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realcube · 4 months ago

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YOU GOT: SATORI TENDŌ (time-skip)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @rav--en / @frostfall-matches

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'distant but pleasant, introverted but not shy (disinterested, takes a LONG time to open up), generally respectful of others but not necessarily kind/sweet, somewhat apathetic (flat affect, rarely has strong emotional reactions, but a majority of the time mood baseline is content/relaxed)'

𓆩♡𓆪 okay so like

𓆩♡𓆪 a big reason i chose tendou for you is because of your personality and how reminiscent it is of ushijima's

𓆩♡𓆪 like y'all might be long lost twins icl 😭

𓆩♡𓆪 and ofc tendou and ushijima are shown to get on really well despite their personality differences

𓆩♡𓆪 bffs even??

𓆩♡𓆪 you'd think because of tendou's playfulness and cheerfulness would clash against apathy and he'd find it demoralising, but really it's shown that it doesn't bother him so much and he will be his rambunctious self regardless

𓆩♡𓆪 so naturally he would get on well with you

𓆩♡𓆪 like he is not the type to be fazed by how distant you might come across, he understands how that is just your demeanour and not a reflection of your opinion of him

𓆩♡𓆪 unlike others who might be put-off by not feeling immediately welcomed

𓆩♡𓆪 but tendou doesn't mind, though he would make it his mission to see you warm up to him a little

𓆩♡𓆪 and also the fact you are a lot more chill and calm than he is would work so much in his favour 😭 like needs a voice of reason (besides ushi) to stop him from going wild lol

𓆩♡𓆪 tbh i kinda hc that moving to paris was just a decision he made on a whim lmao

𓆩♡𓆪 like he was studying in japan to be a regular chef or smth but when he was scrolling on websites to look for apprenticeships related to cooking, he found one in paris for being a chocolatier

𓆩♡𓆪 and he was like 'hell yeah!' and applied bc that sounds cool and chocolate is yummy

𓆩♡𓆪 plus he didn't fully expect to be offered the placement anyway.. but when he was , he appeared at your door, wearing a beret and holding a single rose, "do you want to go to Paris?"

𓆩♡𓆪 (all of that is said in japanese except for 'paris' which is said the french way, like pariee lol)

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'hobbies: video games (tactics, RPGs, visual novels), anime, drawing (digital, portraits/fanart), painting (watercolor, portraits or landscapes/architecture), baking, cosplay, writing, reading (fantasy, suspense/thriller, psychological, abstract), taking care of houseplants, home/decor DIY projects, hiking, jogging, thrill-seeking activities (an adrenaline junkie).'

𓆩♡𓆪 these next few hcs are gonna be a bit brief but

𓆩♡𓆪 tendou would love to play video games with you , especially RPGs but he seems like the type to play silly joke characters

𓆩♡𓆪 dwarves and gnomes especially !!

𓆩♡𓆪 and he's always gonna be a magic user ofc

𓆩♡𓆪 silly wizard gnomes 😔

𓆩♡𓆪 always protecting you too, he's like your personal bodyguard in video games

𓆩♡𓆪 except for when he gets distracted on side quests.. but he'll really want you to do them with him bc he says they are no fun without you

𓆩♡𓆪 i can imagine tendou is pretty good at drawing himself but still, whenever you draw literally anything, he's like 'zamn they need to hang this in the louvre'

𓆩♡𓆪 probably has one of your fanarts or portraits as the background on his phone 😩 literally even if he doesn't know the show that it's from

𓆩♡𓆪 he wouldn't mind you drawing a portrait of him. he'd be most grateful if you drew him all cute-like , it'd make his heart melt to see that you percieve him in that way

𓆩♡𓆪 however even if you do draw him scary-looking, he'll likely just find it badass lol

𓆩♡𓆪 you can literally do no wrong in his eyes !!

𓆩♡𓆪 he's decent at painting so you guys could to that cute couple thing where you swap a canvas between yourselves and paint something on it , then hand it back to the other person so they can paint something onto it too (pls that's such a bad description but i hope you know what i'm talking about 😭)

𓆩♡𓆪 he would draw things that are super trippy and weird and whimsical like toads with angel wings and mushrooms with cute faces

𓆩♡𓆪 OMG he would draw a toad with angel wings sitting on a big mushroom with a cute face and be like 'this is us btw 🥰'

𓆩♡𓆪 meanwhile you were in the middle of drawing a sky so it looks like they are floating in the air ... 😅

𓆩♡𓆪 aww baking with tendou would be so much fun too but he is so playful about it , he likes to make a bit of a mess

𓆩♡𓆪 sprinkles.. everywhere.. and he is the type to boop icing on your nose with a spoon. and to squish your cheeks while his hands are covered in flour.

𓆩♡𓆪 i am also a firm believer that tendou simply knows how much of what to put into a recipe

𓆩♡𓆪 you'd be like 'erm sweetie the book says to add only one egg, not four?!?'

𓆩♡𓆪 and he's like 'just trust me ;) ' and you do (bc by the time he's said that, he's already cracked the eggs so it's too late not to trust him lol) and those end up being the best cookies you've ever tasted in your life, somehow ?!?

𓆩♡𓆪 it's canon that tendou was picked on as a kid for being weird and looking different so OF COURSE he is going to cosplay now

𓆩♡𓆪 like yes kids used to bully him for having red hair but jokes on them, just means he can do a killer diluc cosplay without spending a penny on a wig??

𓆩♡𓆪 and he'd cosplay with you from any fandom you like, even if it's one he's never heard of

𓆩♡𓆪 and he'd be so excited about it ESPECIALLY if the characters y'all cosplay are canon love interests/couple RAH

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd go crazy !! he'd be picking you up and spinning you about and doing all sorts of poses for the pics

𓆩♡𓆪 say you're more into it than he is though, bc he is probably a casual cosplay enjoyer, he would also be your biggest supporter in taking photos as stuff

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd be sure to get all your right angles and the perfect lighting lol

𓆩♡𓆪 but this commentary while he's doing it is too much and you're always struggling not to burst out laughing

𓆩♡𓆪 'ooh yes, werk it girl! pose with more sass! the blade of the sword really brings out your eyes! fierce!'

𓆩♡𓆪 and the pics do turn out looking good but don't tell him, otherwise it will get to his head and he will quit work as a chocolatier to be a full-time cosplay photographer lol

𓆩♡𓆪 omg tendou would be such a good plant dad 🥺 he'd need an introduction and biography to every single one of your plants and if they don't have names yet, he will be naming them with you haha

𓆩♡𓆪 which , giving them names is cute n all, until you are screaming at him from the living room 'CACTUS EVERDEEN HAS DROWNED!!!'

𓆩♡𓆪 he does care about the plants very much but he is still mindful that they are your babies not his

𓆩♡𓆪 however, if you ever entrust him to water your plants for you while you are busy/away or smth.. o m g.. his heart would implode!!

𓆩♡𓆪 in his eyes, that's as meaningful as a marriage proposal lol

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and i'm just imagining y'all going furniture shoping when you first move to paris

𓆩♡𓆪 but you end up spending the majority of your time in the houseplant section 🤭 trying to pick the cutest one for your apartment

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd also leave notes for you in the leaves or atop the plants , either affirmations and compliments like 'you are strong!' and 'i adore you <3' or just reminders like 'pls replace remote batteries ☹'

𓆩♡𓆪 other thing when you move in, is that there is going to be no shortage of DIY/home projects

𓆩♡𓆪 in fact your lives are basically consumed by IKEA furniture for like.. three months

𓆩♡𓆪 but neither of you really mind; since you find DIY to be a fun hobby and, well, tendou thinks anything done with you is automatically a great time

𓆩♡𓆪 though soon he finds out it's like building life-size lego structures and he likes it himself

𓆩♡𓆪 every night for a solid few months is spent with tendou on the floor of your new apartment, with the tv on, watching your favourite show while building some sort of furniture

𓆩♡𓆪 he mostly lets you take the lead since diy is your forte but he's definitely helpful

𓆩♡𓆪 he likes to nail stuff!

𓆩♡𓆪 also tendou is so on your wavelength when it comes to thrill-seeking

𓆩♡𓆪 he is so down for stuff like rollercoasters, sky-diving, scuba diving, mountain climbing, bungee jumping, paragliding etc

𓆩♡𓆪 but ofc he enjoys them the most with you

𓆩♡𓆪 he's a big screamer though lol but it's cute

𓆩♡𓆪 his favourite out of the aforementioned activities though are definitely rollercoasters and sky-diving bc those are the only ones he can do while holding your hand 💕💞

𓆩♡𓆪 ( i think?? i'm not a skydiving expert but i assume you can hold someone's hand while doing it. tendou definitely grips yours all the way down, only letting go so he can pull the parachute. OR he would hold both your hands so he can look at you in the eyes!! )

𓆩♡𓆪 during rollercoasters, he grips onto your hand for dear life and it almost makes you think he's scared, despite him cheering the whole time, and on-ride pic of him always looking like 😃

𓆩♡𓆪 and you tease him for holding onto you so hard and he gets a little defensive about it like 'i wasn't afraid!! i just .. uh .. didn't want you to go flying out of the ride.. that happens, y'know!'

𓆩♡𓆪 but really he knows you're just joking :P

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'love languages: physical touch and gifts. physical touch reserved for close friends/partners.'

𓆩♡𓆪 the fact that iirc tendou literally gave ushijima his magazine or smth like that ; king of gift giving 😩

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd let you borrow/give you videos games and books because he wants you to enjoy them as much as he did

𓆩♡𓆪 and he'd be so honoured if you did the same thing for him 😖 so you guys could be in all the same fandoms and fangirl togther lol

𓆩♡𓆪 discussing your fan theories in depth until the sun comes up

𓆩♡𓆪 although it would probably get to the point where you guys exchange books/video games so much that you would lose track of who stuff originally belonged to 😭

𓆩♡𓆪 (but tendou's solution to that is just asking you to marry him so now all your stuff is shared anyway so it doesn't matter :P )

𓆩♡𓆪 his love language probably flacuates between physical touch and words of affirmation but he would definitely start getting you gifts more as soon as he realises you particularly appreciate them

𓆩♡𓆪 but all his gifts are so silly lol bc he has awful taste

𓆩♡𓆪 if you ever mention needing more clothes, he is going to use the fact he knows you like cats and end up buying you something like this

𓆩♡𓆪 it wouldn't offend him if you don't wear it but he would really like it if you did bc he unironically thinks it would look so cute on you

𓆩♡𓆪 omg and bc he knows you like lattes, he'd buy you a thermos but it would be like holographic and shiny and sparkly with a message printed on it like 'stay hyslayted' or 'latte love' that he got off temu for half a shilling

𓆩♡𓆪 but he genuinely doesn't see the issue and thinks he's buying you something super useful

𓆩♡𓆪 as for physical touch , he'd let you initiate whenever you felt comfortable enough to do so tbh

𓆩♡𓆪 like he doesn't have any issue with having to wait months, years even, for you to get familiar and trust him enough to engage in physical affection, because you mean a lot more to him than just the way you feel — you're his friend first, so spending time together makes him more than happy enough

𓆩♡𓆪 that being said, when you do finally start slipping your hand into his while you're walking beside each other, or when you casually run a hand through his hair during conversation, it takes every ounce of discipline in his body to prevent him from JUMPING WITH JOY

𓆩♡𓆪 bc like he's just so pleased and honoured that you trust him enough to be open with him like this 😭 it's so sweet

𓆩♡𓆪 plus, he is very tactful when it comes to reciprocating, although he just wants to squeeze you in his arms like a fluffy stuffie, he refrains from doing so (somehow) and simply leans into the touch

𓆩♡𓆪 in terms of later on into the relationship, when you guys have known each other for 5+ years at least, subtle acts of physical intimacy that i think tenodu would show are booping your nose and kissing your knuckles/up your arm

𓆩♡𓆪 i think he would've got the latter one from his time in france (though idk if they actually do that over there if i'm just being stereotypical 😥 sorry)

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and he takes his hugs seriously!! he's the type of hugger where he will run up to you from behind and scoop you up into his arms and dramatically twirl you around with your feet in the air, like something from a movie

𓆩♡𓆪 bc hearing you're giggles literally means everything to him !! plus, ever since retiring volleyball, picking you up is the only use he has for being 6'1" lol

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'coffee/dessert for initial chatting and then something active like an amusement park or arcade so i don't have to focus too hard on conversation.'

𓆩♡𓆪 dessert with satori would be so cute

𓆩♡𓆪 and he is so expressive when you show up looking gorgeous, you're gonna be able to see it on his face how star-struck he is lol, jaw literally on the floor!!

𓆩♡𓆪 if this is the first date, i imagine he would be a bit nervous during the chatting but he would slowly warm up to you and start making jokes and messing about

𓆩♡𓆪 and if it's a dessert place, that's a great conversational segue into his love of food

𓆩♡𓆪 but also he's happy to sit there and listen to you talk about anything and everything

𓆩♡𓆪 omg and he is gonna be falling by the time you make him laugh like... stunning and funny!?!? he just can't believe it

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd end up trying really hard to make you laugh to and argubly makes a fool out of himself 😭 but you can tell he's trying

𓆩♡𓆪 though ironically , he is a lot funnier when he doesn't try

𓆩♡𓆪 anyway the phase 2 of the date would honestly be a saving grace for him bc it would help you see him less nervous and more playful

𓆩♡𓆪 at the arcade he'd bring you into those booth horror games where you shoot zombies/dinosaurs or smth , and he'd be so impressed if you do well 😫 literally stars in his eyes while watching you slaughter the undead

𓆩♡𓆪 omgg plss do the photo booth with him too

𓆩♡𓆪 you guys would be so cute..

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd be doing all silly faces and either you'd do the faces too and you'd come out looking twinsss with matching energy

𓆩♡𓆪 or he'd pull a bunch of weird faces and you're still like normal which makes the photos look HILARIOUS bc of the contrast between the two of you

𓆩♡𓆪 it looks like this 🤪 ✌🙂

𓆩♡𓆪and he would put all the fake background on the pics too, so it looks like you guys are in all sorts of crazy places like under the sea, at disneyland or in front of the eiffel tower (omg foreshadowing????)

𓆩♡𓆪 hopefully the photo booth gives two strips of pics bc he most definitely will be keeping one to put in his wallet or in his phonecase

𓆩♡𓆪 OR he would get one made into a keychain for his house keys oml 🙌

𓆩♡𓆪 like you're royalty to him so ofc he needs to rep the merch

𓆩♡𓆪 let all the parisian gals know he is OFF the market

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'majored in international studies and french in uni w/ minors in psychology and medieval history'

𓆩♡𓆪 this is the major reason i picked tendou for you bc like ?? you speak french and he's going to paris!!!! is that not just perfection??

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd insist you teach him a lil something before he goes

𓆩♡𓆪 and that could be like a fun couple bonding experience

𓆩♡𓆪 he isn't particularly bright though (i think he's canonically in class 2.. also he is literally called the guess monster.. can't imagine that strategy would go down well in exams) so you're stuck teaching him for a while

𓆩♡𓆪 tbh his accent is great though , i think that would be the part of french he'd have the least trouble picking up on; it's just remembering what words mean what and sentence structure and trying to recall the gender of a table

𓆩♡𓆪 so he makes some decent progress before you guys leave, and when he gets there, he's certain he can try learn the rest himself

𓆩♡𓆪 but it's sooo obvious he can't

𓆩♡𓆪 like you see him struggling and stammering while ordering a coffee at a local cafe

𓆩♡𓆪 so you just .. need to step in and do something, he's your bf, after all

𓆩♡𓆪 so you order his coffee for him and the whole time he just starts to the side like ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ nodding along and pretending as though he understands what you're saying (he doesn't)

𓆩♡𓆪 and once you're done he's like 'thanks love but i think i could've done that on my own ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯ '

𓆩♡𓆪 meanwhile you're like.. right..

