#probs zero seconds

[stcrforged]

" of course i can! " the goliath almost sounded offended by the other's words. " just watch me. " giant hands took out a set of lock picks from the bag. head then turned, dark eyes observing the lock. it was OBVIOUS that the lock picks were too small. he needed something bigger - like his hammer! with brutal force grog smashed the lock into a thousand tiny pieces of metal. " see, i'm an expert, no wait - THE expert. i bet i can pick any lock in the world. " he opened the door, bowing slightly to scanlan. " after you. "

continued from THIS / @heartheaded

[motherforthefamicom]

buncha mother stuff

[ofthecaravel]

oh god im thinking about 'but you look so cool' oh no

[thatgirlwithasquid]

gosh getting a bit drunk has only made my wolverine pining worse. time to probably fall asleep while rewatching x-men i think :)

[mikurulucky]

A mushroom planet... with soil that looks like pants, giant mushrooms growing out of it, and a lone apartment complex that apparently Tochiro, Matsumoto-sensei, AND Nobotta live...

This is one goofy ass special lol.

[randum-famdoms]

Current number of fanfic tabs I have open on my phone is 153 I need an intervention

[6ebe]

2 prem teams through to the champions cup semi finals guys English rugby is so back 🤣🤣

[ssentimentals]

come and get your love {kim mingyu}

pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader

prompt: arranged marriage! AU, in which mingyu is a popular dj and fem!reader is a famous news reporter. it gets worse before it gets better.

warnings: none! it's not the usual sweet/fluffy stuff everyone is used from me though.

one.

mingyu stares at the window and wonders if he's ever heard of someone jumping out from the sixth floor. surely someone did, right? and they probably stayed alive, right?

'focus.' wonwoo hisses next to him, jamming his elbow hard to mingyu's right side.

mingyu blinks back to the present, looking at the contract in front of him. his sign looks almost foreign on it and to be honest the more he looks at it, the more this whole 'jumping out of the window on sixth floor' idea starts looking great. mingyu turns his head and his gaze lands on you. the only person here with who he's unfamiliar and isn't this ironic? how most unfamiliar person for him in this room is about to become the closest person to him in his life?

'thank you.' your voice is clear and you even muster a smile to the lawyer. a fake one, but still a smile. 'can we get going now?'

'where are hurrying, oh the love of my life?' mingyu asks, raising his voice to sound more dramatic. 'my legal wife, my petal-' wonwoo elbows him hard but mingyu keeps going. 'don't you want to get to know your husband more?'

mingyu waits with baiting breath for your reaction. it's a test from him, sort of. depending on how you'll react he is going to correct his behavior later on. your eyes bore into him with no emotion, nothing on your face betrays how you're feeling. staring at him for few seconds, you simply stand up and walk away, not gracing him with any kind of reply. wonwoo sighs like he's dying next to him but mingyu pays him no mind; he saw your eyes and despite how well you tried to hid it, he saw it - emotion. and he is going to see it again.

two.

'is that wall really that more interesting than me?' mingyu asks, turning towards you. 'it can't be.'

he watches as you slowly turn, facing him. it's been a week since he last saw you and now that you two are back together for fittings, he can't help it. mingyu is not sure what's wrong with him but something about you makes him itchy. he wants to poke you, annoy you, ask you questions, talk to you - anything to get your attention. and when he has it now in form of your raised eyebrow, he can't help but grin. 'so. anything you want to ask from me, my wife?'

your lips twitch and he spent too much time with wonwoo to be able to recognize when someone is trying to hide a smile - it's exactly what you're doing right now. he probs even further: 'i wonder if you're one of those sirens. do you think your voice will lure me in and that's why you're staying silent?'

you uncross your legs and his eyes zero on that motion, focusing a bit too hard on how pretty and long they are. how good they look in those black straight jeans. how nicely they'd look wrapped around-

'it is,' you say, voice not as cold as last time but still rather emotionless. 'the wall, i mean. it is more interesting than you.'

mingyu fakes a gasp, clutching at his chest in an horribly outstaged offence. 'i'll have you know, i'm plenty interesting.' there's a smirk in the corner of your lips and it's such a sexy look on you that mingyu gets thrown off for a second. 'c'mon, ask me something.'

you sigh like he's the biggest annoyance in your life but mingyu sees the way you're biting your inner cheek in order not to smile and he's winning. he's so, so winning. 'mingyu,' you start and he likes the way you say his name. 'are you very upset that there'll be no more parties on ibiza with some hot models for you? now, that you have a wife?'

mingyu blinks. icy chills run down his spine and it's a struggle to keep his expression neutral. 'keeping tabs on me, wifey?' he asks, going for lighthearted but he's too tense to make it look natural.

you roll your eyes, huffing. 'no need to, you're doing a great job by being on every single news portal yourself.'

and it's true, that's the thing. mingyu is a popular dj, of course he's where the party is and yes, in the nice company of pretty people most of the time. but the way you said it - like he's some dirt on your shoes, like you think his whole life is only this, like you know him already when you don't know a damn thing about him - makes him angry. livid, even. he should say something back, something equally bad, but then designer walks in and you two are picture perfect couple again. mingyu kind of hates it. he also hates how he can't even hide the awe in his eyes when you walk out in a white dress, looking stunning.

three.

thunder rolls in with all its might, showing exactly why all flights are cancelled. mingyu watches how mother nature reminds everyone who's actually in charge here, while you're busy stressing out at the background. he turns, focusing on the way you zip and then unzip your bag, grabbing laptop from it with a big sigh. before he can even think it through, question is out of his mouth: 'how can i help you?'

you freeze. you look shocked when you turn to him and he doesn't blame you - it's weird to ask that when both of you are not speaking terms exactly. 'what?' you ask, stuttering a bit. it's kinda cute. 'you want to help me?' mingyu nods. 'why?'

god, you really never want to make anything easy for him, do you? 'because maybe i'm not an asshole you think i am?' mingyu tries but you don't budge. 'fuck, okay. is this how our marriage-'

'fake marriage,' you but in.

'fake marriage is going to be?' mingyu asks. 'we will not talk to each other and you will react like i'm trying to poison you every time i bring you tea? aren't you tired of this?' mingyu moves closer to you. in this huge hotel room you look so small, especially when you wrap arms around yourself like you're doing now. 'our flight got cancelled, but you're stressing out here like our wedding did. i asked a simple question and you're acting like-' he throws his hands in the air, loss of words. you stare back at him, guarded and he suddenly wants to give up. 'actually, nevermind. i'm going to take next room, text me if there'll be any updates about flights.'

mingyu is.. emotionally drained. whenever he tried to take steps towards you all he was met with was a concrete wall. he knows your first meeting could've gone better but the way you're shutting him down is brutal. he grabs his bag and moves to another room, when you softly call out his name. and maybe he shouldn't give in so easily, but it's you and he's ready for anything to get you to talk to him.

'i'm sorry,' you mumble quietly, looking up and meeting his gaze. 'i just- flight is cancelled and we will be late for all our appereances tomorrow and people will be angry-'

'they all will wait,' mingyu interrupts. is this what got you so stressed? you thinking that some people will be angry at you? mingyu instantly despises this idea, you thinking that some people have this power over you. 'they will wait however the fuck they need to wait for us, okay?' a suspicion creeps in his mind. 'did someone say something to you?' the way your eyes widen is an answer enough. 'who?' mingyu asks, raising his voice a little. 'tell me who.'

his voice and tone is firm enough for you to just give him your phone with a message thread with one of the directors of tv channel open. mingyu reads through the messages and grits his teeth so hard, his jaw clicks. 'let me talk to him,' he looks back at you, pleading for you to give permission. 'please. no one should ever talk to you in this way. let me talk to him and i will remind him his place.'

mingyu probably looks very scary right now, but he doesn't care; how dare someone speak to you like that? how dare someone make you this stressed? you nod and mingyu quickly goes to get his phone, typing number of that director. he walks out to call him without noticing sincere small smile playing on your face.

four.

it goes better after that. you two are talking and it's a big win for mingyu. one week full of tv appereances and interview recordings flies in a blink of an eye with your company, especially when you open up to him more and more. mingyu thinks marrying someone who is this smart and funny is not the worst thing in the world.

five.

two weeks till the wedding and mingyu takes you out on your first real date. or well, you don't know yet that this is a date but he's about to drop that bomb soon. the restaraunt is nicely lit, food is delicious and the way candle lights dance on a naked skin of your shoulders in this dress makes him a bit dizzy.

'is this a date?' you ask, looking up at him when waiter brings dessert.

mingyu likes having your eyes on him. he always wanted your attention and now that he has it, he never wants to lose it. he reaches out for your hand, smiling when you let him interlace your fingers together. 'yes, for me. i'd love it if you'll treat it as one, too.'

your eyes are mesmerizing. how mingyu is supposed to concentrate on anything else when you're looking at him like that? your thumb gently caresses his skin. 'it's a date for me too.'

six.

it's all very new. mingyu is not in a rush but he really doesn't want the first time he kisses you to be the wedding so yeah, maybe he is in a rush. it's not like you're complaining though.

