“I’ll take these” Mor chimed in, taking the bouquet “You two need to leave before a make-out session begins right here”

My face heated, turning crimson

Azriel offered me his hand “Shall we?” I nod

--

Azriel POV

After dinner, we landed on the hillside top in Velaris, a place I usually visited alone, but I wanted to show her this

“Azriel!” Y/N exclaimed “This place is beautiful” she told me looking at the city lights below us

“When did you find this?” those hazel-green eyes were looking towards mine

I huffed, walking towards her “You’ll be surprised at the places you find flying around the city” I reply, sitting near the edge of the grassy ground

She narrowed her eyes to me “Well thank you for the obvious statement” moving to next to me

My hands moved before she sat, and I placed her on my lap, her cheeks turning pink

“Dove?” I look towards her, voice husky “When did you know?” – “That I was not a friend to you” A question that was burning up inside me

Y/N let out a sigh, looking at the lights “I always knew”- “I tried to see you differently” she shook her head “But I couldn’t, I also couldn’t act on it cause I thought you saw me as a sister” She huffed out a laugh

“I never did” I wrapped my hands around her waist, looking into her eyes “You were always my best friend, never a sister” –“But my mind- it never comprehended that someone could show interest in me”

I reach out to her scar mark, pausing, looking up to her, and Y/N slightly dips her head. My finger traces her mark, and Y/N stiffens; the urge to kill those bastards again consumes me. We sat in silence for a while, looking into each other.

“This is the second place my mind is quite” I confessed

“Second?” Y/N asked

I took a breath, knowing it’ll be now or never “First is always next to you” My eyes graced upon the scar again “I did not know before, but I know now” I look into her eyes again

I took her hand and placed it on my heart, and I did the same with mine. Y/N’s breath hitched

“That I loved you before, I love you now, and I’ll love you for my whole existence and beyond” The confession left me, 2 heartbeats pass by

I saw it then, the golden light, the string that bonded us; my eyes widened and my body froze, then I felt a tug towards her

I choked on my breath “How long have you known?”

“When Rhys walked in with your limp body” She threw grass strands on my face “You luckied out, you felt the snap when your mate is on your lap, not bleeding out” Every vein in my body was on fire

I moved, kissing her, placing a hand on the nape of her neck to get her closer, trying to simmer down this need. Y/N opened herself instantly for me

She shifted in my lap, and her body touched my already hard cock, I growled in the kiss. She started grinding herself, our kiss turning from passionate to devouring. Her need hit me like a drug. I moved away from her mouth, kissing her neck

“Azriel” Y/N moaned, rolling herself on me, and a curse left my mouth

I don't know whether it was the mating bond, just us, or how she moaned my name. A part of me was ready to fuck her right here. Another, had to stop this madness before I cum in my pants without touching her.

“Let’s go from here” Y/N said “Or this place is going to turn into something else” She bared her teeth, her need as potent as mine. I tried to reach towards a sane part of me, winnowed us away

--

Y/N POV

I was wrapped up around Azriel’s waist, our mouths in an open kiss, teeth clashing, my hands were already unbuttoning his shirt when we landed. My body, working on its own, grinding on his hard length. A thud sound was the only indication of finally being where we are supposed to be  

“Dove” He growled, placing me on the edge of the bed

I bite down on my lower lip, and start unzipping my dress. While watching my mate remove his shirt, his eyes nearly black

Azriel pushes me on the bed and pins my hands “So impatient little dove” he says voice full of silk

His eyes roaming over me, wearing a lacy black underwear, his finger flicks my already hard nipples, I moan and arch my back at his touch, Azriel hums his approval “Your body is so responsive to my touch”  

That finger travels down the length of my scar, and then he stops “Azriel” I whimper his name, moving my hips

Biting his lip, he rubs my core through the barrier “You are drenched” He growls

I moan his name, tired of this game, wanting, no needing him “Mine” I snarl

A growl sound was the only response before Azriel ripped my underwear and kissed me hard. His mouth travelled down me, placing kisses; he stopped at my breast licking a sucking one and kneading the other. My nails digging on his back, careful of the wings, he nibbled my nipple, and pleasure zigged in me.

“Azriel” I moaned out his name, he pinched my other breast. I could feel my already drenched core getting wetter

I gently tugged on his hair, a slight command, he obliged me, kissing his way down my centre

I moaned at the painfully slow lick down my core, he did it again

“You taste exquisite my love” Azriel’s voice low, I whimpered

He sucked on the bundle of nerves and my back arched more, I was at his mercy. He inserted a finger down me, and I gasped at the sensation, my focus on that single finger

He added a second one, my eyes flew open, looking towards him to find him staring at me, as if waiting for the movement, he curled those digits.

Pleasure gathered down my spine, as his mouth sucked at clit again “Azriel” – “I’m I’m gonna” words fail me as white hot pleasure fills me wave after wave

I come down from my high, panting, my eyes go towards my mates, and he slowly licks does finger clean. Blood pumps in my veins at the sight of him, I get up and tug on his belt, noticing his hardness that’s caged

He lets himself free, my mouth waters at the sight of him, I was gonna devour him. I moved forward “Later” his voice came, barely leashed

He moved us back, and slowly he guided himself in, stretching me to the sweet point of pain and pleasure. He moaned, and the sound that came out of me was not of this world. He filled me so deliciously, letting me adjust to his size

He was inside to the hilt “Are you alright?”