𓆩♡𓆪 but no , he actually does learn french properly soon enough and the first time he every said he loves you in french is actually like.. a core memory

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for @rav--en: i was thinking akaashi at first because, similarly to tendou, he's also very unlikely to change his whole personality around a relationship and is independent. however, you'd probably banter better with tendou, as well as you speaking french matching with his career. hope you liked it!

#haikyuu matchup #hq matchups #haikyuu!! matchup #datingsim

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iwanttoleavethisblankbuticant · 1 year ago

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little fanfic of Remi cause I’m obsessed.

Remi is @aller-geez’s character and Levi is @thekinkyleopard’s character. (I think. There’s a chance that’s flipped. Idk cause my brain is mush rn). I do not own any character’s mentioned in this fic, they are not my oc’s. This fic is based of this post from @aller-geez here (idk if this link works or not. It should bring you to her POV post but it might just bring you to her profile. I’m to tired to mess with it tbh.)

TW: illness, male x male, sneezes (barely any. There’s like three. My brain is really not cooperating), swearing? I honestly don’t remember but there probably is, and there is slight amounts of mess but not anything excessive.

anyway I hope this turned out alright. I’m not the best at writing but I’m trying lol.

fic after the cut:

The whole gang had decided to go on a trip to… well there wasn’t really a destination. They were all just going. It was truly mostly Levi’s idea. And with Levi so hyped for it, Remi just couldn’t say no to his kitten. So, somewhat begrudgingly, Remi went along with his mate’s and his mate’s friend’s idea of a group road-trip, despite the fact that Remi could feel sickness building in his sinuses.

That speeds us up to now, where Remi sat on his hotel bed next to his beloved mate who was fast asleep as he had driven the group down here through the night. Remi look at Levi as he slept peacefully and juggled with the idea of waking him and asking him to go to the store and pick up some things to help his steadily declining condition. But as he saw his kitten getting his first traces of desperately needed sleep, he couldn’t bring himself to wake Levi. So with a sigh that sounded so scratchy that it was no longer recognizable as a sigh, Remi rose and slipped out of his hotel room and walked down the hall to your room. He went to you for many reasons: he could somewhat tolerate your existence (to an extent), you had a room to yourself so that would minimize the amount of people who got to see him vulnerable, your room was far away from Al’s so he didn’t risk that perverted bastard getting off to his misery, and you suffered from allergies so you were likely to have desperately needed tissues.

The more he walks to your room, the more he wishes he had woken Levi. But he’s pretty much sealed his fate at this point. He knows he looks like shit, eye bags dark swollen and tinged red near the eye and bruise purple near his cheek, his skin paler then normal, sweat on his brow causing his baby hairs to cling to his clammy forehead. But worst of all, in his opinion, was the terrible unceasing itch in his sinuses. It caused him to hitch and hitch but it refused to manifest into an actual sneeze yet also refused to stop plaguing him. Plus it caused his nose to run like a faucet, and with no tissues in sight he kept having to wipe his runny appendage on the collar or sleeve of his shirt.

Soon he finds himself at your door, he didn’t quite know how long he’d been standing there since he zoned out thinking about how utterly ridiculous this is going to be. Just walking up to someone he only knows through his boyfriend hotel door and begging for tissues after practically ignoring this individual’s existence up until now. But with an aggravated sigh Remi knocks on your door.

Remi is surprised when the door swings open almost immediately but he quickly looks off to the side and forces his expression to be neutral.

"Aye. You got any tissues?" Remi asks, trying to ignore the tickle in the back of his nose

"Levi’s asleep" Remi adds, feeling the need to explain further when met with silence. Though the statement doesn’t do much to explain with no context. But it makes sense in Remi’s fever clouded brain

"Ooookayy?" You mumble, opening your door more for Remi to come in.

Remi shakes his head no as you motion for him to come in.

"Nah, just hiiiheh’… just give me some tissues and I’ll be on my way. I’m not here for chit chat" Remi says, stoping just before say ‘I’m not here for chit chat with a stranger’. He didn’t figure calling someone he technically knew of as a stranger would help him get tissues any faster. And he definitely needed tissues and soon because that little tickle in the back of his sinuses had decided that now, in front of someone he wasn’t the most fond of, he really needed to sneeze. And he could feel the amount of mucus in his sinuses and he didn’t want to be caught with no tissues when this tickle turned into a sneeze.

You cock an eyebrow as his breath hitches mid sentence but you can piece together why he’s in such a rush to get tissues as his breath hitches and his nose leaks. So you trudge into you hotel room, grab the whole box of tissues, and press them to Remi’s chest.

"Here, take care." You say, then you shut your door, sensing he wants to go back to his hotel room as quickly as possible so he can curl up next to his mate.

As the tissues are pressed into his grasp and you promptly leave, Remi realizes that maybe your not that bad. You either A: picked up on the fact he did not want to be here, or B: you didn’t want him here to begin with. But something told Remi that it wasn’t the last option.

So with a faint, unseen smile, Remi turns to walk back to his own temporary quarters. But immediately that itchy tickle in the back of his sinuses reared it’s head.

His nose flairs as he fumbles to grab a tissue. Then he manages to his his fingers around it just as his brows furrow together. Then with one more breathy inhale, Remi buries his abused nose into the tissue and pitches forward with three large sneezes that make his head spin.

"Hii’ Hetchuu’iew! Hitttchiiew! Hetsheew! Snerrf!"

From inside your hotel room your could hear Remi’s wet, desperate, and sickly sneezes. The walls were thin so you said a quick "bless you" that Remi was able to hear through the walls.

Remi blushes slightly out of embarrassment, adding to his feverish flush. Then he makes a mental note to tell Levi of his encounter with you. With that, and a box of tissues, Remi retreats to his mate, cuddling up to him as soon as he can slip under the covers beside him.

#snz kink #sneeze kink #snz fic #snzblr #sneeze blog #sneezefucker #snz fet #snz things #blank strikes again #sneeze fic #not my oc’s #remi is to cute it’s not even funny

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ken-f-cker · 1 year ago

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last Drive book post!

driver meets Bernie Rose at a polish place called Warszawa

Bernie has frequented the place for 20 years and mentions he doesn't know the name of the owner, an older woman who wears a miniskirt with no stockings

driver mentally comments that the woman seems 'completely comfortable with herself' which is an uncommon trait in LA

Bernie recommends the duck and driver gets it, and likes it

they talk about where they're going from there: Bernie says he'll probably head back east, Driver says he'll go back to his old life if he can

“Friend of mine claims the story of America is all about the advancing frontier. Push through to the end of it, he says, which is what we’ve done here at land’s end, there’s nothing left, the worm starts eating its own tail.” “Should have had the duck instead.” Despite himself, Driver laughed.

idk why that tickles me so much that the driver laughs here. like he's in the company of a man who should despise him for killing Nino and instead they're just. making jokes about things with each other? idk. the romance of it. Anyway

they walk out to driver's car and chat briefly about how yeah, Driver had a friend who shattered both hips in a crash and started working on cars instead of driving them. this may or may not be Shannon? so maybe he survived and they just never mentioned him by name and I missed that ksfbf

anyway. they go to shake and driver sees moonlight glint off the knife Bernie is about to stab him with and beats him to it, taking it and sticking it in his throat

He’d struck a bit central, away from the carotids and other major vessels, so it took a while, but he’d taken out the pharynx and breached the trachea, through which Bernie Rose’s last breaths whistled. So not too long. Looking into Bernie Rose’s failing eyes, he thought: This is what people mean when they use words like grace.

I'm too gay to comment on driver saying he sees grace in the eyes of a dying man. so I'm not going to say anything. but I'm thinking about it 👀

he dumps Bernie's body off a pier and watches the tide take it

the book ends with him driving away vaguely, but I just wanna. quote the whole thing tbh because it's short and I can

Far from the end for Driver, this. In years to come, years before he went down at three a.m. on a clear, cool morning in a Tijuana bar, years before Manny Gilden turned his life into a movie, there’d be other killings, other bodies. Bernie Rose was the only one he ever mourned.

aaaand that's the book!!! I'll probably make a more coherent post about it another time but I liked it; I think the movie did a good job of putting things back together and adding things where things needed to be added. I liked that the book gave more focus on driver and Standard's friendship and I liked that he held such fondness for his foster parents that he knew he could trust them with the cat and gave them the money as well

seeing his backstory, even with as little as we get, was really interesting and I'll definitely be incorporating a lot of it into my interpretation of the ryan gosling 2011 version of the character

anyway!! if you read these thanks for reading along with me!!!

#driveblogging #not ken #drive 2011 #I need to go back and tag everything for the book itself too I just don't remember the year rip

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moe-broey · 2 months ago

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Taking you on a journey about it. Okay? Skipping around a lot. But bear w me.

Moe Color Theory. There are a few Stages of it. Offshoots.

1) I choose a typically non-gendered color (geen 💚)

2) In a project I never finished, vaguely ballroom scenario focused on Moe and Sharena. Both are wearing pink. Moe is still presenting masc. This is significant. There's gender in here.

2 and a half) Red vs Pink. This is also significant. Something something Sharena's peachy light blonde into pink vs Moe's rusty red roots growing in into the worst at home bleach job you've seen in a while. There is also gender in here.

Enter my first concept.

Okay. We got pink. We even got red. I liked the idea of the pink becoming saturated into red, almost like blood. Kinda epic kinda cool absolutely fits that theming. Okay.

The Problem: I'm just not vibing w it. I complain a lot about the color palette overlaps in the fairy designs. I'm basically just reusing my Mirabilis ideas.

Moe Color Theory. Again.

3) It feels a bit cheap to put it in blue as a gendered statement tbh. Like... when I use pink as a gender color for Moe, it's never in the sense of dysphoria. It's about honoring something. Take what you like, leave the rest. Craft what you've taken into something new.

That said, due to color palette restrictions, and just fucking around. I came up with this

Okay. I feel like I'm onto something actually. I'm liking the blue rose theming (something that doesn't exist). I'm liking the blue with the gold accents, a tie to Alfonse in a way. I've also Realized Something. Somewhere in here I've had the thought of mixing both sweet dream/nightmare fairy motifs -- the pastels/bright colors of the light fairies, and the thorns of the dark fairies. So color theory time. I mix a little pink in there. Okay. We got blue with a hint of pink. Okay. We even got purple. A classic go-to accent color for Moe palettes but also a combination of pink/blue (red/blue if we're being pedantic). What now?

I veer off into something else entirely.

I spend way too long looking up butterflies and moths. Obviously the luna moth and rosy maple moth are Right There in the forefront of my mind bc have you SEEN them........ but sifting through different lists I find something promising. Yellow pansy butterfly. I did feel like I could lean heavier into the pansy motif. Hell I could lose the rose petal bloomers and make them pansy bloomers. The shirt is rose petals anyway.

MOE COLOR THEROY. ONCE MORE.

4) I've found, multiple times, the hard way, that Moe color pallets work best when they're largely neutral/natural colors, with limited pops of color. I have to use these pops of color So Sparingly.

It has all built up to this.

... No, that's too much color. Plus the pink/yellow is giving Mirabilis again.

Alright. Well. There is no going back from that. Trust me I tried. I DO think this is the right direction, but I'm still not entirely satisfied...........

I'm kinda attached to the purple accents, as the color theory goes. But for a few other reasons as well -- literally none of the fairies have significant purple in them. Mirabilis and Peony have purple eyes but that's about it. I also just think. Imagine a pansy in your mind. It's probably purple. They come in a lot of colors! A part of me wanted to see If I could still have blue on the bloomers... but a part of me worries it would no longer be recognizable. One part of me wonders if I should do yellow pansies, or if that would be too much yellow. I do think the purple/yellow is a good combo that compliments everything. In the way back of my head I'm thinking about dandelions, but how in the hell am I gonna fit those into this design I barely found a place for the forget me nots.

IDKKKKKKKKK I JUST FEEL LIKE IT NEEDS MORE REFINING.......... AND IT IS A BIG DEAL TO ME......... AND I DO HAVE LINES/DIALOGUE CONCEPTS AND LIKE A DOZEN OTHER THOUGHTS AS WELL........

But.

I am in So Much Pain.

I'm not making it out of this resplendent concept alive.

#moe tag #i. am so split on sharing this bc i am so halfsies about it. like if i share this will this be the end of it #will my perfectionsim and deep need to capture my exact vision win #or will it just be Gone as soon as i release it from my brain. no object permanence. i forgor.#still i am so mad about it. an entire day. wasted. overworking the hell out of my pencils.#just had like a deeply unsatisfying day about it. no progress was made. in my art AND my shiny hunt.#ALSO. ALSO. IT IS SOOOOO HARD FOR ME. LIKE MIRABILIS JUST KEEPS HAPPENING TO ME #but i Love Pinks.............#i'm getting too tireds i need to sleeps. goodb ye forever you piece of shit (this concepts)#my art #moe alts

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kim-seung-mo · 3 years ago

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Can you please make a stray kids reaction

When they see you for the first time (love at first sight)

Pleaaaase

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 (ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖)

or...love at first sight + a little story cuz i couldn't hold myself back

♩ gn!reader, fluffy fluff, love at first sight, just them being super cute, them being shy shy shy, no warnings really it's just kinda long for pure fluff tbh

♩♩ word count: 1.9k

♩♩♩ A/N: me looking at my inbox and realizing that it's just gonna be pure fluff for days T-T i need angst plz give me angst ideassss

wip list here maknae line here

Chan

The first time you met was in a cafe, you were a college student working part-time and he was still a JYP trainee.

You took his order and smiled at him with gentle eyes.

He felt a stirring sensation when you looked at him, even when he knew you probably looked at everyone like that.

It wasn't normal, for him at least. He wasn't an introvert and normally could communicate with people even when meeting them for the first time.

But for some reason, that day, when facing you, it was like he was frozen in place, he couldn't move even the slightest.

This was what they called "love at first sight", right?

He (not so) subtly glanced at the name tag on your chest.

"Y/N Y/L/N", what a beautiful name.

After that, he would often visit the cafe where you worked, ordering the same drink every time, and (again, not so subtly) peeking at you, wondering how he could have become so awkward.

The days went on like this for several months.

Until that day, he had thought this would be a little crush that wouldn't lead up to anything.

He came in late that day, the cafe was already closing.

It seems like your shift has ended, he hurried into the cafe to look but unfortunately found the cafe empty.

His heart dropped instantly, a pout forming on his face.

Just when he was ready to turn around and leave, he unexpectedly found you standing at the doorway, your face full of exhaustion, a look of not well-rested.

A look he knew too well.

He still felt inexplicably excited to see you though, like a puppy.

"Hi..." He walks up and offers to greet you, trying to hide the excitement and joy on his face.

"Ah...you're the customer who always comes and orders the same thing every day, I was wondering where you went today......"

You actually recognized him, to his surprise.

"You actually remember me..."

"Of course I remember you, you come in at the same time every day, order the same coffee, and look at me with those puppy eyes every time I talk, so yes, I remember you."

Hearing you say that, his face burned up.

"I... I just...think, you're pretty."

His face reddened even more, stumbling over his words.

"Finally, you decided to talk to me huh? Do you know how long I've been waiting?"

The corners of your mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He looked dumbfounded, forgetting to react, still processing your words.

"Uh...I'm sorry......" when he finally spoke up, it was an apology, "I just, don't know how to..."

"Why don't we start with introducing ourselves? You know my name but I don't know yours yet."

You cut him off, trying very hard not to laugh.

So you realized he was looking at your name tag a long time ago.

You were also paying attention to him.

Chan fondled with his own fingers, looking down at his feet.

"My name is...my name is Chan."

Minho

When he first met you, you were just an intern make-up artist at JYP, standing there, very well behaved behind your trainer.