'easy there, cowboy,' you giggle, when he pushes you against the door of his bentley. 'what's got you so worked up?'

'you in this dress,' mingyu mutters, leaving small kisses on your neck. 'you dancing to my dj sets. you being next to me. you, just you.' mingyu stops right in front of your lips, practically vibrating with need to learn your taste. 'let me. fuck, please let me, i-'

you kiss him first. and it's everything he thought it'd be and then some more. mingyu kisses back, devours you whole against that car and leaves a stinging bite on your lower lip when he finally pulls back. he brings your foreheads together, breathing heavily. 'we could've been doing this from the start if you didn't act like you had a stick up your ass.'

'fucker,' you mutter, slapping his bicep but with no real heat behind it. 'get off me.' you push him gently and when mingyu steps away, you smile. three days till the wedding and mingyu already is not sure how he's going to survive them without your kisses. 'thanks for the night, mingyu. you were amazing up there.'

mingyu preens, something warm fills his body at your praise of his skills. he knows he's a damn good dj but hearing this from you means so much more. 'i'll see you tomorrow?' he asks, smiling.

you burst out laughing. 'yes, mingyu, i'm not going to skip my own wedding.'

mingyu grins, not wanting to admit how relieved he is to hear this. 'just checking.'

seven.

true to your word, you don't skip the wedding. you are there, looking like an angel in the white dress, making mingyu's heart want to jump out of his ribcage. you kiss sweetly by the applause from everyone and mingyu holds you tight during your first dance.

'forever with me, aren't you excited?' mingyu asks, gently swaying you.

'two years by the contract don't sound like forever,' you say, grinning. 'getting a bit ahead of yourself, mister.'

'what can i say, i'm very confident.' mingyu spins you once, twice and then pushes you back into his arms, right where you belong. 'your heart eyes are giving you away, by the way.'

your laugh is quickly becoming his favorite sound. he smiles too at your giggles. 'you're not exactly being subtle either,' you say playfully. 'happy that you got me in the end, mingyu?'

mingyu leans in, capturing your smile in a sweet kiss. cameras are going crazy and people around are clapping, thinking that it's all fake but it's the single most real thing in his life. 'you have no idea how.'

a/n: this was a request from anon like month ago and i got around it only now, i'm sorry :( hopefully whoever requested this is happy with how it turned out, cause i kinda like it <3 - nini

my other seventeen works are here

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[the-blind-bard]

Parasite Shigaraki x Reader

| Part 2 | Part 3 (Soon) | Masterlist |

Synopsis: [Strangers/Lovers, Smut, Loser!Obsessive! Shigaraki] - |Shigaraki x Reader| Your family called your quirk "parasite", able to feed off of someone's quirk and make it temporarily your own. Luckily, the only other person on the subway happens to have the most powerful quirk you've ever seen and zero experience with women.

Content: MDNI, eventual smut, reader has a quirk, submissive Shigaraki, fem reader, prob other stuff but that's all i can think of

Your eyes burned.

Tired and weighty, your eyes were exhausted from your shift at work. You winced when stepping onto the familiar public transport system with its flickering, yellow light and stench of stale cigarettes and musk. 

Working as late as you do, there are usually only ever two or four others riding the subway with you. 

Most were either just as tired as you, working late and reveling in the joys of selling your health for capital gain, or they were harder-fallen victims of the fucked system just trying to grab a sheltered sleep. 

People abandoned. Deemed worthless rubble of society with quirks that weren’t suited for practicality or glamour. Just aimlessly riding round and round and round-

There was only one other passenger tonight.

This guy was slouched over, posture shitty and seemingly contributing to the slightly musky scent of the subway. 

You guessed that by a couple of odd-end stains on his ratty, black hoodie that shielded his face from view, aside from some loose, blue hairs.

Your decision on where to sit was made instinctively. 

The closer, the better.

For the sake of your quirk.

Your family had always called your quirk “parasite”. 

You embraced the title, albeit with a touch of bitter sarcasm. 

But they were right. 

You were born a parasite. 

Your quirk fed off of the born abilities of others.

Allowing you, with just a touch, to take someone’s quirk from them. You ripped away the abilities that they had known their entire lives and rendered them quirkless until you disengaged physical contact. 

The drawbacks? Aside from having to be close enough to touch them, your quirk also wouldn’t let you use someone’s quirk against them. Anything else was fair game. 

It was a bit cruel. 

Such a useful quirk, but only as useful as the people around you. 

You knew what it felt like to be quirkless, since that’s how most of your time was spent. You didn’t even usually bother telling people you had a quirk, sick of inflating other’s god complex by making them think you’d depend on them. 

It wasn’t a secret, but it wasn’t something you just gave away. That’s why you always silently smirked when people gave you odd looks at night for sitting directly next to them on the subway. 

It was safer for you to be able to grab them quickly and rip their own abilities from their bodies rather than you be sitting on the other side of the subway and finding out how dangerous they are.

You sat down right next to the blue-haired guy, rubbing some of the weariness off of your face and shooting him a polite smile. 

Your quirk made you bold in your adult years. Whenever you realized how dependent people were on their quirks alone, you felt secure in your abilities to throw off any danger coming your way by rendering them useless.

The guy’s body had frozen entirely when you sat next to him, thumbs halting on the mobile game he was playing seconds ago. 

You’d never seen someone hold a phone quite like that.

You watched, interested, as his hands flexed around the device, outstretched pinkies twitching in what was likely annoyance that you sat next to him with every other seat being open. 

You glanced down at his phone screen. You didn’t mean to, but your eyes were drawn there by the way his pinkies oddly hovered, catching your attention. 

Your eyes gleamed with a small burst of energy, as your guard was let slightly down. 

Any guy sitting on the subway playing Minecraft mobile in the dead of night surely couldn’t be that bad. 

You felt obligated to do something about his reaction, feeling kinda bad for disturbing him. Then again, it was kinda cute how jumpy he was. Seems like people don’t elect to sit next to him often.

Maybe it was the way he was so spooked by the mere action of you sitting next to him or maybe you would later blame it on you seeing the comforting, colorful blocks of that nostalgic game, but you tried to think of a way to comfort the man when you realized he was still frozen like a flighty, feral cat. 

“It’s more useful to trap the animals and start a farm.” You noticed his little character was facing only two sheep, holding a little block of TNT. “Then you’ll have a whole herd of sheep to blow up instead of just two. Taking out two sheep? Doesn’t do much. Take out a herd? They’ll remember that.”

You chuckled lightly, just trying to be pseudo-philosophical about Minecraft sheep while also slipping in some of your signature bitter pessimism.

Little did you know, those words would replay in his mind for years to come. Those words would consume him on silent nights, driving him to plot and destroy. Destroy the herd. Destroy the sheep. Make them remem-

“Whatever.” He put his phone away with a scoff, irritated that his game was interrupted. 

He looked up, giving you a full view of his face. Something about him was endearing to you, even if the scratch marks around his neck looked painful. 

Without his game, he just sat there, peripheral view gliding over to you.

He momentarily thought about dusting you for being so fucking annoying, but he couldn’t ignore the stuttering of his pulse or the sweat that collected on his palms when the smell of your perfume slightly covered up the dingy state of the subway. 

His throat felt impossibly tight and his neck itched uncomfortably. Were you making fun of him? Fucking bitch. You think you can just sit next to him as a joke, smelling nice and smiling so prettily at him? 

Girls never sat by Tomura Shigaraki.

You shrugged your shoulders at his silence, indifferent to him shutting down your Minecraft philosophy. What a shame, you would have loved to watch him play for a while to take your mind off of the subway ride. 

You reached in your bag and took out a book you had picked up recently. It was some pompous piece of classic literature that you didn’t really care for but liked to be informed about. 

After all, how can you tell your coworker how fucking dumb and up-his-own-ass he is unless you read what he’s talking about? 

Yeah, this was a spite read. 

You sat there reading for only about ten minutes or so, ignoring the red eyes that were trying to pretend like they weren’t watching you intently. 

Sure, he was kinda weird, but, honestly, you thought that maybe he was worried you were the creep. 

Yeah, you probably would keep an eye on him too if he sat next to you on an empty subway and started on a rant about society in relation to video game sheep…

You would reflect on your horribly embarrassing actions later and remember to leave poor, anxious boys alone when they’re trying to game in peace on the subway. 

The subway lurched particularly hard as it came to a stop. 

You had tried to catch it, but a quiet gasp came from your lips as your body jerked and the book flew from your hands that were gripped too loosely around it. 

He wasn’t thinking. 

He was a fucking idiot.

