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jordyn-degas · 2 years

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Can I request Sasuke x reader first time blowjobing him but reader isn’t the one making the first move but sasuke somehow and how did it happen?

sorry sorry super sorry for the late reply - such a bad toothache you cannot believe it ARGHHH - i couldn't even think 😤😤 Uhhhh, that’s a way to tickle my brain and senses that’s for sure 👀 ANYWAYYYYYY - EXCITED FOR THIS TBH 🤩 it's my first stand alone oral scene - let's see how it goes here we go - enjoyyyyy my horny anonnnn 😈

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x gn!reader

Word count: 2.5 k

Genre: NSWF - characters aged up 21+

Warnings: MDNI! - smut - oral (male receiving) - cumshot

A strong, perfectly capable Shinobi as you were, with a spotless track record that had the ear of the Hokage, you could easily fling around your finger anyone you desired, yet you found yourself wrapped around the finger of none other than Sasuke Uchiha.

Or should you say wrapped around his dick? If truth was to be told, in all honesty, that is how this entire thing between the two of you started. By complete and utter accident, separate tables, separate bottles of sake and barely recognizing each other after all the years that have passed. Who were you kidding? You knew exactly who the brooding man was. Apparently, the alcohol was probably the only thing able to have an Uchiha loosen up enough to strike a conversation. Realizing who you were in the end, after another bottle of sake and too many stories to count, Sasuke dicked you down that night so good you stayed in bed the entire day after.

Apparently, your skills were absolutely stellar since Sasuke started coming back to the village more often, sometimes staying put for weeks, always with you, practically living together. Six months later, there you were, him sprawled on the couch with a book as you grabbed the grocery list from the kitchen.

“Do you need anything in particular?” you asked placing yourself in front of him.

“Yes.” Sasuke replied simply, his fingers latching onto your shorts and pulling your body towards him. “You.”

“Down, boy.” you chuckled taking two steps back where he could not reach. “After you eat me tonight, we still need dinner.”

“Not really.” he replied as his eyes darkened, a small and arrogant smirk gracing his lips. “If you really need your mouth stuffed that badly, I can help you with it.”

Eyes popping wide open, lips parted in shock, your breath hitched as a blush pinched your cheeks. Sasuke knew exactly what he was aiming for, the innuendos starting about a week ago. You brushed past them with grace but could not help yourself from thinking about it. It was not that you did not wanted, it was simply the fact that you have never done it for any man, not really feeling they were deserving of such pleasure. However, Sasuke? Oh, well, that was another conversation, scenes in which he slides his cock down your throat animating your imagination almost daily. The only fear you had was that of disappointment, of failure to pleasure him as he always pleasures you.

“Breathe.” Sasuke chuckled darkly. “You’ll pop a vein.”

Rolling your eyes, flustered beyond recognition, you rushed out of the house feeling the need of a big breath of fresh air. The simple idea of him wanting it and you doing it was sending jolts of pleasure right down your spine . God, he could be infuriating!

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“I’m home.” you announced walking into the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter.

“Can you come for a second?” Sasuke asked from the living room, detecting a hint of amusement and surprise in his tone. "Please."

Raising an eyebrow, you sighed and made your way towards the room. To say that your jaw hit the floor in embarrassment was an understatement. There he was in all his glory: Sasuke with his head tilted to the side, an amused expression while holding the book you’ve been hiding from him open to a very specific page you were interested in.

“Someone’s studying hard.” he said flicking a couple of signs you placed in between the pages.

“Sasuke, I ..” you tried to say but the voice betrayed you as he turned another page and hummed.

“You should have simply asked, love.” Sasuke said motioning for you to come to him. “I could’ve answered all of your questions.”

Obediently, you approached the man with a horrid embarrassment as his legs opened more than usual to welcome you in between. He motioned for you to bend over him slightly, his lips latching onto yours, a soft kiss electrifying your senses before his teeth pulled a bit on your lip, wanting, full of desire. When Sasuke was in the mood, the entire air was shifting, able to feel his want all over your body, hairs raising and goosebumps engulfing you from head to toe. His sexual magnetism was so effortless it always had you weak in the knees.

“Reading about how to give a blowjob?” Sasuke hummed pulling slightly back, his gaze meeting yours with undeniable lust. “I’m impressed.”

“Stop ..” you whispered. “It was a curiosity.”

“You’re embarrassed for no reason, love.” he spoke so softly it surprised you deeply, a smile gracing his delicious lips. “Are you still curious?”

“Yes.” you replied a bit too quickly, nodding, stomach flipping with anticipation and he chuckled lightly.

“Are you willing to kneel for me?” Sasuke asked raising an eyebrow knowing very well how you would usually put up a fight before he could fully subdue you.

Before he could even finish the question, you dropped to your knees, the arousal with which you left the house still there, raging. Sasuke smirked, your eyes quickly noticing the outline of his cock through the pants, hardening more by the second.

“Are you so eager to ..” Sasuke asked leaning forward until his nose brushed yours faintly, hand grabbing your chin, fingers squeezing lightly your cheeks and your lips parted with a sigh. “ .. show me how you can suck my cock?”

An innocent, unwilling moan slipped past your lips hearing his words, his chuckle following right after, laced with arousal. Your body trembled as Sasuke’s back hit the backrest of the couch, pants slipping off his body revealing the pair of boxers in which the dick that always drove you over the edge was painfully caged. He enjoyed this image terribly, the way you waited completely clueless, such an innocent face it was unbelievable, even after he knew very well what you could do in bed. Sasuke had an itching feeling that there was not much to teach you, always such a good student when it came to him. The look in your eyes gave it all away. You were more than ready.

Wasn’t he always right? As if the instinct guided you, palms resting on his knees before slowly making their way up, fingers grabbing the waistband of his boxers tightly as if wanting to rip them off, pulling them down while licking your lips. God, he adored how you always looked at his cock as if it was the best thing that has ever happened in your entire life.

When you released his throbbing member out of its material cage, it came out in all its glory, slapping against his pelvis deliciously. You took a moment to admire it. Long and thick before your eyes, knowing it could reach places in which no other man has ever went before, curved slightly upwards just enough, the perfect form to rub your most sweetest spot, protruding, small veins pulsing in arousal, the most obvious one running from the base of the shaft and stopping right at the tip. Lips parted slightly, mouth watery as beads of pre-cum leaked from the tip, length twitching slightly as you came even closer.

“Look at you.” Sasuke let a low growl rip. “You’re already drooling without even a taste.”

The corners of your mouth spilled a bit of saliva but you could not care anymore. You imagined and fantasized about this moment for quite some time, wandering if it could fit, if YOU could make it fit because you wanted it whole. A gentle hum resounded in between the two of you as you bit your lower lip seeing how his hard cock begged for the attention of your mouth. Fingers wrapping softly around the base, lips hovering over the tip causing Sasuke to inhale sharply and clench his teeth. The anticipation was absolutely killing him. Slowly, the tip of your tongue wanted to explore it in its entirety, letting it run up the length of his cock, from the base to the top.

"That's it." Sasuke shuddered at the touch. "Show me what you've been studying so hard for."

Eyes turning darker with lust, your lips kissed the tip, the saltiness of pre-cum tickling your taste buds, before enveloping your teeth, mouth in a perfect "O" shape as your hand started moving up and down. Your gaze snapped up to Sasuke that had his lips slightly parted, half-lidded eyes, chest raising up and down faster as seconds passed by. The moment you lowered your mouth on his throbbing shaft, a groan ruptured from his lungs and you moaned at the sensation, tongue wrapping around it in motions neither of you thought you knew. Saliva being spread along his cock, the hand wrapped at the base pumping into your mouth as you lowered your head more and more by the inch.

"You don't have to .." Sasuke tried to say but his head snapped backwards hitting the backrest as you could feel him deep in your throat. "FUCK!"

Muscles contracting around him, a sinful moan bouncing off the walls as you proudly met his expression, jaw dropped, licking his lips with hunger. Tears started forming in the corners of your eyes and you pulled back, removing him from your mouth with a delicious pop, hand beautifully working him, spreading your saliva and pre-cum from top to bottom. You took him in your mouth again, wanting to feel him as deep as possible, allowing your tongue to caress and explore each ridge and vein. Bobbing your head up and down at an even pace, enjoying every single bit of what his delicious member had to offer. He was squirming under you, cock twitching wanting to feel more of you, hips slowly raising unwillingly. Obliging, mouth swallowing the hardness entirely, your nose brushing his pelvis before pulling back. Not giving yourself time to breathe properly, you went in again finally adjusting to the way Sasuke's long, hard and heavy cock fitted perfectly inside your mouth and down your throat.

"God, you're perfect!" Sasuke said breathless, weak tone betraying the usual confidence, as he watched a string of spit connecting the tip of your tongue to the tip of his cock.

He could not believe how all your usual innocent demeanor flew out the window, a gaze filled with lust even darker than his. What truly impressed and pleasured him was that you didn't needed his help at all. It looked and felt as if it was not your first time at all. When you uttered the next word, he swore he could cum right there and then.

"More." you demanded, finger twirling the saliva string before putting it into your mouth and sucking it clean.

Sasuke knew exactly what you wanted and loved the fact that you knew it yourself without a single push from him. You always wanted more when he fucked you senseless every night and that was the case here as well. It was your life's pleasure to be dominated by him, to let him use you as he saw fit.

"P-please .." you pleased leaning in to lick his cockhead that was spilling pre-cum in anticipation.

Sasuke obliged without a single word, only a vicious grin, sign of planning to ravage you as always. Biting your lower lip, his palm made its way at the back of your head and pulled you closer, fingers grasping softly hair strands. A sneaky grin curved your lips dangerously before licking your lips, opening your mouth and letting your tongue roll out. Wanting to take him, you leaned in but were abruptly stopped as Sasuke held your head in place, teasing your tongue with the tip. A whimper slipped causing him to chuckle.

"So impatient." he clicked his tongue. "Craving my dick so much?"

You nodded with a slight desperation, eyes pleading for it, to taste it again and again.

"So fucking good." Sasuke purred.

At first, Sasuke pushed his cock along your tongue, making his way into your mouth slowly, lifting his hips further to slide down your throat. Not being in control had him go even further than anticipated which caused you to shut your eyes.

"Eyes up here, baby." he commanded. "You're doing so, so good."

Your eyes snapped wide open, boring into his as he pulled back and doing it two more times prepping you in his own way for what was about to come. The next time you felt his cock sliding down your throat was through only one sharp trust that left you to gag and choke. With the sounds and the scene before him, Sasuke almost blacked out. He guided your head up and down his length, twitching every single time it hit the back of your throat before picking up the pace. The intensity of his hips mercilessly thrusting into your mouth and the speed with which he fucked your face had the eyes roll into the back of your head, moans vibrating throughout both of your bodies almost sending him over the edge. Sasuke mercilessly rammed his cock into your mouth, slamming the back of your throat with each thrust, tears gracing your beautiful eyes, spit trickling from the corners of your mouth, down his length and on the carpet.

"Fuck, baby! FUCK!” Sasuke moaned as never before nestling himself into your throat, feeling it contracting as your tongue playfully twirled around. "Your mouth was made to take my cock."

Your muffled moans massaged him all around, the dominance of the moment and the praising making you feel dizzy, not wanting for him to ever pull out. Sasuke brought his other hand to your head, now both holding it as he began fucking himself with the help of your mouth. Everything about it was messy, sloppy, degrading and absolutely dirty as the squelching of your saliva being shoved back into your throat by his cock was mixed with the groans and moans you two allowed to escape. When the constant twitching of his shaft graced your mouth, you knew he was about to cum and your tongue started darting over every single bit of skin.

"F-Fuck!" Sasuke groaned loudly as the way your tongue rolled around his cock while he fucked your pretty, little mouth was bringing him to the edge, stomach clenching and vision tunneling. "I-I'm gonna .."

Feeling as he was about to pull out, you locked your jaw around him, the sudden gesture having Sasuke lose all sense of reality and shoot all of his warm, sticky cum down your throat, filling up every inch of your mouth. Raising your head after he pulled out, Sasuke was eyeing the ceiling, chest raising up and down faster, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he came down from his high. With a satisfied smile, you swallowed his cum with proudness and crawled up into his lap, his fingers trailing up and down your spine.

