#so i'd always be offering to help him study but making sure we do it outside LOL. that man needs some fresh air and SUNSHINE!!

[bobmckenzie]

🌳🔅🍉 picnic study date! 🧺🍀🥪

[sailorblossoms-rankane]

We know Ranma falls first and hard, so what about Akane? When does it start? unlike Ranma, I think it's a couple of things adding up in the background... and why wouldn't it start... here? walk with me

Doctor Tofu is kind to Akane, but I'd say the main reason she had a crush on him was: he was the one male figure outside of her family who made her feel safe. Taking care of her injuries would feel like a form of protection, and Akane wants to feel protected.

It's not just that Akane shows her fiery personality in fights... I recently noticed that while other fighters can show themselves cool and confident in the face of danger (like Ranma). But with Akane, she fights as if she never feels safe in a fight, you can see it. Even when she's the strongest and is winning every morning...

Winning every day could have made her approach these guys looking more "confident" or "relaxed," but she's never relaxed. She always sends Kuno flying, but notice how there's an air of uneasiness (even if she sees him as a buffoon) that doesn't disappear until Ranma comes into the picture.

Ranma showing up as a girl helps Akane relax and reach out as she's too used to being harassed by guys (so she keeps her distance). But even if she finds out his secret in the worst way, she doesn't beat his ass until he's picking on her.

Akane is the one offering the friendly match (connection) but Ranma is also doing something likely no one has ever done with her before: he's being soft, maybe even tender, with her... making her relax. he's making her feel safe (Ranma doesn't fight any other girl like this)

The bathroom incident makes her feel afraid, but when boy Ranma shows himself again, it's clear by the way she stops any attempt of violence to study him (and argue childishly) that the fear is gone. She's tested in the worst way (a way that plays into her worst fears about men, which is hard to shake)... but this tells you she still feels safe, even if she doesn't realize it.

If someone like Kuno had made fun of her proportions, Akane would've beaten him up and moved on. The fact that she's still thinking about it long after the fact tells you he's already stirring something (it's even connected with Ranma thinking about her because he too is also feeling something)

Part of Ranma "falling first" is that he sees her best very straightforwardly from the get-go (and is confused after). With Akane, she isn't even sure of what she's seeing, she's still dealing with her complicated feelings connected to the doc and constant harassment... but she's already interested.

It's obvious that Akane lives rent-free 24/7 in Ranma's head from the moment he meets her, but Akane is not exactly unaffected. It isn't accurate to say he only annoys her at this stage. She pays attention, confides with him, worries, goes after/covers for him... that's interest

You need to pull a rope from both ends to create tension.

Romantic tension requires both parties to feel something, and they already have plenty when Akane tries to help Ranma, and he is protecting her during the fight against Ryoga. Even if she still hasn't sorted out her old crush...

Akane wishes for and values normalcy (she actually has a life) but she only feels normal when compared to the clowns that arrive after Ranma. It's clear by the way her classmates see her that she's an extraordinary girl...

She loves martial arts, but doesn't have the sort of ambitions the insane fighters around Ranma have. She sees it more as a fun outlet, comparable to having a favorite sport. She only holds on to power when someone pisses her off (spite lol) but always chooses normalcy over it

Ranma brings both craziness and safety into her life. You can really see that with Kuno and the guys challenging her: Akane is comfortable supporting Ranma as he navigates the craziness around him, but she isn't comfortable when SHE is at the center of it

Ranma either stands by her side during the madness or straight-up redirects the focus on him (starting from the moment Kuno throws that rose to Akane and Ranma is immediately by her side, ending taking the challenge against Kuno himself). Akane might complain about Ranma "fighting her fights" here, but she quickly gives in to his protection (unless someone is pissing her off... spite, she's just like me fr etc)

In true gag fashion, when Ranma picks on her for her attention, he’s both giving her an outlet and making fighting, which she connected to danger and harassment, a very safe and childish thing. It allows her to relax in a way she hasn’t before he meets him.

When Ranma complimenting her smiles gets to her to the point she's still thinking about it hours after, or that Ranma essentially saying he likes her better as her true self makes her genuinely happy... it doesn't come out of nowhere. She's already been feeling something for him

[temiizpalace]

helloo may I request a prompt for the love triangle event please?

I'd like to ask for Jade and Vil with prompt 3 where they both offer their shoulders to rest on! tysmm

☆┊PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER! NOT HIS! (👑 vs.🐬)

SUMMARY: THEY BOTH OFFER HIS SHOULDER TO REST ON. WHO KNEW IT BECAME A FULL BLOWN WAR!

CHARACTERS: vil schoenheit vs. jade leech

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, mentions of jade ssr vignette

NOTES: eel mafia vs a world star. sure why not!!! thank you for your request!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

˚∘☆∘˚

vil did not mind helping you study.

actually, it was quite flattering. all these students around you with incredible grades, and you hand selected him as your tutor. i guess it was only natural. smart and goodlooking? you have good taste.

“and you have to carry the 7 or else it’ll throw off your entire answer. keep note of that.” he pointed at the equation on your worksheet. “ohhh.. that makes sense. thanks vil!” you smile, eagerly writing down the answer. your happy smile was so enthralling. a moment that cannot be captured elsewhere. a one of a kind sight. thank goodness he was an actor, hiding his emotions came like second nature.

if only you were alone together...

“well done, prefect. that was a difficult problem.” jade chuckles, nodding as you solved another equation. “at this rate, you’ll become quite the mathematician.” vil was less than pleased to be accompanied by jade.. especially considering what a manipulator that man could be. he’s already been played for a fool once, he doesn’t dare allow you to fall under similar influence.

“your steadily improving. i say finish a few more problems and you should have it memorized.” vil adds, pulling out a couple more pages. “oh! that’s.. uhm.. can we take a little break?” you ask hesitantly, fearing the tall stack of papers vil had seemingly grabbed out of thin air. almost offended by the thought, vil scoffs.

“this isn’t only about the material, it is also routine. perhaps not this entire stack, but we must do a few more to ensure you’ll continue to do well.” vil places a new worksheet in front of you, sounding like an enraged father when their child can’t memorize the multiplication table. “yes sir..” you mumble.

“oh come now, vil. the poor prefect looks positively exhausted. just look at their eyebags.” jade sighs, suddenly patting your shoulder. as much as he hates to admit, jade had a point. your eyebags stick out like a sore thumb. what an idiot he was to not notice sooner, a fault on his part. “tell me, [MC], when have you last slept?” jade asks, making you flinch.

“next question, please.” you reply, breaking into a cold sweat. the eel tuts in disapproval, shaking his head with a frown. “this simply cannot do. didn’t you know you need at least 8 hours of sleep?” it felt like a lecture. an incredibly boring and uninteresting one.

“agreed. beauty rest is important and staying up late is horrible for your skin,” vil adds, massaging is temples. “i’ll send you some of my own personal skincare for you to use and hide your eyebags, but you must get adequate amounts of sleep.” he huffs, crossing his arms. “okay, okay, i hear you both.” you yawn, stretching your arms out.

“please, rest now. we can always carry on another day.” jade smiles, patting his shoulder for you to rest on. “i can rest there?” you ask, a bit taken aback. “what’s the catch?” vil raises a brow, feeling uneasy with jade’s suggestion. it might be the jealousy, but something doesn’t sit right with him. “please, my intentions are entirely pure. i want nothing more than to see our beloved prefect resting well.”

jade put a hand over his heart, keeping his usual expression while hiding the beating of his heart. “mostro lounge might need their vice soon, no? the prefect may rest on my shoulder. i insist.” vil points to his shoulder, imploring you to place your head onto it. “huh?? guys it’s fine seriousl—“

“mostro lounge can handle itself, i assure you.” jade cuts you off, finding vil’s intense glare quite amusing. it was clear he was livid, and honestly that was the best source of entertainment jade could ask for. “i just wish to care for the prefect. your presence is excused.” vil waves jade off, signaling for him to get lost.

“oh? but wouldn’t having [MC] rest on your shoulder be harmful to your image and theirs? think of the scandals that might go around.. fufu, quite intriguing, hm?” jade hums, lifting a gloved hand to his chin. “i have a man taking care of any possible scandal that might go around, so that is truly the least of my concern.” vil smiles smugly, standing his ground.

as the argument, or rather, civil discussion, continued, the drowsiness began to capture your body. their murmuring began to sound like soft lullabies as you allowed the sleep to take you. your head rested against the hard wooden desk, staying unnoticed til both boys heard your snores.

“they look quite peaceful.” vil murmurs softly, looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “breathtaking.” jade coos, brushing stray hairs out of your face.

this rivalry wasn’t over, oh no, much farther from that. however, to keep you sleeping for as long as you could, they’ll hold off their insults and bite their tongue.

how could you turn him like this?

A/N: sbsbsbsb writing is feeling difficult lately

date published: 9/16/24

[its-avalon-08]

Helloo! Can I pls request Carlos x Y/N who is a golf course bev cart girl? I love watching day in the life videos of bev cart girls on tiktok LOL and I think it'd be really interesting since Carlos loves golf! Thankuuu💘

gold clubs and nike shoes (cs55)

✦ pairing - carlos sainz x female!reader

✦ genre - fluff, a little angst, hate, comfort

how they met :

The sun was just beginning to rise over the lush green fairways of the exclusive golf club. Y/N was finishing her morning routine, making sure the beverage cart was stocked with cold drinks, snacks, and anything else the golfers might need. She loved her job, especially the quiet moments in the early morning before the course got busy.

Today felt like any other day, but little did she know, it was going to be a day she'd never forget.

As she drove the cart down the path towards the first hole, she noticed a group of golfers teeing off. Among them, one man caught her eye. He was tall, with dark hair and a confident stance. It took a moment before she recognized him.

"Is that… Carlos Sainz?" she murmured to herself, her heart skipping a beat.

Carlos had a break between races and decided to indulge in one of his favorite pastimes, golf. He was here with a few friends, hoping for a relaxing day on the course.

As Y/N approached the group, she put on her best professional smile. "Good morning, gentlemen! Can I offer you anything to drink or a snack to start your round?"

Carlos turned and his eyes met hers. For a moment, he seemed taken aback, then he smiled warmly. Her smile and wavy hair had him awe-struck. "Good morning! I'll have a water, please."

"Sure thing," she said, handing him a bottle of water. "Anything else for you guys?"

The rest of the group placed their orders, and as she handed out the drinks, Carlos couldn't help but strike up a conversation. "Do you work here every day?"

"Most days," she replied, glancing up at him. "It's a great job, especially on beautiful days like this. You must be Carlos Sainz, right?"

He chuckled. "Guilty as charged. You follow Formula 1?"

"I do, actually. I think it's amazing what you guys do. The speed, the skill… it’s incredible."

Carlos grinned. "Well, thank you. It's always nice to meet a fan. What’s your name?"

"Y/N," she said, smiling back. "Nice to meet you, Carlos."

As the day went on, Y/N found herself crossing paths with Carlos and his friends multiple times. Each time, they exchanged a few words, gradually getting to know each other better. By the time they reached the back nine, Carlos was deliberately timing his stops to coincide with her rounds.

At the fourteenth hole, Carlos finally decided to take a chance. As Y/N handed him another bottle of water, he asked, "So, Y/N, what do you do when you're not brightening up the golf course?"

She laughed. "Well, I’m studying part-time and I love traveling whenever I get the chance. How about you? When you’re not racing, that is."

"Golf, obviously," he said with a wink. "And I love traveling too. Maybe we could share some travel stories over coffee sometime?"

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. "I’d like that."