But even then, he had already noticed you and thought you were cute.

At that time, he thought it was just that he thought you were cute.

But later, when he thought back to this period, even though he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that he fell in love with you at first sight.

You were not assigned to him for training though, you were assigned to Kim Seungmin.

He wouldn't admit it, but that is 100% the reason why he wasn't being very nice to Seungmin.

Poor Seungmin didn't understand at all why Minho kept staring at him like he wanted to murder him.

When you became a regular, he personally communicated with your trainer and named you to be his personal makeup artist.

You were a little flattered but gladly accepted, after all, although no one knew it, you had always had a crush on Minho.

Every time you did his makeup he would look at you with loving eyes.

Although it wasn't strange to look at the makeup artist while they're doing your makeup, you still couldn't help but notice how the look he gave you was nowhere near normal.

But you kept telling yourself that you were just overthinking. After all, he is Lee Know, the main dancer of Stray Kids, and you are just a makeup artist.

You would use to affectionately call him by his real name "Minho", but ever since you noticed the strange look in his eyes you began to distance yourself from him, calling him "Lee Know-sshi".

This sort of irritated and pissed him off.

He liked it best when you called him by his real name.

It was something special.

But thanks to this distancing, he began to realize that his feelings for you were not just "I think they're cute" or "I want to protect".

One night, after work, Minho pulls you to a place where no one is around, with a serious face.

You thought he was not satisfied with your makeup skills and wanted to replace you, you were so nervous that you were crying.

But the second he opened his mouth and you heard what he said, everything changed.

"I don't like to beat around the bush, so I'll just say it. I like you, Y/N, be mine."

Changbin

He originally did not believe in love at first sight, he thought that feelings should be cultivated over time.

But after meeting you, everything changed.

The first time he met you was also the first time he met Chan, you were a good friend of Chan's.

The moment you saw him, you smiled and said hello.

Something totally normal.

But when he saw your smile, his heart beat faster and was filled with excitement, like a teenager in love for the first time.

He didn't really know what it was at the time, he just thought it was because this was his first time at JYP so he was a little nervous.

But the people he met later didn't make him feel this way.

When he found out that you weren't a trainee, but just a friend of Chan, he was a little bit disappointed, but also a little bit delighted.

He was disappointed because it meant that he might not see you too often.

He was happy because you weren't Chan's lover, but just a friend.

It was only after realizing this that he started to notice his strange feelings towards you.

Why did he feel relieved that you don't have a partner? It clearly shouldn't have anything to do with him...

When you came to JYP for the second time, he took the initiative to ask for your phone number.

He even added a little heart after your contact name.

Why was he acting like this?

"Uh...hyung, I'm just asking for no particular reason but, uh .....when is Y/N ......coming over?"

"Eh? Y/N? Oh~Y/N...... what's up? What do you want them for?"

"N...nothing, just asking."

But in reality, his face and ears were totally red through and through, so red that Jisung who came in later thought he had a fever.

It didn't take long for Chan, who was with him a lot, to realize his feelings towards you and start setting you two up.

"Y/N I have a headache get me my painkillers......"

"Don't you have painkillers in JYP? Why should I-"

"If you don't come over, my headache won't stop!"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"If you don't come, a certain pabo next to me won't ever shut up."

"Ya! Who's a pabo?!" Changbin blushed and jumped up.

"Whoever answers is the pabo~"

It was a long time later, long after you two had started dating, that Chan told him.

That the day he asked for your phone number, you were so excited that you sent hundreds of messages to Chan telling him how happy you were.

Because the moment you met Changbin, you fell in love as well.

Hyunjin

Your first encounter was when you were in high school.

Your parents moved to Seoul due to work.

So you had to come to Korea as a transfer student and happened to be assigned to Hyunjin's class.

Your Korean was not very good and you stumbled a bit when introducing yourself.

The first time he saw you, he thought you were so cute and wanted to protect you.

So, when the teacher asked if any of the students wanted to help you get acquainted with the campus, the introvert took the lead and raised his hand.

Not only did he shock the teacher a bit, but he himself was shocked.

He didn't usually do this, he never talked to strangers.

But something was different.

He became your first and best friend in this foreign country.

He would not only help you get familiar with the Korean environment, but also help you with homework, take you shopping, eating, and even invited you over to his house a couple of times to play with Kkami.

The days that you thought would be tough were lived very comfortably, if not wonderfully, with Hyunjin's company.

Your relationship has been heating up ever since you first met, it reached the point where the only step left was for someone to confess.

But suddenly, one day, he told you that he was going to be a trainee at JYP.

He was a little upset to see that you didn't react much.

"Did you understand me when I said I'm going to be a trainee?"

"Yes, I understand...it means learning to sing and dance, and then being an idol like Big Bang or Super Junior, right?"

"But do you know what that actually means?"

"Uh...it means you're going to be an idol?"

"No, Y/N, it means I won't go to school as often, it means...we might not...we might not be able to see each other as often."

He had expected you to make a big fuss, maybe even cry.

But you just quietly listened to what he had to say.

"Jinnie, you can't be the only thing in my life, as much as I want it to be, I have to learn to be independent on my own too. This is your dream, of course I'd support you. The loss is definitely there, I will definitely be missing you, a lot, but it's not like we'll never see each other again....Jinnie, why are you crying?"

He never thought he would be the one to cry first.

But he just couldn't hold it back anymore, you were just so nice...... he liked you so much, he's liked you from the first day you met.

He wiped his tears, sniffled, and held out his pinky.

"Y/N, let's make a promise, okay?"

"What promise?" You hold out your own pinky too.

"If I make my debut..."

"You haven't even gone to be a trainee yet, how come you're already thinking about debut? Don't worry, Jinnie, I'll always be waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?"

You moved over and kissed the tip of his nose.

"When you can proudly introduce me as "your lover", no matter how long it takes."

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mulledcherrywine · 2 years ago

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Amalfi (Very small appearance of actress!y/n)

A/N: Okay so fun fact i submitted this as an assignment for an creative writing class but now i’ve reworked it back into a harry fic! I actually rlly like this piece tbh, and i hope u do too <3

also yes the italian is from google translate and is no doubt FULL of mistakes so i sincerely apologize for that one.

They say it’s important to separate fiction from real life. Make sure you understand that the films you watch aren’t gospel, that the romanticization of life, food and travel are pure works of art and that life is far more gruelling in the real world. Well, whoever decided this had clearly never been to Italy in the lull of euphoric summer’s heat, just taking it all in and realizing that what is constructed to be beautiful in our imagination manifests itself even after we take off the rose coloured glasses.

The early Amalfi sun refracted itself through the dusty windows. You gently rubbed the night's sleep from your eyes, already beginning to feel the city’s energy in your body. The clang of dishes sounded throughout the house, no doubt it was Harry preparing coffee, something the two of you had admittedly acquired a rather unhealthy fixation for since arriving in Italy. When starting the trip in Milan, the words “Un altro caffè, per favore” (another coffee, please), had practically become reflex. As you made your way into the kitchen, your eyes were met with a rather dishevelled Harry, making a perfect mess of the kitchen.

“Oh, I figured it best not to wake you but ‘pose that was a pipe dream,” he said, leaning over an assortment of kitchen appliances, your fancy new french press looking out of place within all the other rather pedestrian ramekins and charity shop mugs.

“You didn’t wake me, the sun did,” you said, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking at the coffee he had prepared.

“The sun did,” he mimicked, “how do you turn everything into something artistic?” he asked, quoting your cheesily poetic telling of the morning.

“Not sure, learned from you maybe?”

He hummed in response, a small smirk stretching over his face. It meant more to him than you knew how much he inspired you, and you for him.

Walking over to the fridge, you pulled out a small flat of strawberries the two of you had picked out at last night's market. The amount of money you could have spent there was unfathomable. Lush greens piled on checker-clothed tables, fresh fruits and berries, handmade clothes and so many beautiful art pieces. If you hadn’t brought just your little canvas tote along, you probably would’ve left with all of it.

Picking out a couple berries from the flat, you grabbed a bowl from the sage-painted kitchen cupboards, placing them inside. You had also bought Devon Cream to keep in the house, as it was one of Harry’s favourites, and he probably couldn’t have gone a week without it. You were apprehensive at first to try it, but it was now well ingrained into your daily eating thanks to him. Lastly, you had some sweet bread left over from a few nights ago which made for a perfect breakfast.. After preparing your plate, you walked back to where Harry was to get your coffee. Reaching for the mug, he eyed the slice of bread you had cut for yourself.

“Oh, it’s fine, please don't strain yourself by cutting me a piece,” Harry joked, adding 2% to his mug.

“Would you like a piece, Harry?” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Please?” He muttered, jokingly sticking out his bottom lip. You lovingly rolled your eyes, going back to slice him a piece and gently laid it on a dish for him. You handed it over to him, finally taking your coffee and sitting down.

“Good?” You asked,

“Always,” He affirmed.

He came over to join you at the table.

“So, darling,” He started, “What’s the agenda today?”

“I think we should go for a walk, get lost.”

“There she goes again, I think you must’ve been a poet in another life,”

“I wish,” you scoffed. As much as you liked acting, you did sometimes wish for something a little quieter. To be a writer would be an absolute dream.

Harry reached into his pocket, pulling out a little crumpled map he had picked out at a newsstand just yesterday. He skimmed his fingers over the page, landing on a little octopus-shaped square on the map. You thought it was adorable he used the paper map when he could just easily use his phone.

“What about Piazza Flavio Gioia? It’s right by the water, too.”

“Perfect” you smiled, taking the map from under his hands and looking for yourself. It really was perfect, the water was right next to it, just like he said. On the cab ride in, you could hardly catch a glimpse as your eyes were shutting down from all the travel. Just coming from touring with Harry, filming your new projects and heading here, you could barely take it in. Now, you’d get to see it with fresh eyes.

“Well, it would be perfect if you got dressed,” Harry noted, tugging at the silk pants I still had on from being in bed. He was already fully dressed, wearing a white button up shirt and the Bode shorts you had bought him for christmas a few years ago. His white vans were in an absolute state, but you figured he liked those more than anything and it was best not to get him a new pair.

You sighed and got up from the table, putting your finished plate in the sink and headed for the bedroom to get ready, tiredly dragging yourself there.

“C’mon, the faster you get dressed the faster we can leave,” he sang, sounding like your mum. You jokingly ran into the bedroom in response, going to quickly dress. As much as you wanted to just stay home all day and eat, drink and look at the sun, you were excited to go out.

It was hot here, but nothing you weren’t totally used to. The weather report had said 26o. In the wardrobe, you had a dress you’d bought back home. It was baby yellow with small roses scattered about the fabric. You had put it aside for some special occasion, should it arise. This felt like just the time.

You removed last night's PJ’s and draped them over the chair by the bay window. You pulled on the dress, awkwardly stuffing my arms through the tighter parts of its shape. You smoothed out the wrinkled areas and checked in the mirror. This was one of those rare moments where the item you pick out looks just like it did in the dressing room, better even.

“Ready?” Harry called from the kitchen.

“Nearly,” you called back, putting two gold hoops into your ears and putting your hair back. You grabbed the ‘Love on Tour’ tote Harry gifted to the whole “team” from the dresser and packed it with all of the essentials. For the day, you’d take your cameras; disposable and professional, a notebook and your wallet. Once completely packed, you threw one of Harry’s button up shirts over the dress and skipped out the bedroom door. Like usual, he was already fully prepared for our day and stood by the door with his own, obnoxiously massive tote bag.

“What do you think?” you said, doing a little spin in front of him.

“Is that my shirt?”

“Hm, don’t know,” you acted.

“Well, I think you look pretty,” he stated, holding the front door for you to exit, “even though it is my shirt,” he finally said as you passed him into the hallway. You turned your head around and shot him a playful grimace.

Taking the stairs down, Harry had to take a brief phone call. He spoke in broken Italian but you could barely make out the words “rental” and something about a car being given? Once he hung up, you were just getting to the bottom stair stretch.

“When on earth did you call a car?” you questioned, “I didn’t even hear you on the phone earlier.”

“Oh, you must’ve been in the shower.”

“I didn’t shower this morning, I did it last night since I knew we’d be going out today,” you noted, exiting the stairwell.

“Then I guess you just weren’t listening.” He smiled.

“Why are you being weird?” I interrogated, glaring into his eyes which were looking nearly everywhere but at me.

“M’not,” he said, stepping into the lobby of the building and heading for the door, “Just thought maybe instead of a cab you would want to take this instead.” Just then, he jogged a little to the glass front doors, behind which was a baby blue convertible BMW. I pressed open the doors to follow him as he did a sorry attempt at some Bond-like hood slide.

“How did you-”

“Magic,” he said, hopping into the driver's seat and adjusting the mirrors.

“This is like my dream car.”

“Oh, well I should probably be clear this is a friend’s so, not for keeps.”

“Doesn’t matter, just to like, be near it is enough, seriously” you dazed, taking it all in, “Thank you, H. This is really cool,” You ruffed the hair around his temple and gave him a small kiss.

He rounded the car and got into the driver’s side door, you did the same on the passenger's side.

“Want to be my navigator then, lovie?” He asked, handing you the same map from earlier.

“Only if I can drive back” You contested.

“Deal.”

He put his arm around the back of your seat, pulled out of the drive and made for the day ahead.

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goldengoddess · 3 years ago

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hi i have a kaz x reader request!! can you do one where kaz proposes to the reader?? that seems so cute tbh

will you marry me - kaz brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

a/n: i listened to helpless from the hamilton musical while writing this so do with that what you will,,,, kaz would definitely do this just so u know (idk if kaz would consider marrige but if he did this is how it would go)

warnings: nothing ?? proposals ? kaz it a tiny bit more touchy :)

kaz brekker was not one for romantic gestures, frankly he it quite the opposite. every confession of love was silent, hidden, usually given in the privacy of his room.

but he knew you.

and he knew that proposals were meant to be romantic gestures. they were meant to represent the start of a different era of love. he’d heard you tell nina about a hundred times how romantic your parents proposal had been. he’d seen the dreamy look in your eyes the time a public proposal had happened in front of the two of you.

so he was dead set on making sure his proposal to you was everything you wanted it to be. and if there was one thing dirty hands was good at, it was making a solid plan. and a couple solid back up plans.

so he was very annoyed to see your annoyed face on the morning he was going to propose to you.

you grumbled as you walked across the room to the kitchen where you could finally get some coffee. over her own mug, nina chuckled at your state. “looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” she giggled and took a sip of what was probably hot chocolate.

you mumbled a quick ‘fuck you’ and made your way closer to kaz. you quickly planted a good morning kiss on his cheek like you always did. it was part of your routine, that way he knew it was coming and was never surprised or taken aback by the act. your grumpy mood chipped away a little at the way that kaz’s lips quirked upwards as you pulled away.

you shuffled over to the coffee pitcher just as jesper made his way into the room. he was humming something under his breath and you leaned your head closer so you could listen.

you furrowed your brows in confusion, “jesper? why are you humming the wedding song?”

he stopped in his tracks and shared a quick look with nina and then kaz. he turned to you and grinned, “no reason! just in a good mood, excited for our job later today.”

you huffed and shook your head, “at least one of us is.”

the rest of the day went by the way they always do before a big heist: slowly. it consisted of jesper running around the slat pumped up with too much adrenaline. inej taking out all of her smaller knives from their hiding spots (who knew she kept three under the couch cushions) and strapping them to her sides. wylan drawing out the outline of the mercher house one more time. matthias grumbling about the legality and necessity of what they were doing. nina sitting on his lap so he would shut up.

and kaz, your sweet kaz, going over the plan in his head while observing you.

later on, as you were all in your respective positions for the job, you couldn’t help but wonder why kaz had paired the two of you together. when the two of you had started dating, he had told you that he couldn’t trust his own instincts around you. and for that reason, you were always paired with another crow and he usually worked with jesper of inej. but not tonight.