You might- in his mind- be making fun of him and you might just be some side-quest bitch annoying him on his way back to the hideout, but at this moment, Shigaraki was thinking about how good you smelled and how soft your fingers looked against the pages of that stupid book.

 He thought he was so slick, staring at the way your hands ran over the page, him wondering what would it be like if a girl ran her hands over him like that. What would a girl feel like? What would you feel like?

He hoped you didn’t notice that he leaned in slightly to smell you better. He decided he liked your perfume. A lot.

He was growing tense with the excitement of being so close to a pretty girl that apparently liked video games and also apparently seemed to be somewhat of a pessimistic asshole like him. 

One that chose to sit next to him and talk to him. 

He felt like a dating sim where a new character just unexpectedly got unlocked, introducing the MC’s love interest. This had to be a part of the main plot for him.

So, like an awkward, horny idiot, he reached out to stop her book from hitting the rank subway floor. He thought she was going to smile brightly and talk to him again, thanking him and blushing. 

Instead, his eyes were wide as he remembered who he is- 

what he is.

He’s a fucking monster, not some handsome dating sim MC. 

Your book was ash, falling through his fingers. 

You weren’t tired anymore.

Your lips parted in surprise which enraged Shigaraki as he assumed it to be fear. 

Shigaraki’s expression looked indifferent, but you could kinda detect the shameful flush of red creeping up his neck before he brought up a hand to incessantly scratch the skin. 

You gave him the courtesy of looking away as blood collected under his nails. Was that a drawback of his quirk or was he just that embarrassed? 

Regardless, what a spectacular quirk. Your brain felt like it was suddenly submerged in ice water, a cool clarity of all the things you could do with someone like this by your side. 

The access to power you’d have.

Alone, you’re no one. With him, you could both have everything.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, about to acknowledge how you know it was just an accident and how he meant to do something good, but right as those words went to leave your lips, a group of three obnoxious men boarded the subway.

They were all laughter and stumbles, not caring who heard their obnoxious banter. 

Your eyes left the boy next to you and went straight to one of the men. Particularly, to the one that just whistled at you. 

They all muttered amongst themselves, glassy eyes searching your face and figure, picking apart your appearance’s worth to their disgusting desires. 

It would be so easy. 

If you always had someone like the anxious boy with his beautiful quirk next to you, it could all be so easy.

“Hey babe,” the tallest one of the bunch said as he was carried on by his friend’s laughter, “why don’t you come sit over here and let us give you the subway ride of your life? Might not wanna get off though.” 

His friends cackled, a loud and disgusting sound. 

Your brows pinched in irritation, but you smiled. Something empty. Not like the sweet and earnest ones you had given minutes ago to the itching boy next to you.

“Don’t know, your friends seem to be riding your cock hard enough as it is.”

The boy next to you loosened his stiff shoulders for the first time since you got on the subway, lightly exhaling a breath and restraining laughter. 

Your smirk grew, grateful you also had an audience to urge you on. Glad he seemed responsive to what you said.

However, the guys across from you didn’t find it as funny, standing over and pointing a finger towards you. 

“You bitch, I’ll kick your fucking jaw off. Stupid slut.”

You watched as the man approached. Was he alluding to a kicking quirk? 

No matter if you were right or not, you didn’t want to find out. He had pure hatred in his eyes at you embarrassing him publicly, and he came right at you to do something about it.

You didn’t see the blue-haired boy’s hand get ready to reach out towards the man. Instead, you felt his startled shock and felt him try to jerk away from your grasp as you grabbed his hand.

You’d have to apologize to Minecraft boy later.

You felt it as soon as your soft skin made contact with his rough, cracked hands. 

Power.

It was like a drug had hit your system all at once, rushing to your fingers and making them unmatchable weapons of destruction. 

You reached out and touched the fucker standing across from you, watching as he decayed.

It was breathtaking. One minute solid, the next…reduced to dust.

Silence. The only sound was the rumbling of the subway as it neared the next stop.

The other two men looked at where their friend had been in fear. It was like the world stood still for just a second.

But not for long as the men started clambering to the exit in anticipation of the next stop where they practically flung themselves out of the subway. 

Next to you, the boy physically shook. 

Fuck. You were hoping you hadn’t fucked up too badly. This couldn’t be the last time you see him. The last time you get to use that quirk.

You gave him a sad smile, hand rising to his cheek, lightly caressing it. You felt a pang in your heart as he leaned further into it, his breath hitching in his throat.

You spoke gently to him. 

“Hey now, it’s okay…I’m sorry I didn’t ask before I did that. I didn’t think I really had the time to explain. I’m (Y/n) by the way.” 

You tried to comfort him, hoping he wouldn’t bolt out the door. You really didn’t give a fuck about killing some random dickhead, but this sweet boy seemed so shaken up, you needed to calm him down. You needed to make sure you didn’t scare him off.

You needed to feel the power of his quirk again.

In his seat, Tomura shook but it wasn’t the nerves you suspected. He was nervous for far more carnal reasons. 

No, his breath was coming out in labored pants, him practically vibrating at the lingering ghosts of your touch. 

Not only had you touched his hands and not decayed before his eyes, but then you dared to kill that man in front of everyone without flinching.

It’s like you were his personal fallen angel.

And the hand that had lightly held his cheek with it’s soothing and stern hold? He was instantly addicted to this new feeling, wanting your hands to never leave his skin again. 

His face was flush and his pants shouldn’t feel as tight as they did. He felt like he was suffocating under a fire. Fuck, he might even cum in his pants if you got any closer.

He thought you were fucking perfect. A custom character made just for his two-player mode. 

“Shigaraki Tomura.”

You smiled, glad to see he was still willing to talk to you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Shigaraki.”

Red eyes stared into yours, wide and filled with ravenous wonder.

“Who are you?”

You laughed, “(L/N) (Y/N)-”

Shigaraki shook his head, hands clumsily reaching out for yours, shaking like his life depended on holding your hand in his own again.

His grip on you was impossibly tight, stinging your own skin as his nails dug into the living flesh. His hold was harsh and unfamiliar.

He wasn’t used to using his hands without the intention to destroy. 

“No. Who the fuck are you? Why doesn’t this do anything to you?”

You shook out of his grip, entwining your fingers between his. 

You ran your thumb over his hand while both of yours were locked, you enjoying the simmering power under your fingertips. 

“Oh trust me,” you leaned in closer to him to whisper into his ear, enjoying how you can hear every labored breath of his from being so close. You could even feel the tremble of his body. “It does something to me.”

A little noise bubbled up from his throat and his face flushed with the prettiest red you had seen aside from his own eyes.

You let go of his hands only for him to involuntarily whine and squirm at the feeling of you reaching into his pocket. 

Grabbing his phone, you couldn’t help but be fond of how sweet Tomura seemed. With just a touch of your hand, he melted, and with just a touch of his, you destroyed.

 It felt almost fated.

“Unlock it.”

Usually, Tomura wouldn’t hesitate to bite back if someone dared to give orders to him like that, but he didn’t feel like himself. No, this was different from when Dabi was being an asshole or some pro-hero fuck tried to tell him what to do.

This made his stomach churn in the most wonderful way. 

He wanted you. He could be good for you. Only for you.

You gave the phone to him, his pinky already stretched outwards by reflex. It was a little sad to you how careful he had to be. 

“My number’s in your phone. Text me. I’ll tell you all about my quirk next time.”

Your number? This couldn’t be real. He was sure he was bound to wake up to an embarrassing mess of sticky sheets any minute now. 

“Sure.” 

You smile at him and grab your bag, preparing to get off at your stop. 

God, you hoped he would text you. You weren’t looking forward to having to investigate all the possible stops on this route to find him if he didn’t message you.

You would find him.

Neither of you were aware of the other’s intention, but you wanted to absolutely ruin him by making him yours in every possible meaning of the word.

Meanwhile, he considered you to already be his.

But you knew one thing for sure, Tomura Shigaraki has not seen the last of you. 

Pt 2

[yoursweetwife]

hmmm what about how ratio and ruan mei would act if they were jealous? a bit of a cliche, ratio being him he would probs shout algebraic equations at the guy making a move, but for ruan mei im not sure..

I have a couple of thoughts about these two.

Veritas Ratio considers jealousy to be something unimaginable and primitive, because intelligent and erudite people should not succumb to such base emotions, besides, he is aware of his attractiveness, you need to be a real fool to leave him (he began to change his mind when he fell in love and entered into a REAL relationship) Ratio will immediately understand that he is jealous, but he will stubbornly deny it, saying to himself something like "jealousy is the lot of fools," but he will still continue to look contemptuously at the cause of his indignation.

However, the Veritas is a double-edged sword, everything can end either well or badly (mainly for the one who is bothering you). At best, everything will be limited to just glances that will be hidden behind a plaster head, and rare remarks in the direction of the "opponent". Fortunately, as soon as you start scolding him, he immediately shuts up.