The round eventually came to an end, and Carlos knew he had to make his move before it was too late. As Y/N was getting ready to drive back to the clubhouse, he walked over.

"Y/N," he began, a bit more serious now, "I really enjoyed talking to you today. I'd love to see you again, off the course. What do you say we grab that coffee?"

Her smile widened. "I'd love that, Carlos. Here," she said, pulling out a small notepad and pen from the cart, "let me give you my number."

He took the note, his smile growing even bigger. "Perfect. I’ll call you soon."

As he walked back to his friends, Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. What started as a typical day on the golf course turned into something extraordinary. And for Carlos, a simple round of golf had led to meeting someone truly special.

the first i love you :

The evening had been tense. Carlos and Y/N returned to her apartment after a long day on the golf course. Y/N had dealt with an inappropriate customer at work, leaving her shaken and upset. Carlos was furious, but he tried to keep his anger in check.

As they entered the apartment, Carlos slammed the door behind him. Y/N stood near the kitchen counter, trying to compose herself. Carlos paced the room, his frustration evident.

“I can’t believe that guy today,” Carlos said, his voice tight with anger. “What an absolute jerk!”

Y/N sighed, trying to stay calm. “It’s part of the job, Carlos. I deal with stuff like that sometimes. It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine!” Carlos exclaimed. “You shouldn’t have to put up with that crap. I hate seeing you go through that.”

Y/N shook her head. “It’s my job, Carlos. I’m fine. It’s not the end of the world.”

Carlos stopped pacing and turned to face her, his expression serious. “You know what? You don’t have to keep working there. I have more than enough to support us. I want you to quit that job and focus on what makes you happy.”

Y/N was taken aback. “I appreciate that, but I like working. I want to be independent. It’s important to me.”

Carlos’s frustration reached its peak. “Y/N, this isn’t just about the job. I care about you more than anything. I love you, and it’s killing me to see you hurt. I need you to understand that!”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock. The words hung in the air between them, raw and unfiltered. She was speechless for a moment, her heart racing as she processed his confession.

“Carlos…” she managed to say.

Carlos moved closer, his voice softening but still filled with intensity. “I love you, Y/N. I don’t want you to face that kind of disrespect. You deserve so much more than that. And if it means you don’t work there anymore, then so be it. I just want you safe and happy.”

Y/N felt a wave of emotions crashing over her. She stepped towards him, her voice trembling with emotion. “Carlos, I… I don’t know what to say. I didn’t expect this. I love you too.”

Without another word, Y/N reached up and kissed him, her lips pressing against his with a mix of passion and relief. Carlos responded, pulling her into a tight embrace. The kiss was full of unspoken feelings and raw sincerity.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N looked into his eyes, her gaze steady but firm. “I want to be independent. I want to work and make my own way. It’s important to me, even if it means dealing with tough situations. But I want you to know that I love you too, and your support means everything.”

Carlos’s shoulders relaxed a little, and he took a deep breath. “I understand. I just want you to be safe and happy. And I’ll always be here to support you, no matter what.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with tears of gratitude and love. “Thank you, Carlos. I know we can get through anything together.”

They held each other close, both finding comfort in their mutual declarations of love. The argument and the pain were overshadowed by the deep connection they shared, making their bond even stronger.

In the midst of their emotional turmoil, Carlos and Y/N’s love was reaffirmed, showing that true understanding and support could overcome any challenge.

standing up to hate :

Carlos had been scrolling through his phone, his mood darkening as he saw the comments and posts about his relationship with Y/N. It had been a few months since they’d started dating, and while they’d shared many happy moments, not everyone was supportive. The negativity was starting to weigh on Y/N, even though she kept a brave face.

Carlos was in the paddock at the latest race, talking with some of the other drivers. He glanced over at Y/N, who was chatting with a few friends. She seemed a bit off today, and Carlos could tell that the recent online backlash was affecting her. He had to do something. He was not going to let deranged fans make the woman he loved unhappy.

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carlossainz55 Hey everyone, I usually keep my personal life private, but today I need to address something important. Recently, there have been some comments and messages about my relationship with Y/N. I want to make it clear that Y/N is an incredible person and she means the world to me. I’m so grateful to have her in my life, and the negative comments really hurt her and myself. She is an incredible person inside and out and if you think otherwise you do not know her well enough. You are NOT A FAN if you continue to hate on my loved ones. The hateful comments from the ones who hide behind the screen are cowardly and hurtful. I’m sharing this because I want to stand up for her and show my love and support towards the woman I have the honor of calling mine. We’ve been through a lot together, and I am proud to call myself her boyfriend. Thank you to those who have supported us, and to those who haven’t, I hope you can understand that love is something we should celebrate, not criticize. and grow up or get off the internet. I love mi amor💛

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yourusername i love you my love! i can't believe you just did this

carlossains55 anything for you amor

LandoNorris Carlos, you’re a legend for this. 💪🏽 Love you both!

DanielRicciardo: Absolutely right, mate. Y/N’s awesome, and anyone who says otherwise doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Cheers to both of you!

OscarPiastri: Carlos, you’re a class act. Sending love to you and Y/N. 🌟

CharlesLeclerc: Proud of you for standing up for Y/N. She’s lucky to have you, and so are you to have her. ❤️

MaxVerstappen33: Proud of you carlitos! Y/N we love you <3

[jji-lee]

comfort food might have been a bit of an exaggeration, looking down at your sonny angel collectable bowls filled with ramen, you really wish you had chosen a better pair of words to describe this meal. nevertheless, you figured even something this small would cheer donghyuck up.

his low mood had radiated from the messages he had sent before, but seeing him now at your doorstep, you really got to see how devastated he was over the shop closing

"hey, sorry i'm a little late, i didn't mean to keep you waiting."

his tone was soft, a light pout adorning his lips.

"it's okay, the food's still warm we can eat now if you want."

he followed you to your kitchen, remembering the last time he was here. somehow just coming into your home made him feel just the tiniest bit better. he chuckled at the sight of your comfort food.

"nothing says comfort food like noodles in an angel baby bowl."

you blushed at his comment, you should've just used your regular bowls. as you both sat down and began to eat you couldn't help but keep looking over at donghyuck. you'd never seen him like this before, he always had a glow to him you couldn't quite describe, but now he looked pale, almost sickly.

"soooo, do you wanna talk about whatever's troubling you? you don't have to, but i did say i would help you, so this is me offering my help."

"i don't even know where to begin to be honest."

you smiled at him, that smile he loves so much.

"start wherever you like. i have all night, i'm all ears i promise"

"well, this all started back when my parents were in college. the business idea for the flower shop was something they had always dreamed of. my mom studied botany and my dad studied finance at the time. once they both graduated they finally decided to make the flower shop official, but my mom didn't want to open it until she found the perfect name. that's when i was born, my mom said that when she first held me i was glowing like the sun, i think it was the hospital lights to be honest,"

he stopped for a moment to listen to you soft laugh,

"but anyways, for that she nicknamed me haechan or full sun, so i guess she used it as inspiration along with some other stuff to name her flower shop."

he ducked his head a little, suddenly feeling silly for confessing all of this to you,

"from there everything was going smoothly, but when i started college my mom got really sick. she passed away not long after she had been diagnosed, and that just completely broke my dad."

he looked up to find you staring at him with warm eyes, did you really care that much about his story?

"so from there my dad started to hate everything that reminded him of my mom, especially the shop, he wanted to throw the whole business away but i begged him to keep it. i promised him that i'd run the shop, he wanted me to study medicine so he took a bit of convincing but he finally agreed, on the terms that i'd make a certain amount every month, he said if i can't learn medicine i might as well learn business. and i guess i didn't meet the quota for last month."

he chuckled nervously hoping to lighten the mood a bit,

"so yeah that's pretty much it, i'm doing this to keep my mom's idea alive and just waiting for my dad to come around and accept that he just misses her. sorry i know that's a lot."

you shook you head bringing your hands up to stop him,

"no no of course not, thank you for telling me. i mean at least i know where you get your stubborn attitude from now."

you both laughed, warmth spreading on both of your cheeks, he wishes he could kiss you right now.

"do you wanna stay the night, maybe, only if you want! it's kinda late and you never know what's lurking on campus, i have a pull out sofa bed?"

did you really just ask him that? like he'd really say yes to-

"uh sure, if that's okay with you, thanks, you don't know how much this all means to me."

you smiled to yourself hoping he didn't notice (of course he did your cheeks are bright red).

"that's what friends are for, right, haechan?"

he smiled at the use of his nickname,

"right y/n."

blooming hearts — 19. wakey wakey eggs and bakey

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notes : issue not resolved just yet, but at least haechan and y/n are happy and flirting 🫨🫨🫨

taglist : @nanaxwi , @swee7dream , @mwahaechz , @jenocity23 , @nctrawberries , @seunghancore , @minkyuncutie , @taeeflwrr , @starwonb1n , @mystverse , @jising-jisang-jisung , @beommii , @sunghoonsgfreal , @starfilledgaze , @loveholicness , @theandypark

[milk-tea-sakura]

Hello!! Can I order a miso butter cookie with a vodka shot on the side with Skz bangchan? You can make it as spicy as u want:)) also love the order list, very creative!

A Closer Connection

𝓒𝔀: 𝓓𝓸𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓢𝓾𝓫! 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷, 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓳𝓸𝓫

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1677

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 6 𝓶𝓲𝓷 3

𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 - "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧"  𝘝𝘰𝘥𝘬𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 - 𝘋𝘰𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

After seeing the stunt Bang Chan pulled with being shirtless on stage I feel like this is very appropriate. Also thank you for ordering!!

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✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

 "You’ve never even touched yourself?" Y/n asks, her eyes widening in surprise. She had always known Bangchan to be a shy and reserved person, but this was a new revelation.

Bangchan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he nodded, his eyes darting away from her gaze. "No, I haven't," he replied, his voice quiet.

"Ever?" Y/n continued, her curiosity piqued.

Bangchan shook his head, his blush deepening. "No, never," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's eyes widened even further at his admission. "But... why not?" she asked, feeling a mixture of surprise and concern.

Bangchan shrugged, looking down at his hands. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I just... never felt comfortable doing it, I guess."

Y/n studied his face, reading the mix of embarrassment and discomfort. She knew he wasn't just being coy or shy, there was something deeper going on here.

"Have you ever thought about it, though?" she asked softly. "Have you ever been curious?"

Bangchan glanced up at her, a trace of vulnerability in his eyes. "Yeah, sometimes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I've thought about it, but I don't know... I never felt brave enough to actually try."

Y/n studied his expression, her heart going out to him at that moment. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm, offering a small gesture of comfort.

"I know this is kind of out of line question but... would you like me to touch you?" Y/n asks Chan.

Bangchan's eyes widen at her question, his heart thudding in his chest. No one had ever asked him that before, and the thought of it simultaneously excited and terrified him.

He looks up at Y/n, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and intrigue. "I-I'm not sure," he stammers, his voice shaky. "I've never... no one's ever..."

Y/n understood his hesitation and gently squeezed his arm. "It's okay," she reassured him, her voice soft. "I just thought I'd offer. But we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Bangchan nods, trying to process his feelings. The idea of her touching him was both exciting and frightening, making his heart race and his stomach flutter. He looks back at her, his eyes searching hers, looking for reassurance.

Y/n held his gaze, her expression gentle and patient. "It's entirely up to you," she reiterated. "I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. If you change your mind or if you're unsure, just say so, and we'll stop immediately. Okay?"

Bangchan took a deep breath, letting her words sink in. He knew he could trust her, and that she would respect his boundaries. Still, the fear of the unknown was making his mind race. "Okay," he finally said, his voice quiet. "I... I think I want to try."