"Good then?" you asked placing kisses along his jaw.

"Fucking perfect." he sighed deeply. " But .. where did you get that book from?"

"Oh, that?" you chuckled. "Kakashi gave it to me."

Sasuke held back a laugh - That explained it.

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nacchiyan · 4 years

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Hey can I request a headcanon for om brothers when they see mc crying (I've been feeling so depressed lately and I thought that would cheer me up) it's fine if you don't want to do it thank you have a nice day😊😊😊

Thank you for your request I hope this will cheer you up even a little bit.

Obey me What ifs#3

What if the brothers saw you cry?

Lucifer

You are a fairly cheerful girl and he would never expected that you would be carrying problems deep inside your heart.

He would notice your red and puffy eyes at first he would not ask but at one point he would grow worried as you tried to mask it with another fake smile.

"Reader what's wrong?"

You grew somewhat surprised that someone notice you are in pain.

"nothing is wrong-" you tried to lie again but was developed into a hug by Lucifer.

"It's okay to let it all out,I'll wait whenever you are ready."

His hug is comforting making you cry while clutching his clothes but he did not mind it being crumple.

"I'm always here for you."

Mammon

You and Mammon is watching a movie when you started crying.

You are not really focus on the movie but Mammon would be shock by your crying face.

"who made my human cry?!"

You would reply that it is just a movie but he won't buy it.

Mammon would try to cheer you up by taking you to a shopping spree letting you borrow Goldie.

Don't ask where he got the money.

"Shop for a bit and spend your boyfriend's money erm I heard girls like shopping. T-this is just because you are crying okay!"

You know how stingy Mammon is with money so you would understand his clumsy way of cheering you up.

"thanks Mammon."

Leviathan

He would be surprised at seeing you cry not knowing what to do.

Levi would try to look at his games that has this similar scene where the girl would cry and he would copy the boy's action.

Though you would still not stop crying as he is so awkward not even managing to hug you.

"arghhh I'll give you two limited edition Ruri-chan figurine so stop crying!"

You would only look at Levi trying to stop yourself from crying and the sight made him sad too.

"I'll play with you for the whole week okay? Will that make you better?"

He would give you a kiss on the forehead as he tried to soothe you then both of you will play games with you sitting on Levi's lap.

"see playing games with me makes everything better"

Satan

Satan plans on talking with you about a project for school when he heard sobs coming inside your room.

He would open the door at the sight of you crying and he felt his heart twisted at the sight.

"who made the kitten cry?"

Satan would sit beside you and you would try to quickly wipe the tears away but your eyes betray you as it didn't stop from shedding tears of sadness.

"come here"

He would envelop you into a hug kissing your eyelids until you stopped crying.

"if you're lonely, always look for me. I'll stay by your side "

You would nod your head as your rest your head on his shoulders.

Satan would not ask you to spill things out unless you are ready and would just quietly stay beside you while reading his book loudly to you.

Asmodeus

"what happened to your mascara?"

He would see your runny mascara on your face and you look like a total mess.

You would jump into his arms like he is the only salvation you have in your life .

There is just so many shit happening in your life and you would prefer to just stay with Asmo for a while.

"my evilness, let's go to my room!" He would drag you to his room then he would gently remove the make up on your face.

Asmo would not ask you about it but he would bring you anywhere, parties, shopping,spa you name it.

He would do that in an attempt to take your mind off your problems.

"princess always smile you look pretty that way."

Asmo would put a flower on your hair as he smile at you then for a while week he would pamper you.

Beelzebub

Beel is your bestest friend/boyfriend here in the devildom of course he would notice when you are sad.

One day you would be crying your eyes on one corner of the room when Beel suddenly opened the door.

He would see you and immediately run to your sad making you sit on his lap as he pat your head.

"how about I take you to some (fav food)?"

You appreciate his gesture and would agree

He would order every variety of your fav food and would add some desserts.

"Do you want more hugs?" You would agree and feel his warm embrace feeling slightly better than before.

Even the brothers would grew surprised when they notice Beel giving you half of his food.

He would never leave your side until you feel better and would occasionally give hugs cause his a big teddy bear.

Belphegor

Belphie would be enraged when he saw you crying.

Who is it?! Who dared make you cry?

He would approach you as gently as he can contrary to the bursting emotions inside his chest.

"what's wrong?"

You would just shook your head and tried to hide inside your blanket not wanting to burden someone with the shit you are going through.

"come on now, you can always tell me everything."

Belphie would pull the blanket away and would try to talk to you to the best of his abilities.

He would play a comedy movie as you stay close together inside the room all wrapped up on the blanket.

"don't worry we're on this together" he reassure you as he tighten the hold on your hands squeezing it once in a while.

You felt somewhat relax to have someone beside you.

Belphie will decide to move to your room or you move to his room with Beel no matter how many protest there is.

You need someone by your side at your weakest point and he won't let you be alone even in your sleep.

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Open for request

When you are in pain it's best to try and think positively or you will be swallowed whole into the darkness.

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obeyme #obey me satan #obey me otome #otome boys #english otome #otomegame #otome #otome game

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 5 years

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Hey ! Can I please be request a Robin of Loxley x reader where he is practicing shooting his bow and doesn’t see his wife or girlfriend and hits her with the arrow ? He takes care of her wounds and makes sure she feels better because he of course has been through things like that. But of course feels terrible and worries about her . - let me know if want more requests I can send more your way

“Our kids gonna love this”

Ohh shoot, i know this took me forever. I am so sorry. I am in a terrible writers block. I even struggle with writing down two words. But here it is, i hope you like it darling. Send in request anytime, hopefully it will be up sooner than this one :c

Pairing: Robin of Loxley x Reader

Warnings: Hurt, blood

Word count: 1333

It was a millisecond. No more than that, and the arrow he shot didn’t land on his target. You appeared from nowhere right in front of his aim, and there was no time to stop it. His throat dried out instantly, dropping his bow on the ground he watched helplessly as the sharp tip of the arrow hit your shoulder, piercing through the soft skin he loves so much. The pain and the collision caused you to collapse onto the ground, your hand searching for the source of the pain, pushing the arrow a little, that made you feel dizzy from the new wave of pain.You felt your body sink into the muddy ground, the coldness of the wetness on your back, and a warm dripping on your shoulder made an ultimate contrast. Robin regained his conscious, sprinting to your side, immediately putting his hands on the wound around the arrow, trying to stop the bleeding. The redness stained his hands, and he felt disgust and guilt. The feeling hit him in the chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. You moaned under his hands, trying to make out what happened just now. In one moment, you ran through the woods, desperately trying to reach the camp, fearing you are already late with the warning.

“What the hell Y/N?” You heard his voice through the foggy thoughts of yours. “Robin?” You said, with panic in your voice.

“Don’t move Y/N. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating that, more and more.

“Will told me that he’s attacking the camp, that he found you and he’s already sent out men here. I came to warn you.”

“What? No one is here Y/N. No one attacked us.” Robin breathed out, as his fingers tried to find a good grip on the arrow. The arrowhead was deep in your shoulder, and the only way to get it out was to pull. And he knew what that meant, but you didn’t. You never had to experience that kind of pain, and now here he is, causing you that pain.

Your frightened state increased with the pain in you, causing you the panic mode. You tried to sit up, but there was no chance Robin would let you move.

“No, no love. Don’t force it. Just don’t.” He shushed you, trying to clear his mind to think and act to help you. He knew he have to get you inside of his tent as quick as possible and stop the bleeding.

The bleeding. He only saw red. Red on your once white shirt, on the ground under you mixing with the mud, and on his hands. He had to remind himself that he can’t drown in the horrible sight, because you needed immediate care. He knew lifting you as probably a bad idea, but letting you lie in the dirty and cold mud was worse. He already felt your delicate body shake in his arms. He took a long and deep breath, and slide his arms under you, and with one smooth move, he lifted you from the ground. You growled, feeling the arrowhead moving inside of your shoulder, damaging the muscles and tissues. Robin tried his best to get you inside of the tent as quick as possible.

He sat you down, feeling the warmer air around you, feeling the heaviness of your eyelids. The pain starts to drain your energy, and you couldn’t hear him anymore, even though you see his lips moving. He desperately trying to reach you, but you are giving in. His hands tremble while his palm holds the arrow it’s sticking out of your shoulder.

Tuck comes in rushing, wide eyed from the sight in front of him.

“What happened?” He asked, but Robin didn’t dare to look up at him, the guilt already eating him up from the inside.

“She just appeared out of nowhere in front of my target, and…and…” He takes a little glimpse of his friend, but his expression didn’t give away any anger or disappointment.

Then he remembers. Y/N said Will is attacking the camp, she must have been faster than them, and maybe they are already at the edge of the forest.

“Tuck, you need to find John, tell him Will is coming, maybe he’s already here.” He says firmly, almost ordering, anger building up in his chest. He looks up from your wound to Tuck, who is still standing there, mouth hanging open.

“Go now Tuck!” He raises his voice, making Tuck snapping out of his shocked state.

“Okay, okay. Find John..okay.” He stutters, and disappears.

As your eyes stutter open, they see warm flickering lights, and a figure next to you. He’s just a shadow, but you know it’s him. You exhale, the tension leaving your body, knowing he’s safe and alive. But as your chest rises for the next dose of air, pain shots through your upper body.

“Arghhh…” You breathe out, as our hands try to reach his back. Robing quickly turns to you, seeing your face crunch up in pain.

“Shhhh. Don’t move love. Don’t move.” He hushes you, his voice is tired and weary.

“Will…he said…”

“I know, thanks to you we managed to trick them. They won’t come back.”

“Everybody is okay?”

“Yeah, do not worry. you need to rest.” The candle light barely showing his face to you, but you still can find a little cut on his forehead.

“What happened?” You ask him as your fingers touches the red cut. He doesn’t flinch.

“It’s just a scratch. Nobody got hurt, I promise.” You smile faintly, proud taking over your inner self, knowing you managed to warn them. Paint washes over you again, grimacing while you attempt to touch the sensitive spot on you shoulder. Robin feels his face warming up, the familiar feeling taking over him again. This very feeling that returned all day to him.

You see him, a painful expression on his face, not hiding his guilt. His eyes meets yours, and after a long moment, while you swim in his intense gaze, he speaks up.

“I am sorry” You just shake your head. “Actually, you got hurt, and it wasn’t even Will.”

“Shut up Robin of Loxley!” You say almost angrily, but then smiling at him.

“I wasn’t thinking. It’s not your fault. You know more than anybody, that if you let go of an arrow, it won’t stops until it hits something.” You smirk at him, dying to see his smile. And there it is.

“Thank you for your lesson, you should be the hooded guy with a bow, not me.” He teases. “Seriously, I am sorry.”

His lips parts, you can feel his arm breath on your face. You can’t stop yourself from pulling him down to you, touching his lips with yours. You feel his all day struggle on his lips, and you want to take them away from him. Ease the weight a little from his shoulders. Your other hand moves for his upper arm, but instead of the contact of his skin, you feel warm liquid soaking your left side. You moan, the pain from your wound, and the sweet kiss mixing up in you. He immediately breaks the kiss, shooting you a look.

“Damn Y/N. Told you not to move.”

“I’m sorry, you are irresistible.” Sadly joking isn’t helping with him now. You wasn’t joking tough.

“Stay still now, I have to change the bandage.”He sits on your other side, now the lights illuminating his whole face to you. You watch him as he works on you carefully, washing away the blood, and bandaging you in a clean cloth.

“I love you” You whisper, he stops for a moment, looking at you.

“I love you” He says, pecking you lips before returning to you shoulder.

“You know, our kids gonna love this story.” You say, and you can’t hold back the laugh, when he looks at you in disbelief. “Ohhh, I bet.”