And in the worst case, if a person does not follow words and actions at all, openly showing interest in you, then even the eons themselves will not.

Ratio will lower the interlocutor's self-esteem below zero, regardless of whether there are other people nearby. Because how dare that idiot touch you! And you act like you don't care, even though he sees your annoyance. Once Veritas almost hit someone with a book out of jealousy, he just wasn't used to such feelings.

After that, he can't get rid of the feeling that he became part of this bunch of idiots, fortunately, you were there to calm him down and show him that it's okay to feel like that.

!In no case do not intentionally try to make him jealous, he will definitely not forgive this!

Ruan Mei gives the impression of a person who has only one partner for life, that is, if she falls in love, then she will never look at another, so you will never have a reason to be jealous of her. However, the hermit lifestyle led to Ruan Mei never feeling jealous.

Despite her detachment from people, she can see when people are flirting with you and when they're just being nice. If she doesn't worry about the second, then the first sometimes makes her feel awkward and angry, especially if it happens when you spend time together (few people know that you are dating, because May values privacy).

Her reaction most of the time will be silence, waiting for the conversation with the uninvited guest to end, or if she sees that you are uncomfortable, Ruan Mei will bluntly say that you are not interested and take you away.

If a very persistent fan comes across, then there is no doubt that Ruan Mei will not stand on ceremony and put the person in his place. Few people will want to deal with a famous scientist.

In any case, you will never understand that Ruan Mei is jealous. For her, jealousy will become a kind of object of study, perhaps she will specifically ask you to flirt with other people to see how far things will go.

[torialefay]

Going back to Chris jorking it lol do you think he tries hard to hold back his moans like covering his face with a pillow or biting down on his blankets or shirt to not be too loud? I feel like he’d be too paranoid of any member walking in on him doing it that. he’d probs lock his door or wait for everyone to be asleep but idk… If you think about it because they all have their own rooms now they have that privacy of being sexually active so I’m not surprised if hes felt so deprived of not being able to do anything when he was sharing a room with the others that he now jacks off like a mad man haha but what are ur thoughts??

i am a proud member of the "chris is extremely vocal in bed" club!!!!

when it comes to ✨jorking✨😭 it though, i would say yes, he still gets a lil vocal, but nothing crazyyyy.

but let's think ab this for a second: that man doesn't wear clothes... like he doesn't wear clothes. not only would he not have anything to bite down on, but he also has free access 24/7. that being said, the other members talk ab him being naked in front of them all the time, so he probs has good... self control? hell idk what to call it. basically, he's probably good at hiding his *tendencies* around others.

but at night, when everyone else is asleep, he jacks off hard. i feel like he actually probably has a really high sex drive. i read a study not too long ago (if i can find it again, i'll link it), where the average amount of times a male in chan's age range got off in a week was between 3-7 times. i'd venture to assume he's on the higher end, except for maybe if he comes home so physically exhausted that he passes tf out.

but as for mental exhaustion??? that man is rubbing one out and calling it a night. a lot of people say that getting off before bed actually helps them fall asleep easier, and we all know christopher is the king of not falling asleep. i'm sure he uses it in rotation as one of his remedies 🤭

but back to being loudddd, he definitely lets out some soft noises and grunts, but he's careful to not be too loud. i really don't think he wants to risk the members hearing him. but like, if he gets reallllly into it, and he IS letting his imagination take him away, i can imagine him letting out a few soft whispers to whoever he's thinking about.

i def think he's a combo of porn, maybe a litttttle smut from time to time, & i do think he lets scenarios play out in his head. i think we'd all be lying if we said chris never fantasizes about stuff stays have said to him. he's just a weak weakkkk man. take this with a grain of salt (i know some people are gonna get mad ab me saying this ab our "wholesome leader"), but he's a horny 26 y/o guy with somewhat loser-like tendencies, a dozen complexes ab his appearance, & getting absolutely zero play... yet people are posting about what they'd do to his "big, hard cock" or how his nose "would feel so delicious to ride on" & you're telling me he isn't getting turned on AT ALL? like nahhhh he definitely thinks ab it sometimes. maybe even ab multiple people doing all of those things to him at once. does he have a little bit of a power/corruption kink too and maybe thinks ab abusing it at times? it's likely he's at least had a few instances of that. or he’s tempted to say the least.

this was all a very long-winded way to say: christopher gets extremely horny, he thinks about/watches all different kinds of things, and he def wants to moan depending on the situation, but he is great at keeping it low.

that's it. that's all i've got.

[madzlang]

COD REQUEST

Simon Riley with a shy reader who has ZERO experience with men.

as much as I would’ve loved to make this full blown smut, my brain would not allow that with this ask so no smut 😝 this time at least. if I get enough motivation (and this gets enough notes), I’ll probs make a second part that has smut

anyways, thanks for the ask 😘

Bread, Croissant, and a Date

simon riley x fem!reader

warnings: sorta smutty-ish, just Simon being kinda pervy and stuff

The ding of the small bakery door on the corner of the street echoed around the almost empty shop, that was nearly a singular room if not for the tiny kitchen through the back door.

Simon Riley looked around, seeing an old man sitting at the one table, sipping a coffee and holding a news paper, giving Simon a dirty look as if he interrupted his peace.

Simon raised his brows, walking to the counter and tapped on the bell after seeing the sign near it that said: “ring the bell if I’m not at the counter :)”

A few moments later, a small girl, who was around a foot shorter than Simon, hurried to the counter, a blush on her cheeks.

“Sorry.” She spoke, her voice small as she looked at the counter.

“Don’t worry about it, love.” Simon responded, his voice rough as he looked at her, his eyes trailing up and down her body.

Her eyes darted up to look at him, the blush on her cheeks even darker.

“Uh- what.. what can I get you?” She asked quietly, looking up at him.

“Just a loaf of bread, love.” His eyes were still glued to her body as he spoke.

She nodded, turning around and walking to where she kept the bread, her back turned to him.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes trail down her body, stopping on her ass before looking back up as she walked back.

She placed the loaf of bread on the counter, saying a quiet “$1.50”.

He nodded, giving her the money in coins as he picked up the loaf of bread. “Thanks love.” He said lowly as he walked out, the ding of the bell echoing around the bakery once more.

A week later, Simon reentered the bakery. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted this time, well, apart from the sweet girl working there.

He walked up to the counter, seeing the same old guy from the week before, sitting in the exact same spot, doing the exact same thing he was last week.

Simon tapped on the bell, watching as the girl came out of the back room a few moments later.

“Hi.” She said quietly, looking up at him, a look of recognition on her face, but she quickly looked down again. “What can I get you?”

His eyes darted around the shop, trying to stop his eyes from landing on her tits (although the did many times), and actually find something he wanted.

“Uh, can I get a croissant, darling?” He asked after a few moments.

She nodded, bending down to grab a paper bag and open the display case, getting a croissant out.

Simon had to physically bite his tongue from letting out a groan as he saw her bend down, his thoughts going wild about how her dress tightened on her ass.

She stood up a few moments later, her cheeks pink as she put the paper bag containing the croissant on the counter. “$3.00” she spoke softly, her gaze down at the counter.

He nodded, sliding the amount over in coins. “Thanks, pretty girl.” He missed out on her cheeks turning as red as a tomato as he turned around and left, a sly smile on his face, a bulge in his pants, and a paper bag containing a croissant he didn’t even want in the first place.

Simon couldn’t help but visit the bakery once more, only a few days later.

The bell dinged and he ignored the dirty looks the old man was giving him as he approached the counter.

The girl immediately came out of the back room, approaching the counter, looking up at the him.

“Hi. What can I get you?” She asked, her tone slightly more quite than last time.

“Your number, love.” He spoke, his rough voice a stark contrast to her sweet and quiet voice.

Her cheeks turned bright pink and her eyes widened.

“Sorry.. what?” She asked quietly.

“Your number. So I can ask you out on a date.” Simon was quite proud with his display of confidence, leaning on the counter and running a hand through his messy blond hair.

The girl’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words to respond before she reached under the counter and pulled her phone out, opening her contacts list and giving it to him, silently telling him to put his number in.

“You gonna message me if I do this?” He asked although he was already typing his number in.

She shrugged and nodded, her cheeks still bright pink.

“Good girl.” He said lowly, giving her phone back, turning around and leaving, a grin on his face once more.

Part 2 is postedd

[n3ptoonz]

How’d u think earth realm boys would react to their wife telling me there ready for kids 🎤

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react to their wife being ready for kids

warnings/tags: suggestive, fluff, female reader obv

Liu Kang

The way you brought it up was so subtle and casual. It was during his downtime, which was kinda rare. A simple "Hey...I think I'm ready to have children." and Liu is looking at you with surprised eyes and a full heart.