“kaz?” you questioned, “why are you and i working together tonight?”

you didn’t notice the way his hands hesitated on the lock that he was currently trying to pick. he turned to you and your breath caught in your throat, like you were seeing him for the first time again. it was midnight, there was little light anywhere. but somehow the moonlight illuminated kaz’s face perfectly. he looked beautiful.

he shrugged and went back to his lock, “just thought it could be interesting to switch things up. this job is simple enough, nothing will go wrong.”

his words set you off slightly. your kaz would never take a chance like that. it wasn’t his style. kaz tended to ignore the odds, but never when it came to you. he’d promised a long time ago to not let his own grudges or greed put you in harms way. what was different about tonight?

before you could ask him, the lock clicked open and kaz swung the door to the hallway open. he extended his arm in invitation, “after you.”

you narrowed your eyes at him but stepped into the room. you took a deep breath and felt yourself relax at the oddly familiar scent of roses. you scanned the room and felt a smile slip into your face at the sight of yellow roses. waking closer to them, you ghosted your hands over the petals.

you looked over at kaz with a small smile, and found he was already smiling at you. “your favorite flower” he said, stepping right next to you.

you nodded your head in awe, you hadn’t seen yellow roses in a very long time. kaz dipped his hand into the vase and snapped the step of one of the flowers. he turned to you and handed you a single rose. you grinned and took the flower from him, tucking it gently into your backpack. “thank you honey” you giggled and then quietly moved down the hall.

kaz stopped you in front of a room with a golden and elaborately decorated door. he motioned for you to open the door and you nodded your head, following his instruction. when you walked in the room was practically empty. the only thing inside was a glass case at the center of the room. you tip toed closer and found a tiny jewelry box. you slowly opened the glass casing and grabbed the small jewelry box, assuming this was the ‘big prize’ kaz had claimed they would find during this job.

“open it” you heard kaz say from behind you.

so without looking at him, you opened the tiny black box. what was inside, took the air out of your lungs. it was a tiny silver ring with a shiny black stone at the center. without realizing, you let out a little gasp.

you started turning your body to face kaz, “kaz what is-”

but before you could say anything you found kaz kneeling on one knee, firmly holding onto his cane for the balance. you let out yet another gasp and nearly dropped the likely expensive ring in your hand.

“angel” he started speaking

“kaz,” you interrupted him breathlessly, “what are you doing?”

he gave you his favorite mischievous smile, the smile that didn’t quiet reach his eyes but shined playfully in his eyes. “i’m doing my best to propose darling.”

another gasp on your part.

he chuckled, “i have spent a lot of my life closing off my heart. making it impossible to reach. but then you came along and broke down my walls brick by brick. and impossibly, my heart became yours forever. so i thought it was only appropriate to put a much deserved ring on your finger. so, what do you say angel? will you marry me?”

you let out a small sniffle, happy tears falling down your cheeks. “yes! i want to marry you, i do!” you laughed happily and rushed over to kaz.

you helped him to his feet and he smiled, “excited are we? you’re not supposed to say ‘i do’ just yet darling.”

you lightly punched his shoulder. you moved your eyes to his lips and then back to his eyes, asking for permission. his grin and the quick nod of his head told you everything and you surged forward to kiss him.

after a few seconds you pulled back and you know that you’ve never smiled as brightly as you are in that moment, “you never fail to surprise me brekker. can’t believe you pulled off a fake heist just for me.”

“i’d do anything for you” he answered quickly.

“even marry me?”

“especially marry you.”

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@vintagebitc @obiwansjedi @thegirlwiththeimpala @hybrid-in-progress @mrs-brekker15 @mrsbrekkers @simplyluvzuko @ode-to-joy @gallysonegoodlung @sixofshadowandbone @castielcouldbeasecretdentist @meiitanoia @caaarstairs @itisroe @the-jess-life @xsamsharons @heavenlymidnight @wtfrae @dreamer-writer-fangirl @bookishcrows @tulipsxbooks @thehighladyofday @seven-halfbloods

if your name is in bold it means i couldn’t tag you!

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #jesper fahey #six of crows imagine #grisha #nina zenik #leigh bardugo #shadow and bone imagine

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 3 years ago

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Hi idk if you’ve ever done a nsfw alphabet with brett but if you have could you do one for perish if you write for him idk if you do or not I’m kinda new here so I don’t know much

pairing: jordan parrish x fem!reader

warnings: smut → NSFW alphabet

headcanon 🖤

•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:• ☾ ☼ ☽ •:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•

smut night has finished for the week - thanks for participating!

requests are open🖤

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🌻masterlist🌻

smut night masterlist 💦

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jordan is literally the softest person in Beacon Hills

so you can expect the aftercare to the most softest, cutest thing ever

he'd so so caring and tender to your body

would run you baths, take your pain away

literally would be so soft

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

your lips!

he loves kissing them every chance he gets

would love feeling them graze over his chest and stomach, and especially his cock

would love how they fall agape as you let out moans

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i think parrish is someone who doesn't expect you to cum all the time - some people can't and he understands that

though when it happens, it fills him with such pride bc he did that to you

he would try and get you to cum, but wouldn't push it if you can't

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

honestly i think that because his senses are heightened, it would drive him feral when he can smell the arousal on you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

since he is a bit older, i'd say he's had his fair share of experience with different women

though this makes him a better lover though bc he understands that everyone and their bodies are different, so what might feel good for one partner might not feel good for another

in that respect, he's very quick to learn what you like and don't like

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

both of you sitting of your knees as he fucks you from behind

its just so intimate to him and he and hold you tight against him

also gives him easy access to your breasts and clit lol

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think talking is part of his charm

and honestly one of the best types of sex are when you're both giggling and having such a good time together

like it's not much, but it makes such a difference when you compare your own previous partners

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

that man is groomed to the max

i think parrish is a person who really cares about how he looks, especially when it comes to body hair - i mean have you seen his freshly shaven face ahaha

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

super super cute!!

parrish always wears his heart on his sleeve and would take extra precautions when trying a new position, stopping periodically to ask if you're okay

he'd be so cute during your first time together as a couple too!

i mean going all out - rose petals scattered all over the apartment that lead to the bedroom and was all over the bed, candles, soft music in the background

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Parrish would only jack off when he's been away from you for a while and knows he's not going to be able to visit you anytime soon

you'd both be into phone sex which i think keeps the intimacy alive too

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

would 100% have a praise kink for either one of you - would love praising and being praised

fucking in his uniform

a little bit of dry humping too lol

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the shared bedroom

couch

kitchen

anywhere in the house honestly

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

omg when you're so good to him - like taking care of him when he's had a rough day at work or dealing with hellhound/general supernatural stuff

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably anal tbh

no intense kinks for parrish - i think he believes sex is between two people and not with toys lol

parrish isn't into public sex - like i said, he loves the intimacy of just you two so having someone walk in would totally ruin the moment

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Parrish loves going down on you - having you pull his hair, whimper praises and soft curses

he loves treating you like royalty and giving you all that you deserve

but my god he loves when you go down on him too

the way your lips wrap around his cock makes his eyes roll in the utmost pleasure

he'd cum pretty quickly too - you'd simply feel too good

especially when you deep throat him lol

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think he's more slow and sensual

like i said before, parrish loves taking his time with you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not really actually

parrish likes to take his time with you

i think the only exception would be before work for either one of you lol

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no

yes in different positions and power balances

but no with toys with any overboard kinks really

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i think it's about 1-2 rounds, depending on how much you can take

he could go for more, but he doesn't want to hurt you so he keeps it at a reasonable number of rounds lmao

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

probably not tbh

i think sex with parrish is more about the two of you rather than with toys - he likes the one to get you off

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think he can be a tease sometimes, especially when it's been awhile since the last time you guys had sex

like i said, he loves taking his time with you and that can mean teasing the hell out of you sometimes

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You know what, I think Parrish is really vocal

I don't think he'd be quite even from the beginning and it's his way of letting you know that he's enjoying it - especially when you give him head

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Seeing you in lingerie he's just like :o

he wouldn't have a preference as to what type - literally anything you wear would be perfect

but if he had to pick at least one of your lingerie sets, it would definitely have to be a body suit

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

average length but girthy ya know

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Parrish is a busy guy and he's having to pay attention to so many things from his work to the supernatural world

but 😗☝🏻

when you're around, his attention is on you lol

i don't think you'd have sex pretty often so i suppose just average?? idk

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty quickly aahah

i think he'd exhaust his energy and cuddle into you

it wouldn't take long for his eyes to fall heavy and eventually fall into a deep sleep lol

#jordan parrish #jordan parrish smut #jordan parrish x reader #jordan parrish x reader smut #teen wolf #teen wolf smut #smut night

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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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For the Past Four Years

You and Colson have been friends forever, but when you start getting lessons from a certain drummer, he gets a bit jealous.

Request: Sooo I was just wondering if a jealous!coulson whose your friend would be something you’d like to write? Maybe y/n and yungblud or rook or someone is getting a little too friendly and it makes him angry either fluff or smut would work tbh

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N I am so sorry this took so long! This is the one I was talking about when I said I got to the end and wasn’t feeling it so I rewrote it.

Word Count: 2019

You hated being the only one in the crew who couldn’t go on tour. The travel interfered with your job too much, so you were left alone for months out of the year. But that made it all the better when you could join the tour. You were grateful for the two weeks off you were given while Colson was on the Hotel Diablo tour.

You flew out to their show in Phoenix and planned to stay on the tour bus with them until they got back to LA. The boys were ecstatic to have you around, having known you for almost 4 years. Colson was probably the most excited to see you again, seeing as he had known you the longest.

You were in the green room for the fifth show since you’d join the tour, the energy through the roof. Colson was busy talking with Ashleigh about the show, so you found entertainment in Rook, who was currently tapping away on his practice kit. “Ok, guess this one.”

You were currently trying to figure out what songs he was playing, and you were doing pretty good. He started playing the intro to “You Could Be Mine” by Guns N’ Roses, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. ”Really? It’s like you’re trying to make this easy for me.”

“It’s not my fault you know literally every song ever made.”

“Yeah, but Guns N’ Roses? Obviously, I’m gonna know it.” You smirked and he squinted at you.

“Fine. You’re so good, why don’t you play something and make me guess.” He held out his drumsticks for you to take.

You pouted, “Rookie you know I don’t know how to play drums.”

“I can teach you.” He offered, making your eyes light up.

“Wait, actually?” He nodded, standing up and grabbing another stool.

“C’mere.” He led you around the kit and sat you down, sitting on the stool behind you. He put the drumsticks in your palms and then moved to hold the outside of your hand. “We’ll start with the basics.”

When Colson came back into the room, he saw you and Rook laughing. You were looking back at Rook as his hands were wrapped around yours, a smile on your face. He couldn’t help his heart sinking, and he tried his best to maintain his composure. Luckily, he only had to endure a few more minutes of you guys obviously flirting before everyone had to move to side stage.

You noticed Colson slumped on one of the couches across the room and you sent him a smile. “Rook is teaching me how to play.” You mouthed to him, and he nodded sarcastically.

“Good for you.” He mouthed back, obviously uninterested and upset about something. You raised your eyebrow and tilted your head, silently asking what was wrong. He just shook his head.

“Alright guys, backstage.” Ashleigh announced, and all the boys jumped up.

Rook stood up and you followed, handing him his drumsticks. “We shall continue this later, young grasshopper.” He joked, bowing dramatically. You rolled your eyes and pushed him towards the door of the green room.

“Don’t suck too much.” You smiled, and he turned back to stick his tongue out at you. Colson watched the interaction and it looked like steam would start blowing out of his ears. You bounded over to where he had just stood up. “Good luck hug?” You asked sweetly, a tradition you had started the first time you went backstage before a show.

Instead of answering, he walked right past you, leaving the room. You stared after him, confusion present on your face. You wanted to talk to him about it, but decided it was best to leave it for after the show.

Colson seemed to be in a better mood on stage and after the show, insisting on partying on the bus. You had no complaints; you loved the endless party that was touring with MGK. Once you got on the bus, however, his mood seemed to drop all over again. You didn��t really notice it at first, a bit distracted by the loud music and the other guys. You loved spending time with them, they were as much your family as Colson. But your good time was spoiled by Colson sitting on one of the couches scrolling through his phone with a drink in his hand.

You didn’t want to have fun without him, he was your best friend, after all. So, you walked over to him, reaching your hand out. “Come dance with me.” You smiled, which he did not return.

In fact, he barely looked at you, just took a sip of his drink and said, “why don’t you go dance with Rook since you like him so much.”

You were taken aback by his comment. “Umm, what?”

“You heard me. If you like Rook so much why don’t you go dance with him? Why don’t you just sleep with him while you’re at it?”

You took a step back, offended. “I don’t know what your problem is right now, but either talk to me like a grown up or get over it.”

Colson sighed, standing up and grabbing your hand to drag you to the back of the bus, away from the crowd. He opened the door that separated the bunks from the rest of the bus, leading you in and closing it behind you. You waited for an explanation from him, but he just stood there, glaring at you.

“Okay, what the fuck is your problem, Colson? I’ve been here for all of a week so I don’t exactly know what I could’ve done.” You tried to keep your voice quiet, but your tone was still sharp.

Colson’s tone stung just as bad. “Oh right, because you haven’t been flirting with Rook ever since you got here. I mean seriously could you make it any more obvious?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Okay, one, I’m not fucking flirting with anyone, much less Rook. Two, even if I was flirting with him, or anyone for that matter, it’s none of your fucking business.” Colson had a habit of doing this; anytime you started talking to a guy, or even just dancing with one at a club, he made sure it stopped immediately and you were fed up with it.

“It is my business. He’s my bandmate and you’re my best friend. If you two hook up or do anything, guess who’s caught in the middle? Me.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, and I suppose that’s why you’ve run off every other guy I’ve tried to do anything with?”

He stepped towards you, eyes getting darker. “So you were trying to get with Rook?”

“Oh my god Colson, no!” You let out an exasperated groan, “I’m just saying you have a pattern of getting in between me and literally any member of the male species. Rook and I are just friends, you know that. And I would never put you in a situation like that.”

He stepped closer to you, standing over you now. "Maybe I just don’t think they’re good enough for you.” His voice got quieter, but you weren’t backing down.

“You’re supposed to think that. That’s what friends are for. But that doesn’t mean you get to get in the way of every potential relationship I have.”

“Stop saying that fucking word.” His voice got deeper, darker.

You furrowed your brows, confused and a bit nervous at his tone. “What word.” Your voice came out quieter than you expected it to.

Colson sighed and hung his head, backing away from you, “forget it.”

He turned so his back was facing you, running a hand through his hair. You watched him carefully, studying him. “What word, Colson?” You pushed him.

He rubbed his face with his hands, letting out another heavy sigh. “Did you ever stop to think about why I didn’t want you to get anywhere with those guys?” Your heart seemed to stop beating for a second, and your shoulders fell slightly.

“N-no.” You stuttered, walking towards the man, who was still turned away from you. “Colson, I’m really confused right now.” Your voice was soft. You reached out to touch his arm, but he spun around before you could.

His hand reached out to tilt your jaw up, so you were looking into his eyes. You expected him to be angry, but there was something else instead. His face was really close to yours, enough that you could feel his breath on your nose when he spoke. “There’s a reason I don’t want you to flirt with Rook, or with any other guy for that matter.” You had a feeling you knew where this was going, and you took a sharp breath as your heart fluttered.

“Colson-“ You started, but he cut you off.

“Just let me finish, please. I have to say this or I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.” You stayed silent, your eyes begging him to continue. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else. Fuck, Y/N, it hurts like hell to see you flirting with other people because I want you to be flirting with me.”