#taron egerton imagine #robin of loxley imagine #robin hood imagine #robin hood #taron egerton #robin of loxley

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years

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Love Of My Life - Shawn Mendes (1/2)

im so soft rn, its making my heart ache and also i’ve been thinking about babies nonstop and for someone who is terribly afraid of pregnancy that’s just... weird but i cant help it arghhh

based on a request from an anon

1.5k of dad!shawn

drabble list masterlist

You really didn’t think it through, how hard it’s going to be to be on tour with a six months old baby. Changing diapers on the floor of an arena hallway, feeding her in the back of a tour bus and putting her to sleep in hotel lobbies have become the regular and being a first time mom you sometimes doubt if you should be doing all of these. But at the end of the day, she is still fine, smiling back at you with that smile that she got from her daddy, and the way she watches Shawn perform every night is just making your heart burst out of your chest. Her tiny fingers pointing at his jumping figure and screaming “dada” and the way she claps when he sings is just the best thing in the world making all the effort and energy worth it. You wouldn’t want it any other way and you knew it when you and Shawn married that there would be nothing normal in your life.

Today Skylar is feeling extremely fussy for some reason. She didn’t sleep well, you spent half the night on feet with her, walking down the hallways of the hotel hoping to tire her out and go back to sleep, but she had other plans. She’s been clinging onto Shawn all afternoon, holding onto his jacket for dear life with her tiny hands. Usually she is one happy, carefree baby, not bothered about who is holding her and she is pretty used to being in the arms of a different person every ten minutes. Everyone loves her, it’s melting your heart how the toughest looking, big bearded stage builder can turn into a soft marshmallow when she starts giggling in their arms. But not today.

“Babe, I have to go, the question round is starting,” Shawn sighs as he holds her to you, her tiny hands already reaching for him to take her back. “Be a good girl and stay with mommy, okay?” he tells Skylar, kissing the top of her head, and you can already see her lips pouting. It’s just a matter of time till she starts screaming again. “I love you,” he smiles at you kissing you shortly before running out to his fans.

Just as you thought it doesn’t take too long till Skylar loses it. Hearing her crying is just the worst thing, it’s breaking your heart to know that something is making her upset even the slightest.

“I know, I know,” you mumble to her, rocking her back and forth while walking down the hallway.

Laughter and clapping can be heard from the room where the Q&A is held and you know that if you can hear them, they can surely hear Skylar’s crying as well. People give you a sympathetic look as they walk past you, babbling some sweet words to her, but she refuses to stop.

“Sweetie, daddy is working, do you not love me anymore?” you ask her, as if she could answer you, but you guess the unstoppable crying is some sort of answer as well.

You feel like you are failing miserably, her screams are pounding in your head and you are just about to go outside so the city can swallow her voice at last, not bothering the work of others, but then you spot Shawn in the hallway, running towards you. There’s no way he is done with the questions, it’s been about ten minutes since he started.

“What are you doing here?” you ask him with wide eyes, still rocking her in your arms.

“Give her to me,” he holds his hands out and even though you don’t understand what his plan is, you are desperate to make her stop.

The moment she nuzzles her face in his shirt she stops crying, as if he put a magic spell on her. Eyes puffy and red, fingers wet from her always poking around in her mouth, but at least she is quiet.

“Bring her a bottle, I’ll feed her while answering the questions,” Shawn tells you as he heads back to the room where the fans are waiting.

“I got one on me,” you tell him pulling out a small bottle of milk out of your hoodie’s pocket. You’ve been having the weirdest stuff on you lately, constantly finding diapers and wet wipes in your pockets when you are washing your clothes.

The moment he returns and the fans see him with Skylar in his arms they start melting at the sight of them and you can’t blame them. It’s like Shawn was meant to be a dad, handling her so easily and carefully as he sits back to his spot in front of them, Skylar lying in his arms, eyes fixed on her daddy’s face while her tiny hands grip onto his jacket.

“Little Princess has been acting up today so she is joining us, if that’s alright,” Shawn tells them as he reaches for the bottle. You hand it to him and a moment later she is peacefully sucking on it, not giving a damn about all the people around her, watching her in awe.

Your head is thankful for him, you have no idea how long you would have been able to put up with her screams and it’s making you jealous a bit as Shawn was the only person to get her calm down. But your heart is so full as you watch him hold her with one hand, bottle in the other while he is talking about music, upcoming plans and memories with his fans while you sit next to him, making sure you are ready to take her any moment he needs to free his hands.

“What is Shawn like as a dad?” you hear the question from somewhere at the back of the room and you look up surprised that someone asked you. He glances at you with a warm smile, waiting for your answer.

“Um, he is literally the best, as you can see.”

A nervous chuckle leaves your lips and they join you while Shawn is still holding Skylar.

“From when he held my hair when I was throwing up every morning in my first trimester to waking up any moment during the night and letting me sleep for just a little more now, he is literally the best.”

Your hormones are still acting up and you can feel yourself getting emotional as you talk about him, but you haven’t been able to wrap your mind around how amazing he really is. Skylar came a little earlier than you planned, you wanted to wait until the end of this tour before starting to try for a baby, but she obviously was in a rush to join the two of you, coming only a year after you tied the knot with Shawn. You felt nervous telling him, thinking he might be mad at you for ruining all the plans you had, but that was not the case. He was bursting from happiness when you told him, breaking down in tears as he pressed his face to your stomach right there, at the middle of the kitchen and he has been the most amazing dad since that moment, being there for you through everything, canceling interviews when you were feeling so much backpain you couldn’t even get out of the bed and bringing you the weirdest stuff from the grocery store in the middle of the night when you wanted to eat pickles with peanut butter. He really is the dad you always pictured for your children.

“She is obsessed with him, and honestly, same,” you add making everyone laugh in the room as you look at them. The way her eyes shine when she is looking at Shawn, it’s making you want to curl up and cry happy tears. She is such a daddy’s little girl and you have nothing against that.

The question round soon wraps up and once Skylar is done with eating she finally falls asleep in Shawn’s arms. You stay with her in the dressing room, occasionally sneaking out to watch Shawn perform your favorite songs while someone else is looking out for her. You’re not surprised that she sleeps through the whole show and doesn’t wake up even when you leave the venue, sleeping peacefully in the car on the ride back to the hotel. She’s wasted a lot of energy on crying today.

Once she is lying in her crib at the hotel room, arms above her head, legs spread in a way you doubt it would be comfortable, Shawn and you just stand there, mesmerized by her as you watch her tiny chest rise and fall peacefully, pacifier moving in her mouth.

“She is so beautiful,” he whispers putting an arm around your shoulders as he pulls you to his side.

Before having a kid you thought it’s creepy to watch a baby sleep, but now you fully understand. You just can’t get enough of her, wanting to savior every moment knowing how fast she is growing and soon she won’t be a baby anymore.

“I can’t believe we made her,” you mumble as you nuzzle your face into his chest.

“Well, you had a little more work in that,” he chuckles making you smile.

“True, but you helped in it a lot,” you say giving him all the credit he deserves.

“Anything for the loves of my life,” he whisper kissing into your hair, wrapping both of his arms around you.

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ella-se-vuelve-loca · 5 years

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can i request a prompt with richard pls #25 - “We’re having sex in the car tonight, but you can pick where we park.” ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Oye everyone! I got a joke!” Erick raised his hands and looked around. “Ay no papá..” Chris chuckled and covered his eyes with his hand. “It’s a good one! I promise!” Erick pleaded and cleared his throat as he started. “¿Porque el tómate no toma café?” He asked and everyone waited for the punchline. “Porque el toma-té!” He started laughing while everyone else groaned.

“Oh c’mon! It’s a good one!” Erick spoke as he noticed everyone start to chuckle after a few seconds. A pity laugh, is what it was. We were all sat down at a restaurant eating and having a good time. The atmosphere around us was just good vibes and everyone was having a good time.

“No, Erick. Eso estuvo horrible.” Zabdiel laughed and shook his head. Everyone went back to chatting amongst themselves when I decided to have a little fun of my own. I looked over at Richard and saw that he was talking with Christopher, when I decided to place my hand on his knee.

He continued chatting with him, thinking my hand on his knee was just a sweet gesture. “Yeah, you know what I’m sayin’? I think it’s gonna be fire bro - oOH!” My hand was now resting on his crotch area under the table and I pretended like nothing was going on. “You okay?” Chris asked him and he nodded.

“Yeah no I think uh.. I just stubbed my foot is all.” He grabbed my hand and pushed it away, setting it on my thighs. He turned and gave me a warning look, telling me to stop what I’m doing. I just smiled at him sweetly and leaned in closer to him, whispering in his ear. “I want you so bad, mi amor.”

He tensed up and whispered back. “Well you’re gonna have to wait until we get home. Don’t try anything here.” He turned so he was back to chatting with Chris and I waited a few more moments until I let my hand slide back to its original place.

I let my hand travel to his slowly growing bulge, and started palming him through his bottoms. He cleared his throat, trying to mask out the moan that wanted to escape his mouth. He shifted in his seat and covered his mouth with his hand by making a fist, nodding his head so Chris would think that he’s paying attention to him.

He went to grab my hand, but I got a hold of his first and brought it close to my entrance. I decided to wear a dress today, so he had easy access to my pussy. His fingers touched my clothed clit and let out a sigh. I bit my lip and reached over to continue palming his dick though his pants.

He slowly started rubbing up and down my clit, and I smirked at him. I hope nobody accidentally drops their fork and decided to drop down and pick it up, only to find out what’s going on between me and Richard under the table.

A soft groan left his lips and Joel turned to look at him. “Um... yo, Richard you alright?” He turned his attention towards him and nodded. “Mhmm.. just.. my stomach hurts. Yeah uh you know what? Me and (Y/N) gotta get going.”

“What? Already?” Chris asked and looked between the both of us. He placed some money on the table to pay for our food and coughed. Then he stood up and grabbed my body, pulling me in front of him to cover his boner. “Yeah, I’m sorry guys. I’ll see y’all later. C’mon, let’s go baby.” We all waved bye and the two of us headed outside.

He grabbed my hand and dragged me quickly towards his car. I was laughing the whole time as he had a stern look on his face. Opening the door me, I got inside and put my seatbelt on as he made his way over to the drivers side. He didn’t say a word as he turned on the car and strapped himself in.

“I’m sorry about that, mi amor. I just wanted to have some fun.” His eyebrows were scrunched together as he started driving. He drove past the corner that would lead us to his house, and I gave him a confused look. “Rich, you missed the turn..”

“Oh I know, baby but I can’t wait any longer. Instead of going home and having my way with you, teaching you a much needed lesson on to not tease me...” He placed his hand on my thigh. “We’re having sex in the car tonight, but you can pick where we park.”

My eyes widened, not expecting him to say that. “What?” He chuckled and squeezed my thigh. “You heard me, baby. I won’t repeat myself again.”

I stayed silent for a moment, looking around our surroundings and shook my head. “Richard, we’re out in public. We could get caught! I’m not about to get fucked in a car where people could - ” His hand went up my dress and cupped my cunt and I whimpered. “Pick.. a place..”

We drove around for a few more moments, until I told him where it was okay. He turned and parked the car, hiding away from the public’s eye. “Get in the back. Now.” We opened our car doors and made our way to the backseats of his car. He locked the doors and immediately brought my face close to his and kissed me.

He started to unbuckle his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. I took off my panties and he grabbed my hand in his. “Straddle me.” I quickly climbed over him and felt his dick press against my pussy.

He pushed himself inside of me and I jerked against him. “O - Ohh fuck..!” I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. He was relentless, giving me no chance to adjust to his size as he pounded into me. “That wasn’t nice, nena.. teasing me like that in f - front of the boys..” he lifted the back of my dress up and grabbed a handful of my ass, giving it a few smacks.

“I’m s - sorry baby but ahhh I wanted you so... so bad..” his hand gripped onto my waist and grinding me against him. Our breathing becoming more heavy and moans filled the air, along the sound of skin slapping against one another. The car was moving side to side as he thrusted into me.

“Don’t.. ever.. tease.. me like that again.” He thrusted in between words and I moaned louder against him. “Aahhh okay.. okay baby. I won’t.. d - do it again... just please let me..” He leaned in and kissed my neck, leaving hickies along his trail.