Being the kind of man Liu is, and how busy his life has become since being appointed as a god, this man set an exact date and time where there would be zero distractions. All his focus and effort was on you. And in you (ba dum tss)

So be prepared for a long night of passion, love, lust, and care. Cause you're not leaving that bed until you've gotten every last drop

Doesn't mind the gender. Boy, girl, he would love them just the same. Hell, even if it was more than one child at once, he wouldn't hesitate to give them the world.

Smoke

You mentioned it while you two were cuddled up on the couch. Little did you know how red his face turned until you felt his heart beat increase in real time, looking up at him with his genuine concern.

At first you thought he was nervous or probably didn't want to, and once he saw your slight frown he immediately countered that thought. He was so excited he froze. Endless reassurance from him until you verbally say you got it.

Did you think he wouldn't nervously suggest you start as soon as possible?? Pish posh, you are sad- happily mistaken. "Why not try right now?" he said, except he's stuttering over his own words and sweating profusely. No matter how many times you've been intimate with one another, he's always nervous around you <3

Gender doesn't matter to him either, however he does lean more on the side of a daughter. Simply because he'd die at the sight of a little girl running around the house that looked like you. If you had a son though, he'd be sure he doesn't meet ol uncle Bi Han bro would prob try to recruit

Johnny Cage

What if I told you he brought the idea to you one day as a "joke" and you're immediately like "That's crazy, I was going to say the same thing!"? You both looked at each other with narrowed eyes before making a run for it to the bedroom

Less talk, more action. It's safe to say y'all were up all night, touchin', lovin', going multiple rounds to the point where you forgot the entire reason for heading straight to bed. But hey, who's complaining? Johnny promised to tap that at the earliest opportunity (yes, i went there)

He SWORE that cowgirl and mating press were the "only efficient ways" to make sure you'd definitely get pregnant. As if going raw wasn't enough already-

Daughter. He wants a daughter. Give the man a daughter. He won't shut up about being a girl dad when you aren't even a month in yet. He's practicing dad jokes. Even coming up with ones that are tailored to daughters. Has a CVS receipt list of girl names and the only one you both decided that was perfect is "Cassandra/Cassie" (wink) He CANNOT wait to have another favorite girl in his life to spoil!

Raiden

It was after training. You finished first and watched him complete his, and the idea came to you while he was helping one of the younger recruits. You just laid it on him without warning: "I think we should have kids." and cue him almost spitting out his water. Was he dreaming?!

Another nervous one who blushed and stuttered a bunch upon trying to conjure up a response. The thought of having a child with you has been on his mind for some time now and it's like you read his mind, he just didn't want to overwhelm you.

Speaking of overwhelming, that was all out the window once you got home. Going from a peaceful walk to a heated make out session on a matter of seconds. Not to mention, you both had a longgg day of training and could use a shower...why not save some money on the water bill!

Raiden is too good with all types of kids to really have a preference. Growing up with his little sister AND kung lao gave him experience on both sides

Kung Lao

After your weekly sparring session, you got to thinking. You're already married, you've seen him handle kids and younger people well, and most of all he looks so damn hot when he's sweaty and out of breath. Not an unfamiliar sight to you at all!

It was when you two went to Madam Bo's for a good after-spar meal when you slyly threw it into the conversation. Mid bite, he couldn't help but back up from his food and look at you with that classic smirk he does and his dimples are fully visible (currently dying at this imagery.) And he'd end up saying something cocky but playful like "You think I'd oppose you carrying the next great Kung Lao?"

Got straight to it when you got home. Luckily you had already showered after the session, otherwise the water bill would've been looking like a traditional Chinese scroll after you were done. Prepare for his teasing, flirtatiousness, and pride to be multiplied by a thousand

I feel like he'd want a boy, and we all know why. He's not at all opposed to the idea of having a daughter. But if your first child was a daughter, you're going back to that king sized mattress once you've fully healed and trying again! (who's complaining 🤨)

Kenshi Takahashi

He had come home from a long day of a series of trips and tasks given by Liu Kang. You were in the kitchen brewing some tea late at night just because when you heard him come in. He wasn't exhausted, but you could tell he just wanted to drop everything and spend all his time with you the way he plopped down at the dining table.

When you offered food he politely declined since he had already eaten earlier. But he could sense something else was on your mind by the slight shift in your tone. Being visually impaired, his auditory has improved considerably since. "Is something on your mind?" he asked. "I think we should have kids." you responded, sitting next to him with your cup of tea.

He was at full attention now, whatever tired him from the day vanished just like that. You took his silence as uncertainty, so as you began to start listing the pros and benefits, he quickly cut you off with a "Let's do it." "Seriously?" you said, just to make sure you heard him. He stood and took your hand in his, "I'm very serious. We can start tonight, tomorrow, next week. The sooner the better." (hey, starting tonight didn't sound like a bad idea 😮‍💨)

He says he doesn't really stress the gender, but he'd like a son. Kenshi would adore your child under any circumstance, but being an only child (idk if that's canon but it's gonna be today XD) who practically raised most of his younger cousins who mostly consisted of girls, he gets a little giddy at the thought of having an older son younger daughter dynamic around the house.

Sub Zero

With how busy he is all the time and how even more tense he's become since the rift, it was a little difficult to find a way to get his undivided attention. However, the whole reason he married you is because you don't take any shit. You voiced your opinions and concerns whenever you deemed fit, and it never got in his way. So, you waltzed into his office on a mission.

It was one of the few times he wasn't running around or training his heart out. He just got done talking to Cyrax when you walked in looking as determined as the day you met. He knows you never interrupt him unless it's something terribly important. At a moment's notice, he gestured for Cyrax to leave so you could speak your peace.

"What is it?" he asked. You made sure the door was securely closed behind you before walking over to sit in his lap. He was quite surprised but also would be lying if he claimed he didn't enjoy it. "Let's have kids." you said. He always told you to be blunt with him about anything, and this was no exception. "Alright." he replied, seldom reason to say no, especially to the love of his life.

Bi Han would for sure want a son. He's set on carrying on tradition, even if he did oppose some of his late father's views. If you had a daughter as your first born, like Kung Lao y'all aren't stopping until you had a son. Though, he knows he will have to learn to raise your kids better than how he was raised. He'd rather die than ever neglect or overwork his children. Plus, you wouldn't have any of that anyway.

Scorpion

Despite being busy a lot as the head of his new clan, he always makes time for you. All his down time was yours unless you said otherwise. You were giving fighting advice to a recruit when Kuai approached you, a gentle warm hand on your shoulder. Earlier in the day, you said you wanted to talk in his free time

After excusing yourself and talking to him on the way to his office, you wasted no time laying it on him. "Kuai...I think we're ready for kids." He stops in his tracks and looks directly into your eyes. "...You're sure about this?" he asks softly, taking your hands in his with the most gentle gaze you've ever seen from him. He's been thinking about this for a while now, but didn't know how to bring it up. Your approving nod with a smile set his heart ablaze with happiness.

Because of his busy schedule, like some of the other kombatants with a lot on their plate, there's a set day and time. And once that time comes...it's tiimmeee (mariah carey voice) That night is gonna be filled with romance and deep love for one another.

Kuai wants a boy. He, like Kenshi, wants the older son and younger daughter dynamic, but for no particular reason. He just likes it. His feelings wouldn't change if your first kid was a girl though, the older daughter younger son dynamic would remind him of how his mother treated Tomas when they were kids before she passed.

a/n: as a mf who doesn't even want kids, this was so fun and cute to write omg😭ty anon for the idea! remember y'all my asks are open and i'd be down to do x or 11 if you want! just clarify pls <3

[bitchiswild]

Skater Girl

GP Anh Yujin x F! Reader

Warnings: Friends to lovers, smut , fluff, creampie, and other things probs🤷‍♀️

Word Count: 4.7k

A/n: Idk anything about skate boarding 🧍‍♀️

And when I talk about skating I mean skateboarding☝️

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(Back Then)

"Mom! Can I go to the park and skate?!" I exclaimed, already making a beeline for the door.

"Yes, you can! Just be careful not to knock someone out with your board, okay?!" Her voice echoed down from upstairs.

"Okay!" With Mom's permission secured, I grabbed my skateboard and headed straight for the park.

Upon arrival, I noticed there weren't as many people today, which was perfect since I considered myself an intermediate skateboarder. I double-checked all my gear before hitting the half-pipe. Everything seemed secure, and the ride began smoothly. No falls or mishaps... until I spoke too soon.

It was my third ride down the half-pipe when I unexpectedly slipped off my board. The sudden jolt sent it careening to the other side, soaring through the air and striking someone square in the head. I watched in horror as the person crumpled to the ground in an instant. Deep down, I knew I had made a grave mistake.

Without a moment's hesitation, I sprinted toward the fallen individual. As I reached them, it was evident they were knocked out cold. Panic surged within me; "Oh, no," I thought, "Mom's going to kill me."