Y/n smiled, pleased that he had made a decision. "Just relax, okay?" she said, her voice soothing. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, and we can stop anytime you want. Just let me know if it's too much or if you want to pause."

Bangchan nodded, taking another deep breath to steady his nerves. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts as he mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen.

His best friend was about to help him out sexually, Bangchan felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as Y/n began to move her hand towards his body. She was his best friend, someone he trusted and cared for deeply, and yet the idea that she was about to touch him in this way seemed both surreal and incredibly intimate.

Her hand was soft and gentle as it made contact with his skin, moving slowly and deliberately. "You're so tense," she murmured, her voice filled with concern. "Just try to relax, okay?" Y/n says rubbing Chan's arm.

Bangchan tried to do as he was told, taking another deep breath and willing his muscles to relax. But the feeling of her hand on his skin, and the knowledge of what she was about to do to him, made it difficult to completely let go of his tension.

"Do you want to take your pants off, or should I?" Y/n asks.

Bangchan's cheeks flushed at her question, his heart rate quickening. The thought of taking off his pants in front of her was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. 

"Y-you do it," he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n nods and slowly moves to unbutton and unzip Chan's pants, "We can stop whenever." you remind.

Bangchan nods, appreciating her reminder. He was still nervous, but her reassurance helped to ease his anxieties a bit. "Okay," he manages to murmur, his breath hitching as she slowly peels off his pants.

Once his pants are off, Bangchan is left sitting there in his boxers, feeling both vulnerable and exposed. He looks up at Y/n, her eyes studying him intently.

Y/n gently puts her hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle there twitch under her touch. "You're doing so well," she praises, her voice soft. "Just remember to relax, okay? We're going at your pace."

Bangchan nodded, taking another deep breath and trying to focus on the feel of her hand on his leg. The touch was both soothing and arousing at the same time, making his heart race and his body tingle.

"I'm going to start touching through your boxers, then we can go farther," Y/n tells Chan gently.

Bangchan nods, his breath quickening in anticipation. The thought of her touching him through his boxers is both arousing and nerve-wracking. "Okay," he rasps, his voice hoarse. "I'm ready."

Y/n slowly slides her hand up Chan's thigh making its way to his crotch.

Bangchan's breath hitches as he feels her hand on his inner thigh. The journey to his crotch feels like an eternity, his muscles tense and coiled, waiting for her touch. He tries to hold back the moan that rises in his throat but can’t help but let out a soft moan.

The sound of his moan makes Y/n smile, satisfied at the effect she has on Chan. Moving closer, she finally starts to rub his cock with her palm.

Bangchan's eyes flutter shut at the sensation, his body arching slightly in response to her touch. "Oh god," he whispers, his hands clenching in pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" Y/n asks, already knowing the answer.

Bangchan nods, the words catching in his throat. "Yes," he finally manages to say, his voice strained. "It... it feels so good."

"Do you wanna take it further?"

Bangchan hesitates for just a moment before nodding. Despite his nerves, his body is responding to Y/n's touch, and he can't deny that he wants more. "Yes," he whispers, his voice filled with raw desire.

Bangchan's heart races as she peels his boxers off, exposing himself completely to her gaze. He feels vulnerable like this, but the anticipation and need for her touch outweigh any other emotions. He lifts his hips, helping her remove the last bit of clothing on his lower half.

“You have so much precum” Y/n teases Chan playfully. “Are you ready to continue?”

Bangchan's cheeks flush at her comment, his breath hitching. The way she teased him made him feel both embarrassed and aroused. "Y-yeah," he manages to stammer, his voice betraying his eagerness. "I'm ready."

You spit on your hand and bring it back down to his cock slowly stroking it, using the precum to help your hand glide easier.

Bangchan moans at the touch of her hand, his head lolling to the side in pleasure. “You’re going to need to communicate with me on what you want and need.” Y/n reminds.

Bangchan nods, his brain foggy with desire and pleasure. "I... I want more," he says, his voice raspy with need. "Please, Y/n, keep going."

You keep moving your hand around him, while he gives small thrusts into your hand.

Bangchan's breathing becomes ragged, and he sounds a mix of moans and sighs. The pleasure builds and builds, his body aching for release. "Please," he begs.

“Please what?” You ask.

Bangchan's cheeks flush at the question, his words faltering. He's never had to verbalize what he needed before, and it feels both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. "Please," he repeats, his voice barely above a murmur. "I... I need more. I need... I need to cum.” 

“Yeah?” You tease. “Then cum for me.”

Bangchan's body tenses at her words, the demand sending a shiver down his spine. It's both exhilarating and overwhelming, the knowledge that she has this power over him. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with need and helplessness. "Please," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Let go for me Chan," Y/n says firmly.

The sound of her firmness makes him shiver, the command stirring something deep within him. He looks up at her, his eyes wide and eager, his body tensing as he finally cums. His whole body shook with pleasure. Once he finally calms down he looks at you with heavy breathing.

You smile as you watch him come down from his high, his body still shuddering with pleasure. He looks at you with heavy breathing, his eyes wide and full of awe and gratitude. "That was..." he tries to say, but the words fail him.

"Amazing," you supply, your tone filled with satisfaction. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair, a gentle gesture of affection.

Bangchan nods, his body weak and trembling. He leans into your touch, still breathless and reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. "Yeah," he finally manages to say, his voice gravelly. "Amazing is definitely one word for it."

You chuckle, enjoying the aftermath of his pleasure. You can tell he's exhausted, his body spent and boneless. "You did so well," you praise, continuing to run your fingers through his hair.

[iovebarca]

The Coin Toss - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: send me some requests!

WC: 1300+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, just fluff!

summary: You rely on coin flips to make decisions, leading you to meet Pablo at the park, where you bond over your shared tradition. A coin toss decides on the beginning of a beautiful love story.

Decision-making had always been a daunting task for you. The weight of choosing between two paths, each filled with its own set of uncertainties, often left you paralyzed with indecision. It was during one particularly challenging period in your life that you stumbled upon an unconventional solution, the simple act of flipping a coin.

It started as a whim, a desperate attempt to break free from the cycle of overthinking and second-guessing. One day, faced with a difficult choice, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a coin. With a flick of your thumb, you sent it spinning into the air, leaving its fate to chance.

On this particular day you couldn't decide if you wanted to go to the park or stay in your apartment to study for an upcoming business exam. "Heads, I go to the park," you whispered, the words a silent prayer to the whims of fate.

As the coin arced gracefully through the air, time seemed to slow to a crawl. And then, with a soft clink, it landed in your palm, revealing its verdict. "Heads," you repeated, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Looks like the park it is."

You arrived at the park with a weight on your shoulders, a decision looming in the forefront of your mind. The vast expanse of greenery seemed to beckon you, promising solace and clarity amidst the chaos of life.

As you wandered through the winding paths, the sunlight filtering through the leaves above, you felt the tension begin to ease from your muscles. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers filled the air, carrying with it a sense of tranquility that you desperately needed.

Finally, you found yourself drawn to a secluded bench nestled beneath the shade of a grand oak tree. It seemed to call to you, offering a sanctuary where you could gather your thoughts and find the answers you sought. Only there was a guy sitting on the bench.

Approaching him tentatively, you cleared your throat, your voice betraying the nervousness that churned within you. "Excuse me, do you mind if I join you?"

The stranger looked up, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he offered you a friendly smile. "Not at all," he replied, gesturing to the empty space beside him.

Introductions are made, and you learn his name is Pablo. You chat about inconsequential things at first— the weather, the beauty of the park— but soon the conversation takes an interesting turn.

"So, what brings you to the park today?" Pablo asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

You paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts before deciding to share a glimpse of your quirky tradition with the stranger beside you. "Actually, I was going to study for a business exam I have coming up," you began, your voice tinged with a hint of amusement, "but I ended up here instead. You see, I have this odd tradition where I flip a coin to make decisions."

The stranger's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. "No way, you too?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "That's incredible! I can't believe we have the same tradition."

You couldn't help but laugh at the sheer coincidence of it all, feeling a sense of connection growing stronger between you with each passing moment. "It seems like fate brought us together," you remarked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

A playful glint danced in Pablo's eyes as he suggested, "Well, why don't we put our tradition to the test? Make a decision together?" "Sure, I'd love that," you replied, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips.

With a grin, Pablo retrieved a coin from his pocket, the sunlight catching its gleaming surface as he held it between his fingers. "Heads, we go for ice cream. Tails, we take a stroll by the lake," he proposed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

You watched with bated breath as Pablo flicked the coin into the air, its metallic clang echoing through the quiet park. Time seemed to stand still as it twirled and spun before finally landing in his palm, revealing its verdict.

"Heads!" Pablo exclaimed, a delighted smile spreading across his face. "Looks like we're getting ice cream."

Your heart soared with excitement as you rose from the bench, a sense of adventure coursing through your veins. Together, you set off towards the nearby ice cream parlor, laughter and lighthearted banter filling the air.

The bell above the door chimed cheerfully as you stepped inside, greeted by the tantalizing aroma of freshly made waffle cones and the colorful display of frozen delights. Pablo's eyes sparkled with delight as he scanned the menu, his excitement infectious.

"I can never resist a classic vanilla cone," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

You chuckled, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you at his endearing confession. "I'm a sucker for anything with chocolate." you confessed, feeling a twinge of excitement at the thought of indulging in your favorite flavor.

As you waited for your treats to be prepared, you and Pablo found a cozy corner to sit, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the tantalizing scent of freshly baked waffle cones.

With your ice cream in hand, you and Pablo savored each delicious bite, the sweetness of the frozen treat melting on your tongues. You couldn't help but smile as you watched Pablo's eyes light up with each lick of his cone, his expression one of pure bliss.

As you and Pablo enjoyed your ice cream, there was an undeniable spark between you, an electric energy that seemed to crackle in the air. With each laugh shared and every lingering glance exchanged, the connection between you deepened, igniting a flame that warmed your hearts.

As you continued to chat, the conversation took a more intimate turn, delving into deeper topics that revealed the layers of your personalities. Each revelation felt like a step closer to understanding each other on a profound level, and with every shared moment, the connection between you deepened, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and emotions. It might be weird but you felt like you've known him your whole life.

As the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, a gentle breeze swept through the park, stirring the leaves of the trees and sending a cascade of golden light dancing across the grass. In that moment of serene tranquility, Pablo's gaze met yours, his eyes soft with an unspoken question.

Without a word, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the electric thrill of anticipation coursing through you, your senses heightened by the proximity of his presence.

With a tender smile, Pablo's hand brushed against yours, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Is it okay if I...?" he began, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours for permission.

Your heart raced in your chest as you nodded, a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks. "Yes," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart.

And then, with a tenderness that took your breath away, Pablo closed the remaining distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a moment filled with all the sweetness and innocence of a first kiss, a gentle exploration of the newfound feelings that bloomed between you.

As you melted into each other's embrace, lost in the magic of the moment, you knew with absolute certainty that this was just the beginning of a love story that would unfold in the most beautiful of ways. And as you lingered in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of newfound affection, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter that had brought you together.

[ilycove]

Cove’s hands traveled across your body, an almost motherly expression on his face. "I feel like your fever's gotten worse."

You turn over in his tight hold, your eyes clashing with the ocean. "Maybe it's because you keep cuddling me."

Cove doesn’t reply. He doesn’t have to, really. A hand of his stays at your waist while one travels up to your chest. He places it on your heart and feels his heartbeat beat at the same time as yours. It’s gentle, but so prominent.

You place your head over his chest. He notices you’re warm, really warm.  He goes to offer some water, or maybe soup, but you tell him you’re fine. 