“You need to cum, huh? You wanna cum on my hard cock, baby?” I nodded and begged him. “Please.. I promise I’ll be good for you..” He grunted and I placed my hand on the window, sliding it down. “Please...!” I breathed against his neck and moaned. “Cum for me, baby. You better cum for me...”

It didn’t take long for me to release on his cock, and I soon felt something warm shoot inside me. “Arghhh... ahhh fuck.. shit..” he leaned in and kissed me, playing with my hair. We pulled away and I could feel his breath against my lips.

“When we get home... I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk properly and make you cum as many times as I want.” His eyes bore into my own. “This was only the beginning... the night is still young.”

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faintblueivy · 5 years

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"Those cherry blossoms show your real beauty." and "Cherry blossoms line is so overrated, please say something more original or pick another flower." BoruSara request if you willing to accept it, you can pick any setting you want. BTW I don't see the reason why I should make herself anon, so here I am! Your clumsy fan Kirumi ;)

Hi everyone! I’m finally done with this sequel of Starting Again and can’t wait to share it with you all! Thanks to @karinrumi for this amazing prompt and also to @mirachaann for beta reading it! My submission for Borusaraweek 2019! Day 3!

Prompt: Flowers

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Fluff

It’s Your Flower

“I’m late! Damn!”

Boruto hisses under his breath as his feet pound against the floor loudly. As he races through the stairs and then the corridors, he sees that barely a few people pass by him, noting how the school was almost empty now. As soon as the plank of 2 A comes into sight, his speed slows down and he pushes the door open immediately. There she was, sitting on her seat calmly in an empty classroom. The curtain of her dark hair was blocking her face from his gaze.

“Sarada!” He calls out and she immediately whirls around to look at him.

“Oh, you’re here,” she says nonchalantly.

“It’s late! You shouldn’t have waited for me!”

He crosses the distance between them, plopping on the seat in front of her, still slightly out of breath.

“You asked me to, didn’t you?” She laughs.

“Err…I didn’t think I’d be this late. You should have gone home.” He insists again, peeking over the notes sprawled on her desk.

“Hmm, but you still came to check.” She gives him a knowing smile, “And you did run!”

Boruto immediately averts his gaze, “I didn’t! I just did exercise!”

“Sure. Exercise.” she says with a smug smirk.

They immediately lock down on a glaring contest which - Boruto notes – was becoming quite a norm nowadays. And to be honest, he didn’t mind…peering into her eyes – which were so beautifully expressive, capable of projecting her delicate feelings. He is the one to blink away first, unable to handle the heat creeping up his neck.

“Come on. Let’s not stay here.”

He doesn’t even give her the time to respond as he slings her bag over his shoulder and proceeds to exit the classroom. He chuckles at her protests as she scrambles up, gathering her notes and running after him.

“Give me my bag!” She pouts, still trying to balance the notebooks and sheets in her arms.

“Nah. You carry that troublesome package.” His hand waves at the mess she’s carrying. “And leave this to me.” He points to her bag hanging on his shoulder. She narrows her eyes but doesn’t argue anymore.

They trudge down the same stairs that he had raced up a few minutes ago when Sarada asks, “Where are we going exactly?”

“Our secret base, of course,” he exclaims gleefully and Sarada suppresses the incessant urge to roll her eyes. Despite it all, a tiny smile curls upon her lips helplessly.

The ‘secret base’ he was referring to was their bench. Yes, that particular bench where she had treated his injuries and well, the place where they became friends, so it was theirs.

It was some distance away from their school, in a deserted park and barely any people passed by. It was a place where they could sit and relax together, without a worry in the world and know a lot more about each other. A safe haven, and a place to go to for them.

As they walk through the school premises, Boruto waves to those who greet them and Sarada gives them all nods of acknowledgement and polite smiles.

Only eight minutes later, they are at the park. Boruto deposits both of their bags on the side and plops down. Sarada immediately follows after, placing the notes in between them. She rummages through some of them before pulling out a few sheets of paper stapled together and shoves them to him. At his questioning brow, she commands simply. “Read.”

“Tanabata is celebrated to commemorate the romantic story of two lovers represented by the stars Vega and Altair who are only allowed to meet each other once a year as long as the skies are clear.

It is celebrated on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month, which is July 7th in the modern calendar. Some places in Japan celebrate Tanabata on August 7th in accordance with the older Chinese calendar, which is where the legend originated.

The most famous of all the Tanabata festivals is celebrated in Sendai on August 7th, but most of Japan recognizes July 7th.”

Boruto stops, taking a breath before reading further everything on her notes with wide eyes.

“Tanabata originated from a Chinese legend called Qixi and was brought to Japan in the 8th century. This is the story of two lovers. Princess Orihime, the seamstress, wove beautiful clothes by the heavenly river, represented by the Milky Way. Because Orihime worked so hard weaving beautiful clothes, she became sad and despaired of ever finding love. Her father, who was God of the heavens, loved her dearly and arranged for her to meet Hikoboshi, the cow herder who lived on the other side of the Milky Way. The two fell in love instantly and married. Their love and devotion was so deep that Orihime stopped weaving and Hikoboshi allowed his cows to wander the heavens.

Orihime’s father became angry and forbade the lovers to be together, but Orihime pleaded with him to allow them to stay. He loved his daughter, so he decreed that the two star-crossed lovers could meet once a year–on the 7th day of the 7th month if Orihime returned to her weaving. On the first day they were to be reunited, they found the river (Milky Way) to be too difficult to cross. Orihime became so despondent that a flock of magpies came and made a bridge for her. It is said that if it rains on Tanabata-”

Boruto halts reading out-loud, his eyes sweeping over the page. All it said was more about the story and rituals related to the festival.

“…Sarada?” He questions, vaguely gesturing toward the sheaf of papers in his hand, “We’re supposed to write a play here…not an essay.”

“I know that!” Sarada glares, half hissing and half yelling. “Read the next page idiot!”

He nods and turns the page over, eyes skimming through the material and then widening with each next page.

“You wrote the entire play all by yourself?!” He asks, feeling both in-credulousness and – if he were to be honest - quite impressed.

“Most of it,” she says nonchalantly. “A few girls helped me through.” She admits, and Boruto has an inkling as to how much the girls might have ‘helped’ her. He shakes his head at her fondly and then pays attention to the rest of the reading left to be done. And he has to admit, every new line is nothing short of excellence.

“This is going to be a blast!” He exclaims excitedly. “We just need to execute it properly.”

Sarada nods in agreement, but when he questions, “Who’s going to be Hikoboshi?,” she can’t help but raise up her brows, a smirk dancing upon her lips.

“Class decided,” she shrugs. “You’ll be.”

“Oh– wait? What?! Why me?!” He wails, angry that he was chosen again.

“Everyone said that they wanted their hero to be the Hero of the drama.” Sarada snickers.

“But I don’t have enough time!” He yells, frantic.

“Everyone said that they were willing to wait after classes,” she says quietly, as if prepared for any excuses he had.

“Arghhh! Now I can’t even have fun! I am overburdened. Thanks to a certain someone’s decisive vote to make me class representative for the festival.” He glares at her.

“Now, now, Boruto! Be a man!” She taps him on the shoulder patronizingly. “It will suit you, I’m sure.”

“Why-” he leans closer to her, blue eyes narrowing, “-do I feel like there was definitely some meddling done by a certain someone?”

“Oh? Are you trying to accuse me of this now?” She smirks, a playful look overcoming her features.

“I never said it was you,” he says as a matter-of-fact. “You admitted yourself!” He finishes, waving his arm with flair of triumph.

“You insinuated it.” She stood up from her seat, slightly turning her head to look at him. “But what if I do admit that it was me?”

The question hangs in the air for several moments before Boruto yells, “I trusted you! But…you! You betrayed me! Why Sarada? How can you do something like that to me?”

“Well, I just figured… the more busy you got the less trouble you’d cause? Hehe!” She laughs a little, feeling a bit proud of herself for the small game she had played.

“Hehe.” He mimics her and she knows that she has to instantly run or it’ll be trouble for her.

“You! Come back here, now!” He shouts, hot on her tail as he chases her through the entire park. Their notes, books, and bags left behind on the bench, the empty park filled with their yelling and the shrieks of laughter. The vibrant orange sunset and their happiness together beautifully meld into a fond memory that deserves to be cherished forever.

…

“I was thinking…” He appears beside her out of nowhere on her walk to school the next morning.

“A very dangerous pastime,” she comments, hiding a smirk. He glares at her but she ignores it like a pro who has mastered the said art.

“About the script,” he continues, successfully catching her attention.

“What about it?” Her head tilts towards him in curiousity.

“Maybe we should change it? Slightly? The scene where Hikoboshi first meets Orihime,” he suggests.

“Hmm? What do you want to change about it?”

“I was thinking about the cherry blossoms scene,” he says. “As well as that one line where he compares her beauty to the cherry blossoms around them.”

Sarada hums in understanding as they reach the classroom. She slides into her seat and retrieves the bundle of papers from her bag. Flipping through the pages she finally finds the part he was talking about.

“'Those cherry blossoms show your real beauty.’ this one?”

Boruto peeks over her shoulder and nods immediately.

“Yup! Cherry blossoms line is so overrated. Please say something more original or pick another flower.” He remarks.

Anyway, before she could say anything, the school bell chimes, echoing through the classroom.

“Hey, come on! The assembly won’t begin without us! Boruto grins, helping her stuff the papers into her bag again and then proceeding to grab her arm to drag her out of the class.

…

The entire day passes by and Sarada still does not understand why Boruto doesn’t want cherry blossoms in the play. They were beautiful and delicate flowers, symbolizing spring and beauty, as well as fleetingness of happiness for Orihime and Hikoboshi. And she cannot think of anything better to express their tragic love story.

Cherry blossoms also meant renewal which felt like a gracious nod to the promise of meeting each other again every year for the star-crossed lovers. Cherry blossoms were perfect for the play, no doubt. But he probably had his reasons for not wanting them.

When school was over, she waits for him in the class like she normally does. He is by her side in a few minutes and both of them climb down the stairs. He is whistling nonchalantly but Sarada has her mind shooting questions.

“Why don’t you want the cherry blossoms?” She whispers, and then looks up at him, trying to observe any minute detail that might show his discomfort, “Is there a reason you don’t like them?”

He blinks twice before muttering, “It's… not that I don’t like them. It’s just that… they are not your flowers.” He explains as if she was supposed to know that.

“Oh,” she frowns a little before realization hits her “Wait. Wait, Boruto? Are you…under the impression that I’m the one playing Orihime?”

“You’re… not?” He questions, brows pinched in confusion.

“No, I’m not. I forgot to mention, didn’t I? Sorry about that.” She shakes her head.

“It’s alright,” he says, flustered. “But who is Orihime then?”

“Sumire-san.”

“Ehhhh??? The class rep? Why?”

“Um, we thought she fits the image of a beautiful, delicate and sad princess better than anyone. And traditionally, the Princess had long hair and Sumire-san definitely is the one with the longest hair among all of us. And well… a bunch of other factors as well.”

“I-it makes sense now… I guess. But I-I really thought that you were playing Orihime.” He nods enthusiastically, eyes never staying in one place, his cheeks still a little pink, and his arm comes up to rub the back of his neck.

“Anyway, I do not have that princess beauty to be honest.” She confesses, startling him for a second before he hums gently.

“Yeah, now that I think about it…you don’t.” Boruto agrees, and for some reason, Sarada feels a sting of pain shooting through her heart. But then he gives her a look, blue eyes softening.

“Your beauty is more like that of a warrior.”

That faint admiration in his eyes makes a blush bloom on her cheeks.

“Well, if it’s class rep then cherry blossoms are fine,” he says with utter nonchalance before giving her a curt nod.

She nods in agreement before what he said finally registers in her mind. She halts in her steps.

“What do you mean by that? Oy, Boruto, where are you going? Why are cherry blossoms fine for class rep but not for me?“ She yells at him but he’s already running down the corridor, shouting rambunctiously and roughhousing people like he ordinarily does.

…

The next morning when they meet, she voices out her questions.

“Why… why did you think cherry blossoms suit class rep and not me?” She does not want to admit it, but it felt unnerving for some reason.