I quickly gathered the girl and cradled her head in my lap, gently tapping her cheeks. "Wake up, wake up," I murmured, both to myself and to her. I noticed her eyes moving behind closed lids, a sign that she was slowly regaining consciousness. When her eyes finally fluttered open, she jokingly quipped, "Is it me or is there an angel in front of me?" A smirk danced across her face.

I stared at her for a moment, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. "Shut up, that was cringe," I scolded her. Without missing a beat, I pushed her off my lap. "What do you mean? I thought it was great!" she protested.

"It wasn't, though. It was too cheesy," I retorted, trying to shake off the awkwardness of the situation.

"Wow, all I try to do is flirt with the person who knocked me out, but she thinks it's cheesy. Do you know how many people would be dying to hear that from me?" The girl's sarcasm cut through the tension.

"Zero," I deadpanned, meeting her gaze. We held a silent stare for a moment until she extended her hand. "The name's Yujin, but you can call me yours if you'd like," She retorted with a teasing smirk.

"Did I knock you out that hard? Stop flirting," I retorted, giving her a playful glare.

"You're no funnn. Anyways, what's your name, girl who knocked me out?" Yujin persisted, maintaining her playful tone.

"Y/n, and sorry about that," I cringed, feeling the weight of the awkward situation. "Are you sure you don't need me to call an ambulance?"

"It's fine, and nope, this noggin is hard," she quipped, knocking on her head to emphasize it, She then grabbed her skateboard and effortlessly started to skate.

"And empty," I muttered under my breath.

She glided back toward me. "Since you knocked me out, I say you need to make it up to me," she declared with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"And what if I don't want to?" I challenged her.

"I'll follow you home and tell your mom," she added, a smirk forming on her lips.

"Well, shoot. Okay, what do you need me to do?" I sighed, not wanting to get in trouble today.

"Nothing really, let's just be friends," Yujin replied casually.

"Then friends it is," I agreed, finding a sense of relief in the resolution.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

(Years later)

A knock echoed at my window, jolting me since my room was on the second story. Reacting swiftly, I grabbed the closest object within reach, preparing to defend myself, and cautiously approached the window. With a quick tug, I pulled up the blinds, closing my eyes tightly and instinctively started swinging.

"WAIT!" a voice yelled, causing me to halt mid-swing. I cautiously opened my eyes and found Yujin standing there. I continued to glare at her while she wore a frightened expression.

"You can't scare me like that!" I exclaimed, my heart racing.

"I'm sorry!" she cried out, clearly apologetic. Instead of slapping her, I stopped and started questioning her about the unexpected scare.

"What happened? Why are you here and why did you climb up here when you literally have the key my mom gave you?" I asked, utterly perplexed.

"I don't know... I guess I wanted to reenact Romeo and Juliet?" Yujin replied, equally confused.

I couldn't help but slap my forehead in disbelief. "Sometimes I wonder if I did give you a concussion that day."

"Hey! At least you got yourself a best friend in the whole entire world from that," Yujin said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I was threatened," I replied with a fake smile.

"You loooOOve MeE! Admit it! Come on, you had many chances to leave me but didn't! Soooo You LoOove MeE!" Yujin exclaimed, teasingly.

I sighed, relenting with a smile. "Of course, Yujinie. Now, you didn't answer my question, why are you here?"

"I was bored and wanted to ask you if you want to go skateboarding and head to our spot to chill for a bit," she explained, steering the conversation toward a more relaxed tone.

"Yeah, sure, let me grab my hoodie," I said, rushing towards my closet.

As Yujin climbed through the window, she tripped and tumbled headfirst onto the floor.

"Oh my God! Yujin, are you okay?" I exclaimed, concerned.

She rubbed her head with a pout on her face. "I'll survive," she replied.

"You really need to stop falling on your head; it's empty enough," I quipped, trying to stifle my laughter as I finished putting on my hoodie.

"You act like I always want to fall on my head," she retorted, rolling her eyes with a smirk. "But maybe I enjoy your attention when I fall because I know you'll take care of me!"

"Here you go again with the flirting," I said, rolling my eyes at her playful banter.

“What can I sayyyyyy,” she quipped, moving her body and arms playfully.

I joined her playful banter and laughing along. "Okay, okay, that's enough let's get going," Yujin and I hurriedly exited my room and dashed downstairs.

"Whoa! When did you get here, Yujin? And where are you kids going?" My mom inquired, a curious expression on her face. "It's a little late to be going out, no?"

"Mom, it's only 6 PM, and we're just heading to the skate park!" I reassured her, emphasizing the early hour.

"Yea, Mrs. Y/Ln, no need to worry! I'll protect Y/n with my life!" Yujin declared, getting into a karate stance and wielding her skateboard playfully, pretending it was a weapon as she playfully glaring at everything around us.

"Yujin, I know you'll protect her," Mrs. Y/Ln chuckled at the banter. "But okay, have fun! Don't be stu-" Before Mrs. Y/Ln could finish her sentence, Yujin and I were already out the door, excitedly heading to the skate park.

The weather felt warm yet cool, with the sun setting and painting the skies in hues of oranges, yellows, and pinks. By the time we reached the skate park, it had gotten darker than we anticipated. However, the vibrant lights surrounding the park illuminated it beautifully, casting a lively glow across the skating ramps and tracks.We both stood there, seemingly captivated by the vibrant lights. However, while Y/n was gazing at the dazzling display, Yujin was actually stealing glances, her eyes filled with adoration as she watched Y/n in the illuminated evening.

"Isn't it beautiful, Yujinie?" I questioned her, still fixated on the lights.

"Yeah, it is," she replied, still staring at me with a gentle fondness in her eyes.

I turned to look at her, and she quickly averted her gaze, clearing her throat. "Let's skate, yeah? I want to show you a new move I've been working on!" she suggested, eager to shift the focus back to skateboarding.

"Okay, watch this!" Yujin skated by me and executed the Tre Flip trick flawlessly. "OMG! Yujin, that was SO GOOD!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands rapidly in excitement and admiration.

"Thank you, thank you, I try," she said, smirking and playfully patting her own back.

"You gotta teach me now," I deadpanned, eager to learn.

"And what if I don't want to?" she teased, flashing a mischievous grin.

"I will fall and hurt myself and tell my mom on you," I countered with a smirk, teasing her back.

"Wait, please, not your mom's wrath. I'll teach you, I promise!" she exclaimed, playfully pleading and raising her hand in a mock plea for mercy.

And so she did. It's a good thing you're a fast learner because, after falling a couple of times, you managed to grasp the move in just two hours. Yujin was there each time, catching you and offering support.

"I think I got it now, let me try it on my own," I told her confidently.

"Okay, go for it," Yujin encouraged.

I skated away from her, turned back around, and flawlessly executed the Tre Flip trick. "Oh my God, Y/n, THAT WAS PERFECT. What the heck, it took me a week to perfect it," she huffed, impressed and slightly incredulous at your quick progress.

"Well, I did have a good teacher," I grinned, acknowledging Yujin's help.

Yujin blushed and then asked, "Want to go to our spot?"

"Sure!" I agreed. We walked to our spot, not far from the skate park. It was an ideal place to observe other skaters attempting tricks and occasionally falling. As we settled down, a comfortable silence enveloped us. While I was admiring the lights, Yujin seemed to be caught in an internal conflict.

"Y/n?" Yujin said quietly, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" I responded, turning my attention to her.

"I need to tell you something. Something that's been practically on my mind since we first met, but I don't want to ruin things between us," she confessed, her gaze fixed on me.

"Whatever it is, Yujinie, I'm sure it's not that bad," I reassured her, meeting her gaze with understanding.

Her trembling hands grasped mine, and her eyes held a mix of nervousness and sincerity as she began to speak.

"Y/n, from the first time I met you when you knocked me out with your flying skateboard, I knew you were going to be someone special to me. You became my best friend that very day. As we grew older, I found myself adoring you even more and somewhere along the way, something changed for me. I started to see you differently—not just as a friend, but as someone who fills my thoughts, someone I deeply care for."

"The truth is, I've developed feelings for you that surpass the boundaries of friendship. The warmth I feel when I'm with you, the way you understand me without words—I've come to realize that I’m in love with you. This confession might change what we have. But I couldn't keep this to myself anymore. It hurt me mentally and physically not being able to express how I feel. I value our friendship immensely, and I don't want to lose that. Yet, I also can't deny these feelings that I have for you”

"I understand if this comes as a surprise or if you need time to process. Your friendship means the world to me, and I hope this confession doesn't change what we share. Regardless of what happens, I'll always cherish the bond we have."

"Yujin, I... I don't know what to say," I confessed, feeling at a loss for words.

"Do you feel the same?" She questioned anxiously, her uncertainty palpable.

"Yujinie... I need some time to think about this. I can't reciprocate your feelings at the moment. I'm so confused right now," I explained, a tinge of frustration in my tone.