At that moment, it’s only you and him who exist. Everybody else in your neighborhood doesn’t matter, it’s only your home that has life in it. His fingers draw circles against your skin, and if your fever wasn’t making it hard enough to keep your eyes open, he was definitely elevating that battle. He notices this, just like every other little thing about you, and you can’t stop him from offering this time. “I really don’t mind making you soup.”

“I do.” You lift your head and try to keep your eyes open to meet his again, and almost immediately drop it.

“Oh.” You watch as his eyes follow to the ground, but the corner of his lips tug into a small smile.

You lazily wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him even closer than your bodies would allow. You match his breathing with his, and suddenly everything sucks a lot less. You stay like that for a moment before deciding you needed his voice again. “Do you think we would’ve found each other in another life?”

He doesn’t miss a beat before replying with; “Of course.”

“...Same. I think that if you were an otter, I’d never let go of you so we never drifted apart,” You paused. You met his eyes again, smiling softly. “If you were a prince in a foreign land, and you were forced to marry someone else, I’d help you run away. I’d send you love letters every night and pray you’d read them.”  You closed your eyes and hum, comfortably. You barely even notice that his eyes lingered on your figure. He takes a deep breath, and you feel his voice.

"...I think that, if you were a star, I'd become an astronaut. And I'd study you for years to come."

You hum, closing your eyes once again and letting yourself sink into his presence. "And what if I exploded? Like a supernova?"

"Then I'd take the little pieces of your stardust and compact you back together."

"And if I slip through your fingers?"

He pressed a kiss in between your eyes. You can feel him smile against your skin. "Then I would know that it's for the better. I'd make sure every scientist and astrologer alike knew your name. And you'd still be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he pauses to take a breath, bittersweetly smiling. “I think I’d always miss you in my bones. Grief and growing wouldn’t be enough to forget about you. About us.”

You don’t reply at first. You’re thinking about what to say when his hands come up to your scalp to play with your hair, his fingernails scratch against your scalp and you can’t keep your eyes open anymore. 

Once Cove notices you on the brink of unconsciousness, he laughs and you can feel it vibrate through your bodies. He kisses the crown of your head. He says something, but you didn’t quite hear his voice. You only heard his heartbeat.

“I’ll love you when our hair turns gray. We’ll live in an old cottage, maybe not too far away from here so our kids could still have an experience like ours. Maybe not. I’m not too sure yet,” his fingers curl around some wisps of hair and pull you further into a sleepy trance. “...We could have a cardboard box full of photos throughout our life. I’m sure your moms have some baby pictures of us together. I think our kids would be envious of us.” He seals off his speech with a chuckle.

You don’t know which hand it was, but one of his hands starts holding one of yours. He presses a kiss to your cheekbone and whispers against your ear. “I love you.”

You knew that already. You squeeze his hand three times. You love him too.

[star1ight0]

MHA/BNHA EXAM HEAD CANNONS!

It's the last exam of the year for me and I'm stressing. So here we are. Requests are open be respectful and mindful when making them.

Character listed: Ejiro Kirishima,

Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya,

Ejiro is definitely serious about exams and studies for them a lot but not the point of exhaustion.

He would make sure to help you with anything you didn't understand making sure you are both adequately prepared.

If he noticed you overworking he'd force you to eat and nap with you.

In the event you burn out or anything of the sort he'd take care of you.

If it was more of a motivation thing he'd let you study alongside him offering help where and when he can but also giving you lots of works of encouragement, affirmations, kisses and cuddles

No matter the result he'd be proud of you and celebrate no matter what.

Katsuki would most definitely offer to let you study with him but otherwise he'd tell you when he was planning on doing so, just so you could avoid disturbing him for unimportant reasons.

If you were struggling in any subject he'd take it upon himself to help out, making sure by the end of the session you made at least some type of progress.

If you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion he'll take care of you only after he gave a 30 minute lecture on how overworking is only harming you in the long run.

In the event of burnout and or exhaustion afterwards he'd take care of you, finding small ways to keep your mind off scores or anything of the sort

He'd set a goal for you to reach making sure it was reasonable for you such an I'd you got an __% to reach for at least 10-20% more on the next test

No matter what as long as he knows you tried your best he'd tell you at least once he was proud of you followed by a kiss.

Izuku would study prefusly but knows his limits and would offer to study together mostly so he could be around you

If you'd struggled with anything, he was a nerd and could almost always help.

He likes to hold you a lot so between breaks he'd probably lean on you or cuddle with you.

In the event of overworking yourself he'd probably notice before it got bad warning you it could fall back on you.

If you didn't listen and burnt out anyways he'd comfort you with kisses and such.

No matter the score he would buy you a gift for working hard making sure to give lots of words of affirmation.

Shorter than what I wanted sorry

[momonyu]

deal or no deal

portgas d. ace x reader

making deals with a pirate is a dangerous thing

"we have a contract!" + ace

2.5k words

a/n. i did not intend for this to be so long, but i always forget how easy it is to write for my favourite loveable boy ♡ anyways, this takes place during ace's great blackbeard search cover story hehe

cw. angsty ending and goodbyes (but there's a small epilogue!)

day 1.

this isn't what you signed up for.

chasing down mountain bandits and patrolling streets? sure. chasing down pirates at sea? absolutely.

what you didn't sign up for when you joined the marines was discovering pirates within your own naval base — a peculiar situation that you find yourself in at the moment.

"start talking now." you stare daggers at the tied up pirate in front of you. "what are you doing here?"

he squirms, doing his best to avoid your gaze. "i'm just looking for someone."

"to do what? rob them? assassinate them?"

"no," ace sighs. "i'm just trying to deliver a letter."

your surprise is quickly replaced with skepticism, ingrained into you by your hours of marine training. you lean in to study him, peering into his eyes to gauge whether he's telling the truth or not.

he has really cute freckles.

you blush at the intrusive thoughts, a wonderfully adorable sight that ace will surely tell you about later.

your eyes land on his arm tattoo, far too familiar for your liking. you recall a conversation you once had with vice admiral garp.

"you're one of whitebeard's men!" you gasp. you narrow your eyes at him. "are you trying to smuggle communications to blackbeard?"

his face hardens. "talking is the last thing i'd be doing if i found him."

disappointment floods you. gathering intel is your specialty, but it's been much harder to find information about blackbeard's coup than you'd like to admit. it would've been too easy if this pirate was in kahoots with him...

"look," he says, straightening up. "maybe we can help each other out."

you raise an eyebrow.

"if you help me with my letter, i'll tell you anything you want to know about marshall d. teach."

"including where he is and what's he's planning?"

"okay, maybe not that" — your face falls — "but only because i don't know! if you're looking into him, we can look together?"

you cross your arms.

"that hardly seems like a fair deal to me - you get your letter delivered and you get information about blackbeard? i'm going to need more than just some outdated background info."

"i'll have you know that i'm a commander under the most powerful pirate in the world," he huffs. "but i'll tell you what - after all this is said and done, you can arrest me."

at this, you stop to think about it. it would do very well for your career to bring in one of whitebeard's big shots. on top of that, imagine if you also had intel about blackbeard's whereabouts! surely, you'd get that promotion you've been vying for.

and while you're fantasizing about the rewards for ace's capture, he smiles to himself. having someone on the inside will help him stay undercover and, if he's lucky, he'll get some answers about teach before he goes on his merry way.

for ace has no intention of being caught by any marine — no matter how cute they are.

"alright," you finally say. "you've got yourself a deal."

he grins, and you falter for what will not be the last time at how handsome he is when he smiles.

"nice t' meet ya, partner."

day 5.

"holy cow, look at the amount of food on that guy's plate!"

"i told you the rumours about the new guy were true."

"where does all that food even go?"

"what a freak..."

the gossip of your peers gets drowned out by the screech of a chair being pulled and the loud thud! of a plastic tray barely supporting the mountain of food on top of it.

"man, don't you love dinner time? you guys have it made!"

"what are you doing?" you hiss.

ace can only offer you a look of confusion, too busy stuffing his face with a drumstick in each hand.

"'you guys?' you're supposed to be one of us, remember?" you point at him with your fork. "and for a guy who's trying to stay undercover, you sure are calling a lot of attention to yourself."

"i can't help it," he says — or tries to say. his voice comes out muffled from the food he's shovelling into his face. "i have needs."

for what it's worth, there is something adorable in the way that this uncouth man looks so happy with his cheeks stuffed like a squirrel. you can't help but giggle, and it makes ace smile.

he thinks to himself,

what a cute laugh.

day 8.

ace yawns, stretching his arms before his hands land on the back of his neck.

"is this where taxpayer money goes? to pay two marines to go for a stroll when they could be doing that for free?"

"it's called patrol, and everyone has to do it," you nudge him with your elbow. "especially non-tax paying criminals disguised as law enforcement."

"y'know, being a marine isn't so hard. boring, but easy enough."

"easy, he says! it's only easy because i'm the one busting my ass to try and keep your cover under control."

ace gives you a sideways glance, flashing a lazy grin. "tomato, to-mah-to."

you roll your eyes, but ace knows you well enough by now to distinguish your seriously-pissed eye roll from your endearingly-annoyed eye roll.

he can say with 99% certainty that this one is the latter.

and to make up up for that missing 1%, ace waggles his eyebrows in the way that made you laugh yesterday. to his delight, you giggle again and he swells.

walking down a line of shoppes, your arm brushes past his as you point to his left, "see that parlour over there? they have the best ice cream in the world."

"that's a ballsy proclamation, officer."

"yeah? what makes you say that, officer?"

"you're talking to the ice cream connoiseur on this side of the ocean. i don't know if i can just take your word for it."

"so you're saying i'm lying?"

"no," he grins at you, devious, dazzling and dashing. he nods towards the store. "i'm saying that we should go get some ice cream."

15 minutes later, ace has to agree that this was, in fact, the best ice cream he's ever had. he laughs at your boasting and your "i told you!" and your sermon about the fruit-to-cream ratio, and he wonders if you know that the reason why he's enjoying this ice cream has nothing to do with the flavour and everything to do with you.

day 16.

"ace? what are you-"

"quick! run!" he grabs your hand and practically drags you down the hallway at lightning speed. you nearly trip over your feet as you run behind him.

"hey! stop right there!" booms a voice behind you.

"we gotta hide!"

like any well-trained soldier, it's answers first and questions later. "there's a closet on your right around the corner!"

ace darts around the corner with you in hot pursuit. he thrusts open the closet and quickly pulls you inside.

"who-"

"shh!"

you hear running getting louder, and you decide to question ace later. in this tiny broom closet, you do your best to discern what's happening on the other side. both of you press an ear to the door and listen carefully.

footsteps approaching. footsteps slowing down. footsteps stopping just outside the closet.

you hold your breath.

it feels like an eternity that ace's pursuer stands on the other side and you don't dare to make a single peep. you lock eyes with ace, who stares back at you with an exhilarated smile.

a voice mutters, "i could've sworn-"

"commodore, sir!"

you gape at ace with wild incredulity.

commodore? you mouth with wide eyes.

he winks at you, holding a finger to his lips.

"they're looking for you in the grand boardroom, sir."

a pause.

"alright, at ease. let's go."

the two men walk away, but neither of you dare say anything until a solid minute after the footsteps fade away. and then-

you smack ace across the chest, "what-"

"ow!"

"-did you do?"

"that hurts!"

you shoot daggers at him.

he smiles sheepishly at you, "okay, i deserve that. but look what i found in his office!"

he holds up a sheet of paper with excitement. in the darkness of the closet, you can't make out the words and only look at him with confusion.