You smile, trying not to giggle. “And I realized when I left for tour that I’m kind of really in love with you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips onto yours. His hands wrapped around your waist as his lips moved against yours. When you pulled away, he placed his forehead against yours, eyes closed. “I’ve kind of been flirting with you for the past 4 years, loser.”

His eyes flew open, head moving away from yours. “What?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I’ve kind of been really in love with you for a long time.” You mimicked his earlier words. “You never said anything about it so I just assumed you didn’t feel the same way.”

He let out a breath through his nose, “God I’m so dumb.” You giggled, shaking your head and pressing your lips against his.

“You are not, you’re just a little oblivious.” He rolled his eyes, pulling your hips closer to him and kissing you again, longer this time. He started leading you backwards, so your back pressed against the wall of bunks lightly. One of your hands moved to rest on his cheek and the other played with the hair at the base of his neck.

The kiss deepened, his tongue swiping against your lips. You granted him entrance, his tongue slowly exploring your mouth. His hands began to move down your waist. They were about to reach your butt when the door opened and Dre walked in. “Oh shit,” He paused, looking between you two and slowly smiling. “About time you fuckers got it on.”

You buried your head into Colson’s chest, a blush on your face. “Duuuude.” Colson groaned, his head falling backwards. “Get out.”

Dre chuckled, hands in surrender. “In my defense, you guys are the one making out in a tour bus full of people in the bunk room.”

If looks could kill, Dre would have been murdered by Colson by now. “Okay, I’m leaving. But just know I’m telling everyone about this.” He smiled, quickly leaving, and closing the door behind him before Colson could hurt him.

You laughed, pulling the man back to you and connecting your lips to his, a smile on your face. “I’m gonna kill him.” Colson mumbled against your lips.

You rolled your eyes, “As hot as that would be, society generally frowns upon killing your friends.” He chuckled and pressed another kiss to your lips, his hands reaching up to cup your face.

“Wait, would you still like me if I was a murderer?”

You giggled, “Depends on who you kill, but probably.”

He pecked your lips, “What if I killed Rook?” You glared at him, and he smiled. “What? I’m just asking in case it happens.”

“You’re not allowed to kill your band members.”

“So if I kicked him out of the band and then killed him, it would be okay?”

“Colson Baker!”

“Kidding!”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk angst #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker fluff #colson baker angst #jp cappelletty #rook cappelletty

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caramelcal · 4 years ago

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You can’t sit

Request: Anonymous said:omg Can I Sit? was so cute sofmsmfmadmandma can a make a lil request based on it? like it’s their usual thing sitting together since that day, BUT one day nat arrives and somebody sat on her seat? retired assassin mode activated? 🥴

Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: OMGGGG, THIS!!!! this request, wow. amazing. i literally wrote can i sit back so long ago but yes, of course you can make a request! i’m definitely going to be taking more nat requests now omg, also wanda?? steve?? eye- oh lordy just anyone tbh

Also, just to clear something up, at the end it speaks about y/n waiting for nat to do something, that’s cause you’re too scared even though you know nothing bad would happen. (Trying to keep this ague but informing, it isn’t working)

Natasha walked towards the small coffee shop with a smile on her face, maybe a slight bit too excited to see you. You both had been meeting up at the coffee shop ever since, but the excitement buried in the pit of your stomachs never seemed to go away no matter how normal the meet-ups became. It was a nice feeling, talking into the late hours of the day, talking over the phone, and sending each other little flirty and joking messages.

The other avengers found out two months after you and Natasha exchanged phone numbers. Natasha, who was normally void of any emotion on her face couldn’t help the smile erupting on her face one time as she checked her phone during a break from training and, as usual, Tony felt inclined to ask. Despite Natasha shrugging it off, after a lot of careful watching, it became pretty obvious as to why Nat was suddenly 'too' smiley.

“So Nat,” Tony had asked, a sly smirk on his face as Natasha’s green eyes broke away from her phone and up to the billionaire, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Clint tried to hide the laugh that traveled up his throat, it was very obvious that Natasha was not into men. Sure, she hadn’t outwardly said so towards anyone but Clint or brought a girl home, but you could just tell. Natasha placed the phone down on her lap, crossing her arms over her chest, “Why would you think there was a guy?”

“Come on,” Tony drawled, sassily rolling his eyes before he pointed towards the phone in her lap, “The smiles, constantly checking your phone. Sure, you didn’t really participate in conversations to begin with but at least you acted like you were listening. We’re pretty interesting people y’know, Natalia, but clearly, the guy on your phone is much more interesting.”

The rest of the avengers watched on, some sitting silently awaiting Natasha’s answer, Peter with wide eyes at the semi-interrogation and Steve with a raised eyebrow, completely oblivious to what was going on.

From the corner of her eye, Natasha saw Wanda’s eyes flash red briefly before she let out a small snort, “Oh this is going to be good.”

“There isn’t a guy,” Natasha shook her head, sending Wanda a sly smirk as Tony’s eyes furrowed and he opened his mouth to interject. Yet, before he could, Natasha continued to speak, “There’s a girl though. If that’s what you’re asking.”

Silence filled the room. Tony’s mouth dropped open, eyes wide as he stared at the redhead, many of the other avengers copying his movement.

His face was a picture that Natasha wanted permanently tattooed on her brain, Tony’s jaw practically dragging on the floor, eyes wide and stuck like a statue in shock. Natasha knew you would love the story and would find him finding out just as funny as you would, so as she pushed the door of the coffee shop open, an eager smile was on her face.

However, her smile dropped when she caught onto your figure. You were still as beautiful as ever, hair in a hairstyle she has often seen on you, yet it still blew her away every time she saw you in it. You had comfy yet stylish clothes on, and Natasha wished you’d wear it more often but her mind didn’t stay on that long; she was too busy trying not to snap the person’s neck that was sitting beside you. In her seat.

Your hand was grasped on the back of your neck, rubbing it awkwardly as you tried to get the boy in front of you away. You were shrunken against the seat, almost like you would rather the chair swallowed you whole than being in this position and hoping that Natasha would have come sooner. Because then he wouldn’t be in her seat.

He looked about your age, and from what you had heard from himself as he ranted on, he was in university too. He maybe would have been cute, but you didn’t like people that were full of themselves, and so far all he had talked about was himself, not even letting himself take a breath in between his sentences. Maybe he would have been more attractive if he was a certain redhead assassin, too...

The coffee shop was practically empty anyway, a few people dotted around, some studying, some on dates but there were still plenty empty tables. Natasha knew that you didn’t want him there, and she certainly didn’t. She would be damned if she let this boy ruin the time you guys spent together before your next class.

“Excuse me,” She coughed, arms crossed over her chest and tone clipped when she interrupted the boy. She saw the way you looked up at her, letting out a sigh in relief and letting a smile cross your face but the boy didn’t seem as pleased. He rolled his eyes, glaring up at the assassin.

“What?”

“That’s my seat,” Natasha stated bluntly, arching her eyebrow at the way the boy was talking to her. She would be damned if she let a little boy talk to her like that, especially one that was hitting on you.

He let out a short laugh, pretending to look around the seat before he looked back up at the older woman, “Don’t see your name on it, sweetheart. Plus, me and this lovely lady are having a great conversation here so if you could hop along that’d be great.”

His sarcasm definitely wasn’t welcomed by Natasha and you knew that, letting out an involuntary wince as he started to try and get Natasha riled up. However, Natasha kept her cool a lot better, at least she didn’t snap the boy’s neck, that was a plus.

She cocked her head to the side, sending the boy a sarcastic sweet smile, “Might not have my name on it, kid, but my girlfriend was keeping it for me before you stole it.”

It took him a few moments before his mouth fell open, letting out a stutter of shock before looking over at you. You, awkwardly, watched the two of them and seen the smirk that rose to Natasha’s lips as he looked over at you, “Y-You? Her?”

You nodded with a smile, tucking hair behind your head as he watched the two of you. Natasha, rolling her eyes, continued to speak, “Kid, get out my seat.”

He didn’t waste much time before he jumped up, shaking his head and grabbing his jacket. Instead of sitting at another table, or ordering something, he simply walked out of the coffee shop. His gaze was on his shoes, maybe trying to hide the blush on his cheeks either from the embarrassment that he was trying to chat up someone who had a girlfriend or in rejection. Probably both.

Natasha slid in beside you, taking you into a hug; one that not many people got to experience. You both held smiles on your face, glad to see each other and get to talk to one another in real life and not over the phone. It had been over a week since you guys had gotten to do that, so you both missed each other a lot more than you’d say.

“So girlfriend, huh?”

Natasha simply hummed into your neck in reply, making you let out a small giggle in reply, playing with the ends of her hair fondly. Even if you guys weren’t officially dating, everyone knew that neither of you would be against it.

You were just waiting for the day that Natasha would ask.

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seita · 4 years ago

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― bnha abc’s: hitoshi shinsou [nsfw edition].

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

ғʟᴜғғ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴀɴɢsᴛ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

⤑ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

∴ since sex is so intense with him, he’s always faithful to aftercare. ∴ he literally never skimps on it. ∴ if you take a while to settle down, he’ll clean you off with a warm washcloth and cuddle with you with soft kisses and caresses until you’re clear headed. ∴ mixes lots of praise in the process, knowing how sensitive you feel emotionally. ∴ then he’ll take a bath with you. ∴ if you come back to earth pretty quickly and easily, he’ll be more relaxed and be more keen on cracking jokes and teasing you. ∴ he’ll run a bath and have a relaxing soak, chatting casually with you about anything that came to mind.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

∴ his: his hands. he knows how to use them and he loves how they look on your body. he knows he has really pretty, lithe fingers. also, the fact you’re always so eager to hold his hand makes him appreciate them more.

∴ yours: he’s a breast man. there’s something about feeling your breasts in his hands, leaving marks on the soft flesh. he loves how you react when he plays with your nipples. he can never resist taking them into his mouth when he fucks you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

∴ he will cum literally wherever you want him to. ∴ if u want him to pull out, he’ll take pleasure in marking your body with his cum. ∴ if you want him to release inside, then he’s gonna cum even harder giving you a nice creampie. ∴ he maintains a decent enough diet so his cum def doesn’t taste bad -- a little bitter, maybe but something you could handle. ∴ he cums a lot too, several spurts releasing. ∴ his orgasm lasts a good amount too ― he cums really hard lmao.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

∴ he has...on more than one occasion... ∴ jerked off using ur panties lmao. ∴ he doesn’t exactly keep it a secret but ∴ he’s never going to just admit he did it. ∴ if you call him out on it he’ll probably easily confess. ∴ but until then....where oh where do ur panties keep going lmao

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

∴ he hasn’t had many partners. ∴ but...he has experience in the sense that he has done research and tried such a wide variety of kinks and positions that he’s just...got it down to a science. ∴ he always makes sure his bdsm etiquette is perfect, he never wants to cause you any harm. ∴ he takes the time at the beginning of the relationship to learn your body’s sweet spots and talks to you about what you like and want. ∴ he’s very good at communication so he gains experience purely by learning tbh.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

∴ his usual go to is doggy style or the mating press. ∴ he likes how deep he can get his cock into you. ∴ he can feel you cum so well like that. ∴ very rarely will he let you ride him. ∴ don’t be mistaken tho, he’s always in control even if you’re on top.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

∴ not really a jokey type of guy. ∴ he prefers to be serious to as to not break the scene. ∴ that’s not to say he can’t be goofy. ∴ he will if he’s in the mood. ∴ or if the two of you aren’t doing anything hardcore. ∴ but def don’t expect it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

∴ carpet matches the drapes, king is a natural.....purplehead???? ∴ he keeps himself well groomed in the sense he trims. ∴ but he doesn’t shave bald. ∴ he doesn’t like the look of his dick hairless. ∴ but his pubes are always pretty short so u don’t gotta worry when suckin his dick u feel?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

∴ he’s intimate in the sense that the dynamic of your relationship requires a strong emotional connection and trust. ∴ in the moment, he takes on the dominant role teasing and humiliating you. ∴ but he makes sure to mix in praise and the odd sweet touch amid the bruising grips. ∴ he’s not really into romantic sex ∴ like you’ll never get candles and rose petals on the bed. ∴ but he always shows he loves you in his own way.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

∴ he doesn’t jerk off very often. ∴ but he has urges frequently enough. ∴ probably takes like 2 or 3 nights a week to himself if he doesn’t get the chance to fuck you. ∴ he uses his hands, fisting his cock while he watches porn on his phone. ∴ takes a shower afterwards to clean up the mess.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

∴ very heavily into dom/sub dynamics. ∴ he is always the dom. ∴ prefers to be called master most of the time. ∴ you’re his pretty little kitten. ∴ there is lit no chance he will be submissive lmao. ∴ it’s not always hardcore scenes with him, though. ∴ he’s very capable of having vanilla sex without the choking and spanking if you so wish.

∴ dacryphilia. ∴ he gets off on your tears. ∴ when he punishes you by overstimulating you and you sob that it’s too much. ∴ when he’s been teasing you for an hour, edging you before backing off and you have tears in your eyes. ∴ when your throat is wrapped around his cock and there’s tears running down your cheeks. ∴ he finds it so fucking hot lmao.

∴ shibari. ∴ there’s something about the red ropes on your skin that is so beautiful to him. ∴ he loves seeing you tied up and vulnerable to his debauchery. ∴ he thinks you’re prettiest when you’re restrained with the complex patterns of rope.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

∴ prefers the old faithful bedroom. ∴ but he’s not opposed to the living room, bathroom, or kitchen if he so pleases. ∴ it’s just all his toys are easily in reach in the bedroom. ∴ and plus, it makes it easier for you to get comfortable faster if you’re already on the bed when you’re done.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

∴ teasing him. ∴ flash him a view of his favorite panties under your skirt. ∴ “innocently” lay your hand on his thigh, close to his cock under the dinner table with friends. ∴ lick a lollipop suggestively. ∴ if u do literally anything to tease him, you’re in for it lmao. ∴ making him jealous. ∴ seeing you flirt with another guy instantly makes him feel territorial. ∴ he knows when you’re doing it on purpose and easily takes the bait, knowing what you want. ∴ however, it won’t work if there’s some random guy just hitting on u. ∴ he knows u didn’t ask for that and doesn’t see that as something to get jealous over. ∴ he trusts u n shit. ∴ worshipping him. ∴ sit on your knees while he watches tv asking if you can suck his dick. ∴ tell him how nice his hands are and how you love how they feel around your throat. ∴ let it slip that you had a wet dream about him last night. ∴ he’s more than eager to give u more reasons to worship him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he’s not into anything that will cause lasting harm to you. he’ll spank you and do some impact play but if you ask for anything really hardcore like burning or cutting you...it’s a no from him. he genuinely couldn’t handle hurting you like that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

∴ def a giver. ∴ he thrives on pleasuring you. ∴ he thinks you look divine with his mouth attached to your greedy cunt. ∴ he’s damn good at it too. ∴ more than capable of making you cum several times if he so wishes.