“I’m perfect, Az, now please move”

He started moving at slow pace “You feel heavenly, so tight love” he hissed

“Az, harder” I said between pants

“Are you sure it’s our first time”

“HARDER” I commanded, moving my hips

I wrapped my legs above him for emphasis, and he sped up, setting a punishing pace. I met his each thrust with my own. He shifted, hitting the spot, and my eyes rolled back

“There” I cried out “Just like that”, pleasure gathered again

His pace didn’t falter, hard and brutal. The sound of our moans and slapping of skin on skin filling the room

 “Azriel Azriel Azriel” his name was like a prayer on my lips

I felt my walls tightening, but I wasn’t ready to let this end

“Let go dove” Azriel panted his thrust losing their rhythm “Cum on my cock Y/N”

I cried out his name, shattering, compelled by his words  

 “Y/N” he roared, filling me

He lay on top of me, panting, still seated inside me, the thread between us shimmered. We looked at each other and chuckled, slowly, he pulled out of me

“I’ll be right back” He came back with a towel, and moved my legs apart

I blushed “Az I can do it” and said trying to take the cloth, he held my hand and smiled

“Let me take care of you” He smiled “My mate”

--

Lying on the bed all cuddled up “I love you” I looked in those hazel eyes

“You are mine and I’m yours, dove” Azriel says, wrapping his arms tighter around me

I bit my lip “I know things are busy for me and you both” I pause “But I, I want to accept the bond Az”

His head jerks up eyes widening, “Not now” you say, tapping his chest

His soft eyes look into mine “Would you like a ceremony?” He asked, I shook my head

“A week alone would be good” I tell him, my face heating up

He furrows his brows “Just a week?” He says teasing

I gape at him, and he smirks

“I bet it’ll be a fun conversation with Rhys” Azriel teases “Brother I need at least a month off to accept my bond” He mocks me

My eyes widen “A month??” Shocked, I look at the male

He bites my lip “With all the things I want to do to you” he traces my scar, and my core heats “A whole lifetime is not enough” his voice was full of shadows

--

Few Months Later

Slamming a stack full of documents in the living room, I let out a sigh, and turn “That’s it we are moving from here” I tell my brother

“You tell this every time” Cassian just grins “A little scent bothering you, sweets?”- “You should be used to it by now”  

The training sessions began in the House of Wind with one additional member in the house, Nesta. I were not sure about the female at first, but as the days went by, she was improving, we bonded over our mutual love for books. But the house smelled of sex, and my brother smelled of her; the thought of that made me want to puke

“Oh c’mon now” – “You and Az were worse” Cassian yelled

Well we have been worse, but we barely got time after we accepted the mating bond. Azriel had left for his spymaster work, and I helped with the females' training lessons. Ruby, Lucy and Sarah joined along with 2 more.

Rhys did offer us to stay at the River House, but with Cassian, Azriel, and Nesta looking for the dead trove, someone had to stay. There was also the fear of losing Rhys and Feyre, in short things we fucked up

“I can’t fucking sit in the library cause of the memory of you two clawing each other there, and don’t get me started with the dining room” I yell back

Cassian starts laughing, I glare at my brother

--

4 Months Later

I was walking behind Azriel “Okay, okay, but where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise” Azriel said smiling at me

We were near the hillside, of Velaris, Azriel stopped and turned his head to the small house building there,

My eyes widen “Az you didn’t” I gape at my mate “So all the What's your dream house questions you asked”

Azriel grinned “It’ll be ready soon my love” he leaned forward and kissed me gently

“Decorate it as you wish” A tear slips from my eyes

“This is gonna be our home” I say, Azriel hugs me from behind and places one hand on my stomach

“A family home” he whispered

Note: I’M finally done with this series, and I know they being mates is cliché, but I wanted a happy ending. I hope you guys enjoyed it and well I think imma either take a break from writing or just write another drabble. I don’t know, but thank you to everyone.

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[sweetiechichi]

something softer

pairing: mattheo riddle x f!reader

summary: you’re not really friends with mattheo riddle. more like acquaintances who share a few mutuals and the occasional eye contact. he’s known for breaking rules and hearts, not for being helpful. so when he offers to teach you guitar after a passing comment, you don’t question it. but sitting on his bed, fingers tangled in frets and tension, you realize this might not be the casual hang you thought it’d be.

warnings: mild language, suggestive tension, soft!mattheo, slowburn/mutual pining, not proofread

wc: 2.8k

it wasn’t really meant to become a thing.

you weren’t friends with mattheo riddle. not exactly.

you knew the same people--theo, pansy, enzo here and there. enough overlap that your worlds brushed up against each other sometimes. same parties. same corners of the common room. you’d sit nearby in group conversations, trade the occasional glance when someone said something ridiculous. but that was it.

you’d never really talked. not just the two of you.

mattheo’s reputation had a way of preceding him--known for breaking noses, breaking curfew, and breaking hearts, all while being unfairly attractive about it.

he wasn’t exactly known for being approachable. or friendly. or even tolerable, depending on who you asked.

but he’d never been anything but decent to you.

he held the door open when you were behind him. he never interrupted you when you talked. he didn’t flirt either--which, honestly, made him more suspicious. mysterious. annoyingly intriguing.

there wasn’t much to go on. no late-night conversations. only a few long stares across a crowded room. just a quiet, consistent sort of awareness. like you were on his radar for reasons he never bothered to explain.

you didn’t know what to do with that. so you didn’t do anything at all.

until last week.

it started, as most things did, with theo being a nuisance.

he was halfway through declaring that every attractive person must know how to play guitar--"scientifically proven," apparently--as the group wandered back from dinner, voices echoing down the corridor.

"there is no one hotter," he said, gesturing dramatically, "than someone strumming a sad chord while pretending they don’t care if you’re watching."

"you literally don’t play guitar," pansy deadpanned.

"i could," theo argued. "if i tried."

"you did try," enzo said. "you broke a string and blamed mercury retrograde."

you laughed, tucking your hands into your sleeves.

"to be fair," you added, "mercury retrograde does ruin lives."

pansy turned toward you then, smirking.

"honestly, i could see you in a band, y/n. like... moody bassist energy. black boots, tragic past--"

you rolled your eyes, grinning despite yourself.

"okay, rude--but not entirely inaccurate."

then, a little more honestly--

"i’ve always kind of had this fantasy, actually. of being, like… the mysterious girl in a band. eyeliner smudged, guitar slung over my shoulder, never speaking to anyone unless it’s during soundcheck."

that earned a round of snorts and knowing nods.