"It's okay, don't stress about it, we can forget about it," she said, her voice filled with panic and sadness, releasing my hands.

"No, don't get me wrong. I do feel something between us; it's different. We've always been different from other friends. Just give me some time to think, okay?" I reassured her with a small smile, reaching for her hands again.

"Okay, think about it," she said, "let me drop you back home; it's getting late, and we don't want your mom screaming at us."

"Race you!" I exclaimed, injecting a playful tone into the atmosphere as we made our way back to my house, the excitement evident in my voice.

Yujin grinned at the challenge, her eyes lighting up with a competitive spark. With a laugh, she picked up the pace, our playful banter echoing through the streets as we hurried toward our destination.

As we arrived at my house, I turned to Yujin, a sense of concern and contemplation lingering in my gaze. "I'll get back to you with an answer, okay?" I expressed, the air thick with a mix of longing and confusion that seemed to envelop us both, leaving an unspoken tension hanging in the atmosphere.

" And I promise this won't affect our friendship," I assured her, hoping to ease any unease or uncertainty, my words carrying a sincere tone of reassurance.

Yujin met my gaze with understanding, a small smile gracing her lips. "I know. Take your time," she responded, her voice gentle and supportive. With a backward glance, she started making her way back home, leaving me with my thoughts and the weight of the decision I needed to make. The unspoken emotions lingered in the air, hinting at the complexity of the situation and the importance of the choice ahead.

In the days that followed, my mind swirled with every possible outcome that could stem from the prospect of dating Yujin. Each potential path led me down a different emotional route, some shadowed with sorrow while others gleamed with the promise of a bright and joyful future.

Thoughts of our shared moments, our deep connection, and the possibility of something deeper intertwined with my concerns, doubts, and hopes. I weighed the complexities of our friendship against the unknown territory of a romantic relationship.

Yet, amidst the contemplation, I found a resolve within me. A decision emerged, one that had been carefully considered and pondered upon. I chose a path, my heart finding solace in the conviction of that choice, even amidst the uncertainties that lay ahead.

I am in love with Anh Yujin.

As I hastily grabbed my phone, my heart pounded with a mix of nerves and excitement. Typing out the message to Yujin, I invited her to meet me at the fair happening near the skate park. The anticipation grew as I anxiously awaited her response, hoping for an agreement.

Her quick affirmation spurred me into action. I hurried downstairs, slipping on my shoes with an urgency fueled by the desire to express my feelings for Yujin. The rush of emotions, a blend of nervousness and determination, urged me forward as I stepped out, ready to lay bare the depth of my affection for her.

In that bustling fairground, I searched among the crowd for Yujin, my heart racing with anticipation. As I saw her, engrossed in her phone about to send me a message, I couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within me.

"Yujin!" I called out her name, the sheer emotion evident in my voice. She looked up, our eyes locking in an instant, a surge of emotions passing between us.

Without hesitation, I dashed towards her, my heart pounding with each step. As I reached her, she opened her arms and I crashed into her embrace, feeling her warmth and strength wrapping around me. Our eyes met, and with a rush of overwhelming affection, I confessed, "I love you too."

Yujin's eyes lit up with joy, mirroring the elation in my heart. Without a moment's hesitation, she gently cupped my chin, drawing me closer, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. In that beautiful moment, amidst the bustling fair, everything else faded away, leaving only the depth of our shared feelings and the promise of a new chapter in our relationship.

Yujin's eyes sparkled with happiness and adoration as she pulled back slightly, her gaze fixed on mine. There was a contagious joy in her expression, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

"I've been waiting for this moment since the first time I met you," she confessed, her words laced with genuine affection and a grin that mirrored the fluttering excitement in her heart.

Before I could respond, she closed the distance between us once more, pulling me into another tender kiss. In that shared embrace, amidst the whirlwind of emotions and the buzzing energy of the fair around us, it felt like time stood still, allowing us to savor the depth of our connection and the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

Yujin's question hung in the air, carrying a weight of vulnerability and hope. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Her words held an earnestness that tugged at my heartstrings.

A smile bloomed on my face, unable to contain the joy bubbling within me. "I would love to," I replied, feeling a rush of happiness at the prospect of officially starting this journey with her.

As our eyes met, a wave of shyness washed over me, prompting Yujin to notice. "What?" I asked, feeling the blush creeping up my cheeks.

Her gaze softened, filled with a mix of affection and disbelief. "Nothing. I just can't believe you're mine now," she confessed, her words tinged with a hint of amazement at the newfound reality of our relationship.

"Yujin, I've been yours before I even knew it," I reassured her, a tender sincerity lacing my words.

Her laughter rang through the air, a melodious sound that filled me with warmth. She grabbed my hand, leading me toward a carnival game nearby. "Let me win you something. A memento for this day," she declared with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

And so, for the next five hours, we immersed ourselves in the fun of the fair, trying our luck at various games, taking photos, laughing, and creating cherished memories. The bright lights, the laughter, and the shared moments became the canvas of our beginning, marking the start of a beautiful chapter in our lives together.

Three months into our relationship, it was a revelation to learn that both sets of our parents had been secretly rooting for Yujin and me to become a couple. Their happiness and support added an extra layer of joy and warmth to our newfound relationship, knowing that our families were genuinely happy for us. It felt reassuring to have their encouragement as we navigated this new chapter together.

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(In the past: a couple of weeks after the confession)

The revelation hit me like a whirlwind. Both Yujin's and my parents had placed a bet on our relationship blossoming! I couldn't help but gasp in disbelief as Yujin's parents handed mine a $100 bill.

"You placed a bet on us?!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide with astonishment. It was a shock to realize they had been silently rooting for Yujin and me to become a couple all along.

"Of course, honey! We had a feeling, especially since Yujin was head over heels for you ever since you introduced us," my mom explained, pocketing the money with a mischievous smile.

Yujin's mom chuckled, adding, "Yeah, I already knew Yujin was practically in love with you. She'd come home talking about you all the time."

Yujin blushed and looked away, clearly embarrassed by the revelation. Meanwhile, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, feeling a rush of warmth at her admission.

"Okay, guys, let's stop talking about this," Yujin interjected, embarrassment evident in her voice, though her cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue. I couldn't help but giggle along with her.

"Okay, parents, Yujin and I will be in my room," I announced, grabbing Yujin's hand and playfully dragging her toward the stairs.

"Leave the door open, honey!" my mom called after us, prompting me to turn beet red at her comment.

"Oh my god, Mom!" I exclaimed in utter embarrassment, the situation turning into a moment of shared laughter among the adults.

But it didn't end there. Yujin's mom added a humorous yet embarrassing remark, "Make sure to wrap it before you tap it, Yujinie!" She high-fived my mom, and both of us groaned in mortification before quickly heading toward my room, leaving behind the laughter and teasing of our parents.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

(Present)

Yujin and I haven't taken that step toward intimacy yet. While we've had a fair share of make outs and touchiness, we haven't gone further, but I'm considering changing that. This weekend, my parents are going out of town and suggested I invite Yujin over for company, so I did.

Yujin came over, and we decided to watch a movie in my room. She was dressed in simple grey sweats paired with an oversized shirt, yet she looked effortlessly attractive, and I found myself unable to look away from her. She seemed to notice my gaze.

"Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her eyes as she picked up on my reaction. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... you look really hot right now," I admitted, feeling a hint of intensity in my gaze as I found it hard to look away from her.

Yujin blushed, clearly taken aback by my comment. She noticed my focus on her lips, and a moment of anticipation lingered between us.

Suddenly, Yujin closed the distance between us, drawing me closer, and without hesitation, she cupped my face, pulling me into a passionate and intense kiss. The moment was filled with an electrifying spark as our lips met, sending a rush of emotions through both of us.

My hand touched her dick as I was kissing her, sending Yujin into a frenzy. She seemed to get my gist, pulling me closer on her lap, her hand briefly touched my butt before rubbing it.

I withdrew from our kiss, panting fiercely. I took off my top without a bra underneath. Yujin observed my every action. Beneath me, her dick hardened. "Shit baby," she groaned. Slightly thrusting against me.

"Please," I begged as I fixed my gaze on her. "Please, just touch me, fuck me, make love to me."

Yujin groaned at the sound of me pleading and flipping us, so she was on top. She pulled off her shirt and pants, leaving her boxers on. Her dick hardened at the sight before her. She then kissed my neck down to my boobs, sucking on them for a bit, then moved down to my pants. She looked at me for permission. I nodded eagerly, giving her the green light to continue. With a mischievous smile, she skillfully unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid them off, revealing a wet patch on my underwear.