∴ when he receives, he’s into some deep throating. ∴ won’t necessarily facefuck you. ∴ but it’s a slow, methodical pace he sets. ∴ he relishes on sinking his cock deep into your throat to feel you choke and gag around him. ∴ watching your eyes tear up as you struggle to swallow him down.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

∴ prefers a fast pace. ∴ he likes the thrill of being rough with you. ∴ sometimes he likes a deep, slow pace that makes you feel him all the way to your cervix. ∴ he can, of course, pull the sensual card if he so chooses. ∴ he def gets into moods where he wants to worship you and indulge in your body to the fullest.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

∴ honestly not his go to. ∴ it’s not that he doesn’t like them, it’s just that he finds them...unfulfilling? ∴ he’s a man who enjoys long, drawn out scenes of you begging and cumming multiple times for him. ∴ a quickie doesn’t allow him that time. ∴ of course, if you want to have sex with him and the only option is a quickie well...he definitely oblige. ∴ it’s just not his preference.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

∴ he’s more than willing to experiment. ∴ he’s always looking for ways to bring something new and exciting into the bedroom. ∴ is all ears when you bring up something that caught your attention. ∴ will always do his best to do as you ask. ∴ isn’t willing to risk your safety or reputation, however.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

∴ one round most of the time. ∴ but it’s one long ass round. ∴ he’s got immense self control and knows exactly how to draw sex out. ∴ he may even indulge in a cock ring to make himself last even longer. ∴ but he has the ability to stave off his own orgasm for a while. ∴ if you want more than one round, you only get it if the sex isn’t intense. ∴ he saves the multiple rounds for the occasional soft, sensual sex/

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

∴ he enjoys toys! ∴ but they’re not brought in too frequently. ∴ more specificially, he uses them for punishment most of the time. ∴ likes to hold a vibrator to your clit until you’re crying. ∴ makes you ride a dildo instead of letting you have his cock. ∴ he’s rather fond of rope tho, if that counts. ∴ doesn’t use them on himself like.....ever. minus an occasional cock ring.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

∴ lmao if u don’t like to be teased ur shit out of luck. ∴ he likes to draw out the sex with you. ∴ so when you two do it, he teases you for a long time. ∴ he is a monster about it. ∴ takes immense pleasure in your begging and crying. ∴ eges u constantly ∴ but he usually follows through with his teasing unless ur bein punished

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

∴ not a moaner. ∴ the most you get is an occasional grunt and a groan when he cums. ∴ HOWEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ∴ he is a constant producer of dirty talk. ∴ he really never shuts up tbh lmao. ∴ but it’s hot as hell. ∴ lit the best dirty talk you could hope to hear. ∴ so it’s not really a loss. ∴ when he’s not callin u a slut and humiliating you, he’s calling you his good girla nd telling u ur pretty.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

∴ he’s got a rlly big anal kink. ∴ i could say he almost loves it more than actual vaginal sex. ∴ he couldn’t tell you why except for the fact it feels dirtier. ∴ it feels more lewd to him and that just gets him off. ∴ especially if you’re shy about it ∴ he uses that as a gateway to humiliate u and make u cry ∴ and that only gets him more turned on ∴ dont let him fuck ur ass too often or he’ll actually go feral lmao

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

∴ hitoshi shinsou’s dick is big. ∴ i just know it is. ∴ more specifically, he’s got girth that makes your mouth water. ∴ he also has no problem reaching your cervix when he goes deep enough. ∴ lowkey cocky about it. ∴ always asks u how much u love his big cock or teasing u about how he’s too big for ur pussy to take. ∴ filthy man.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

∴ well,,,,it’s not high but it’s definitely not low. ∴ like he’s not looking to be balls deep inside you every single night. ∴ and it’s not like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t get to fuck u for a while. ∴ but he’ll jerk off to release the built up tension. ∴ and if u want to have sex every night then he’s pretty easy to convince ngl.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

∴ stays up a pretty long time afterwards. ∴ usually it’s because he’s taking care of you. ∴ but also, in general, he doesn’t sleep much. ∴ he’ll usually just lay in bed on his phone while u sleep beside him. ∴ the good news is if u wake up in the middle of the night bc ur thirsty he can get u a glass of water. ∴ or if u wake up horny and wanna suck his dick he’s already awake so hey everybody’s a winner.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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feminaexlux · 3 years ago

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Fall to Me

TBH I realize belatedly after writing this that Truth was fomenting chaos in my soul and it needed to be taken the fuck out with a proverbial shotgun

Anyway here's a fic that was based off of Truth and without knowledge of the rest of S4 so far, just in case nothing makes sense

I also know I promised smangst (smut + angst) but I got tired/lazy and @mintaka14 posted something I felt was eerily similar (or just reminded me I needed to get this done) so I wanted to get this out the door

Read on AO3 here!

Rated M for language I guess?

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Luka was in a precarious situation. He was lying half-naked on Marinette's chaise, with Marinette herself lying half-naked on him. She let out a quiet sleepy giggle when she brushed her thigh against his raging hard-on, still unfortunately trapped under his over-tight jeans. His neck felt sore where she'd bitten him and he figured there'd be a pretty obvious bruise there soon.

His chest was also similarly marked.

He woke up like this. He had woken up when he had needed to sneeze because some hair got all up in his face. He then realized he had a whole-ass person on top of him. And that person was the girl he had been in love with for years. He had gently brushed away her hair and she had hummed out a "Mmmm, Luuuuka," that got him hot-and-bothered and unable to go back to sleep. He kinda didn't want to wake her in fear of this whole precarious situation blowing up in his face.

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This all started a week ago with Dingo, that fucker. Well, sort of. Maybe. Maybe that was all circumstantial. But Dingo had 2 extra tickets to The Bondsmiths and Ding had given them to Luka. Juleka was busy with stuff, his Ma wasn't into this newfangled noise, Ivan wouldn't go without Mylene, Mylene was in Spain on vacation, Rose was "stuff," and if Dingo was involved most of Luka's other friends wouldn't be.

He'd just thrown it out into a group chat "Hey I have an extra ticket anyone want to come?" and Marinette was the one that said "me~!" Luka and Dingo had a tense stare off when Dingo handed over the tickets.

Her? Dingo's sharp brown eyes seemed to say.

Luka stared back coolly. Yes. We're friends.

Dingo fucking smirked. How much longer, eh? Cheers, mate. He gave the tickets to Luka with a smarmy wink.

The night of the showing Luka got stuck being the designated driver. He was used to it. The concert area was indoors and packed. Ding almost got shitfaced and Brielle had to keep him from falling over. At least the sets were fantastic. When the concert was closing at around 02:34 Ding and Brielle were having sloppy disgusting make-outs, making both Luka and Marinette ever so slightly uncomfortable.

That was when it all started getting weird. Weirder.

Brielle came up for air and told Luka that she and Ding would take a cab back, so all Luka would need to do was drop off Marinette. Luka shrugged and did just that, but Marinette invited him up to crash at her place because it was already so late and he looked so tired. He was about to pass on that when Marinette mentioned that her parents were on vacation in China and wouldn't be back for a whole month, just… out of the blue.

Before he could formulate any sort of coherent response she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs to the living room, sat him on the couch, started brewing some chamomile tea for the both of them, and talked about the concert. Marinette smiled at him after handing him a mug and short-circuited his brain again. "That was fun!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed," Luka smiled back, sipping his tea.

She sat down next to him and brushed her hair back over her ear. A shiny black earring seemed to glimmer with the light it caught. "I'm really glad I was able to go with you."

His head was empty except for noticing the light blush she had on her cheeks. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes, and somehow Luka got the sense that she was… expecting something? Oh, a response, duh. "Same. It's always nice to hang out with you."

She smiled, drank the rest of her tea and set it aside. "Luka, can I kiss you?"

… What? Wow, alright he was tired. He thought he heard her ask him if she could kiss him. He was already in the half-asleep pseudo-dream state and probably imagined that whole thing. Goddamn he was such a simp for her. "Heh," he said noncommittally.

Marinette blinked at him. "Is that a… a no?"

"Hmm?"

She scooted closer to him and he took a big gulp of his tea to hide his nervousness. "You… don't want me to kiss you?"

Oh God he heard that correctly. He sputtered and coughed, covering his mouth with a fist. "Wh-what?" He blushed hard.

She blushed as well. "Sorry! I'm sorry. I-I-I thought… um."

Several years ago they had tried to date but she'd always been… unavailable. So they kept hanging out as friends, which was… fine. It was fine. They'd never even gotten to really do anything together as a couple but as friends? It went better.

He wasn't over her. Never tried to convince himself he was. But he also honestly hadn't expected her to want to get back together. So… what changed? She sighed heavily, her complexion calming back down. "Nothing changed. Not really." She looked down toward the floor at her feet and he finally realized he asked that last thought out loud. "I… maybe I guess I did." She looked back up at him. "I've been thinking lately that I just want… to do something for me, for once. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" She trailed off and stared back at the floor.

"I've never stopped wanting to be with you." Oh shit he said it. She looked back up at him and he awkwardly took another swallow of tea and looked away. "Sounds bad. I guess it is," he said eventually.

"But you didn't tell me?"

He met her eyes. "You were happy. You were with Adrien. I can't force my feelings on you."

She took a breath and let it out slowly. "I was, yeah." Her words hung in the air.

Luka hadn't figured out what happened to break up the state of Adrienette, but when he came back from touring with Jagged, Marinette and Adrien were "just friends" again. Luka wasn't sure how long ago the split happened and after 2 or 3 years apart did he even know Marinette anymore?

She had welcomed him back to Paris as a more grown up Marinette, not actually so different than he had remembered her. She had more confidence, less anxiety, a spine of steel. She was in charge of herself and it was so good to see her so sure.

He didn't want to mess that up for her in any way. So they remained friends for 2 more years. And for one reason or another they both kept being single.

He had somehow reintegrated back in her inner circle of friends. Luka saw for himself that Marinette and Adrien had a lot of history in their little in-jokes and double talk, dropping code phrases and making each other laugh at random. Maybe they'd reignite that spark and Luka didn't want to be caught in the resulting blaze. Even if they didn't, underneath it all he worried about being disappointed and left in the dark by Marinette like he'd been all those years ago.

Not that it did anything to change his attraction to her. He was a sucker for girls like her, except there had only ever been the one.

Marinette took his free hand and squeezed it gently. "I was happy, yes. And… I was hoping I could be again. With you?"

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Slowly, Marinette thought, take it slow. She did spring this on him a little suddenly but hey, it felt right, and she had it on relatively good authority that it was time. At this point in her life she knew to trust her gut instinct and friendly advice. Although she felt more okay with this because her head was sliiightly impaired right now.

She also thought that he'd jump on… her, she supposed, given the opportunity - but he was uncharacteristically reserved. Was it uncharacteristic? Maybe not. He'd always been pretty laid back and easy going.

And observant.

Which meant he was thinking and had doubts about them. Well, shit. Okay. She didn't make it easy on them the last time they tried anything like this. Actually, Hawkmoth had made life difficult for her so there hadn't even been an opportunity for a them.

He sighed softly and squeezed her hand back. "I want… this. I do. But there's still something that worries me."

Alright, fuck going slow. "I'm Ladybug. I am now and I was then. That's why I kept disappearing." This was alright, it was kind of an open secret by this point in her superhero career. Her parents knew, her closest friends knew, and Luka was a close friend she wanted even closer, so he should know.

His mouth was slightly open and his eyebrows shot up. "Ah."

"Things are… okay now, aren't they? I'm not needed like I was before."

He smiled a little and his worried expression softened, understanding. "That… does explain a lot of things but that's not the only thing I was worried about."

That surprised Marinette. And actually now she started to worry herself. What other red flags had she given him? Shit. She'd been a basket case in her earlier teens but she'd left behind the Teenage Angst Things and graduated to Adult Things, hadn't she? Fuck.

He chuckled. "It's not --all-- a you thing, this is a me thing," he said.

"Oh please don't give me the 'It's not you it's me' talk when we haven't started anything," Marinette interrupted.

He snorted, putting down his empty tea mug on the table. "Yeah, I still want to give you some context," he continued. "First off, I'm not like Dad, I don't want to be a big rock star with all that baggage. I just wanna play music and do small gigs and have fun. I'm not gonna be rolling in money and I can't give you everything that you'd possibly want."

Marinette blinked. "I… already knew that?"

"Second, if you do want to 'start' things I promise you I'm not just going to let you go again."

Marinette bit back a smile. "Alright. Are we entering some kind of agreement here? Is this a pre-nup?" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"We're already getting married?" He laughed.

"Not if you don't want to kiss me!" He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.

Soft, warm, simple. Real.

She placed her hands on his face and brought him in for another kiss, stopping him from pulling back all the way. "More," she breathed out.

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"More?" Luka thought. It was… an odd ask but okay… He was sort of interested in more as well so why not? Except well, there were a few things clarified but he really meant to talk about things in detail before diving into… her mouth like he just did. Her fingers worked their way through his hair, her nails skimming across his scalp sending shivers down his spine. She gave back as much as she was receiving from him in their make-out and if he had to taste only one thing for the remainder of his life he'd want it to be her: sweet, warming, with notes of chamomile, bourbon, vodka, and rum.

This was getting a little too indulgent but most of him didn't mind. One part of him craved this from her, but… wait, shit. Bourbon? Vodka? Rum? She'd been drinking, dumbass. Shit. "Mm--" He tried to say her name to get her attention, maybe slow them down a bit -- okay, a lot -- but she had just leaned back on the couch and he was pulled down with her still relentlessly kissing him. "Mar--" he tried again, but she took that opportunity to take his bottom lip gently between her teeth. One of her hands went to his hips and she grabbed a belt loop and hooked a finger under his jeans, tugging him closer.

Oh boy.

He broke free from her a little reluctantly. "Hold on," he chuckled nervously after pulling back. "Wait a sec."

Her eyes went wide open and she froze. She pulled back her hands and stuttered out a "W-was that bad? S-Sorry! Oh I'm so--"

He pressed two fingers to her lips to stop the torrent of apologies. Apparently the penchant of apologizing for everything wouldn't change about Marinette even if she'd been drinking. "Marinette, you had a few drinks. I don't… I don't think…" He sighed, sitting back up.

"I only had 3?" Marinette squeaked.

"4. You finished off Brielle's."

"I-I think I'm pretty sober?"

"But you're not sure."

"I'm… sober enough, aren't I?"

"I'm not confident making that call."

"But I… I want this," Marinette said quietly but firmly. "I really want this."

The thought that kept mentally slapping Luka across the face was But will you still want this in the morning? Well. He had to be honest with himself. It was really Will you still want me in the morning?

Her knowing the general trajectory of his life and joking about marriage aside, she hadn't said anything about wanting him. Wanting a "this" and wanting to be happy again, sure. Having him along for the ride, sure. But actually wanting him and all he was? Still unclear.

And even if she said she wanted him, would he believe her? She'd been 14, yes, but she said she wanted to date and… never actually followed through, Ladybug duties aside. He sighed to himself. She hadn't been ready. That wasn't her fault. She couldn't tell him then.

But that time of being left behind didn't magically evaporate with an explanation.

He didn't think he was bitter or resentful but all of that was hitting him full-force now. Not again, his head warned him. Not again. You don't have to deal with that. And yeah, he didn't have to deal with that... Sometimes a heartbreak was worth braving.

He needed some time to think about if this was worth braving.

He felt Marinette shuffling at his side but he didn't give in to the temptation to look. He stared down at his hands, his elbows propped on his knees as he slumped forward.

"Can… Can I hear what you're thinking?" Marinette asked softly. There was a little bit of uncertainty in her voice. He didn't say anything for several heartbeats. "Luka?"

Well, at least she didn't call him Adrien. That was a plus. God that'd been once and it still left an awful taste in his mouth. "You should probably head to bed. We can talk later." Later. There was always later. Except he was tired of later. It'd been better when he didn't have to tell himself he could wait. It'd been better when he hadn't had anything to wait for.

Easier. Not better. He had to give her that.

"No," she said. "I'd like to talk now if that's alright. I'd like to… understand." Right, she was better at standing her ground. She wasn't 14 anymore. He wasn't 16 and naïvely hopeful anymore.

He probably wasn't going to sleep anyway. "I don't know how to trust you."

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Shit. Shit shit shit.

Marinette felt the all too familiar cold panic settling on her shoulders like it always did. Of course he didn't trust her, she wouldn't trust herself fully now with how things played out back then. She was definitely getting a headache.