"you’d eat that up," pansy laughed.

"i would," you giggled. "i just never learned. not the eyeliner part. the guitar."

and maybe you would’ve left it there, just a throwaway comment, one of a thousand.

but then mattheo, who hadn’t said a word since leaving the great hall, spoke for the first time.

"i’ve got a guitar in my room."

you blinked.

he didn’t look at you when he said it. just kept walking, hands in his pockets, like it wasn’t even a big deal.

"come by sometime." "i’ll show you."

simple. offhand. like he was offering a spare quill.

like he hadn’t just casually invited himself into the fantasy you barely meant to say out loud.

but--god--he was so unfairly attractive about it you wanted to throw yourself into a vanishing cabinet.

maybe it was how casual he was. like it didn’t even matter to him if you said yes.

just an open door.

and now here you were, sitting on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with your sleeves, the sound of the fireplace crackling softly behind you.

his room was surprisingly clean, but not in a showy way. a stack of worn books sat haphazardly on the desk. his boots were tucked beneath it, scuffed and unlaced. the window was cracked slightly, letting in the sharp scent of rain on stone. there was a coffee mug on the windowsill, mostly empty. the walls were plain except for a few old posters--one band you recognized, the others faded with corners curled.

it looked like him. careless, but not thoughtless.

he was crouched near the bed, pulling the guitar from its case with one hand and grabbing a couple of picks off the floor with the other. he didn’t seem rushed; just focused, humming quietly under his breath like you weren’t watching him.

you cleared your throat, barely loud enough to cut through the quiet.

"thanks for offering by the way," you said, voice softer than you meant. "you didn’t have to."

as soon as the words were out, you regretted them.

he glanced up, giving a small smile, a pick balanced between his wet lips.

"didn’t seem like a big deal."

you smiled a little, swinging your feet.

"still. it was nice."

he looked over his shoulder, eyebrows slightly raised, and smirked.

"what, you didn’t think i could be nice?"

the way he said it made your stomach flip--light, teasing, but with just enough weight to catch you off guard.

your laugh came out softer this time.

"i mean--no, i just..."

he shook his head gently, that boyish look in his eyes.

"relax, doll. i’m messing with you."

you looked down, heat crawling up your neck.

"sorry. i don’t know why i’m so nervous."

he didn’t respond right away, but you could feel his eyes on you. not judging--just watching. like he didn’t expect that answer and didn’t want to miss any part of it.

you kept talking, voice lower now.

"it’s just...it’s been a while since i tried something new in front of someone."

he leaned forward, grabbed a few more picks off the floor. then he looked up, face scrunched slightly like that thought almost offended him. it didn't.

"nah. don’t be nervous. you’ve got it. i’ll show you."

he leaned over, starting to actually pull the guitar from its case, handling it with casual ease. his bicep stretched, briefly straining the hem of his sleeve. kill me now.

"so," you said, clearing your throat halfway through the word, "how long have you been playing?"

you weren’t dying for the answer--you just needed something to fill the silence, which was starting to feel weirdly loud. the kind of quiet where every creak in the floorboards echoed louder than it should.

he glanced over his shoulder again, brows lifting slightly at the question.

"shit...probably like..."

he turned back to the guitar, one hand brushing up to tug at the curls at the nape of his neck.

"fuck, i don't know."

a quiet, breathy laugh slipped out of him.

"a few years. picked it up when i was bored one summer."

he strummed a lazy chord, the sound low and slightly uneven in the best way.

"didn't have anyone to teach me, so i just...figured it out."

there was a beat of silence as he adjusted one of the tuning pegs. then he spoke--calm, a little cocky.

"why? you want a lesson or something?"

you raised an eyebrow at his teasing.

"no, i just really needed to see your half-empty coffee mug and three posters falling off the wall."

he laughed, a real one this time.

"okay here, i'll show you something easy."

he walked over holding the guitar by the neck, the thick wooden piece looking small in his large hand.

though your eyes fell to your fingers picking at each other, his dark eyes subtly observed your anxious state.

though he'd never admit it, he thought your nervous posture was quite cute. maybe even instructing in a way, challenging him to take advantage of your vulnerability.

the weight of him atop the bed shifted your body into him, making you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

he sat down beside you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. the neck of the guitar hung loosely in his grip, fingers tapping absently along the frets like he wasn’t even thinking about it.

he smirked, shifted a little closer on the bed, and patted the space next to him.

thigh brushing yours, he didn’t move away.

you gave a small shrug, still twisting your fingers. his gaze flicked to them. then to your face. then back to the guitar, like none of it meant anything.

the guitar looked almost small against him, but in his hands, it somehow looked like it belonged there.

he glanced at you, eyes falling to your hands again.

"you've got soft, little fingers," he hummed simply.

you choked on your breath.

your brain immediately short-circuited, catching the weight of those five words and spinning them into something they probably weren’t meant to be. your cheeks went red hot.

he looked over, mildly confused--then gave a crooked smile, catching on.

"not like that," he said, a little laugh under his breath. "just--guitar strings hurt. they’ll rough up your hands a bit. see mine?"

he put out his hands, casually rotating them to reveal calloused, scarred skin. you nodded quickly, still trying to remember how breathing worked.

"right. yeah. obviously."

smooth.

he turned back to the guitar, still smiling to himself like he’d won something you didn’t know you were playing.

"you alright?" he asked, voice low, amused but not unkind.

you nodded quickly.

he smiled, the kind of smile that barely showed, just curled at the corner of his mouth like he was trying to hide it.

"you're acting like i’m about to throw you on stage," he teased, shifting the guitar slightly. "it’s just me."

you gave him a look.

"you’re kind of intimidating, mattheo."

he let out a short breath, glancing at you with a half-smile.

"funny," he said, fingers idly brushing a string, "most people say that about you."

you tilted your head, surprised.