As she continued to explore my body with her lips and hands, a wave of anticipation and desire washed over me. The room filled with an electrifying tension, fueling our passion even further. Her face neared my clothed area, and she gently ran her fingers along the fabric, teasingly tracing the outline of my wet pussy. The anticipation grew as she leaned in, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

With a mischievous smile, she whispered, "Are you ready for me?" The heat of her breath made me squirmish. She grabbed my panties and pulled them down agonizingly slow. Teasing me. I could feel the intensity building as she continued to tease, I was drenched with desire at this point. With each agonizingly slow movement, she heightened my desire, leaving me yearning for more. The intensity of the moment was almost unbearable, and I couldn't help but surrender to the pleasure that awaited me. I looked at her; a smirk played on her face, but it quickly melted into a gaze filled with love.

“I love you “ She said

"I love you too," I replied.

Without a warning her fingers went to my core, and brushed my folds. Her thumb rubbed my clit preparing me for her dick.

“Fuck” I groaned.

She withdrew her fingers. Her dick slapped against her stomach as she removed her boxers. I groaned at what I saw.

“Please” I begged.

“Be patient baby, I'll be sure to take care of you.” She told me.

Yujin placed herself between your legs, spreading them a bit more, pumping her shaft with one hand. She then inserted herself inside your core, stretching you, a wave of pleasure washed over me. I gasped and arched my back, feeling the intensity of her thrusts. Her movements were deliberate and skillful, driving me closer to the edge with each deep penetration. The sensations were overwhelming, and I couldn't help but surrender myself completely to her.

Yujin leans closer, pushing herself deeper, a loud moan escapes your lips. "Fuck baby, you're so tight." She let out a gasp, finding it difficult to push into your core as your pussy felt like a vice grip.

“Fuck Yujin” I cried out in pleasure.

Yujin wrapped your legs around her waist, skin slapping against each other. She moved her hips fast and hard, angling it to find your spot. You clenched your walls., eliciting a groan from her. Your walls start to tighten with every thrust. Yujin threw her head back, the vein in her neck bulging begging to be sucked on. She gripped you tighter and your body started to tighten. “I’m close” I mewled out tugging on her hair.

She lets out a loud moan, her hips bristled with hunger, greed, lust ,and most of all love. Her lips meet yours again as you finally let go, our orgasm hitting you like a truck. Yujin groans against your lips, feeling the tightening of your pussy as you came, her orgasm following in suit as thick ropes of her cum shoot inside you, filling you up.

Yujin pulls away from the kiss, holding you while she is still inside. Kissing the marks she left on your neck. “That’s my girl” She praised the love evident in her eyes. She pulled out slowly not wanting to over stimulate you. She went to the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth to help me clean up. Once done, she returned to bed, lying beside me, and gently pulled me close, softly caressing my side.

"You okay?" she asked, concern evident in her gaze as she looked down at me, worried that she might have hurt me.

"I'm okay," I reassured her, cuddling into her chest for comfort.

We cuddled for a few minutes, and then Yujin suddenly got up. “Shit! We forgot to wrap it,” she exclaimed in a panic. I couldn't help but laugh at her antics.

“Don't worry, I'm on the pill,” I told her, calming her nerves.

“Oh, Okay,” She sighed in relief.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Who would've thought that a skateboard accidentally hitting Yujin's head would lead us to this moment today?

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[hotpinkstars]

Okay, you asked for a request, and here I am. Because I myself also need requests and ideas for writing Genshin stories and receive exactly ZERO requests *upset sigh* And now the request itself

Reader, who is Childe's sibling or just one of the Harbingers? I love these guys and sometimes I jokingly think that the whole of Taivat hates them, not because they are the military power of Snow, but because they look too stylish and beautiful *cheerful laughter*

Therefore, why not try to write something about the Reader, who, knowing all the activities of Fatui, still loves and supports his sibilings

🍞 anon

-> one of the 11

synopsis -> you're a fatui harbinger, and particularly close to childe. you're like family to the harbinger.

warnings -> mentions of injuries, you're close to la signora in this as well lol

a/n -> hii! this was so cute and aaaaa new anon !!!!! i'm probs going to make an anon list if more people do this but yayyyy my first name anon 😊😊

w/c -> 649

you had a really… odd bond with childe.

he was just your fellow colleague, and the other harbingers + the tsaritsa herself has requested it to stay that way. but yet, the two of you always get sent out to missions together. the one time you two went to fontaine, you goofed off a little too hard. not only did childe want to duel the champion duelist herself, but you broke a few of the many rules furina has set in place and went to meropide. and then later escaped through the pipes together. hm. 

but whenever those moments occur, you treat him like your best friend! you’re close with his whole family, his siblings treat you like you’re part of their family, and his parents always welcome you in with open arms.

whenever childe has to go alone on a mission, you help support his family. with being a harbinger, you never know when your dying breath will be. especially with childe, who loves to play with his life. that stupid delusion, as you’d scold him.

his family doesn’t like your job too much, which is why you both hide it from his siblings. considering the toymaker act he puts on to preserve teucers innocence, you simply just tell him and sometimes tonia that he’s just out to sell his new stock in liyue, or whatever nation he went to for his actual line of work. 

not to mention how supportive the both of you were to each other while grieving over signora. you were also rather close with that woman, and it was a shame that she’d passed on so soon. as heartless as the other harbingers seemed during her funeral, you understood that they all chose to grieve in their own way.

you had to keep a straight face the time you were there, paying your respects to the late la signora. you listened to the others talk about their future plans for the fatui and where work will bring you next, and you said your own fair share of things. 

but as soon you were in the clear, you started crying. you knew fully well you weren’t supposed to care too hard about a woman like her. you didn’t know if any of your other colleagues felt enough emotion to her passing to even think about it. you put your resentment to the shogun in the back of your mind, running up to childe. 

“hey-” he started, cutting himself off when he saw your face. your eyes were puffy and tear-filled, lips bit chapped. “whats wrong?”

“i hated every second of her funeral. everyone seemed so unbothered,” you sniffled, letting the cold air hit your face as you check your surroundings once again. “especially the knave and the jester.”

he nodded, scrunching his eyes closed at the sudden gust of chilled wind. “considering even i feel a little tinge of grief, i doubt they’re not thinking about it. they’re harbingers, but it’s not like they don’t feel emotions.”

you nod as the tears come back. he wraps his arm around your shoulders and lets you cry into his side. you both walk back to his place, where you straighten yourself up before you walk through the door, greeting his parents with a smile and a hug.

if the time comes for combat and one of you gets hurt, the only goal is to finish the fight and get the other to the nearest infirmary. if its a near fatal injury, then other choices are to be made.

it pisses you off that even though you were asked to keep your business front around all the others or on the job, he still likes to tease and try to make you break your front. you always end up slapping him, drawing attention from the other harbingers (and it always makes them laugh. put him in his place!!!)

[pizza-cake-house]

so idk why do all the ppl in the magnus chase series or even in norse myths in general think niflheim or helheim are by far the worst places you could end up to in nine realms after death (from what i know) like if you want to find real hell around the world tree then alfheim is literally right there.

real definition of never judge a book by it's cover. i could even list all the reasons as to why it could be considered living hell for anybody living there (or even those outside of it) in this same post

the reasons why alfheim is the worst place in nine realms (mostly based on how it's described in the series by the characters:)

-the sun never literally fucking sets. it's eternal sunshine all year long 24/7. imagine that. actual hellish landscape. i would literally rather be dead than not have nighttime anymore ever again.

-the worst fucking capitalist bastard in the whole series and the worst most evil fictional character i've EVER seen lived there. i think that would be enough reason for anyone to hate that place.

-the idealization of perfection is just unnatural. everything is Too Perfect there and it's just not normal. it should have imperfections like every place has but they don't exist. everything seems Too Beautiful but it's actually a cover for the ugly truths underneath imo.

-literally nobody uses magic there anymore and those who do are shunned by their society and families and cast as outsiders. like what the fuck is their problem. hearth is propably the only one from the entire realm to even understand the concept of magic anymore bc he romanticizes the past and utterly despises the present. and he knows he can do that just to spite the ones that hate on him for that.

-imo there are other ppl living in that hellscape who also fucking hate it but can't speak out loud bc they don't want to be shunned or banished or killed, or having to deal with the capitalistic tyrant who probs had all the power in the place as well as all the money until he died and speaking up against him would've been a bad idea.

-the patron god of that realm literally did shit nothing to stop the situation from getting dire, like if i saw all the shit that was happening there i would've come all the way from asgard and fucking incinerated alderman's ass right on the spot with zero hesitation whatsoever. like no second thoughts just smiting that bitch down.

-also hearth's brother literally Died there like i would be miserable too if my brother died in an already horrible place and then get blamed for it for my whole life.

like i'm not blaming them or anything, but it did make things worse but the real blame is on their dad tho. not hearth. that shit was never his fault bc technically it was an accident and it could've been prevented but it was just too late.

that's pretty much all there is ig, i can't think of anything else to add unless i make a separate list of all the trauma that hearth has from his childhood which i propably won't do bc it's just. that horrible. feel free to add your own takes on this tho