“Wait… did I offend you or something?” He exclaims, slightly panicking, bending down to look at her.

“No! No! It’s nothing like that!” Sarada waves her arms defensively. “It’s just…I thought cherry blossoms are beautiful. I think…I was surprised?”

He straightens back, looking thoughtful, as if taking time to arrange his words carefully.

“It’s not that I don’t find them beautiful…well, it’s more like, the delicate beauty of cherry blossoms, when I see it, it doesn’t remind me of you. You need something bolder, more vibrant. I don’t know why I think like this, but I do.”

“So, you mean, flowers remind you of certain people?” She questions, her head tilted to a side.

“Definitely! Like, when I see lavender, it reminds me of my Mom.” He says gently before bursting out loudly,“And then, the sunflowers! They are so bright and colorful that they scream Himawari to me!” He grins like a happy kid and Sarada is unable to hold back a smile.

“So, you suppose that there must be a flower for me too? Something that reminds you solely of…me?” she asks, with slight hesitation and slight hope.

“I don’t know…which it is yet.” He admits. “The flower that reminds me of you…but I promise I’ll find it! Your flower!”

…

Sarada watches from the sidelines, speaking up her part when needed otherwise. Boruto was playing his part stunningly. She hadn’t imagined that he would be such a stellar actor. But then again, he’s always been unpredictable.

And Sumire was no less. Her gentle demeanor and gracefulness fit well with Orihime’s soft and woefully tragic longing. The two of them together were absolutely captivating! The audience seemed to think that as well, with their wide eyes and jaws hanging.

There was a stirring caused up in audience when the Emperor of the heavens - Orihime’s father unleashed his anger towards the young couple separating them, and Sarada had to admit that Inojin played the role perfectly. He looked beautiful in his elegant clothes, and wrathful in his disposition.

The scene of separation was a painful one, but Orihime’s pining for her loved one was even worse. Sarada grabs the mike again and speaks her part.

“Months passed, but the princess could not return back to her weaving. The designs she made looked soulless now, her eyes dull with sadness. She would not speak, nor smile. So was her longing and love for Hikoboshi. Her father, the Emperor, could not bear seeing his precious child like that anymore. All his attempts to entice her with exquisite jewels, fine silks and lavish gardens failed. So, he finally made a decision~”

The next parts of the play went smoothly and all of the hard work they’ve put together in the making of this play seemed to work. The spectators clapped like crazy in the final scene where the two lovers were finally able to reunite.

As all the cast collects on the stage to present their gratitude to the viewers for their patience and cooperation, Boruto darts down the stage, grabbing Sarada’s wrist and drags her back to the main stage, a big wide grin on his face. When a lot of spectators immediately recognize her as the narrator of the play, she feels her heart thrum into her ears in resonance with the lovely cacophony.

And when Sumire, who was standing on the other side of Boruto gives her an encouraging smile which Sarada immediately returns and together, holding hands, they bow down to the audience and receive another heavy round of applause making Sarada feel as if all her efforts had received justice.

…

She walks through the decorated hallways of the school. The play was in for an immense success and every person they encountered seemed to praise their work. Sarada is elated. After working for continuous hours, at the end, they felt relieved now to finally be able to enjoy the cultural festival. Getting Sumire out of her elegant Kimono was a strenuous task but they had finally managed it without any serious mishaps.

Different classes had different scheduled stuff and Sarada could not wait to take a look around. The bag on her shoulders was heavy since it was loaded with hamburgers that class 1 C’s stall was selling. As she arrives near the classroom that had been given as the boys’ dress-room, almost all of them exit at once whining about how hungry they were. Her eyes flick around to catch a glimpse of a mop of golden hair but to no avail. Instead, she is noticed by someone else.

“Sarada?” Shikadai calls her out, gaining the attention of every boy in the group. She slides the bag off her shoulder and tosses it to him.

“Burgers.” It’s the only word she utters out before they attack the bag like rabid dogs, and she’s glad for a second that she’s not the one holding it anymore.

And in less than a minute, the bag is emptied.

“You guys didn’t save any for Boruto!” She complains to Shikadai and he smirks knowingly, jerking his chin to the small paper bag she had in her right hand.

“I would have saved him one if I hadn’t known that you’d already kept some for him away.”

Caught red-handed, Sarada flushes instantly and Shikadai laughs before gesturing to the room, tossing her bag back to her.

“He’s inside,” he says and leaves, waving a hand back at her.

…

When Sarada slides the door open, Boruto is in the middle of changing. His pants ride low on his hips and his back is turned towards her as he pulls his shirt up. Sarada feels color bloom upon her cheeks, biting her lower lip to ignore how his well defined muscles contour and move with his actions.

That’s when he notices her.

“Sa-Sarada?!” He squeaks and she yelps, jumping out of the room and slamming the door back into the place.

In merely thirty seconds, the sound of the door opening reaches her ears and Boruto comes to stand beside her. She is averting her gaze in shame from him.

“You know,” he taunts, “girls peeping on boys is as shameful as boys peeping on girls.”

“I wasn’t peeping,” she snaps, eyes flicking over his face and feels a weird happy rush in her stomach seeing how red his cheeks were.

“Sure you weren’t.” Even while blushing, his sass wasn’t going anywhere.

She pushes him inside the classroom in fake anger and shuts the door behind them.

…

They’re sitting together comfortably, him on the desk and Sarada on the bench, both of them having a burger in their hands as they calmly chew, eyes appreciating the beauty of the sun that was about to set.

“Thanks!” He raises his burger and talks with his mouth full, but Sarada does not have the energy to chide him.

“You did well, in the play,” she compliments, smiling gently. “Never messed up a single line and conducted your part very smoothly. I am impressed.”

He smirks and bows, “I aim for nothing else but to please, Ma’am.”

The silence stretches between them, devoid of any specific conversations but she feels content. Being with him was… like living with a box of surprises. Sometimes he’d be a whirlwind of activity and other times he’d be a quiet thinker. Whimsical, she’d say.

It is him who breaks the silence. “Hey, the other day, I visited Inojin’s mom’s flower shop,” he says, softly, as if not wanting to ruin the peace between them.

“Hmm?” She was not sure where he was going with this.

“I found it. Your flower, I mean.”

She whips her head around fast, eyes wide, and he just grins before jumping off the desk he was sitting on. He crosses the distance of a few seats to reach his own desk and starts rummaging through his backpack.

She watches him with curious eyes, feeling her heart beating rapidly. She wondered what kind of flower made him think of her. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t realise when he came to stand beside her, his arm wound around his back to hide whatever he was hiding.

She peers up at him through her lashes, excitement barely hidden in her eyes. And then he finally extends his arm in her direction. There, sitting on the top of his palm was…

A red camellia.

She feels her breath hitch in her throat, overwhelmed for a few moments before looking up at him again.

“Camellia is a spring flower, isn’t it? And the red color shows how spirited and passionate you are about your goals and also your bonds! The moment I saw this,” he smiled nostalgically, “I thought of you.”

Sarada feels a deep red blush painting her cheeks, her mind running mile a minute. She was no stranger to camellias. They were gorgeous flowers that always somehow soothed her heart. Especially, the red camellias… she knew what they meant. These red flowers had meaning - an amalgam of passion, desire and… Oh!

Oh!

Did he know?

“Y-you know,” she stutters, her onyx eyes fixing themselves on the beautiful red flower in her cupped palms “Red camellias…mean one more thing.”

It takes him only a fraction of second to curl his arm around her waist to pull her in. Sarada yelps loudly and he blurts out a ‘sorry’ before smashing their lips together. It takes her a moment to register what had happened but he’s already pulling away.

He never averts his gaze away from her, even as he is embarrassed like hell. His blue eyes, shimmering with warmth and affection make her lean into him even more. And the flower is still clutched in her hand.

“I know the meaning,” he tells her, still peering down at her. “Do you?”

Sarada does not hesitate to fist his shirt and drag him down to meet her lips again. This time, they are both prepared. Their lips move in perfect synchronization, tasting each other and melting into each other’s embrace. But the lack of oxygen makes them pull away soon after.

Sarada giggles, huffing for air.

“Do I?”

A moment of stunning quietness follows before they both burst out laughing, unable to hold it together. Sarada is deliriously happy, because how can she not be. This idiot was hers now.

He surprises her though, grabbing her slender wrist which held the flower and bringing it up to him. His lips gently brush her soft fingers, eyes still intently on her and she feels a tingling sensation rush all through her bones.

He smiles.

“It’s your flower.”

“Yes.” She smiles too.

It is mine.

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Well? I’m super excited to know about your thoughts for this fic. I wrote this in parts with a lot going on in my real life and honestly, I felt as if I had lost touch in. writing BoruSara. I hope this story was enjoyable enough to you all!

Btw, everything I mentioned about Camellias was true! Red camellias do symbolise passion or desire and of course, romantic love as well. They are even coupled with pink camellias to present romantic love.

And all the stuff about Tanabata? I got it from here!

This story was fun for me to write, I hope it was for fun for you all to read as well! A cookie for for thoughts!!!

#borusara #bsaweek19 #borusaraweek19 #boruto x sarada #boruto and sarada #boruto uzumaki #boruto #sarada uchiha #sarada #boruto naruto next generations #adi writes #day 3 #borusara fanfiction #borusarafics

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futurewriter2000 · 6 years

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Please, Mr. Jailer - Pt. 2

A/N: So, I’ve finished it. Finally. I’ve been having this in my drafts for so long but I’ve finally finished it. I’m finishing all my fics I’ve started writing but never finished. Some of them are getting a whole rewrite.

REQUEST: Omfg please mr. Jailer was spectacular I can't believe it I'm buzzing and asdfghjkl!! Could you please pLeAsE tag me? I'm so frickin excited I can't breathe xx

It was a laugh, honestly. The whole chase was a laugh and you couldn't help yourself but feel your mouth curve into a wider smile as you ran through the woods.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, (Y/N)! JUST STOP!" he bellowed after you, sending a few red flashes as he did.

And you laughed because it was funny. You turned left and hid behind an enormous tree trunk, placing your hand over your mouth so you don't let out another giggle.

"BOLLOCKS!" he shouted as he finally stopped running and took a breath.

And that was your chance. 3, 2, 1! " STUPEFY!" you shouted, pointing your wand at him and letting its tip let out a red flash, making the black haired Auror fly on the other side of the woods, hitting his head pretty hard.

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He opened his eyes slowly, his head banging and voices ringing in his head.

"Just go. I'll be up there in a minute." a whisper came from the upper floor as the door shut and steps started to become louder.

His eyelids were so heavy he barely lifted them up to see. Soon as he managed to do that he looked around and felt the tight rope around his wrists and ankles.

"Bloody hell." he groaned and rolled his eyes, starting to look around the room.

"Not so great, is it?" you smiled as you pulled yourself a chair and sat right opposite of him. "Being tied up in some dark room, not knowing where you are."

" You must be overjoyed." he sent you a fake smile before trying to woggle his wrists out of the ropes, jumping with the chair and his feet somehow glued to the floor. "What the...?"

"Oh I used Colashoo on you." you pointed at his feet. "Just being cautious."

"You gotta be kidding me." he let out another groan as you let out a chuckle and stood up.

"Nope. And it's only Monday, so get comfortable."

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Tuesday

"I hate this-" he wiggled in his chair. " And I hate this stupid chair-" he wiggled again. "And this stupid room-" he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing." And ARGGHHH!" he let out a desperate scream.

" You really don't fancy being in a dark room," you said as you sat on the stairs with a bowl of cereal in your lap.

"Let. Me. Go," he growled, his dark curls blocking his ferocious grey eyes.

"I could..." you stood up and walked over to him. You put one hand on his chair and leaned forward so the two of you were dangerously close. " But I won't." your expression suddenly fell and you had the same fire in your eyes as he did. " You thought I was going to use the Killing Curse on you back at your place." you glared and he stared, not changing his expression at all. " That is why you were relieved, weren't you?"

"With a Rosier blood like yours, I had nothing else to expect." he snarled and you felt your heart spiked my a small tip of a dagger.