"me?"

he shrugged, eyes briefly falling on your legs.

"you’re quiet. always watching. people don’t know what you’re thinking."

then, after a beat—his voice low, a little more sure—

"that sort of thing gets to people."

your heart gave a small, traitorous flutter. he caught it, of course. smirked, just barely.

"not me though."

your cheeks flushed despite yourself.

"thanks," you muttered, half hiding behind your hair as you tucked it back again.

he leaned a little closer, just enough that your arms brushed.

"here--" he said gently, "let's get you started."

he guided your hand toward the neck of the guitar, fingers skimming yours as he helped you find the right frets. his touch was light but purposeful, and when you looked at him again, he was already watching you--not with amusement this time, but with something quieter. something softer.

"hold it like this," he said, his voice warm. "yeah... just like that."

you smiled without meaning to, a little stunned into silence. he didn’t push it.

instead, mattheo shifted the guitar slightly, angling it toward you again.

"alright," he said, fingers brushing yours, "press here yeah?"

he guided your hand, his touch light but sure. his fingertips brushed the inside of your palm as he moved your fingers into place--slow, almost lazy, like he had nowhere else to be.

"good," he said quietly. "just like that."

you pressed down on the string, uncertain.

"you weren’t kidding when you said it’d hurt," you muttered, wincing slightly.

he chuckled under his breath.

"that’s how you know you’re doing it right, y/n"

you glanced up. he was already watching you again, but when your eyes met, he didn’t look away.

"play it."

you did--badly. the chord came out uneven and muted. you cringed.

"that was..."

you looked at him and fell into a fit of giggles.

"...fuck—that was so bad."

he gave a soft laugh, head tilting.

"no," he said, amused. "it was cute."

you rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. he leaned in a bit closer, lowering his voice like it was just for you.

"try again. i'll help."

and this time, he didn’t take his hand off yours.

his hand stayed on yours, steady and warm, and you felt everything in you shift.

you weren’t focused on the chord. you weren’t even hearing the guitar anymore. just the pressure of his palm, the rough glide of his fingertips across the back of your hand as he adjusted your grip again.

"your thumb," he murmured.

and then he reached for it--slowly, deliberately--brushing against your skin to guide it gently into place. the touch was light, but it sent a jolt up your arm, sharp and warm all at once. like static under your skin. like he knew exactly what he was doing.

your breath caught.

he must’ve felt it--how still you went, how your hand trembled slightly under his. but he didn’t say anything. he just paused there, his fingers lightly curled over yours, not moving, not letting go.

the room felt impossibly quiet. the fire cracked in the distance, but even that sounded muted under the weight of his closeness.

and then--so softly you might’ve imagined it--

"better."

his voice was low, and it hummed through your bones.

you couldn’t look at him. not yet. you knew if you did, you’d find him already observing you--and you weren’t sure what your face would give away. the way your pulse quickened. the heat blooming just beneath your skin. the way one small, guiding touch had unraveled you.

he didn’t pull back.

you stayed like that--his hand over yours, the guitar almost forgotten between you.

neither of you spoke.

he adjusted the guitar on your lap, then reached for your hand--slowly, like he wasn’t in a rush.

"here," he murmured, voice low. "let me."

his fingers wrapped around yours, guiding them gently across the frets. he moved your hand under his, shaping your fingers, steadying your wrist.

you weren’t sure which chords he was playing. you weren’t really listening.

and then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, his thumb moved--just once--brushing slowly across your knuckle. barely there. but it lit every nerve in your body.

it was hard to focus on the music when his hand was on yours, steadying and careful, like he’d done this before--but never quite like this.

once your fingers were in place, he nodded toward the strings.

"alright," he said. "you strum, i’ll play, yeah?"

you looked at him. he was setting up the chords.

you dragged the pick across the strings, hesitant at first, but the sound came out smooth--soft and right. he shifted behind you slightly, adjusting his grip on the neck of the guitar, his knuckles brushing yours as he changed chords.

the rhythm was simple, but something about it made your chest feel full.

you kept going. strumming. letting him lead.

you finally looked at him.

he was already watching you.

not smirking. not teasing.

just... looking. like he’d been waiting for you to meet him here at this exact moment. quiet, close, no pretenses between you.

your lips parted, something unspoken caught in your throat--but you didn’t have to say it.

there was something different in his expression--something quieter. the usual sharpness in his eyes had softened, like he’d just realized this wasn’t just some random moment. like maybe you weren’t just anyone to him anymore.

then--knock knock.

the sound made you both flinch.

you jumped slightly, eyes flicking to the door. mattheo blinked, like he was waking up from something.

"dude!" theo called from the hallway. "we're gonna be late!"

mattheo exhaled slowly, like the interruption had pulled him out of somewhere he hadn’t meant to go. his fingers slipped from yours, lingering for a second longer than they needed to.

you stood, smoothing your shirt as you stepped toward the door, heart fluttering somewhere near your throat.

"quidditch," he said quietly, almost apologetic.

you nodded, hand on the doorknob.

"i’ll see you. thanks again," you offered softly, already feeling the warmth bloom in your chest when he didn’t hesitate.

"come by tomorrow," he said, voice just above a whisper. "if you want."

you turned to look at him. his hair was a mess, his hand resting on the neck of the guitar still on the bed. and his smile—barely there, but real--was enough to make your heart flutter.

"i want to," you nod. "i will."

and for a second, he just stood there, like he didn’t know what to do with that feeling. then he gave you the tiniest nod, and his eyes dropped to the floor in that rare moment of boyish bashfulness.

you opened the door--and stepped right into theo.

he froze. his eyes flicked to yours, then quickly took in the entire situation: you, leaving mattheo’s room, the faint smile still on your face, the faint blush in your cheeks. he didn’t say a word.

just raised his brows a little, as if to say damn...

then looked past you toward mattheo, who stood just inside the door like he was already bracing for whatever theo wasn’t saying.

you gave theo a quiet, polite smile as you passed. he nodded once, still silent, still watching.

and when you disappeared down the corridor, theo turned back to mattheo with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"what the fu--,"

mattheo just ran a hand through his hair, already walking past him.