"there's a scout ship coming from the green shores. as far as i know, that's where teach was last seen!" he rushes through his words. "and comil's going to be on that ship! we can kill two birds with one stone!"

he looks at you expectantly as you process what he says.

"if vice admiral comil's on that ship then they'll definitely have detailed notes of their observations... there's no way they wouldn't have gathered intel!"

"that's what i'm saying!"

"ace, that's great!" you throw your arms around him. "this is it!"

it's not until ace instinctively wraps his arms around you that you realize two very important things.

one. if vice admiral comil truly is on that ship, that means that your adventure with ace is coming to an end soon.

your heart sinks.

two. you and ace are alone, hugging, in a very, very dark and cramped broom closet — and you don't want to stop.

your heart races.

you look up at ace and he's never looked more earnest. mischievous, startled, impressed, hungry, and even flirty — you've had the privilege to learn what each of these expressions look like on ace's handsome face.

but this — his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that burns as hot as your cheeks — is a first.

you swear that you can feel his heart beat against your chest. he feels warm, even in an open vest, and you realize that he felt just as warm when he was holding your hand.

he brushes hair out of your face and, for a second time in this room, you hold your breath.

do it.

"you're right," he says quietly. "this is it."

and then, as if he heard your prayer, he kisses you.

day 23.

"are you okay? are you hurt?" you look for any sign of harm under all the soot on ace

"relax, it's just fire." he grins, "they do call me 'firefist ace', y'know."

finished with your examination, you reach up to brush away a bit of ash on his cheek. given any other circumstance, that smug smile on his face would make your heart flush.

right now, though, all you can think about are his words, sinking into your skin like lead.

"i know who you are, ace. the problem is," you do your best to erase any emotion from your voice. "so does everyone else now."

ever impulsive, the implication of ace's actions doesn't hit him until now. silence settles between you for a moment, and in the background, the commotion becomes audible. between the ship fire and ace's identity reveal, you've never heard so much chaos happen at once.

"they're looking for you," you say quietly. "they'll find you soon."

you wish you had more time. in the past 3 weeks, you've realized — on more than once occasion — that this is not what you signed up for. this had started out as a purely transactional relationship between a criminal and law enforcement, i.e. the bad guy and the good guy.

but it's been so much more than that.

in all his smiles and stupidity, his companionship, and his kind, kind heart, ace has proven to you over and over again that he's more than just the bad guy that your training manual has made him out to be.

you thumb the seastone cuffs hanging from your waist, completely lost in your thoughts. your stupid agreement looms over you; you know this is your only chance to arrest him.

it's not until he says your name that you remember where you are.

"did you say something?"

ace takes a deep breath, looking far more serious than you've seen.

"the deal's off."

huh?

"but we have a contract," you cling onto the very thing that you were just cursing. "you can't just do that! you got everything you wanted, you- it's not fair-"

he takes your hand, and the small act of affection is enough to quiet your protests.

"will you listen to me for a second?"

his voice is gentle, careful, loving. you manage to nod.

"i think," he intertwines his fingers in yours. "we both knew that my arrest was never going to happen."

you say nothing, waiting.

"i have no intention of getting captured here," he takes your other hand. "and i don't think you want to do it either."

a pang in your chest. he's right, and you know it. deep down, you knew that you were never going to be able to hold up your end of the bargain. the idea of putting an end to his adventures is something that you could never do.

he presses his forehead against yours, and it's so, so warm. it makes your heart ache. you close your eyes, focusing solely on the warmth that blooms from where you and ace are connected — from your foreheads, from your fingertips — as if it might make this any easier.

"hey," ace's voice is barely a whisper. "look at me."

like a good marine, you do as you're told.

you look into his dark eyes, and they look into yours.

"here's what i want you to do," his breath fans your cheeks.

"you're going to tell the captain that i'm going after blackbeard. tell them that you have information on his defection from the whitebeard pirates for the murder of a crewmate, okay?"

you nod again, willing the tears that are building in your chest to stay where they are.

"and thank you," he says. ace's voice breaks, and that's when the dam cracks. tears fall onto your cheeks as he does his best to continue.

"thank you for your help," ace says, knowing that he's running out of time and conviction to leave. "and for giving me everything i wanted."

he tilts your chin up to wipe away your tears, "you are everything."

and he kisses you for what feels like a millisecond and a lifetime all at once. he tastes like unfinished stories and goodbyes come too soon — like the sweetness of ice cream on a summer afternoon, like the warmth of breakfast on an autumn morning, and the richness of hot cocoa on a winter night.

he tastes like what you imagine love to be.

"wait for me," is the last thing he says to you before he leaves.

and like a good marine, you'll do as you're told.

epilogue.

"mail for ya, sarge!"

you take the letter from the young postal worker, thanking her for delivering your letter. you inspect the letter, curiosity growing as you do. there's no return address or sender, just your name and what looks to be a burn mark.

you smile.

ripping open the envelope, you find a photograph of a freckled pirate in his orange hat in front of an ice cream shoppe, eyes smiling in that way that makes him look like a little kid.

there's a sign in the background that reads "best ice cream in the world!" and you laugh. flipping over the photo of ace, you find a short message.

gonna need you to come verify their claims - let's go together next time.

it's a deal.

[kitorin]

journal.

in which, itoshi rin's midnight writing exposes what he's kept concealed from you.

contents. itoshi rin x reader, 2.878 k words, fluff, angst (in the past), itoshi backstory spoilers (mixed with a few headcanons), 1st person rin pov for a bit (journal entry), regular highschool au

a/n. is this my best? no. but is it the best i have for today? yes. happy birthday to rin <3 after assignments are done i'll definitely rewrite this (i gave up on proofreading)

10 / 09 / 2023 : SUNDAY, 12:04 am - 3:21 am

Solitude has never been a foreigner.

In fact, he's quite a familiar individual, an old companion that never seems to leave.

Even before Nii chan left for Spain, solitude was still there for me. During class I wouldn't utter a word to anyone else unless necessary, and contrariwise for said classmates. People still spoke to me; just not to the extent that they'd know what my favourite foods were, or what I liked to watch in my free time, not even bothering with it. I've never been invited to hang out with anyone after school, or been to someone else's house (not that I particularly cared, I was just sure that I was the only one).

But I was okay with it. I didn't want, or need anyone else when Nii chan bought me ice blocks, giving me the bigger piece as we'd watch the sun's warm hues bleed into the sky; the saccharine iciness contrasting how warm is was to be swallowed by sunlight together. Dad took us fishing a lot, he's always been well acquainted with the sea, taking us to locations well populated by bream; my favourite. On our way home we'd harvest kelp (Nii chan likes it in rice, salted) and take photos together on our yacht, admiring how the sun greets the world farewell, sinking into the aquamarine. Mum makes amazing food, I'm constantly astonished at how she manages to memorise every preference, from my love for ochazuke to being able to pour the perfect amount of tea; the rice never becomes too soggy (even I can't pour the exact amount I like). Solitude was close to me, but my family were closer.

There's a lot I could say about them, they've done more than remember what I love and ensuring I was happy; I'm thankful they've delivered the right for me to be comforted, to have a shoulder to cry on, to be able to freely ramble on about whatever fascinated me.

I've always been happy, even if I'm alone outside of the walls I call home. Because whether I laughed my heart out or sobbed to the point I couldn't form a coherent sentence, I'd always come home running to my family. Nothing can beat dinner; where we all relish mum's food, ask each other about our days' and offer solace or advice when necessary.

I miss that. Terribly, to the point my heart aches.

I knew that Nii chan's departure to Europe (Spain, to be exact) would change a lot. I'd have to score without his guidance, walk home alone and buy my own popsicles. Dinner time would have one less soul to laugh with, and home would have one less to embrace.

I just never expected it to be painful change. I never predicted that his return would result in losing us entirely. I didn't think his homecoming would cause my immortal resentment towards the snow, or how my eyes prickle a bit at the mere thought of an ice block. I'd say it was the worst thing that had ever happened to me, separation from him following it on the list of my worst experiences.

Solitude avoided me at home, but wasn't enough.

One time on the way home, I was overhearing the team's conversations (nothing particularly new really) and it was a discussion about the future. It was honestly surprising to find out only some of us intended to become soccer players; Nagi would rather stream or compete in professional gaming, Kurona wants to study marine biology in uni, and Yukimiya wants to give acting a go along with his modelling career. Even Isagi has a plan for if professional soccer isn't an option. He said he wanted to help others achieve their dreams if he fails to do so himself.

I remained silent as always, but had a lot more thoughts racing through my mind. Retreating to my room immediately that night, my first thought was to lie in bed, to neglect the clips I planned to analyse, to ignore muscle training for today and to slack off a bit. That's when I realized how sad the life I was living. I was sad because I was reminded of my reality.

I'm a mere myriad of distinguished achievements, though a hideous attempt of replicating genius Itoshi Sae. I'm a collection of formidable accomplishments, basking in the spotlight of glory and honour. The trophies and awards adorning my room prove it, standing tall with pride and flaunting my hard work.

That didn't mean anything. I had remained in a constant cycle of training, eating, and sleeping. My teammates were just as ambitious yet still worked hard on other things; Yukimiya enjoys modelling and Reo has a passion for economics, That must've been where I was lacking.

That's how I ended up writing again. It was an attempt to break out of this cyclical torture of constant training and sports.

I don't know how I remembered it, but I found my notebook from primary, all the stories messily scrawled yet legible. Scarlet adorned narratives birthed from child-like imagination, eulogising the prose, even though I almost flinched out of embarrassment.

Flipping through the pages, I had found the paragraph my teacher left me, insisting that I keep writing. Obviously, I never did. After getting into soccer I ignored everything school related, and would've found words on a page foolish anyways.

Many years later, I finally followed that advice.

The end result wasn't pretty. I paused a lot, struggled a lot, and almost gave up, a lot. It may have been hideous, but it was mine. A piece birthed from curiosity and memories from the past turned into another attempt. Another attempt morphed into extensive reading, I wanted to observe what was considered worthwhile or meaningless.

Writing rewove the early nights into late night reading, fully immersed in the author's thoughts translated into prose. Reading was the push to giving academics a go. Academics pulled me out of the endless cycle of soccer, there was more to life than training and diet regulation.

Books I can read. Words I can write. Exams I can study for and sports I can practice. Weights I can lift and competitions I can train for.

But to be loved, is so difficult.

It's not like an exam that you can study for and simply memorise the answers to. Or a match that has the security of a referee and reinforced rules. It's not something that can be guaranteed with a mentor.

People treat Isagi to his favourite whenever he has a bad day (he likes kintsuba). People advocate their favourite novels to Yukimiya and Chigiri, even going as far as memorising their preferences to curate their recommendations flawlessly. It must be nice, for someone to invest that sort of effort in you, even if it's simply remembering a hobby.

As my peers savoured the allure of love, estrangement and desolation constantly haunted me; a pest habituating the sleepless nights where I try to escape with a cup of coffee that's long gone cold.

It's lukewarm, praying for another's attention, care and love, to be hungry for one's time. I pathetically plead whoever manipulating my fate to provide me some sort of human connection. I shouldn't be so hopeful of others, yet I find myself dying of curiosity; what would it be like for someone to remember my birthday? Or tell me about the horror movie they adored?

I despise solitude's clinginess. But I hate how it makes me sob endlessly when no one watches.

I have myself. I have my thoughts which I've transcribed to oeuvre. I have the pile of books resting on my bedside table which sleep alongside with me. I have the trophies and awards I've won, I'll always appreciate my own talent and diligence, even if playing soccer brought me so much pain.