But you shook it off. "Remember Sirius...you are a Black, not a Potter."

He started to shake the chair again, fury burning inside of him. "ARGHHH!!!" he screamed again, glaring at you. "I SWEAR! As soon as I get out of this I'LL KILL YOU AND YOUR COUSIN!"

" Bye, Black!" you started to walk away, his shouts screaming behind you.

"Get back here! You little-!"

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Wednesday.

He was finally able to step, barely lifting his weight of the chair as his stomach gave a growl.

He was prepared. A silver pocket-knife in his hand as he slowly made his way upstairs. He was feeling furious with you, prepared to finally take you down and escort you to the Ministry.

He unlocked the door, the voices slowly becoming louder...

" And so he hopped his way on the path to his grandfather, meeting his friend Otto the canary. " you smiled and continued to read as the little boy beside you slowly started to drop his eyelids. " ' Hello there Hopper. What are you doing on this dark path?' the canary asked and Hopper answered. ' I am going to see grandfather, to give him honey and milk.' " you started to drop your voice and looked as he started to breathe a bit fainter. "Come on, young man. You need to go to bed." you took his arms and wrapped them around your neck.

"But what if daddy comes home and I miss him?" he spoke sleepily, not even trying to fight back the sleep that was taking over him.

" You won't. I promise." you whispered and started to take him upstairs, not realizing the man hidden behind a wall...shocked.

As you put the little boy to bed, you made your way downstairs and found a known man sitting on your sofa, wand in his hand.

You raised your arms and stepped away. "Sirius, just leave. I'll go to the Ministry but you can't-"

"Is he yours?" he asked, cutting in and looking at you with his guilty eyes.

" Fabian?" you furrowed your eyebrows, deciding whether to tell him or not. "No." you finally decided to answer.

" Evan's?" he asked, his expression soft and calm.

You looked at the ground and lowered your hands. " He had him right after he graduated. He can't take care of him while he's running from the whole Ministry. Someone has to take care of him."

"Rosier? Reproducing?" he looked confused, almost as it was a miracle.

" Believe it or not, we are people." you rolled your eyes and started gathering the pillows from the sofa.

" Really? I always thought you resembled something more of a Ghoul it not." he joked around and you looked at him, gaping.

"How!" you threw a pillow at him, smiling. "Dare you!" you threw another pillow at him. "You dated me in Hogwarts." you pointed your index finger at him while squinting your eyes.

He grabbed the index finger and leaned forward, grinning. " I also lied a lot in Hogwarts. "

"You!" your eyes were wide yet your mouth beaming at him. He chuckled and let go of your finger, walking around the room and finally sitting down on the sofa.

"I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

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“ It feels like old times.” you smiled at him, taking another scoop of ice cream and licking the spoon.

“ Bloody hell, that turns me on.” he grinned and winked as you put the spoon out of your mouth and into an ice cream bowl.

“ Exactly like old times.” you smiled and pushed the bowl away from you, sitting in your criss-cross position.

“ Come off it. Just like old times?” he scoffed. “ I’m supposed to bring you to the Ministry and here I am having ice cream with you.”

“ Isn’t that better than chasing me through the woods or either of us being tied down to a chair.” you winked, getting up and taking ice cream back to the freezer. “ Tell me.” you turned around and started walking back to him. “ Why did we break up?” you looked at him and he chuckled.

“ What?” he smiled.

“ Well, I feel like there is more to that break up that you led on.”

“ There’s not.”

“ You keep saying that but you’re the one that stormed out after mentioning it when I was being tied on that chair.”

“ Oh..” he looked at the ceiling dreamily. “ Good times.”

You laughed and threw another pillow at him. “ Come on, Sirius.” you continued to laugh. “ You got the answer while I was with the Deatheaters. Because of Fabian then just tell me why did we break up?” you were now looking at him seriously and he kept avoiding your eyes.” Sirius?”

“ I really liked you.” he smiled up to you and frowned immediately after. “ I really liked you and I didn’t want to end it with you so soon.”

“ But you did. I didn’t ask you to.”

“ And you took it so well.”

“ Took it well.” you scoffed. “ I was furious at you.”

“ Yeah right! You dated that McLaggen boy right after.”

“ Oh, I wonder why I would do that.” you pressed your index finger against his forehead. “ Why do you think?”

He stared, wheels in his head turning until he finally realized, making his grin immediately reappear. “ You tried to make me jealous!” he spoke triumphantly.

“ And apparently it worked.” you laughed, making his triumph quickly disappear.

“ But you liked me back?” he continued to smile, ignoring what you said before.

“ No, dumbass. I dated you because I date everybody I hate.” you retorded sarcastically.

“ WHAT!?” he started laughing out loud, hugging and hitting all the pillows you threw at him before. “ I knew it! I KNEW IT!” he pointed his finger at you and continued to taunt a bit.

“ You knew bullshit, Sirius.” you rolled your eyes and he hugged you from behind.

“ I knew it.” he smiled next to you and kissed your cheek. “ Though, one way or another I had to break up with you.”

“ And why’s that? “ you started to get more serious.

“ Because you’re a Rosier.” he spoke calmly, not even re-thinking the words that came out of his mouth.

“ Excuse me!” you started to get furious, pointing your finger at the door. “ Get out!”

He shot his head to you and his smile faded. “ What? Why?”

“ Get out!” you screamed more intensively now.

“ (Y/n). Honey...” he started to speak more sweetly to you, his hands trying to take a hold of you. “ It’s just that-”

“ No, you know what, Sirius. I don’t give a damn anymore. I told you why I talked to my brother. I told you who Fabian is, now you have to get out!” you snapped at him, staring at his blue eyes that you now despised.

“ But aren’t we going to talk about-”

“ No, we won’t. You’re not staying here to talk down on my family- My blood. You are not here to feel superior or to feel better. I don’t care anymore how you feel towards me or how you felt back in Hogwarts. All of that is over the moment you broke it off. And the reason for me being a Rosier is the most cowardly excuse!”

“ I-”

“ Leave!” you cut him off.

“ You don’t understand-”

“ LEAVE!” you screamed louder so that you heard something crack at the stairs.

You turned around and saw little Fabian peeking through the stair fence.

“ Hey, Fabe.” you now changed your voice completely. “ What are you doing up so late?”

“ I thought it was daddy.” he spoke innocently as a child that he was. His eyes though were stuck on the man standing behind you. “ Who’s that? Is he here to take you away from me?”

“ No, no-”

“ HE CAN’T TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME!” he shouted in your face, tears streaming down his cheeks as you moved away for a bit, realizing what he said. He threw himself into your arms and kept squeezing you tightly. “ I won’t let go of you! I won’t let him!”

“ Hey, hey..” you hugged him as well. “ I’m not going anywhere, okay? He’s just someone from my past. Nobody important.” you continued to comfort little Fabian. You pulled away from him, watching his adorable, teary eyes let go of few tears before brushing them off with your sleeve. “ Now, why don’t you get back upstairs and I’ll come to tuck you in.” you bumped his nose and he giggled.

“ Okay.” and he was bolting upstairs.

“ Okay,” you whispered before turning back to Sirius and walking closer. “ Sirius, I don’t want any trouble. I just want Fabian to be safe.”

“ Nobody important?” he stared at you, tears holding back as he spoke to you.

“ Sirius...”

“ Yeah, I’ll leave.” he sniffed and cleared his throat, grabbing his coat and wand and walking towards the door. “ I’ll-” he stopped, not even turning around. “ I’ll tell them you’re in the clear, so you don’t have to worry about Fabian.”

You quickly put your hand on his shoulder, before he ran away from you yet again. “ Thank you,” you spoke softly, not even thinking of the fight the two of you had not so long ago. “ And Sirius.” you moved closer and hugged him from behind. “ You were and still are important to me. It’s just too complicated.” you whispered and let go of him softly.

He stood there at the threshold, breathing deeply and squeezing his eyes shut. You stared for a while, tears gathering, heart squeezing seeing him go.

His hand touched the doorknob but instead of twisting it he let go of the coat in his arms, the wand in his hand, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a long-lasting kiss.

You’d have to admit you were surprised at first but you didn’t hesitate to think twice to kiss him back, your hands finding their way into his hair and your fingers gripping his curls.

It was a kiss, different from all of those you received from him in Hogwarts. It felt honest, pure, right.

“ Screw too complicated. It was complicated back then it’s complicated now. For all I know I could die tomorrow regretting not kissing you, regretting not telling how much I have thought about you since I left Hogwarts.” he whispered, his lips an inch apart from yours.

Your hands fell to his cheeks and you barely looked away from his gorgeous plump lips. “ Don’t you ever try to get away from me like that.”

#Sirius Black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #james potter imagine #james potter #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew imagine #Marauders #the marauders #marauders era #marauders imagines #marauders imagine

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kpopbread · 7 years

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Nct Dream reaction: you’re the clumsiest shit to ever have stepped foot on Earth

Request: hiii~ i really liked your clumsy reaction with nct can you do one for dream?

This was a surprise to see that people liked the first one! I will try hard with this one though it probably won’t be as good LOL

Read part one: click dis

(Credit to gif owners)

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Mark & Haechan:

The original was Nct 127 and I included these two guys. You can read it here: Mork and Diva

Renjun:

Despite you being severely absentminded you did somehow manage to be a pretty decent cook. Even if you did manage to set an entire kitchen cabinet on fire- that was only twice though.

So being a good friend of our fellow neighborhood moonmin stan you were assigned the difficult task of..... baking his birthday cake. Yeah. And you were freaking the hell out.

You tried your ABSOLUTE HARDEST not to fuck it up. After 3 stressful hours of concentration and tears you finally finished without wrecking it. You got the candles ready and on the count of 3 you proceeded into the living room for Renjun’s surprise.

‘Wow, I haven’t even dropped it yet!’ you beamed inside your head. But all good comes to an end as when you screamed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY IDIOT” to our boi the candle’s glow was quickly replaced with light smoke. Fuck. Your dumbass just blew out his candles.

*sigh* “well I guess I’m not getting a birthday wish this year.”

I would think that Renjun would normally be pretty patient with you. Apart from this one time.

He looked so disappointed in you and you legit wanted to disappear into thin air JUST LIKE THE FUCKING FIRE ON THE CANDLES HHHSHHSSHHS

Jeno:

I think Jeno would lightly poke fun at you for being clumsy.

For example you two would be hanging out, probably watching bee movie or something, then out of nowhere- this fucker decides to give you a cringe attack

“Hey, do you remember that time when you ppffft -you went to meet me after school and you- you hugged that random teacher instead of me baHAHA”

Hearing him laugh about you like that made you want to punch him in the throat BUT you tried to keep a calm nature.

“We do not speak of that time”

“A-and, he ran away and almost hit that random student sjsjdhs”

By this point, you decided- heck, what tf is calm anyway

“JENO YOU ASS I SAID WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT TIME”

You would push Jeno to the side, trying your hardest not to erupt into laughter.

“Asdfjsjsjdjdjdjdj JENO shut up already omg”

Jaemin:

For Jaemin, I don’t think he would really pay attention until someone else pointed it out. After that he found himself notice every small mistake you made: he was shocked when he calculated that on average you drop something every 16 minutes like wow what

So today you were planning to scare Jaemin (for the banter you know). You decided to wake up extra early just so you could catch him off guard at practice.

But obviously, something had to go wrong right?

You stood outside the practice room patiently, completely alert and awake. Just as a figure appeared from the door, you screamed “BOO” but you got more of a shock than Jaemin did.

“ARGHHH WHAT THE HECK”

What? That ain’t Jaemins voice.

As Taeil slowly turned his head in your direction, one hand clutching his chest in shock, you probably had the biggest jumpscare of your life

“SHIT OMG” you blurted out as you yeeted down the corridor like you were an Olympic sprinter.

“What the fuck just happened” Jaemin shot an inquisitive yet amused look at Taeil as he watched you scream down the corridor.