Fucking Cockmoth. Fucking Guardianship. Fucking… Adr--no, she made her peace with Adrien. They were past that now. Fucking… obligations and wrangling all those threads in her life to hold together. Marinette figured she was done with all that, but…

At the epicenter of all of these problems was her. She had to admit, it wasn't her fault but it became her responsibility to treat those around her as fairly as she could. And she hadn't been fair with Luka.

God, she spent hours staring at pictures of Adrien and drooling over every damn appearance. When she tried to get past the crush the whole universe was conspiring to push her to indulge it instead. And worst yet, she did indulge it while trying to date Luka! This was… she should have seen it coming. Who in their right mind wouldn't be at least a little bit wary of her intense obsession over Adrien in her formative years influencing her now? It defined who she was for a long time.

But she was different now, she grew up. She just needed to show it, right?

Wait. There was something about the way he said what he said. "You don't know how to trust me?" He nodded. "Do… do you at all?"

"Mostly." Okay, so there was still a tiny sliver of a chance? "I trust you with almost everything."

"Except?"

"Except me." He paused for a moment. "And you've been drinking."

But! But I… Yeah. "Okay." Her being slightly impaired did make things a little complicated. And maybe that was the reason why she was being a bit impulsive right now, the alcohol was fast-forwarding her decision making process. Marinette let out a breath she held in. "Will you stay here tonight?"

He raised an eyebrow but relented with a "Yeah."

"Come upstairs with me?"

He raised the other eyebrow as well, looking nervous. "Upstairs? To your room?"

"Yes, I wanted to--" It took a second but it clicked. What she asked didn't sound any less impulsive with how he probably interpreted that. "Oh I'm not going to seduce you or anything I just was thinking it'd be nicer for you if you were using my daybed instead of the couch here but I guess it could sound a little like I'm asking for sex which I'm not. I mean unless you consider making-out se--okay nevermind!" Wow, way to go, Marinette. Her face was burning with embarrassment. "I'll bring down a blanket!"

Okay, she had to admit it, she was definitely more than a little tipsy. She felt lightheaded when she stood up quickly. She tried to hide her disorientation as best she could as she walked away, heading toward the ladder leading up to the hatch. She'd been so focused on seeming not-drunk that she bonked her head at the top climbing up. "Ouch!"

"Are you alright?" Luka asked, and even tipsy Marinette could hear the puzzled amusement in his voice.

"I'm fine," Marinette muttered. She forced open the entry and it slammed open on the other side with a loud thunk. Fuck, she wasn't at all convincing him that she was sober. She slipped off her shoes and sat back down on her chaise/daybed, feeling incredibly embarrassed at herself. This was not at all going the way she hoped. He still felt betrayed at the things that happened when she was an idiot teenager. Should she have known? He never told her!

But he never told her because he never thought they'd get back together. That was obvious in the way he said all the things he said.

He did want to be with her. He did want her. But he'd been so hurt by what happened and… she never knew. No, of course she knew, he was akumatized by it. He'd carried that for so long and let her live her life without her knowing. Damn it, she needed to… she needed to make this right.

How could she make this right?

She was unsurprised as she felt the cool streaks of tears falling down her cheeks. In the morning, they'll talk. Ignoring the fact that it was already morning, she knew they both just needed to put this aside and get some rest for now. She heard shuffling and Luka making his way up the ladder. She quickly wiped her eyes.

"Hey, you doing okay?" He had a clear look of concern on his face, kneeling down in front of her. "Is your head hurting?"

"Oh no, sorry, I just spaced out."

"You hit your head that hard?" Luka asked, sounding even more concerned.

"No, no. I-I was… My head's fine, Luka." She sighed. "Just. Thinking, is all. Sorry, let me get the blanket."

He looked up at her a bit more keenly. "You've been crying." A simple statement.

"Yeah," Marinette said quietly, defeatedly. "But I'm okay." She pasted on a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She started getting up but he caught her attention and spoke with some hesitation.

"I don't need the blanket. I'm probably not going to sleep," he said with a half smile, sitting down on the floor in front of her. "Too much going on here," he tapped against his temple. "I'm guessing the same for you?"

"Yeah again," she said, smiling for real this time. "Can we keep talking?"

"We can. I thought it'd be better if you got some rest but sleep isn't coming for either of us anyway." The lights in her room were muted but she could see the bags forming under his eyes. He passed his hands over his chin, lightly scratching at the stubble coming in.

"I was really kind of… no, not kind of. I was awful when we dated before."

"You weren't awful. You just weren't there. I understand that you had Paris to save," he added quickly when she had furrowed her eyebrows. "But the fact remains that I wasn't able to spend any time with you. Juleka kept telling me to watch out and that you dated me only because Adrien wasn't available to date anymore. I was hoping you'd change your mind and you would want to be with me, but then you were making time for him and your other friends while I was left waiting. I'm a human being, Marinette, not a doormat. You forgot about me. It was miserable and I felt like shit. I almost regretted asking you out at all."

⁂

Ah, fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. There were none of his usual filters. He just spewed all that out there. It was all true but maybe he should've let it go? She was young and dumb, anyone at that age was capable of making stupid-ass mistakes. Luka himself made soooo many of them. It'd been like 5 years since their breakup, maybe he should just get over it already. Marinette was in his arms literal minutes ago and he had to go and get like this. And he made her cry again. Nice one, Couffaine.

This was the worst sort of crying. She went absolutely still with a solemn expression, being oppressively silent while the tears fell from her eyes. He felt his mouth go dry and he swallowed. "I--" he cut himself off.

Marinette nodded her head so slightly Luka almost didn't see the motion. "I didn't make time for you," she agreed, her voice tiny and broken.

He suddenly wanted to make a quip about knowing all about time and giving Second Chances to let them both recover but that would be disingenuous and corny as hell. He wasn't so sure he believed in them much anymore. And maybe the way this played out was better anyway, at the very least he needed to own what he said as he couldn't take back his words.

Marinette broke the silence. "I… I wasn't very happy with myself back then. I did make a lot of bad decisions. I didn't give you… much of anything I guess."

He smiled a little. "I still have that pendant."

"I could have given you more. I could have been doing so much more. And I didn't. I didn't," she repeated, a hitch in her voice.

Fuck. He could meet her halfway at least. "It sounded like you had a lot to deal with. You knew your friends better so it makes a lot of sense that you'd prefer to hang out with them. I was just some guy. The brother of a friend. I wasn't that important in the long run."

"Don't say that," Marinette cringed a little. She wrapped her arms around herself. "You were--are important. I was… I was scared. Of a lot of things. A lot of stupid things." She shivered slightly. "I was a little scared of disappointing you. I was scared that maybe I had used you to… make me feel better about myself. I was scared that you'd never see all of me. I was scared that Hawkmoth would use you against me and your family and Paris if you knew I was Ladybug and it happened anyway without you knowing about me. I was so stupid back then."

He sighed. "Hey, please don't beat yourself up. I didn't want to make you feel like you have to explain what happened in the past. I got too… wrapped up in how I felt back then. We didn't work out and that's just life." It hadn't been their time.

Did he still love her? Sure. But they'd been better off as friends. She even made a point of trying to hang out with him nowadays. She told him everything that was on her mind. She gave him small gifts here and there, made it to all of his gigs, invited him to all of her fashion showings. They saw the movies and concerts they wanted to see together. When she felt lost or sad he was the first one she reached out to.

As… friends?

There was this uncomfortable feeling tugging at the back of his mind. He felt it at the base of his skull, a slow dawning realization. But… he almost didn't want to acknowledge it as it could have been just some phantom hope that she would love him like he sometimes dreamed. It was way too easy to get lost in some fantasy.

Maybe he was just scared himself. Scared of being ghosted again if he picked up this hope and tried to make it real. In a roundabout way he was saying that, at least.

Okay. Time to bite the bullet. He leaned forward and put his hand on her elbow. "I know we're hanging out a lot more now. I'm sincerely enjoying all the times we get to do stuff together. I'm grateful that you're giving me all that." This is it. Just say it out loud. "I'm saying that if we want to be more than friends, I'm scared that you're going to leave me again."

Whew. Was that so bad? Actually yeah it was terrifying.

There was a grimace on Marinette's face. "I… I-I understand," she said weakly. "I understand why you'd be afraid of that. But I don't know how to prove to you that I won't?"

It felt like the world shifted, the same as the first time he ever saw her. That earlier hope was coiling around his heart, making it beat faster. "You won't?"

She kept looking pained. "J-Just so you know I t-totally get it if you wanna stay friends or… or something, but I-I want… I know I messed up and I get pretty crazy sometimes so maybe you don't want anything to do with me after this and it's completely your right to do that--"

"Hold on," Luka interrupted her, half anxious and half this is so Marinette. "I'm not--" She put her fingers to his lips to quiet him.

"B-But I have to ask if you could give me a second chance?"

⁂

Marinette pulled her head back a bit and got annoyed at herself. "Sorry, that wasn't supposed to be a pun. O-On your… history as Viperion."

Great, so not only had she made an ass of herself but she just unintentionally punned at Luka. Marinette intensely disliked when Chat had made those inappropriately annoying puns whenever moments were tense. She seemingly picked up the habit, ugh.

Luka laughed and the tension was cut a bit. Maybe Adrien wasn't so wrong to have joked all the time. Luka took her hand into his and pressed his face against her palm. "Alright, alright," he breathed out. Instantly Marinette's heart started beating faster. "I just wanted you to hear me out. You do hear me, right?"

Marinette nodded. "I hear you." There was a slightly rough and tickling sensation under her finger tips as she was able to feel some of his 5-o'clock-shadow (except what was it now, 4am?). Funny, she didn't notice that so much when she'd been kissing him.

"Then you should know that even though I've been scared, I could never stop hoping you'd warm back up to me." He gently folded her hand in his and smiled up at her. "Do you want to go out to dinner with me? We don't have to get married along the way."

"W-Well, yes to dinner, or maybe breakfast? But I mean," Marinette said, attempting for casual but probably still coming across nervous. "Don't throw that whole marriage idea out yet. I'm still not sure how to… prove things?"

He smiled. "Spend some quality time with me. That's all. It doesn't have to be big."

"Okay, breakfast and dinner. And lunch, too." She wanted to spend all the time she could with him. He wasn't asking for much -- to be honest he never asked for much, and this was something she wanted to give.

Luka smiled, probably thinking she was joking. "Think you can get some rest now?" He asked. "I can head back downstairs--"

"No! No, no, I mean, stay here with me. I-If you want."

"You're not trying to seduce me, are you?" He grinned.

"Well, I can," Marinette grinned back. "Can I?"

He seemed a little surprised by that. "Uh," he blushed.

How cute, he got flustered. Capitalizing on that, Marinette leaned forward to wrap her arms around his shoulders, her forehead against his. "I'd really like to," she whispered.

"How... inebriated are you?"

She sighed. "Do you really think I'd be having a coherent conversation with you if I was drunk?"

"You tell me, Ladybug."

"Luka Couffaine, you are a gentleman but I'm merely... warm and not even buzzed anymore. I would definitely still like to seduce you."

He blinked a few times. "Oh." He paused again, thinking it through. He gave a little laugh. "I'd really like that too."

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parkersbliss · 4 years ago

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Press Week | T. Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland X Famous!Actress!Reader

Warnings: no-no words maybe?? sexual innuendo, lots of fluff, lost of dialogue, a lot of 1D references but you probably won’t see them

WC; 3K

synopsis: just three times you and Tom were too adorable during press week

a/n: I had too much fun with this, tbh these are all based of actual interviews so don’t come for me

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

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"I'm Tom Holland."

"That does not sound like me!" Tom protests, mock offense displayed on his face.

"You're right, you're right, my bad. Okay, let me try again," You said, coughing you slap your chest a few times. "I'm Tom Holland!" You said using your best British accent and high pitched voice.

Tom smacks his lips together, rolling his eyes, "And I'm (Y/N) (L/N)!" He said, making sure to do an over the top impression of you.

"And we're answering the internet!" You announced, lifting a jar full of paper slips to the camera. You pull out the first piece of paper, reading it over yourself, thinking over an answer before saying it out loud, "What's your guy's go-to date night?"

You and Tom both look at each other before turning back toward the camera, "Netflix and cuddles."

"Not chill," You clarified, "this is a family-friendly show, Netflix and cuddles."

"Although," Tom objects, "sometimes we chill," he winks at the camera. You slap his arm for the comment and he yelps in pain, "Kidding!"

"Moving on." You hand the jar to Tom and he rummages around a bit before pulling out a random slip of paper.

"What's the worse feeling in the world?"

You pause, tapping your chin as you think. "Oh! Do you know when you're like really excited to get an apple and you go and get it and you're expecting it to be all crisp, juicy and sweet and instead you bite into it and it's kind of soft and a bit dry?"

Tom bursts out laughing next to you, burying his head in his hands as his body shakes with laughter, "oh my god, I love you," He spoke.

"I love you too?" You said although it came as more of a question. You weren't quite sure why Tom was laughing so hard, you were being serious.

He gathers his composure, wiping a few tears from his eyes, "Okay, so now that my girlfriend gave her ridiculous answer."

"It's not ridiculous! You asked and I answered," You interrupted, crossing your arms. Tom rolls his eyes, patting your knee gently.

"The worse feeling in the world for me does not have to do with food," He makes sure to give you the side-eye at the comment, "It’s when (Y/N) gets mad and I'll tell her to 'calm down, baby' I made that mistake once and I never will again."

You nod your head, giving the camera a serious look and pointing a finger, "Seriously don't tell your girlfriend or boyfriend that or they will strangle you."

"I've experienced it firsthand," Tom backs you up, "It's not my preferred method to be choked."

The whole room goes silent and you can feel your cheeks burning up in embarrassment at his comment, of all the things that come out of his mouth he had to say that? Tom glances at you, scratching the back of his neck, he mumbles a sorry and quickly hands you the jar of paper. You’re quick to pull out another question to change topics, "I simp for Tom's biceps any day."

Tom wiggled his eyebrows, flexing his muscles at the camera and you giggle, wrapping an arm around the muscle, "Honestly, me too."

Tom smirks, flexing a bit more and you gasp, making dramatic camera motions as he goes.

"What's the next question, lovie?" he asked.

You dig into the jar pulling out a slip, "How can I die for Tom Holland without being dramatic?"

Tom blushes, letting out a soft chuckle, before looking down at his converse and back toward the camera, "I don't know, maybe just don't die for me?"

You pat Tom's shoulder, flashing an apologetic smile at the camera, "Sorry, he gets flustered easily."

Tom scoffs, swatting your hand away, "do not."

You quirk an eyebrow at him, but say no more and read the next question to yourself, laughing.

Tom looks over your shoulder, before you fold the paper up again, "What? What is it?"

"How can I be (Y/N)'s new boyfriend?"

"Absolutely not!" Tom screams, ripping the paper from your hand, crushing it as you laugh, almost falling off your seat.

"She is perfectly happy with me!" He huffed, chucking the piece of paper offset as you continue to giggle next to him.

"Position already filled," You told the camera, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Tom's cheek.

"I think I’ll be picking the next question." Tom takes the jar from you and pulls out the next one, "If you guys could date anyone else in the world, without offending the other, who would it be?"

"Louis Tomlinson," You said, not missing a beat. At the same time, Tom says, "I wouldn't."

"oh shit," You giggle, biting your lip as you look to Tom.

His mouth falls open as he tosses the paper aside, "Of all the people and you pick my favorite member of One Direction?"

"Well, he's your favorite for a reason, no?" You counter.

"The man's got great hair, I won't lie. He's funny as hell, but I'd like to think my girlfriend prefers me than an ex-boy band member."

"It was a hypothetical question," You reassure him before adding, "but Louis if you're watching this my number is-"

Tom slaps a hand over your mouth, "Don't even think about it."

You stare at Tom, looking back down at his hand and he catches on quickly, "babe," he warns.