I think I'm somewhat pretty. I find my prominent eyelashes special to me, it's something unique to both me and Nii chan. My physique isn't too bad, either. I like the way my legs look, and my shoulders as I dry my hair.

I've always been proud of myself. I've always been enough and I always will be. Just not for others.

That's why I never expected my bond with solitude to be severed so easily. Especially because of y/n out of all people.

I still don't get how it happened. The oblivion to their presence became a peculiar first impression. An odd first meeting turned into abrupt yet regular greetings amidst hallways. Soon, I was sitting with them in every class, passing notes during tedious lessons and discussing our favourite media on the bus ride home.

Before I knew it, passionate rambles about books turned into watching movies together in my room. Whenever they greeted me their friendly wave was replaced with a tight hug, passing notes in class were accompanied with subtle kisses on the cheek.

Our relationship as friends was reimagined to lovers.

Something must've possessed me to blurt out the stupid crush I had on them, and I thank whatever drove me to do that. As awkward as I was it doesn't compare to the skip of my heartbeat when they accepted my feelings.

It's been almost a year since I met them, yet I still feel hot whenever they hold my hand, and flush red at every compliment they whisper. I still find myself stuttering sometimes whenever they're showing me a new outfit they've styled.

I love the way they smile, the creases of joy that adorn the outer corner of their eyes, and how they squint with glee and the sweet, melodious laughter that accompanies it; how breathless they sound whilst laughing. The expression they wear when deep in thought fascinates me, even if it's midway through an exam or them simply observing a video Bachira sent them. I adore their late night thoughts they text me at 3 am, the fatigue itching my eyes seem to evaporate when I notice their name on the notification. I treasure the notes we've scrawled on spare sheets of paper, they're still in between the pages of my books.

Even now, they're sleeping soundly in my bed, arms wrapped around the plush I bought them; I keep getting distracted by the sight of them so relaxed, chest rising up and down with each breath.

I would die for them. Because now I don't need to pretend to be invested on my phone to look less lonely. Now, I don't need to put my bag on the seat next to me to make it look like I sit alone by choice. I don't have to persuade the teacher to let me do group projects alone, or have to observe others with jealousy. Someone defends me from disparaging comments.

Because now, I'm not alone.

7:15 am

THE ENTRY COMES TO AN END, AND EMBARASSMENT DUSTS Rin's face a faint tint of pink. His eyes avoid contact with yours— as he waits for your input his latest piece.

"Well? What do you think?"

You're not sure where to start. You've always known about his strained relationship with his older brother, and how his friendship with his teammates wasn't the same in the beginning. But he never explained it in detail; you wouldn't've guessed that he had some sort of chionophobia, or even cried because he felt so secluded from others. The thought of him concealing his tears and pain from the rest of the world made your eyes prickle and sends your heart racing miserably.

"Doesn't matter—" He reaches for the notebook, closing it and tossing it onto his desk. "Forget it, you didn't see anything." He plops backwards again, head hitting the pillow and groaning as he covers his face with his forearm. "It was shit anyways, I'll rip it out and toss it later."

"It wasn't."

Rin stays silent.

You lie down, mimicking his current position and cup his cheeks with your hand. "You'll never be alone again—, I promise you that." Your voice falters ever so slightly, the thought of his pain makes you feel weak in the knees and sick to the stomach. "You're more than enough, you always have and always will be. You don't need anyone's validation to be beautiful, you never did."

Rin sighs, "I'm only like that because of you." Yet something seems to throb in his heart, the small but overpowering part of him that insists he requires another's approval to be important— someone finally proving that wrong.

"That's not true."

"Yes it is, our classmates still loathe me, so do people who barely see or speak to me." There was no lie in that; but it wasn't Rin's fault. "Yoichi and the others only spend time with me because of you."

"I was only the push for them to speak to you, you know they've always cared, they were just too nervous to speak to you. As competitive as he gets, Yoichi really admires you, to the point he gets so heated and ends up rambling about your skills." That's a secret that was supposed to remain in your private messages, but Yoichi doesn't need to know.

Satisfaction momentarily appears on Rin's face at the thought of his rival's great respect, though it doesn't last very long.

"He's my teammate so it's expected... everyone I speak to at school seems to have something against me, even our English teacher." The mistreatment at school is undeniable, it's not exactly bullying but there's no respect or human decency in how people behave towards him.

"Rin, love, you've done nothing wrong, hate isn't always rational. There will always be people who can't stand seeing others more successful, and that's not your fault."

"Really?" His eyes light up; despite having a sophisticated and cold demeanour all the time, he looks like a child again, hope dances in his wide eyes.

"Really." Your fingers take advantage of the opportunity and pinch his cheeks gently. "Don't listen to all those stupid rumours and assumptions, idiot. I'd fight anyone who tries to hurt you and win every time."

When your fingers let go he immediately kisses you, and it leaves you breathless; the way he pulls you in flexes his well toned biceps and his hand supports your head.

"Thank you." Rin whispers, pulling away a bit. "Thank you for appreciating me. Thank you for everything." It's a rare occurrence for him to sound so frail, same goes for the tremble of his bottom lip.

"Of course, I love you more than anything."

"I love you too." It's escorted by a peck on your nose, and a soft expression sculpted on his face.

Before Rin can throw a blanket over the two of you again, you interrupt.

"You shouldn't throw that entry away." You still haven't forgotten his initial intention with it. "I don't get why you think it's shit."

"It's rushed. And it's just me waffling on about my feelings and the past. There's no proofreading, and it's rushed. It's not even complete either."

"That's the whole point of writing, no? It's the expression of our words and thoughts." You reach towards his desk to pick up the notebook. "Not everything has to be written in one sitting, too."

Rin doesn't bother stopping you from looking through the notebook at this point. "It's still stupid. It's just that I had the urge and motivation to write in the dead of night."

"Well. I like it."

Rin's stoic expression crumbles, revealing the bashful side he keeps concealed from the world. "Then that's good enough for me." The red on his cheeks tell you that you've won the argument.

You turn back to the entry page, impressed with his barely legible yet pretty handwriting. "You should've slept instead."

"I don't get tired anyways." He's quickly betrayed by the yawn clawing out of his throat.

"Liar. Why would you stay up writing so late... your sleep is important you know?"

"Because you are love itself. I won't get a wink of sleep if it means I can think and write about you instead." Rin's pulls you in again, tossing his notebook elsewhere as he leans in. "I promise I'll finish that entry, no— I'll write a book about you one day."

"Writing this, writing that, sleep first dumbass." A smile tugs at your lips as you pull Rin back into the position you were cuddling in a few hours ago. Even though you were the one who slept a lot more, fatigue itched your eyes, and a yawn spilled out too.

In response, Rin tosses a blanket over the two of you, whispering good night as you begin to nod off a bit. He should rest too, he has training tomorrow and has to go to the gym as well.

The Itoshi Rin from before would've slept immediately. In fact, he wouldn't've stayed up in the first place, let alone date someone. But the Itoshi Rin now instead stares at you, admiring each and every feature of yours. You're his savior, the luminescent moon irradiating his world, guiding him away from the grasps of solitude and embracing him with love instead.

Tagging: @yuzurins (yumi you inspired this fic btw lol)

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[igglemouse]

So yeah, I guess this week is off to an interesting start huh? It's only Monday and so much has already happened. Hard to imagine that the rest of this week can top what happened this weekend, you know, with me meeting Mr. Fate himself.

I could definitely go for more meetings with him...yeah, that would work...

I guess we should talk about what happened last night huh? Kind of hard to ignore so here is the summary: Niklas and I are getting really, really, REALLY close. Super duper close. At least that's what I'm hoping.

I have no idea where this might lead but it is on the right track. I'm happy I gave him the keys to the place, that might be rash for sure but after last night I think it was a really good decision. Let me show you why...

He's already over here cleaning my kitchen. I repeat, he's cleaning my kitchen! I didn't ask him to, I didn't even expect him to stick around again, and just look at him? Really going above and beyond huh? This just might be the start of something beautiful.

Kind of odd though because I am sure he said he knew a trick for cleaning yet there he is scrubbing away. You know what? I prefer the scrubbing. He looks amazing doing things I don't feel like doing at all.

Like I've said, I'm not sure where this whole thing with Niklas will go so I'll just take it a day at a time and see what comes of it. No rush.

In other Gracelyn news, I'm getting better at making Jewelry! This is nothing amazing, nothing special, but it looks like something that I might be able to sell. Don't get too excited, it's just a plain bronze bracelet but I'd wear it and I made it with my own two hands so that's cool!

After crafting my bracelet I definitely deserved to just sit back and soak. A lady always deserves a bit of self-care, no matter what! It's not luxury, it's necessity!

After getting all clean I settle down and relax a bit and thankfully Niklas is back over. I'm not sure what his schedule is but I imagine it might be quite hectic with the doctor aspiration AND practicing magic although I guess he doesn't care too much about the latter? Either way, I'm happy when he's around and that is all that matters.

Since he is here though I can't help but ask him a question that has been at the back of my mind; "So, how long does it take to learn something like that? Like say I wanted to clean the toilet with a a flick of my wrist?"

He thinks about it for a moment. "I don't know, I guess it doesn't work that way? A spell like that might look easy but the magician performing it is usually exerting a lot of energy."

"But is it hard to do? If I wanted to learn it, how long would it take?" I ask again because he didn't answer, not really, and besides that at least would be useful? Would the realm really be upset if I used magic to keep my house clean?

He pauses again and thinks about the answer he's ready to give. "I guess it usually wouldn't take too long. A few days? A week at most? You just need the right teacher-" and he stops himself there as if he had been interrupted. He knows this might be a sore sport for me because I'm not allowed a teacher. I know what you're thinking, HE could teach me, but it would risk him getting in trouble with the Realm and so I wouldn't ask that of him.

The silence lingers between us for a moment and for me a frustration that has been lingering within threatens to explode. What calms me is the fact that there is apparently an option to learn magic, the option Valerie wants us to explore...

"I guess I should get going. Practicing medicine is a lot harder than practicing magic, trust me on that!" Niklas offers what is a comforting smile and stands to leave. He wasn't here long, not long enough, and while I'm sure he has to study or do whatever I can't help but feel the conversation of magic is pushing him out.

"O-okay, no magic! Not if you don't want to," I hope I don't sound too desperate but...I like having him around? Can you blame me? People have avoided me for all of my life so when I find someone who isn't I can't help but get a little clingy and sticky.

"Don't worry Grace! I just want to be careful, that's all," he reassures me and before I can respond he pulls me into a hug and I happily sink into his arms and enjoy the comfort of his embrace. I wish he could stay a little longer. "I'll be around," he promises and pulls away. "Be careful, okay?"

I nod, still wishing I could keep him over a little longer, but I guess there is always tomorrow.

Being careful? Yeah...no, not my style, in fact I'm going to do the opposite for tonight. I did tell Triple V I wanted to come see what this Matlock Society is all about and so that's how I plan on spending the rest of my night.

I should have been worried when the location led me to the middle of nowhere and to what looked to be an abandoned ruin. There was something in the air, a heaviness, a strange taste, and it warned me to change my plans but as always curiosity pushed me forward once again.

It's Triple V, I told myself, a lifelong friend. I've had her back and she's had mines so why would I turn back now? If there is trouble that's all the more reason to make sure she's not in the middle of it.

But as I get closer I'm not sure what I see.

From a distance there is a robed figure standing silently over three women. One is Triple V, I can of course tell from the hair. The other two? Can't say, I have no idea who they are but they are all in costume. A purple toga like robe that umm, well, leaves them partly naked.

They are mumbling something in unison, a chant, and I hesitate to take another step because it is unsettling.