Chenle:

This dolphin ass probably screamed and cringed everytime you were clumsy

Like you two were most likely deaf now because of how many times he’s yelled

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

“wheeee Chenle omg! I’m like deaf in my right ear now”

This was kind of a cycle: you do stupid shit, he screams. So now everytime you were over at the dorms the members would try their best to stay out of Chenle’s way if you were present lmao

He’s the sort of guy that would laugh at their friend failing at an easy activity. Tbh same. Like that one time you accidentally sent ‘#deezhoesaintloyal #shaggedyourmum’ to your nan and he LOST IT

“WHATTTATATATA HOW EVEN DID YOU ACCIDENTALLY DO THAT AHSHHSHS”

“ACTUALLY STOP”

U haven’t seen your nan since that incident. Legend has it she’s in the mountains running a camp for hoes to help them be loyal

Jisung:

This kid would just be utterly confused

Like how many times can you forget to save your pokemon game like no I don’t want to hear you rage about it no thanks

“Reason number 36 on why Nintendo needs to remind you every 5.4 minutes to save your game in very imperceptible ways-“

“Can you actually please stop now? It’s not like Nintendo would do that anyways- they’re too busy concentrating on a cardboard box.”

“Oh- shots fired! But fyi it isn’t just a cardbo-“

You were cut off by the smoke alarm echoing through the dorms.

“Shit!”

You and Jisung jumped up in sync and sprinted to the kitchen. Oh, shit. The fucking cabinet’s on fire again.

“DMSJSJDJSJSJSN JISUNG HELp”

He kinda just looked at you blankly, then proceeded to pull a ‘wtf’ face at you while grabbing his phone for blackmail material.

Extra:

Taeil’s soul leaving after you scared the life out of him

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Andddddd we’re done! Thanks for reading lads @taesdayoff hope you liked!

#nct reactions #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #nct 2018 #nct scenarios #nct mark #nct haechan #nct renjun #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung #kpop reactions

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shoutoscenarios · 7 years

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Anonymous said: Hi! Could I please request a scenario where Endeavor has never approved of Todoroki's S/O. Then one day he gets critically injured during a battle and she saves his life with her healing quirk. (Even though she didn't have to) After that, he attempts to be nicer to her (though awkwardly), much to Todoroki's surprise. (Brownie points if she's shy and absolutely terrified of Endeavor XD) Thank you!!

Endeavor and being nicer? Why am I not surprised that it takes getting critically injured for that to happen, arghhh.. Anyway, Anon, here you go! <3

Warnings: None

Todoroki could laugh right now at what he was seeing.

His father, Endeavor, restricted to a hospital bed, no doubt cursing each and every one of the doctors who’d advised him—strongly—to stay in the hospital for just another day or two under observation, just to be sure his health was as fine as he looked. (That is, if you took away his minor injuries, and the fatigue and annoyance that came with being in a hospital, apparently.) After all, even famed heroes could get injured, and Todoroki had been there to see his father receive his injury during the battle he and you had happened across while at the mall.

Todoroki knew he shouldn’t be this amused.

His father had almost died from the injury, and regardless of his questionable reputation as a pro-hero, his death would’ve been devastating to those that actually looked up to him. Todoroki was well aware of how much worse it could’ve been without you there to heal his father with your quirk, and it seemed, Endeavor did as well, huffing whenever he saw Todoroki tapping away on his phone, exchanging texts you with about his father. Like the doctors and nurses, you’d expressed worry for Endeavor’s well-being and the aftereffects of your healing quirk on him.

As he sat on the armchair across from his father, Todoroki’s phone buzzed with another text from you, this time with a picture of the flowers you’d bought. Wanting to drop some off, you’d asked earlier that morning what kind of flowers Endeavor liked, to which Todoroki replied that his father had no preference for flowers. Of any kind. It was possible he’d burn them out of boredom, so even the prettiest of flowers weren’t safe with him.

Todoroki texted you a short compliment on the picture, then looked up from his phone. Endeavor was frowning at him.

“Is it that girl?” he asked, his tone rough. He leaned against the headboard of the hospital bed, arms crossed. Apart from his question, there was no other noise in the room. Endeavor had refused to watch anything, so the TV remote remained untouched, and music was just out of the question.

“Yes,” Todoroki said stiffly. “She’s bringing you flowers.”

He didn’t feel like getting specific. If it wasn’t important news about a hero or villain, updates from his interns, or a discussion about Todoroki’s proficiency with his quirk, it was lost on his father. All Might was the hero to freely talk to about flowers, not Endeavor.

Todoroki heard his father scoff and saw him avert his eyes elsewhere.

“Flowers,” he echoed, sounding insulted, but Todoroki couldn’t hear the notes of contempt that were usually in his father’s voice when the conversation was about you. In fact, he hadn’t heard them since you’d healed his father, which was both a surprise and a concern.

Had his father actually been that affected by his brush with death? No… for most, almost dying would be life-changing, but for heroes, especially pro-heroes, it was always a risk. A better question would be… had you saving his life change his father’s mind about you?

There was a sudden knock on the door. Todoroki knew it had to be you, from how soft it was, but before he could do anything, Endeavor called out to the door, much louder than he needed to.

“Come in!”

Todoroki saw the door open slightly, allowing in flowers in deep oranges and reds to bring some color to the mostly white room. You had them in a vase, which you were using to hide behind as you stepped inside, flashing Todoroki a panicked face that only relaxed when he walked over to help you set the flowers down, his fingers brushing against yours comfortingly in the instant he took the vase from you.

“M-Mr. Endeavor,” you greeted his father. Your attempt at being polite earned you a snort from the pro-hero.

“Endeavor,” he corrected.

“E-Endeavor,” you repeated, motioning nervously to the flowers. “These are for you for… using my quirk on you… I-I can bring you different ones, if you don’t like them.”

“Leave them,” Endeavor ordered, closing his mouth tightly. He appeared to be struggling with something, lowering his head to scrutinize the flowers from the hospital bed with critical eyes. And it could’ve just been the gentle lighting of the room, but where Todoroki was, standing next to you, it looked like the flames on his father’s face were dimmer, somehow.

His stare kept locked on his father, Todoroki waited impatiently for him to get his point across already.

“Your quirk is… useful,” Endeavor then said, uncertain, as if finding the right word had been a strenuous task. His eyes were now on his work phone, so he was unable to see the matching looks of surprise you and Todoroki had, before Todoroki took your hand and led you to the door.

“We’re leaving.”

Todoroki turned back to his father. “I take it you’ll be fine on your own?” he asked, deciding to play the role of caring son, while Endeavor was still in that sorry state of his.

His father said nothing, only scoffing in reply. Todoroki took it as a yes, following you out the door that he felt relieved to close once you two were in the hallway.

He felt you squeeze his hand. “I think your father was trying to be nice to me,” you said, awed.

You suddenly gasped.

“Oh my god, should I have said thank you earlier?!”

Todoroki laughed.

#my hero academia imagines #todoroki shouto #todoroki scenario #todoroki imagine #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia

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harleenquinzelgal · 7 years

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Hurt to Heal (Loki x Goddess!Reader)

A/n: hey peeps! Got another interesting Request that i fell in love with! Let’s imagine this taking place in Jotunheim like in Thor. Hope you lords enjoy!!!

Request: @maroonracoonlagoon said: Could you write a mini fic of Loki x Goddess!Reader where reader is the goddess of life and destruction (can destroy anything they please, but can also heal/repair anything. Only downside is the healing process hurts 2x as much as the original injury) Where during a battle, Loki loses an arm and Reader feels really bad about it but heals/regenerates his arm. Oki thx m8

“Listen brother! We can not be the reason to start a war!” Loki proclaimed. You nodded your head but the others didn't agree with his opinion.

“They’ve already started it Loki, our job is to end it. Now… WHO WANTS TO SAVE ASGARD?” Thor asked raising his hammer in the air and waving it like a baton. Loki and you looked at each other in disapproval but ended up following them. As we all rode our horses over the bridge, we came to a stop in front of Heimdall.

“Thor! I can not let you pass without All Fathers permission!” You all looked at each other then Thor spoke up once again.

“I will soon be the righteous king of Asgard. If you let us pass, I will offer you a wish.” Heimdall thought for a second before he walked up the steps towards the centre.

“If anything goes wrong, you shall be the one to take responsibility!” As he said those words, he inserted his sword and turned it. In a matter of seconds, you all landed in a icy blue realm.

“Jotunheim.” Loki gasped at the sight of the deserted place, or as you all thought it was.

“So this is where the King lost his eyes!” Fandral said in aw.

“Well, he did put an end to the war but here we are, trying to break the peace between both realms.” You mumbled.

“Thor Odinson! Why are you stepping feet onto my land?” You all turned into different directions, looking for the man behind the voice.

“Were only here to talk peace with you once again!” Loki proclaimed, trying not to make any moves. You all waited for the man to speak up again, thats until you saw him.

“Laufey!” They all turned to the man standing right in front of you. The asgardians weren't kidding when they said he's giant!

“Frost giants tried to steal the tesseract from Asgard. YOU are the one who stepped foot into our land FIRST!” Thor pointed out.

“Well what’s done is done so why don't you carry on with your little group of friends.” The frost giant mocked us. Anger was boiling in you and the others but it’s better to leave this place with no trouble. You all turned around and were on your way out, that’s until we heard Laufey call us Puny Gods.

Thor immediately started swinging his hammer and released it towards Laufeys head, throwing him backwards. Frost giants started emerging from all direction and ran towards us. You used your quick reflexes to release a mist of fog towards twenty different giants and killed them within seconds.

“DO NOT LET THEM TOUCH YOU!” You heard Volstagg yell. You turned to look at his hand and it was blue. As soon as you turned back, a giant lunged towards you and pushed you down. You held onto its chest just in time to stop it from touching you.

“AHHHH!!!’ You threw another mist of radiation towards where Loki was and ran to his side. You looked down to see that the giant has cut off his arm.

“Listen to me! I’m gonna heal you but you gotta brace yourself.” You tried to be calm as possible so you won't make him scared. You held onto his shoulder and made a gold mist with your hands. You roughly slammed your fists into his shoulder and held him down.

“ARGHHH! NO STOP! PLEASE! STOP!” Loki pleaded but you wanted to make sure he's okay. He squirmed beneath you but at this moment, you knew you were much stronger than him.

“Shhh! Shhh! It’s okay, you're going to be fine. Just bare with me for few more seconds okay?” You asked and he nodded his head and laid against your left chest. You combed his hair with your finger, trying to sooth him with your warmth.

“LOOK OUT!” Hogun shouted before launching an icicle right above your head. The ground started shaking violently below you. You looked up to see a large creature, slowly breaking out of the ice it was frozen in.

“C’MON! WE GOTTA GO!” Sif yelled at you but you weren't planning on getting up any time sooner. Loki looked up at you worriedly. You smiled down at him.

“It’s okay! I’m going to get us out of here. One last push.” You pressed down harder to decrease the time.

“C’mon, C’mon, C’mon,”

“ARGHH!” You regenerated his arm and pulled him up with you. You stopped for a split second to form a cloud of poison and threw it towards the beast but it didn't seem to kill it. You ran for your life and reached towards the end with all the others. You were now surrounded by the giants, thats until a beam of light struck right in front of you and tossed the frost giants back. It was King Odin.

As soon as you landed in Asgard, you were sent to the healing chamber because of Fandral. You held your hand above his abdomen and once again, used your powers to heal him. To everyones surprise, it healed him within seconds unlike Loki.

“Where is Loki?” As soon as you asked, you saw Loki walk into the chamber. He looked upset for some reason.

“Thor is gone.” You all stared at him blankly.

“What?” Fandral tried to get up but failed to when you held him down by the shoulder.

“H-He’s gone. Father has sent him into one of the nine realms.” Sif walked towards him but stopped.

“You told him, didn’t you?” Sif gave an evil grin towards Loki, which made him look down.

“I did. But if I did not, none of us would have made it out alive! If it wasn’t for Lady Y/n, Fandral and I would not be alive right now! Be happy I did such a thing!” He retorted. Everyone other than you were giving death stares towards Loki.

“Traitor.” Sif walked out with Hogun, Volstagg and Fandral, leaving you behind.

“Guys! What’s done is done, you can’t change the past.” You yelled at them.