"shut up."

A/N: eeekk thank you so much for reading! pls check out my other stuff, as i cannot wait to put more full fics out for u guys.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦢˚. ᵎᵎ also, divider creds to: @dollywons (im obsessed)

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

Interesting revelations from Bear McCreary for 2x06

“Sauron walks to the parapet and gazes across the mighty, serene river, now with the knowledge that Adar and his Orcs lurk beyond the trees. The Sauron ostinato swirls like a swarm of angry bees while low brass and male singers offer the Sauron theme in a growling phrase. This tense variation of his theme simultaneously communicates dread to the audience, as well as Sauron’s growing anticipation that his plan is coming to fruition.”

“In his Orc camp, Adar offers his prisoner Galadriel a meal. He makes an appeal to her that they should join forces. Though she tries to hide it, his words affect her. High string harmonics and time-stretched piano notes once again offer an eerie statement of the Sauron theme, referencing in particular the scene in the previous episode when Mirdania described seeing an evil presence. This musical connection suggests to the viewer that Sauron has, at one point or another, cast the same spell of influence on these two as he has recently on Mirdania. Throughout this series, the score has oft suggested that Sauron need not be present for the miasma of his influence to take hold.”

“Later in the episode, Adar’s appeals finally work, and Galadriel trusts him. The ghostly whisper of the ney accompanies him as he unlocks her chains. Rich orchestral celli respond in kind with a robust statement of the Galadriel theme as she confides in him the truth: that Elrond is on his way with an Elven army, bearing Nenya, her Ring of Power. This is the first time the Galadriel and Adar themes have coexisted in a musically consonant setting.

“However, Adar reveals his treachery. He still fully intends to raze Eregion to the ground. Galadriel, in shock, trails behind him as they walk outside the tent, revealing his camp bustling with preparations for war.”

“Camera movement is always one of the first indicators I look for in footage to inform my musical decisions. Looking back at the past twenty years of my career, one would be hard-pressed to find more than a handful of instances where the camera moved dramatically and I did not comment on it with music. This particular camera movement was utterly irresistible!

Sauron walks calmly to the parapet and raises his arms, overlooking the river. Showrunner J.D. Payne told me he always considered Sauron to be the orchestrator of all this chaos, so he pitched me a wild idea: What if we heard an orchestra tuning up when Sauron raises his arms? I leapt at the idea of suggesting Sauron is the orchestral conductor of a Symphony of Terror. For two weeks’ worth of recording sessions, we captured the orchestra tuning up at the start of each session. In postproduction, we took those layers and manipulated them into a chaotic symphonic soup for this moment. (I think I might borrow Sauron’s “Evil Conductor” style the next time I step up on the podium!)

Across the river, the Adar theme rages with bone flutes, screaming Aztec death whistles, pounding percussion, and blaring brass, all set against the barbaric chants of “Nampat!” from Mieskuoro Huutajat. A tragic statement of Galadriel’s theme wails from French horns as she tugs at her chains. The Sauron ostinato powers through both their themes, ever present, reminding the audience that it is, indeed, his design that brings them all together. The choir employs the full might of their voices to herald the rise of a new Dark Lord on the ominous notes of his melody.”

Bear McCreary: Scoring Episode 206 “Where Is He?”

Sauron definitely knows Adar and Galadriel are “together” at Orc camp; this is obvious in the episode itself (camera transitions), but many are still denying it.  

Bear says Sauron doesn’t need to be present for his “influence” to be felt, and, yes... However, why did he choose to use the same chords as when Mirdania saw his “true form” in the Unseen world during Adar and Galadriel’s diner? We know Sauron was present in that scene from 2x05. Using these particular chords in Adar and Galadriel’s scene in 2x06 isn’t random (obviously). So... was Sauron only keeping an “eye” on their diner, or something else? (Shadow walk, maybe?). 

“Sauron as evil conductor” is an interesting concept, but what magic is he performing here? Because, judging by McCreary’s comments on McKay’s suggestion, this scene was clearly scripted, so there’s more happening here than symbolism.

[dragonagepolls]

This series of polls is regarding whether people like or dislike a character, with anon explaining that they would like to connect with people who have similar feelings to them regarding the characters. So, for the purposes of these polls, I will not be checking tags/replies/comments (and I suggest that anyone else who doesn't want to see their faves get hate take the same approach). If you really want to highlight something POSITIVE about a character, you can send me an ask and I'll (probably) post it. Be kind to real people, and do NOT say anything bigoted. (Also I reserve the right to delete these polls at any time if I feel they're getting out of hand.)

There will be one poll for every companion/advisor (if you want any other specific major characters to have a poll, dm me or send an ask). As this will be a lot of polls, I'm tagging them as 'feelings polls' for those who don't want to get spammed to filter.

[district-thirteen-intern]

So I'm writing after a long time, and I've never written anything for the hunger games universe before, so please be kind, and I hope you'll like it. it's set some time after the victory tour but before (and during) the quarter quell announcement.

dust and damnation ft. haymitch abernathy

pairings: Haymitch x Reader

blurb:

Haymitch Abernathy’s plan to drink himself into oblivion hits a snag when his new housekeeper declares war on his filth—and his misery. Now there’s tea where his whiskey should be, flowers on his table, and worst of all? He might actually be getting better.

content warnings: alcoholism, trauma

The funny thing about hiring a housekeeper to save your life is that sometimes it actually works— which is, frankly, both suspicious and deeply inconvenient for Haymitch, whose retirement plan involves dying sometime soon of liver failure, ideally full-up with a bottle of something strong and undeserved. In his defense, he had been somewhere on his fifth blackout of the week when the kids brought up the suggestion about hiring a live-in maid to help around the house, and he hadn't been coherent enough to argue— which means he's wholly responsible for all the chaos she brings with her, armed with a mop, an infuriatingly sunny disposition, and the absolute audacity to set blooming flowers on his kitchen table like she didn't just ruin the perfectly curated gloom around his house. The kitchen table is only the first victim in a series of victims. In the span of a week, the yellowed curtains are washed and open and billowy again, and empty bottles no longer litter on the floor like unmarked graves, and there are biscuits cooling on the windowsill like he's some washed up grandmother and not a murderer and a pariah and a damaged monster, and for the first time since he began living here, the walls don't loudly berate him for killing everyone he loved everyday. The scent of lemon polish lingers in the air— bright, clean, and offensively optimistic— and it's like hope and dish soap had a baby.