The incantation, spoken in what I knew to be an ancient tongue, sent shivers down my spine. No, not in that cliche way of fear, quite the opposite, they were good shivers. Pleasurable shivers. Odd. A moment ago I was scared to come closer but now I wanted to. I suppose the more it reached my ears the more it drew me forward. The more it asked me to submit. To what, I can't say...

This, this is magic. It's not overrated. It's not dull. It's real and powerful and...dangerous.

Despite the temptation I kept my distance although I'm not sure how. Maybe instinct, maybe it's one of those protection wards my mother had placed on me? Whatever the case, I stayed back and watched as magic unfolded before me.

The robed figure's voice goes up a few notches and takes a more commanding tone. Each word she speaks is sharp and spoken with purpose and the three women, including Vee, repeated and started to lift some kind of orb into the air. It hovered between them, a ball of pure crackling energy, its raw power clear as I imagined the damage it could do despite its small size.

Something told me there was something wrong with it though, the energy wobbled and waned and blinked?

"HOLD IT!" the robed woman demand slices through the air but I could tell it was taking a lot for each of the women to hold it. The pale one with the purple hair, the seer, was holding her own but the others were struggling.

Then it disappears. No, not with a pop or fizzle or even a fade. It was simply there one moment and gone the next. As if it never existed at all.

The three women, including my friend, collapses to the ground in pure exhaustion. The robed figure stood over them disappointed, then looked right at me...

"Miss Matlock," she said with a gleam in her eye and was it reverence? Yes, she respects me, I'm not quite sure why but... "I didn't believe you would come and yet here you are. It is a pleasure to meet the heir herself."

"Yeaah ummm," how do I respond to that? "What was that? That ball? It was there one moment and then-"

"That," she interrupts with a cool and measured tone. "Was energy from another plane of existence. It would take some time to explain but I would not do so for a...non-member."

"A non-member?" I repeat, my mind catching up to what this whole thing might actually be about. It's a club of sorts, right? Some secret magical club that requires your loyalty? Perhaps a better word for it would be a cult.

"Yes," the robed woman replies. "We are the Matlock Society and we exist to uphold and preserve the forgotten magics your family has matered. Your mother, the blood witch, and your father, the bender. Magics that can do a great amount of good if-"

"Okay, one moment," let's stop her before she gets too far ahead of herself. I'm not quite ready for a deep dive on all of this stuff. "I'm going to let you finish but, who are you?"

"I am Alana Thayer, priestess of the Matlock Society," she began in that steady tone of hers and somehow with a weight that told me this was serious business to her. The night itself seemed to speak with her as if it had become her partner. It shielded just enough of her face that I could barely make out her features. "I have been trusted with the duty of guiding those who dare to dip their toes into more, lets say, turbulent waters."

"Well Alana, can I ask something?"

"Yes, of course," her head tilts, her dark eyes meeting my questioning ones, her voice taking on a softer and more welcoming tone as a slight breeze makes her robes rustle ever so slightly. "You'll find that here no question is too small, no question too bold. Speak freely and know that curiosity is awarded, it is but the first step towards-"

"What are they doing?" I blurt out, probably a little sharper than intending. The air seemed thicker now and it was adding to a growing uneasiness I was having about all of this. None of this feels...good. I don't mean in a comforting way, I mean in a way of good and evil, right and wrong.

Alana on the other hand doesn't seem bothered by my botheredness, in fact her face lights up at my question and she turns back to the source of my query. "Ah!" she exclaims, looking back at the trio of women behind us. Only moonlight exposes them and now they are without any kind of clothes. Their palms are flat against each other as they make a circle and begin to chant. What they chant I cannot possibly know.

"They've expanded a great deal of energy," Alana explains as if she were a proud mother. "Now they rely on another to replenish it. It's a form of bonding, my dear, a bond of spirit and strength. We trust each other with our very lives."

I look past her and to that circle of women that includes my lifelong friend Triple V. There was something tempting about it I must admit. The way their voices blend, the way they seem almost stuck together and all dedicated to one singular goal. There is something raw about it, something human about it and yet...

"Sisters, huh?"

"Yes, we are sisterhood. We hold a very special position among the society. It'll all be explained to you in due time, Miss Matlock. You'll find that-"

"Wait," I can't help but interrupt again and maybe its out of necessity? Perhaps I'm just not ready for any of this? "Do you guys usually train out in the open like this? What about the veil? If someone comes out and sees you all doing this that is, wouldn't the the Realm come down hard upon you?"

"The Realm is...not our concern," she says with an odd tilt to her head and a lilt in her voice. "They have their rules and we have ours. Theirs is but one belief, Miss Matlock. It is different, but I'd argue not better."

"Yeah, this does look like a lot of rule breaking," I say through the chanting. I imagine if the the realm knew about this they would do all they can stop it. Either that or they do know about it and can't stop it.

"Oh," Alana steps in. "We do follow rules, Miss Matlock, it's just that ours comes from a higher place. Theirs are rules of men, ours are rules of Gods. Tell me, which would you follow? A simple man or the Watcher? Infinity belongs to us and within us it resides. Your father understood that."

The scoff could be heard in my voice and seen on my face. "My father was a mad man, he believed in alternate universes and timelines and tried to merge them and control them and-"

Alana laughs with a knowing smile on her lips. "No, your father didn't believe it, Miss Matlock. Your father KNEW it to be true. Why do you think the Realm hunted him down and killed him?"

"Because..." I start, but do I know for sure? I don't know. That's the truth. There are two sides to every story and no matter what I've been told I do know that my parents loved me. That counts for something, doesn't it? So instead of answering I change the subject. "And my mother-"

"Came from one of those realms," Alana smoothly cuts in like a lawyer ready for the question. "A parallel universe, one where power is freely accessed and used. Your mother was a blood witch, nasty business to be sure, especially considering her rare 'half-vampire' state, but it was with her power and ability that Spellcasters have cast down the great vampire. Vlad, gone. Mr. Chevalier, gone. The Vatore's? Missing. All thanks to your mother's knowledge of blood magic, although, I must say, she was always a friend to those leeches, Mr. Chevalier especially-"

"Well..." I almost revealed that Mr. Chevalier might not actually be dead at all. I'm not sure why but I imagine this would put my vampire associate in some trouble? I'm starting to wonder if they are as bad as others tell me. I'm starting to question many things. "W-what is all this for?"

"This?" she says, a wicked smile on her lips as the chanting from my friend and two strangers continue. "This is all for you, Miss Matlock. For you and Valerie Van Vilet, whose parents were great friends of your own. For you and Kyla Britt," she says motioning to the woman with short brown hair. "Who was some random girl with potential who was not allowed into the realm because of their silly rules. For you and M. Nobusawa," again she motions, but this time to the noted ivory skin and pink hair that was the curse of her magic. "Who went through the trails of the seer, lost her name and identity, only to be kicked out of the realm as well. This is for all of us who are misunderstood."

"And where do I fit in?" I stare at her, my head swirling with mixed emotions and thoughts. "Why is this for me? I'm useless, I have no power. I can barely make sparkles."

Alana laughed at my words and before I could reply the chanting grew louder. Incessant and forceful, demanding to be heard but not by me, no, some other force motivated this intensity. Alana turned her eyes to mines, commanding my attention. "You, Miss Matlock, are far more powerful than you realize..."

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[that1fangirrl]

okay i wrote a little sumn sumn with no editing, just thoughts... it's not finished but I figured I'd put something out...if you want me to write some more for this and fix it up, lemme know cause i love writing for college!matty 😩Inbox always opened, so feel free. also it's pretty smutty so umm minors get out.

LAST WARNING... IM DEADASS!!!

“11:26 am”, you had been studying for almost two hours now. Foggy and your friend, Lizzie were off in their own world, abandoning any thoughts of you or Matt. The two of them spent every study session, giggling and flirting. Sure, you weren’t a law student and didn’t have to tag along, but Lizzie always invited you. Something about “being with people your age makes you more social”. But really she just wanted an excuse to be around Foggy even more. It wasn’t completely terrible. You weren’t completely alone. Foggy’s roommate, Matt, was always there. A slight grimace on his face like he could see what was happening from across the room, then somehow shaking it off and turning back to his books. You, being the top of your classes left you with not much to study. 

Today was no different. Matt was reading his notes in disgust and the lovebirds were already packing up their bags to go back to Lizzie’s. The two of them stood up, rushing out a quick “we’re just gonna go pick up some food. See you guys in a bit” and running out the room. Foggy wasn’t even trying to hide the boner in pants at this point. You looked down at your watch then at Matt. His shades met your gaze. “How many days do you think it’ll take for them to realize we know they’re fucking?” You giggled a little, fixing your glasses. “Who knows? I told Liz, I didn’t care. But she insists they haven’t done anything yet.” Your eyes roll. You stand up closing your book, walking over to Matt’s bed. He does the same, sitting up and pushing his notes over. His arms stretch out as you reach him and straddle his lap. Your lips connect with soft moans following behind. 

“Enough about them. What about us? Two months and they’ve hardly noticed we’ve been fucking.” You sigh into Matt’s mouth. A soft questioning look on your face. “We are? Man, I just thought we were studying anatomy.” His hands reach up to your blouse, unopening the three buttons at the top. His hands squeeze down on your breasts, face settling nose first in the valley of them. He takes a deep breath, before looking back up with a dopey smile. “Well then, I must be amazing at anatomy. My favorite body part is this one.” His hands reach down towards your ass. A loud sigh leaves your lips. “I guess that would make this one… mine.” You reach into his sweats and palm his cock. “Mmmhh. It’s definitely yours Angel.”

The two of you hadn’t done nearly as much as the previously mentioned couple. Mostly, just grinding, making out and the occasional giving and receiving of head. The first time it happened shocked you both. Matt had been late for one of the study sessions. You were the only one there, not wanting to ruin your groove after Foggy and Liz left. Matt looked like he ran a marathon. Sweat dripping all over ,chest still heaving, sweats hugging the right places and hair all over the place. Apparently, after failing one of his tests, he went out to the gym to “punch out his feelings”. You tried your best to stay focused on helping him, but he looked so fucking hot. Unbeknownst to you, Matt was catching onto the shift in you. He had never smelled something so sweet. When you went in for a comforting hug, he let slip that he was still a bit pent up. So being the good friend you were, you slid down to your knees and offered to help him “relax”. 

Ever since then, you guys continued to relax together. Matt was a huge tease. Especially during the last few study sessions. Just last week, your covers were almost blown. Foggy had come back and found you and Matt cuddled up next to each other on Matt’s bed. If he weren’t so oblivious, he probably would’ve noticed how your legs were wide open and splayed on Matt’s lap with his hand moving at the slowest pace on the planet. You thought he had finally figured it out, when your head fell forward and you let out a small squeal. Matt, being quick on his toes, said he had accidentally grazed a spot where you were known to be quick ticklish. After Foggy finished whatever it was he was up to, Matt went right back to finger fucking you under the covers. Let’s just say the laundry attendant was pretty confused seeing Matt again for the second time in two days. 

Back to now, you both were breathing in each other. Hands everywhere. Rediscovering places you had been before. You both were so caught up with each other, that you hadn’t even heard the door opening. A loud gasp sounded from the doorframe. Following it was an even louder, “WHAT. THE. FUCK?!” Your head whipped around hard enough to give whiplash. Both Lizzie and Foggy were standing shocked with pizza and drinks in hand. The four of you continued to stare before Lizzie squealed out, “I. Knew it!! I knew they were fucking Foggy. 25 bucks, right now.” You blinked at her, “you bet on us? How’d you know?” “We share a wall. I could hear buzzing and a particular name being mentioned more than a few times.” You blushed, tucking away into Matt’s arms as he chuckled. “Don’t laugh. I’m sure Foggy hears you sometimes…right Fog?” Foggy and Matt laughed loudly. “Puh-lease. I snore so loud, a bomb could go off and I’d still be asleep.”