“But we can change who we trust and follow.” Hogun said before leaving the chamber. You sat down in disbelief. Your childhood best friend is now somewhere far away from you and all of you are splitting up in the worst ways. Loki walked you to your room and stayed at the door for a while. You didn’t bother to close the door because you were too upset. You fell onto the bed and started sobbing loudly, causing Loki to come in and stand by your bed.

“Lady Y/n?” Loki whispered in your direction.

“Leave. Please.” You didn’t want to seem too harsh towards the man since he’s already hurt.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you heard before you fell into a deep sleep.

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First Night Back in Fuuga Chapter 16: Hiding Our Love

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Warning: Mature content

Jae-Ha tries to help Yona and Hak keep their relationship under wraps

Soft morning light. Yona is lulling out of a dream. She feels so… at ease.

His scent mmm… She shifts, ohhhh, her muscles ache... A smile of naughty realization rises on her face as her eyelids slowly open…

Hak is laying right there watching her… and he’s probably been watching for a good while.

“You’re still here?”

“...are you disappointed?”

“It’s so rare. You’re always gone when I wake up. Gathering firewood or breakfast or scouting a path.”

He wears a playful look, “It was sorta hard for me to wake up next to you before--” he glances down over her body, then back up to innocent eyes, “--before I could do this...” he leans in and kisses her collarbone, neck, cheek, then forehead.

Yona smiles at the the tickles of affection, then reaches her hands across to his taut skin, getting a dose of her newly-possessed hard muscle. They both could get used to this new type of morning.

Hak moves a hand to Yona’s waist. As he rolls her to her back, she -- ow! -- winces in pain. Concern washes over his face. Yona sees it and lifts a comforting hand to his cheek, then smiles, “You’re a bear, Hak.” He looks down with annoyed affection at her making light of this, then leans over her belly and kisses just above her button, then at each of her hip bones, and on and on -- saying thank you and sorry to each part of her beautiful, porcelain body.

The new lovers slowly dress one another, forgetting to care about who might be waiting on them. As though with a 10-second timer, in perfect consistency they bring their lips together for lingering, can we please stay in this moment forever, kisses along the way.

The non-verbal communication is in overdrive this morning, coded gazes taking turns speeding up hearts and stealing breaths. As they approach the door, Hak can’t help but reach out and grab Yona, pinning her against the wall to steal one last moment. His mouth hovers near her ear, “Every time you see me out there... I’m dreaming about being back here with you.”

She turns her heated face to take a kiss from him and then her tongue is in his mouth, dancing against his, she’s moaning again, his hand pulls the small of her back toward him, her arms move up around his neck, her thighs are naturally weakening again. They are never gonna make it through that door.

Yona uses all her strength to pull back, then tries to distract, “Last night…”

“Hm?...” he’s still nuzzling her.

“...you mentioned you should have made love to me the first time I asked…” she’s still drunk off his scent.

He tries to regain his senses, releases her. As he runs a hand through his dark locks, he admits, “How is it you phrase it? Oh, right, I’m an idiot,” he smiles, but then seriously, “The last thing you needed was a guy making you question whether he’s gonna be devoted to you or not,” he laughs at that, “I’m all in, Princess. Husband or not. I should have made you feel sure. ...if I’d told you with more than words, you might’ve believed me.”

Yona gives him that touched look of hers again as she weaves a hand in his and tugs him toward the door, “I trust you, Hak. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone.”

He lets her lead him outside, watching with awe. Yona may never know how much what she just said means to him.

As the party of Yona, Hak, Yoon, and dragon warriors ride together toward Saika, a new reality has already set in. Hak rides alone at the front of the group. By all appearances he’s leading the way, but really he’s trying to keep calm and focus ahead.

Yona is further behind, riding on Jae-Ha’s steed, safely seated before him. She doesn’t mind riding with Jae-Ha, she actually really likes it. He smells nice, too, and is so graceful handling her. Plus he’s always been the most fun to talk to out of everyone in the group. But she can’t stop watching Hak up ahead. Is this really necessary -- they being apart as they travel together? It feels almost cruel. And yet… she knows she needs to focus on the bigger picture. She’s the princess. If her life was so simple as loving a man, she wouldn’t be here right now. No, her life is very complicated and she has much yet to do.

Jae-Ha keeps his precious red-haired cargo carefully balanced between his arms as he watches the back of his dear dark-haired friend’s head up front. He’s relieved to have survived the morning, but it really wasn’t beautiful. He recalls...

While everyone was at breakfast, Jae-Ha invited Hak aside to scope new weapons for the battle ahead.

Of course, Jae-Ha soon realized that taking Kouka’s top warrior to a room full of weapons so that he could privately tell him that he’s gonna need to be his wife’s faux lover was not his wisest plan. And yet, there wasn’t any time to avoid it…

As Hak inspects a blade in the supply shop, Jae-Ha suggests, “She’d really like that one.”

Hak’s subsequent glare is not a pleased one.

Wonderful, Jae-Ha thinks, I can’t even small talk about her without pissing him off. I might as well get this over with...

“You know I think of you like a little brother.”

Hak flashes his eyes up at him in suspicion, “And the princess a little sister?”

Arghhh, this guy is not buying anything this morning, “Did Mundok already talk to you by chance?”

“No. But you’ve been acting funny since we got here.”

Jae-Ha sighs, “This wasn’t my idea,” even though he knows full well he’s the first person who said it the night before, “But love is a hard thing to mask.”

Hak is listening.

“Last night we had a challenging time hiding that you and Yona are… head over heals for one another and sharing the same bed. Which I applaud, by the way. Nonetheless, I had to tell a small fib as a cover... that Mundok overheard and thought was a good idea.”

“I thought you just said this wasn’t your idea?”

“Right… don’t worry about that, it doesn’t matter. What I mean to say is that your grandfather requested I put on that Yona dear and I are romantically involved. To throw attention my way instead of yours.”

Hak looks as though his hearing has failed, then begins inspecting more weapons. Jae-Ha slowly starts backing out of the room…

“It’s a good not-your-idea.” That was Hak.

And somehow Hak conceding that breaks a part of Jae-Ha’s heart. He really does see him like a brother.

“But I don’t like it,” Hak clarifies as they leave the shop with considerable new blades, “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to go along with it.”

“No one could expect you to. But for her, for Kouka, it’s a precaution worth taking. Most of all because...”

“I know,” Hak doesn’t want to hear the name Jae-Ha would have said. That guy who they’re about to join to fight Kai. The very man who embodies both the reason Hak can’t safely have the princess in his arms at night and why he wants her safe in his arms more in the coming week than ever before.

They’ll be camped with Soo-Won.

Hak pauses and stares at one of his blades, deeply pained. Jae-Ha catches sight of this and worries about far more than Hak being upset about the lover charade. The charade that truly pains his friend is a far grander scheme. One that haunts him. And that perhaps only blood can end.

That night the fire is bright at their camp. So is the company. Hak got an unusually good haul of game for dinner and Yoon worked magic with it. That plus all the nourishment from Fuuga, the party’s spirits are higher than they’ve been in months.

Yona stares across the flames at Hak as he eats. There's a pit in her stomach over how she's not supposed to walk over there and touch him. But he’s right there. And all day while they were riding and she watched him, she pieced things together based on the previous night’s revelations. If he had loved her since when he said… then that means every time they fought about something stupid at the palace, he was covering his feelings. Every time she asked him to spend time with her, he was hiding his heart. Every time she spoke about Soo-Won…

She rises to go to her tent. This is too much. On her way, she looks back over her shoulder and sees him standing too, watching her go. Then she feels Jae-Ha’s gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Just think: it will only be like this a very short while.”

“No one’s even out here," Yona knows exactly what he's referencing, "It’s just us.”

Jae-Ha’s rooting for them, but, “Sometimes when lovers get lost in each other, it takes a long time to come back.”

Yona remembers the mutual daze she and Hak had met the others with this morning. There’s no denying it: love is very distracting. And this is infatuation, too. Deep. Infatuation. An incredible passion. Just thinking about him starts her drifting away.

“Once we’re away from Kai and all the politicians, we’ll make sure you have time alone together.”

Yona’s expression hardens at the reminder. Soo-Won.

Hak walks through the woods in the moonlight when he sees her up ahead. Yona is practicing with her bow and arrows. The tree across from her is pierced with dozens of arrows. It’s unsettling to Hak. He gets closer…

“Princess…”

“Don’t. We shouldn’t,” she lowers her bow and starts to walk away from him.

“It’s just us. Let me see your hands. Are you OK?”

“Don’t touch me. Stay away.”

Hak is taken aback. What is… ? He tries to get closer again.

“I said stay away. We can’t be together!” As he grabs her shoulder she turns, tears of blood streaming down her cheeks. Bloodshot eyes. Terror, “He’ll see us!”

Hak wakes up in a cold sweat, pale and gasping for air. He looks around to see he’s sitting alone against a tree outside the princess’ tent. A nightmare.

He gets up and opens the tent’s cloth door. There she is, sleeping peacefully, chest rising and falling. And there is Jae-Ha right beside, not a hand near her. Impressive.

“When will you trust me?” Jae-Ha jabs in a prodding whisper with his eyes still closed.

Hak smiles in comfort at the jab, “When you’re not sleeping with my wife.”

“It’s the same as before, you know?”

“Hm?”

“She’s going to wake up every morning. All of us here to protect her.”

But as Hak returns to his tree, he’s consumed with how different things are now. He’s never felt so worried about her. Never felt such a weight of responsibility to fix her world. He’s never felt so in love before and his heart can barely handle it. He thought that was fear the day he confessed, but that was just the beginning. The fear of losing her now sends a shock through his system that awakens every primitive instinct. He will do anything to protect her. Once and for all.

Yona wakes up alone in her tent, but to the sound of dragon banter outside. Her heart feels warm. And then she remembers they’ll reach Saika today. Tae-Jun. Her heart feels warmer still.

When she goes outside, she sees everyone but Hak. Jae-Ha points her in the right direction and kindly doesn’t follow.

When she finds him not ten minutes later, he’s returning with a pile of firewood tucked under one arm. She’s surprised when he’s stand-offish alone with her in the woods like this.

“It’s just us,” she encourages, “Since when do you care what the dragons think?”

She can see some of the tension leave him, “Sorry, long night.”

“I couldn’t sleep either. I kept thinking about you.”

She leaps to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. This calms him further, so he drops the firewood and pulls her up into his arms, grabbing her lips with his. She comforts him with the kiss, reassuring all the love and affection from that room in Fuuga came along with them all the way here, too.

“Come inside of me,” she tempts into his ear.

“Princess…” his heart speeds up as all his blood starts rushing below, “It'll hurt you.”

“Hak, please don’t argue. I want it so badly I can barely breath…”

Him too. Him. Too. So he brings his mouth to her neck and a hand over a breast as he props her back against a tree, “We have to be quick, Princess… and quiet. Can you do that?”

Yona isn’t sure, so she lies, “Yes.”

Hak pushes up her skirts, yanking down any cloth barring entry, then pulls apart his robes and pushes down the top of his pants, releasing his erection against her. Within seconds he’s found his way inside of her and has begun thrusting, one of his arms around her protecting her back from the bark of the tree.

The second he’s inside is ecstasy for Yona. It does still hurt, a lot, but she needs to heal this way far more than the other right now. She needs his touch. His physical affirmation that he’s all right. And right here.

He grins at her lie as she tries desperately to stop yelping but is hopeless. He keeps his steady movement going, not really caring anymore if someone hears.

There’s an incredible wetness where their bodies meet. Her juices are running down her legs and onto his ballsack. With their clothes pushed down and bunched up, they're a glorious mess. He continues thrusting into her against the tree, her legs wrapped around him, fingers digging into his hair. Making good on his promise to be quick, he comes, adding to the mess of love between them.

As he pulls out and lowers her, Yona, fully tussled, wonders how she’ll be able to come back down to reality before meeting the politicians in Saika today. When she marches back to camp a few moments later, Jae-Ha sees her glow and realizes ever more that keeping this secret is gonna be next to impossible.

#akatsuki no yona #hak x yona #fanfic #first night back in fuuga #akayona

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