“It smells like a dog shat in a meadow,” he grumbles.

She protests. “It smells elegant!”

“Sweet girl, it smells like a candy store threw up in here.”

“I like it.”

“I don't care,” he says. “Get rid of it.”

And then he storms off and she never does get rid of it.

Later, when she runs out, he's the one who replaces it. And if the scent lingers in his clothes a little longer than he'd ever admit? That's for him to know.

Then she starts laundering his clothes.

He protests on principle.

She replies that his principle smells like rot and mildew.

Haymitch almost doesn't like it.

The food starts appearing next, and surprisingly, it's not like a threat or a bribe or even a favor. There are stews and breads and the occasional crime against pastry— because she may be an optimist but she's no chef— but it's always warm and fresh and sometimes he reaches for it with an absence of mind, like it's a reflex etched into the marrow of his bones. His mother had never wasted anything in her life, and he still hasn't unlearned this habit after years of drowning in insurmountable wealth and grief. So he eats the half-cooked, over-salted meals quietly— automatically— until he feels almost human; something almost real, with life and opinions and motivations.

The bread is still a war crime though.

Haymitch saws at the loaf with a knife. “Did you and that boy bake this or excavate it?”

“It's rustic!”

“It's reinforced concrete.”

She starts defensively. “Next time, you cook.”

“Next time, I'll just chew the table leg,” he grumbles. “Tastes the same anyway.”

She throws the concrete slab of bread loaves at his head.

He eats it anyway, because it's hot, and it's there, and no one has cooked for him in years. But when she burns it again next week, even he can't stomach it. And taking pity on both their stomachs, he nudges her aside, and makes some omelet.

He claims it's just to stop her accidentally poisoning them.

(Neither of them mentions it again.)

And then there is the tea.

It's some foul-tasting concoction brewed from bitterness and herbs and whatever damn kindness she keeps hidden in the pantry that cures the hangovers. Haymitch glares at the mug like it’s personally offended him—which, in fairness, it has. It smells like wet earth and something vaguely medicinal, the kind of brew that could either cure a hangover or summon demons. He’s half-convinced she’s poisoning him slowly, just to see how long it takes him to notice.

But damn it all, it works.

And worse—

She knows it works.

The threadbare blanket on the couch is replaced with a hand-knit monstrosity in cheerful colors, and little windchimes hang on the porch, and if he listens close enough while drinking in the lonesome of his bedroom, he can hear her humming happily as she works. He doesn't even hate it.

No one demands he stop drinking.

He tries anyway.

He almost swears she can tell when he's itching to reach for another bottle, because she appears by his side with some half-cooked, over-salted dish and two glasses of tea and that's that.

Between the music returning to his life and him cooking around the house and helping her in the garden and eating full meals, it's not as hard. He doesn't quit completely, and there are still nights when the ghosts of all his loved ones seem too close, when the weight of the arena and the years of silence becomes unbearable, and the tremors in his hands aren't from withdrawal but from memories, when the bottle is the only thing that can drown out the screaming in his head.

He tells himself it's just once.

Just this once.

(It never is.)

And when he fails— inevitably and spectacularly— feeling sick and hoarse and ashamed before her, she gently wipes the sick off his mouth with a washcloth and half-helps and half-drags him to his bed.

The next morning, there's a glass of water and a plate of dry and plain toast on his nightstand.

He tries again.

It's like a battle. Some days he wins. Some days he loses.

But he keeps trying.

And she keeps waiting.

(That's enough.)

The kids begin to accept dinner invitations much more frequently too, looking less and less concerned, and his sweet girl— that's how he thinks of her now, inside his head, where his desire isn't limited by the cruel reality— looks much less troubled, and when he's sober, he can focus entirely on the sway of her hips as she dances while dusting off the furniture, and that dimple in her cheek when she smiles at him like he's anything more than a man damaged beyond repair.

And so they dwell in this happy medium in the in-betweens of grief: him almost sober and her almost content, until the quarter quell is announced.

The tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.

Haymitch finds her in the garden, fingers stained green from crushing leaves absently between them. “What are you murdering those poor plants for?”

“Just weeds.”

He steps closer, boots scuffing in the dirt. “You're a terrible liar, sweetheart.”

She stiffens. “Go away.”

“I can't. This is my favorite drinking spot.” He sits down beside her, and nudges gently. “Out with it, sweet girl. What'd the flowers do? Insult your knitting?”

She doesn't take the bait. “You promised her that— that if Peeta is reaped, you'll volunteer for him.”

“Yes.”

“And then, you'll die saving her.”

Haymitch shrugs, and then regrets it when he sees the look on her face. “Hey, look at me,” he says softly. “Worst-case scenario? You finally get the house to yourself. No more socks on the floor. No more me drinking all the—”

“Stop!” she says. “You don't get to joke about this.”

“I absolutely get to joke about this. It’s my impending death. I’ll make as many quips as I wa—”

“No! You don't get to joke about this. You don't get to make me care about you, and then make jokes like it doesn't mean anything. I won't let you.”

He reaches out, and wipes away the tears spilling out with his thumb. “Don't cry, sweetheart. Not for me.”

She grabs his hand and presses a kiss to his palm and then his wrist, all quick and fierce, and then she clumsily shoves a delicate flower crown on his head.