Sooooo. Should I write some more for this or noooo???

[ezekielbhandarivalleros]

A Surprise at the Café

Paring: Benoftheweek (Youtuber) x Reader (Mainly Female)

Summary: One special day at your favourite coffee shop fate brings you closer to someone you couldn't imagine meeting

This story is a response to the post made 3 years ago - Here's the link to that post

After a grueling day of college classes, I sought solace in the familiar routine of grabbing a warm drink from the nearby coffee shop. As I waited for my latte, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my subscriptions, eager to unwind with a Benoftheweek video.

The latest upload caught my eye, and I eagerly tapped on it. Ben's videos always brought me a sense of comfort, like catching up with an old friend. Lost in his latest adventure, I barely noticed the bustling crowd around me until I collided with someone while reaching for my drink.

Startled, I looked up to apologize, only to find myself face to face with none other than Ben himself. My heart raced with disbelief as I realized who he was. I'd been a fan of his videos for years, and now here he was, standing right in front of me.

Ben's kind eyes softened as he noticed the coffee stains on my jeans and sweater. Without hesitation, he offered me his hockey hoodie to cover up the mess. As I slipped into the oversized hoodie, a wave of joy and warmth washed over me. It was like wearing a piece of his world.

Feeling giddy with excitement, I asked Ben for a selfie to capture the unexpected moment. He chuckled warmly and obliged, his arm wrapping around me in a friendly embrace.

Ben insisted on buying me another coffee and a muffin to make up for the mishap, even though I knew it was my fault. We found a cozy spot to sit and chat, the conversation flowing effortlessly between us.

Curious about the hoodie, I asked Ben about his interest in hockey. Surprisingly, he admitted that he wasn't much into the sport but collected jerseys because he liked the way they looked.

Ben's eyes fell on my bag, noticing the array of books and a laptop peeking out from within. "So, what major are you taking?" he asked, genuine curiosity shining in his eyes.

"I'm studying Journalism," I replied with a smile, feeling a spark of pride at sharing my chosen field of study. "It's actually my first year here."

"Ah, journalism! That's awesome," Ben exclaimed, nodding appreciatively. "Gotta love the power of words. You'll do great, I'm sure."

I thanked him, feeling a rush of encouragement from his words.

Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Ben leaned in closer and quipped, "Well, at least the coffee didn't decide to make your books and laptop its next victims. That would've been a real headline: 'Coffee Spill Disaster Strikes New Journalism Student!'"

We both chuckled at his joke, the tension from the accidental collision melting away into shared laughter. It was moments like these that made unexpected encounters truly memorable.

As we continued talking, I glanced out the coffee shop window that had the reflection the clock and realized how quickly time had flown. I needed to get back to my apartment soon.

Sensing my dilemma, Ben offered to drive me home. Grateful for the gesture, I accepted, and we chatted animatedly during the short drive.

During the drive, I couldn't help but notice the pom-poms dangling from the car's ceiling. I remembered the video where Ben decorated them, feeling like I was right there with him during that moment.

"Those pom-poms are adorable," I remarked, unable to contain my smile as I touched one lightly.

Ben laughed, a warm sound that filled the car. "Thanks! I thought they added a fun touch to the car."

"They definitely do," I replied, feeling a rush of gratitude for the shared connection, however small.

As we pulled up to my building I gathered my belongings, preparing to step out of the car, Ben turned to me with a hesitant expression. "Hey, before you go, I was wondering if… would you be interested in going out for dinner sometime? I had a really great time talking to you, and I'd love to get to know you better."

My heart skipped a beat at his unexpected invitation. "I would love to," I replied, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through me. "Here, let me give you my number."

We exchanged phones, inputting our contact information, before reluctantly parting ways. Before I closed the door, Ben reached into the backseat and handed me one of his favorite caps as a parting gift.

"Consider it a token of our unexpected meeting," he said with a charming grin.

I thanked him profusely, feeling incredibly grateful for the unexpected gesture.

As I watched him drive off into the night, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. One of my biggest dreams had just come true, all thanks to a chance encounter at a coffee shop. As I settled in for the night, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the future date with Ben and the endless possibilities it held.

[guava-enjoyer]

Inazuma School AU Headcanons!

Featuring: Itto and Ayato (separately)

Summary: What are Inazuman characters like in school...as your lover!

Genre: fluff, crack

Warnings: implied fem!reader, inconsistent captalization, probably ooc because I haven't played in so long 😭, bad music taste

A/N: HELP this is my first time actually writing (finishing) a fanfic!!! If you happen to be reading this for whatever reason, just know that I take requests! I write for genshin and bsd right now. no smut!!! only fluff!!!

Arataki Itto

where do i even start 😭

all the teachers HATE him because he never shuts up 💀

we all know that he is just naturally a menace (he's actually sweet i swear)

Itto is definitely playing a sport because he's so competitive. he's SUPER tall, so I'd say he's great at basketball. idk let your imagination run wild 😍

he'd blow a kiss to you every time he scores. its embarrassing, but you love him so it's okay.

i have two words: touchy-feely

he LOVES having an arm over your shoulder.

gives you questionable pet names

"hi my little sugar munchkin pookie bear 😘"

...ANYWAYS, he would definitely beetle fight you and gets salty after you obliterate him

"IMPOSSIBLE" *table flip*

okay enough silly i need to focus

he would listen to chill rock music. he'll give you an earbud and just chill with you, especially after his basketball practice or games

he would be failing all of his classes if it wasn't for you forcing him to study. he also needs decent grades to stay on the sports team so

"so, if you just subtract x here- are you even listening?????"

"huh?" *smack* "OW"

0/10 worst student

if you hang out with the Arataki Gang, even better! when you all eat lunch together, it can be chill

OR it can be pure chaos

"GIVE ME BACK MY POTATO CHIPS"

"NUH-UH"

y'all would definitely make fun of people. i can just imagine Itto ranting about how "Kujou KFC Sara" was being a bastard

"that stupid chicken thinks she's stronger than me!" (she is)

ok so far i've portrayed him as a menace but deep down he's a kind lil' muffin

he always makes sure you're not upset with his jokes, he would even offer you some of his lunch if you look sad!

he would go to energetic atmospheres for dates. to be honest, any atmosphere is energetic the moment he walks in.

ok but he would absolutely LOVE going to theme parks with you. he'd go on roller coasters with you and scream through the whole thing

if you don't like roller coasters, that's okay! he's still drag you around to do literally everything else in the theme park.

overall 7/10 chaotic but loveable

Kamisato Ayato

(i have no idea what song suits him 😭)

he's like the rich and talented kid

he shows up to school in this really fancy car with a chauffeur and shit

straight A student, gifted, yk the whole package

Let's assume that he is the President of student government or council or whatever because... its Ayato what do you expect

teachers absolutely ADORE him

he'd definitely tutor you if you needed it but don't expect him to be a ray of sunshine

he loves you, but that only makes him even more insufferable 🥰

but like actually, he'd be so sweet. he's the kind of guy to bask in the little things.

i bet his love language is quality time. just being around you makes him melt internally

expect quiet dates. studying, libraries, cafes, etc. he LOVES THEM

he probably isn't big on PDA but still loves holding your hand. when you're alone, he loves having an arm around you. he just finds so much comfort in you <33

He also shows his love through nonstop teasing. It's a blessing and a curse.

"oh, aren't you cute today~"

right after you tripped and spilled coffee (or whatever else) all over yourself 😐

at least he gets you out of trouble 🤷‍♀️

he would also buy you expensive stuff. he's rich, remember?

like randomly he'll just walk up to you with designer jewelry or something

"...how much did this cost?"

"don't worry about it 😇"

and don't even try turning it down. he will find a way.

aside from all that, he definitely eats lunch in the library with you and/or Thoma and Ayaka

he'll force you to try his terrible food combinations 😭

"c'mon, just one bite. please?"

"...are you trying to poison me?"

he's not much of a sport person. with his upbringing, he might play an instrument. pianist Ayato anyone?? 😍

you'd just find him in the music room playing Chopin (I think he'd love Nocturne in E flat, its SO ROMANTIC. go listen to it, trust me)

compliment his music skills, it'll put him in a good mood for the day.

I give him an 8.5/10. A gentlemanly smartass.

thanks for reading!! feedback is welcome!

have a good day :D

[erikahenningsen]

5 cadina!

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Out of everything that happens during his junior year, what Damian expected the least was becoming friends with Regina George.

A few weeks after spring fling, their English teacher told them to pair up for a project. Damian was feeling generous that day, so when it became clear that nobody wanted to work with Regina, he graciously volunteered.

What he learned—aside from the fact that The Old Man and the Sea is boring as hell—is that Regina is smart, and funny, and a much better companion at the mall than Janis.

And somewhere around the time Damian offered to reorganize Regina's closet in exchange for Regina writing their paper for them—she actually liked the book—they became friends.

They're seated on a bench outside after school, Regina helping Damian decide which Telfar bag he should ask for for his birthday, when Damian spots Cady and Aaron exit the building, hand in hand.

"Oh, there's Cady and Aaron," Damian says, about to raise his hand to wave.

Regina pulls his arm down. "Ugh. If I have to hear about how Aaron beat some new track record or helped his mom plant flowers right now I'll puke." She says plant flowers how Mr. Duvall says marijuana at their anti-drug assemblies—a little disgusted, a little bit in disbelief that anyone would do that.

"I thought you were over him," Damian says.

"Of course I'm over him," Regina says, waving a hand dismissively. "He's so boring, and he somehow always needs a haircut, even right after he gets one. I don't know what Cady sees in him."

Damian studies Regina more closely. She seems to be going for nonchalant, but there's an edge to her voice, and her eyes are a little sad, and then Damian realizes she's not looking at Aaron.

She's looking at Cady.

"Oh my god," Damian says, so many things clicking into place in his brain. Regina stopping Cady in the cafeteria on her first day and telling her she was pretty. Regina randomly going after Aaron as soon as she learned Cady liked him. Regina telling Cady she liked her in the bathroom at spring fling. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

"Of Cady? Please," Regina scoffs.

"No, Regina," Damian says. "Of Aaron."

For a moment Regina looks confused. Her eyes widen comically, then start darting around the courtyard.

"What? No. That's crazy. Why would you think that? Absolutely not." Damian has never seen Regina look this flustered. Her face is actually red.

"Because you are obsessed with that girl. I can't believe I didn't see it sooner."

"Shut the fuck up," Regina says, but it has no bite to it. She drops her head into her hands.

"It's okay to have gay thoughts, Regina," Damian says, patting her back. "I actually think this world would be a more peaceful place if everyone had gay thoughts."

"Can we not do this right now?" Regina says tiredly. She lifts her head, and she actually looks a little frightened. "And please don't tell anyone."

"Of course I won't," Damian promises. "I know what that does to a person," he adds pointedly, and Regina has the good sense to look down at her hands remorsefully.

"I know," she says. "Thanks."

"Now, I can't say I've ever been attracted to the fairer sex but I am here to support you on your lesbian journey in any way I can," Damian says.

Regina whacks his arm. "I will kill you and make it look like an accident."

"What are you gonna do? Push me in front of a bus?"

"Of course not," Regina says. "That plan obviously has flaws—I mean, I didn't die. I'd get a sure thing."

Damian rolls his eyes. He knows she's just joking.

Or, he's pretty sure.