Haymitch touches it, bemused. “Is this my execution garland? How charming.”

“Shut up,” she says.

“Make me.”

There's a short pause, before she's leaning in and pressing her lips against his— and well, turns out she has a vested interest in shutting him up; an interest he happily encourages, laughing and kissing her back because he's a man of numbered days.

She leans into him.

The sun sets.

(They don't talk about tomorrow.)

They will, eventually, when it's impossible to ignore; but right now, this little bit of happiness is enough.

a/n: so that's that then! i hope you liked it. please don't forget to like, comment, and reblog.

also please let me know if you want to be added into my hunger games tag list, so you may be notified when i write something else for this universe.

[blurry-lock]

Hi Vann! I love your fics! 💗 Also, I just wanna say Shidou is also my fav character! So I want to request a one-shot if you don’t mind hehehe.

My idea is a Shidou x f!reader.

The situation goes like this: The reader is focused on studying and tutoring Shidou. Meanwhile, Shidou’s being all touchy, playful, and way too close. She tells him to stop—but when his lips brush hers, she melts. The kiss is deep, hot, and she doesn’t stop him.

Everything you make feels so you and I love it—hope you’re being kind to yourself too. Your talent is unreal. Please don’t forget to take care of the real you! ❤️💕

STUDYING SESSION

The tutoring lessons didn’t go as planned

What you need to know: f! Reader, slightly nonchalant? Reader, suggestive, Shidou being a flirt

Notes: tysm for the request and your words 🥺 i really appreciate it and i think i needed to hear that so ty again!! Hope you like this <3

Words: 1.2k

This was a common occurrence, helping Shidou on his classes while he barely paid attention to you as he was too focused checking you out, brushing his shoulder with yours from time to time and when you threatened to leave he put out the biggest pout and finally managed to behave himself and learn from you.

From Shidou’s perspective? He was head over heels for you, he loved how you would glared at him or how you would grip his wrist with force when he was getting touchy, you could’ve punch him and he would be grateful for it. That is how much he is in love with you, he didn’t even need that much of tutoring his grades were average, he just wanted to see your pretty face.

And he knows behind that unbothered and cold attitude from yours, he knows you feel the same because every time he touches you and flirts either he can see the subtle smile you make before rolling your eyes and turning your head away or he can see the tip of your ears having an almost invisible tint of red. No matter how much you tell him to stop or glare at him, he knows your real feelings, he is very observant of you.

He also found it funny how guys approached you, they were either too scared to even look your way or overly confident. The way you rejected and glared at the guys them was different from how you threatened Shidou and while you thought it didn’t show, it very much did or at least he knew.

‘Is he really going to ask her out with that face?’ He thought every time he saw a guy trying to get a chance with you, because to him no other guy could put up with you unless it was him. Shidou is a handsome man and he is very much aware of it, but no matter how popular or how many girls and even guys would try to get his attention, there was something about you that drive him crazy.

Today was no different, you were helping Shidou with some math problems while he was just looking at you and glancing at your lips and how that gloss or whatever you had really suited you.

“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me today, what do ya think?” He grinned, totally ignoring your previous questions about the math problems. “We could go to the coffee shop, the mall…” He spoke in a sultry tone, leaning closer to you and placing a hand on your knee.

“Are you even listening to me?” You glared at him, unfazed by his closeness.

You were here just to help him out, nothing else or that’s what you wanted to believe because it was becoming very hard to reject Shidou when he was the only one that made your heart race and you hated that. You hated feeling vulnerable and weak, but truth always comes out or that’s what they say.

“Come on, lighten up a bit sweetheart~” He leaned closer as he placed his other arm around your shoulders. “I think we should take a break from studying, don’t ya think?”

“I think you should stop and really start to solve your math problems.” Your glare intensified, but at the same time you didn’t back away from him.

“Is that really what you want?” He whispered as his lips were inches away from yours, his deep voice making a shiver ran down your spine.

You huffed and slightly looked away, Shidou could see how your ears were slightly red, he was getting to you. The smirk on his face widened at your reaction so he decided how much further he could go until you finally gave in your true feelings.

“Look at me.” He gently held your jaw and make you look at him and as he did, your lips almost brushed against his.

Your heart raced and you could feel his breathing from how close you were, while your breath hitched, his was calm and warm. You asked yourself how could he be so calm when you’re this close to each other? Simple, he liked you and he was so sure you wouldn’t back away, he was a hella confident guy. Worst you could do is slap him and even he would enjoy that.

“Do I make you nervous?” He smirked, glancing at at your soft lips.

You didn’t answer, couldn’t find the words, you wanted to push him away but at the same time you wished he was closer. You hated how you melted for his stupid flirting and how he was totally your type.

Shidou kept looking at you with his signature smirk, he placed a hand in your cheek and the other one in your nape as he suddenly smashed his lips against yours.

The kiss wasn’t sweet and soft, it was rough, hungry and full of passion and you didn’t stop him, instead you returned the kiss with the same energy. This feeling was better that words, finally giving in your desires. Shidou smirked through the kiss already knowing you’d obviously correspond him, he pulled you impossibly close to him as his hands wandered through your body. As the kiss deepened he let out a quiet moan while he pulled you to his lap.

The sound of some books falling made you jolt back and realize you were still in the school library having a supposed tutoring session. Both of you panting, faces red and your lips smeared of lipstick. Seeing him after that kiss made you flustered as hell you couldn’t even look him in the eye, your serious and cold demeanor completely melting away.

“Why’d you stop?” He tilted his head, gripping your thigh as he still kept you in his lap.

“Shidou we are supposed to be studying and we are at the library!” You huffed, looking down at his hand.

“So? Let them see and be jealous they can’t have you.” He chuckled lowly, squeezing your thigh.

You just rolled your eyes and looked away, you didn’t want to admit you enjoyed it.

“I’m gonna ask again sweetheart~” His usual smirk plastered all over his face as he gently grabbed your jaw, making you look his way. “Do you wanna go out today?”

You look away again, unable to see his way and not wanting to let him see this flustered side of you.

“Come on, answer me, I know you want to.” He chuckled slightly as his grip on your jaw tightened.

“F-fine… I’ll give you a chance…” You muttered and finally look his way and this time instead of seeing his usual cocky grin you got to see a genuine excited smile, your heart melting at the sight.

He looks so cute… You thought as you kept staring at him, mesmerized by the sight.

“You think i’m cute, don’t ya?” His usual smirk returned as he cupped your face, gently caressing your cheeks with his thumb.

You hated how he could read you so easily, you hated his smirk, how confident he was and you hated how he always got his way to get in to you.

But maybe, just maybe you didn’t hate it at all. Shidou’s impact was so strong your feelings turned from hate to love.

Hope you like this one!! Again, sorry for the slow updates, i’ll keep on posting and i appreciate the patience.

Also I appreciate all the reblogs, likes, requests and comments

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[majikkulu]

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ִ ✦ . !DISCLAIMER! ⊹　 ❜ ᵎ for entertainment purposes only i’m  not  a  professional  astrologer,  so  take  this with  a  grain  of  salt!

𓂃 . 𐑞 i  was  looking  into  the  chart  of  the  new  pope.  since  we  don’t  know  his  exact  birth  time,  i  focused  on  the  major  conjunctions.  one  placement  really  caught  my  eye is his  north  node  at  22°  sagittarius.

𓂃 . 𐑞 now,  22°  is  known  to  be  an  intense  degree.  in  astrology,  it's  sometimes  linked  to  life-and-death  situations,  major  transformation,  or  moments  of  extreme  loss  and  rebirth.  it  can  symbolize  being  on  the  edge.  whether  that  means  literal  danger  or  total  spiritual  crisis.  what  struck  me  even  more  is  that  i  have  pluto  at  exactly  22°,  in  my  7th  house,  so  i  know  how  heavy  and  intense  that  energy  can  feel.  it’s  not  subtle.

𓂃 . 𐑞 this  placement  made  me  wonder: is  this  pope  going  to  bring  destruction  or  deep  change  to  the  belief  systems  we’ve  known?  i  think  so.  his  chart  suggests  he’s  here  to  shake  things  up.

𓂃 . 𐑞 one  of  the  biggest  indicators  is  his  moon  conjunct  pluto.  that  kind  of  emotional  intensity  can  make  someone  a  lightning  rod  for  projection.  people  might  see  in  him  what  they  fear,  or  what  they  secretly  admire.  he’ll  likely  be  a  very  polarizing  figure.  some  will  worship  him,  others  might  hate  him  with  everything  they’ve  got.  this  is  pluto  we’re  talking  about.  there’s  a  deep,  almost  fated  energy  to  it.

𓂃 . 𐑞 he  also  has  jupiter  conjunct  pluto,  and  we  know  jupiter  expands  everything  it  touches.  combine  that  with  pluto.  the  planet  of  destruction,  rebirth,  secrets,  and  power.  you  get  someone  who  could  radically  transform  religious  institutions.  especially  because  jupiter  rules  sagittarius,  and  his  north  node  is  there  too.  it’s  giving  “tear  down  the  old  to  make  space  for  the  new”  energy.  honestly,  i  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  he  exposes  corruption,  reveals  secrets,  or  challenges  centuries  of  tradition.

𓂃 . 𐑞 there’s  a  possibility  that  this  transformation  won’t  be  peaceful.  he  might  face  real  danger,  especially  with  this  level  of  power  and  disruption  in  his  chart.  he  could  become  a  symbol  of  spiritual  revolution  but  also  a  target.

𓂃 . 𐑞 emotionally,  he  seems  deeply  tied  to  his  mission.  his  sun  and  moon  conjunct  mars  give  him  an  unstoppable  will.  he’s  passionate  and  might  even  be  combative  when  defending  what  he  believes  in.  this  is  someone  who  fights  for  faith.  not  with  softness,  but  with  fire.  there’s  a  warrior  archetype  here,  wrapped  in  spiritual  clothing.

𓂃 . 𐑞 at  the  same  time,  there’s  a  softness  to  him  too.  sun  conjunct  venus  can  make  someone  warm,  loving,  and  even  magnetic.  people  might  feel  drawn  to  him  not  just  because  of  what  he  says,  but  because  of  how  deeply  he  seems  to  care.  and  with  mercury  conjunct  neptune,  he  might  speak  in  a  way  that  feels  prophetic  or  poetic  like  he’s  channeling  something  divine.  but  it  could  also  make  him  misunderstood,  especially  by  people  who  aren’t  ready  for  what  he’s  saying.

𓂃 . 𐑞 he’s  here  to  tell  a  higher  truth,  to  reveal  what’s  been  hidden,  and  to  push  people  out  of  blind  faith  and  into  conscious  belief.  that  sagittarius  north  node  gives  him  a  mission  rooted  in  truth,  expansion,  and  philosophical  or  spiritual  evolution.  he’s  not  here  to  maintain  what’s  already  built.  he’s  here  to  burn  away  the  illusions.

𓂃 . 𐑞 i’ve  seen  people  already  calling  him  things  like  the  antichrist,  which  feels  like  a  reaction  to  how  deeply  uncomfortable  his  presence  might  be  for  some.  personally,  i  think  he’s  just  a  catalyst  for  transformation.  a  mirror  that  forces  people  to  look  at  their  own  faith  and  question  it.

𓂃 . 𐑞 also,  he’s  has  a  lot  virgo  in  his  chart,  which  honestly  makes  sense.  there’s  a  strong  theme  of  service,  dedication,  and  maybe  even  sacrifice  in  his  chart.  he  feels  like  someone  who  was  born  to  carry  a  heavy  spiritual  burden.  if  he’s  not  careful,  it  could  consume  him.  but  if  he  handles  it  right,  he  could  change  everything.