You giggle before licking his hand and he retracts it quickly, wiping it down, "Babe," He whines as you laugh.

"We're very professional," You point toward the camera, smirking as Tom continues to wipe his hand on his jeans.

"That's why they put us in this interview together," Tom said, still wiping his hand.

"Anyway," You take the jar back from Tom. "While my boyfriends freaking out because I licked his hand and I literally kissed him this morning, let's move on to the next question." You slip your hand in the jar, mixing up the paper a bit before picking out a random one, "PLEASE bring back the bed selfies."

Tom laughs, "See here's the thing, I would, truly, but (Y/N) doesn't like when I post myself shirtless and I quote, 'looking like perfect boyfriend material.'"

You scoff, "Priorities, Tom, Priorities. I'll let you post them when I get to be cuddled in your chest as well."

Tom shrugs, looking into the camera, "that can be arranged."

...

"We have some very special guests here with us today," The host said, causing all the fans to clap and cheer. "You might know him as the fishbowl man, but ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Jake Gyllenhaal!"

The crowd claps as Jake jogs onto the stage, he stands arms open as he accepts their applause. He makes a more motion with his hands, to which the fans obey. He laughs, taking a bow as he takes his seat on the far end of the table.

"Next up we have the man, the legend, the one who plays your favorite sixteen year old from Queens, Mr. Tom Holland!!"

The crowd loses their mind as Tom strolls onto the stage, he stands, blushing, mouthing thank you as he bows repeatedly, blowing a kiss to the crowd while flexing a muscle. He takes his place next to Jake, tapping his microphone, "I'd like everyone to give a warm welcome to our other new member, you may know her as Eva Rose, but to us, we call her (Y/N) (L/N) or as I like to say, my lovely girlfriend," he winks.

The fans cheer, clapping and screaming as you take the stage. You smile, waving back at them and blowing a kiss, doing a little shimmy to your seat, where Tom pulls you down for an innocent kiss that makes the fan scream.

"I'd like to welcome our next guest, my best friend, and a walking goddess Zendaya!" You said into the mic. She struts onto stage, doing a little twirl as the fans cheer. She waves, grinning as she bows and takes her place next to you.

"And finally, we have, everyone's favorite, the only reason you want to see this movie, Jacob Batalon!" Tom grinned, waving his best mate on stage. Jacob runs on, fanning himself in mock excitement, laughing as he takes the last seat.

"Hey, guys! How is everyone?" The interviewer asks.

"We're good!" Tom said, waving to all the fans, "happy to be here."

"So this your second movie and obviously the cast has changed a bit, can you tell us what it was like working with them?"

Tom nods his head, looking toward Zendaya and Jacob, "Um, I think it was a really cool experience working with (Y/N) and Jake. It was kind of surreal to be working with such big names in the business, ya know? I met the love of my life on set too, so that was kind of a big plus."

You shrug, leaning into the mic, "it was just a big plus, that's all it was."

"Trust me, you didn't want to be on set when (Y/N) wasn't around. All Tom would do is gush about her for hours on end. I thought my ears were going to fall off," Zendaya pipes up, laughing as Tom goes red in the face.

"He got the girl, didn't he?" Jake asked.

You nod your head, "I think he did, not quite sure."

Tom swings his arm over your shoulder, "No I definitely did."

You look up at him, taking the chance to press a quick kiss to his lips and he hugs you a bit closer. Jake rolls his eyes as Jacob and Zendaya fake gag.

"You should've seen them on set, it was horrific."

The interviewer laughs, "I assume that means you guys have some embarrassing stories to tell?"

"Plenty."

The interviewer goes around asking questions about the movie-making process, filming, stories from the set, and questions from fans. You unscrewed the lid to your water bottle, taking a sip and Tom uses the opportunity to gently tilt it upwards, causing more water to come out. You cough, wiping down the water that drips down your chin as you glare at Tom. He smirks, giving you a coy smile and you have to resist the urge to slap it right off his face. A few fans had noticed the interaction and were pointing to you two, giggling. You lean over, whispering in Tom's ear, "I'm going to get you back for that."

He turns toward you, covering his mic, "I'd like to see you try."

"If you could play any other character, who would you want to play?" The interviewer asks.

Tom uncovers his mic, leaning in to answer, "Um, I think I'd like to play-"

You poke him in his cheek and he turns his head toward you, "yes?"

"Nothing carry on."

"As I was saying I think I'd like-"

You poke him again.

"Babe."

"Nothing."

He continues speaking and this time you let him go a bit longer before yet again, poking him in his cheek, this time he continues, swatting your hand away, only restoring in you poking him more as he continues to try and speak.

"I'm sorry," Tom said, "My girlfriend is making it very hard to answer."

You smile sweetly, "No one cares what you have to say anyway. I'd love to play MJ."

Zendaya laughs, "I'd like to play maybe... Shuri could be a lot of fun."

The interviewer moves on to some fan questions, handing them mics so they could talk to you.

"Hi my name is Isaac," One of them said.

"Hi, Isaac!" You all chorused.

"I'd like to first say I love you, (Y/N)."

You place a hand on your hear, "I love you more."

Isaac laughs, cheeks tinted a fair shade of pink.

"Seriously," You add.

Tom sits beside you, pointing to himself, giving the audience a quizzical look, "look like she's moved on already," He pouts.

You roll your eyes, "I'm sorry, Isaac. Tom's quite clingy."

Tom grabs your hand in his as if to prove your point. He kisses your hand softly.

Isaac chuckles, "my question is, do you ever get jealous of Tom and Jake's marriage?"

Jake bursts out laughing, slamming his fist down on the table as he regains his composure, "That was the best question ever."

"Um, no, no, I don't get jealous. It's hard to when you're just the side chick," You replied.

Tom's head is buried in his hands as he and Jake laugh.

"See what I mean? There was never a competition, Jake already won."

...

Tom held a small bin in his hand, full of tiny slips of paper, "So it's like charades, but with words?"

The interviewer nods, "Right, so there's something on the paper and you have to describe it without saying anything on the card, you have five minutes."

"I can do that," Tom muses, "can we start?"

The interviewer nods and Tom pulls out the first piece of paper, reading it to himself, Your first date.

"Um, it was you and me," Tom starts, "we were on set, in my trailer and we ordered some crappy pizza-"

"Our first date?" You asked. Tom nods throwing the paper away.

"I thought the pizza was quite nice," You mumbled.

Tessa

Tom makes a barking noise, not even looking up from the paper as you immediately said, Tessa.

Tom breaking his nose

"Okay, this happened to me once on set this year. It has to do with my facial structure, it happens more often then I'd like."

"Face fillers!" You said.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that. I've done this about three times, it normally involves blood and bruises, the directors hate when it happens..."

You think about it for a bit, staring at Tom's face, "Oh, you breaking your nose!"

He nods, grabbing the next paper. (Y/N)'s iconic premiere look.

"You do break it a lot, your poor nose."

He shrugs, "'s fine now, hospitals work magic."

"It's actually my kisses that heal his nose," You corrected.

Tom nods his head, smiling up at you, "Okay, um, my girlfriend, she went to a thing and was dressed in like a-"

"My red carpet look?"

He crushes the paper, "You did look gorgeous, lovie."

"I know."

"I don't know why I even bother with compliments."

First kiss

Tom thinks about it for a bit, before tapping his lips gently and holding up his pointer finger. You tilt your head to the side, before leaning in to kiss him softly. You pull back only for Tom to grab the back of your neck and bring your lips against his again.

"Wasn't asking for a kiss, baby, but I won't complain."

"What is it then?"

He taps his lips again, "We were on set, having a funny face competition and you made a duck face and I thought you wanted to do a thing and so I did a thing."

You burst out laughing, "our first kiss?"

Tom grins, cheeks dusted pink, "yeah."

He grabs another piece of paper, Tom spoiling movies.

"Marvel hates me because of this."

"You spoiling movies."

(Y/N)'s strange love for apples

"We were in an interview and I asked a question and you immediately replied with the most ridiculous answer ever-"

"Apples."

When (Y/N) stepped on a snake

Tom laughs, taking a minute to calm down as he remembers the vivid memory, "We were in Australia, on our way back from the beach and there was an ssssss."

You stare at Tom as he does an impression of a snake, making a hissing noise and moving his hands and head in a (what you assumed) was a slithering motion. If you were being honest, you knew exactly what the card said but you quite liked Tom doing an impression of a snake, "when I stepped on a snake."

He snaps his fingers, "yes!"

"In my defense, the snake was the same color as the sidewalk and It didn't make any noise, but uh, it was pretty scary, it hissed and I ran."

"I've never seen her run so fast in her life," Tom added, "I almost couldn't keep up with her."

Tom's fear of spiders

"It's ironic, I'm terrified of what I am."

"Your fear of spiders."

He pulls the next card, "You for some reason think this guy is better than me-"

"Shawn Mendes? Harrison? Niall Horan? Dylan O'Brien?" You list off on your fingers.

Tom hides his face in his hands, "oh my god."

"Oh! It's Jacob!"

"I don't know why I bother with you."

You giggle, grabbing one of his hands to hold, squeezing it gently, "Is it Louis Tomlinson?"

He tosses the paper to the side and you kiss his cheek, "I only think he's hotter."

"Gee thanks, babe."

"I love you," You whispered, making a kissy face. He sighs, leaning in to press your lips together, noses brushing.

"M'kay, sure you do," He mumbled, grabbing the last few pieces of paper.

"You guys have five seconds left," The interviewer announces, startling you both.

Tom blinks, looking down at the few pieces of paper in his hands, "I shouldn't even bother, should I?"

You shake your head no and he looks to the interviewer who gives him a thumbs up to keep going.

"My best mate, he went to go get us something and he came back and managed to make a mess."

"That's extremely vague, but I'm guessing when Harrison spilled coffee all over himself?" You inquired, Tom tosses the paper in which you take a sign that you were right.

Tom nods, grabbing the last piece of paper. He gets down on one knee, gently taking your hand in his.

"Oh! You and Jake’s marriage."

He nods, getting back up and sitting next to you. He tosses the now empty bin behind him.

“Man, you’re so lucky to be married to such an amazing guy.”

Tom shrugs, smirk playing on his lips, “I guess he’s alright, would’ve preferred someone else though.”

You gasp, bringing a hand in front of your mouth, clearly displaying the diamond ring on your finger. Tom looks at it, shrugging as he turns to face the camera. You wink, blowing a kiss, making sure the diamond reflected in the light, “oh really, who’s the lucky person?"

Tom winks, holding up your interlocked hands, two rings set on each, "Who knows?"

— End —

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hizashis-lil-bunbun · 4 years ago

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BNHA Valentine’s Day Headcanons!

Happy first day of February! Some of my Discord friends and I were brainstorming how different My Hero characters would celebrate Valentine’s Day. So let’s give ‘em a whirl! All characters are adults or aged up to be 18+ in these scenarios.

Big thanks to @varnienne, @emmappelle, @sweet-darling91, @donica95, and @katsontherun for letting me bounce ideas off of them. 💖

⚠️MOSTLY FLUFF BUT THERE IS SOME NSFW AHEAD!⚠️

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

SFW

Gotta start with my blonde bby. And the best way I can describe his ideal Valentine’s is BIG and LOUD!

He’s never been one shy away from telling you how he feels, but he’s especially talkative on V-Day. Going on and on about how lucky he is, how much he loves you, etc.

It’s love songs all day, baby! From blasting modern pop songs while he makes breakfast to sweet, old-fashioned tunes that he makes you slow dance with him to in the living room. He’s a true romantic (and a surprisingly good dancer to boot).

And he might even (re: definitely will) serenade you. The man is a musician after all! In fact, don’t be surprised if Hizashi wrote a song just for you.

As far as gifts go, Hizashi goes all out. He’s a hero and a celebrity, with the salaries to match. So you can expect a few big ticket items. Plus, he’s a good listener. If you ever mentioned something you needed/wanted/expressed interest in, chances are it will arrive wrapped up in red and pink paper on the day.

“Hey little listener! Remember how ya said you might wanna try painting? No? Well I turned the spare room into a studio for ya anyways! Maybe you can make me something to hang up at the station, yeah?”

But just because his gifts are expensive and flashy, that doesn’t mean he devalues your own. Hizashi will blubber and gush over anything you give him, from lavish luxuries to a something as simple as a homemade card. Loudly I might add. Make sure to have earplugs handy.

Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of having a radio star as your partner is that he’ll most likely have to work on Valentine’s Day. It’s even worse if he had teach that day as well. So don’t count on any fancy dinners until after the 14th.

But if you tune into his station on the day (and you will), there will be at least three or four songs dedicated to “his favorite little listener.”

NSFW

Even if he can’t be with you on the actual night, he’s definitely going to make up for lost time. Mood music, candlelight, the whole nine yards. He wants to romance you. To make you feel as good as you make him feel everyday.

Oral and overstimulation are the name of the game, and Hizashi is a giver through and through. He’s happy as a clam once he’s got his face buried between your legs, making you cum for the umpteenth time that night. Seriously, does he ever come up for air?

Praise is also a big thing for him. It flows from his mouth like the sweetest wine. And with his quirk, every whispered word and groan against your body feels just as intoxicating. Good vibrations indeed.

He also loves it when you’re vocal. No love song can compete with the way you cry and moan under his touch. He’ll make you sing for him all night long and into the morning hours.

“Damn, baby. I love you so damn much. Love the way you look cumming on my tongue. Think you can do it again?”

Eijiro Kirishima

SFW

Okay. This boy adores Valentine’s Day! Like it’s his favorite holiday.

And how can he not? Everything in the stores is red! He can stock up on red merchandise for the rest of the year in the span of a week. And believe me, he does.

This means his partner should expect a lot of the cliché gifts on the big day: teddy bears, heart-shaped boxes, and red roses to name a few. Oh, and he’s definitely got a stockpile of cheesy, punny Valentine cards centered around his and his friend’s hero personas.

His favorite is the one that says “I think you’re a Red Riot! Be my Valentine?” But maybe that’s partially because it came from you.

Kirishima doesn’t just shower you with crimson trinkets; he buys treats for everyone! Especially his closest friends. To him, Valentine’s is all about showing the people he loves most just how much he cares. And it’s honestly adorable to see him practically bouncing off the walls in excitement when he finds a little red treasure for this year’s celebration.

“Babe! Look at that red shark plushie. It looks just like me! So manly!”

*proceeds to buy seven of them: one for him, one for you, and one for everyone in the Bakusquad + Tetsutetsu*

But at the end of the day, once all the chocolates and stuffed animals have been given away, he’ll make sure you know there’s no one he loves more than you. He spends the final hours alone with you, eating a home cooked meal and cuddling on the couch. Times like these are his favorite, just being to hold you close and appreciate your presence in his life.

Fair warning though. You’ll probably end up watching some some cheesy romcom, cuz he loves those too.

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Of course, the red theme continues in the bedroom: red rose petals, red sheets, even a set of red lingerie he bought just for the occasion. Which he proceeds to rip apart minutes after you’ve gotten them on. Hope they weren’t too expensive.

Kirishima tries to be gentle with you, he really does. Savoring your pleasure and letting your orgasms crest and fall naturally. He wants to see you cooing and boneless by the end of the night.

But sometimes he underestimates his own strength and gets a little rougher than expected. Maybe he gives too sharp of a love bite, or squeezes your hips a little too hard. But it’s all done out of passionate love, so you don’t mind too much.

You might actually prefer it if he gets a little rougher.

However, if you wanna get kinky, there is one thing Kiri’s always down for: pulling you over his knee for a good, old-fashioned spanking. His quirk is perfect for it, hardening the palm of his hand just before it smacks down on the soft flesh. It’s like he has a set of built-in paddles. Trust me, if you let him get into a good rhythm, by the end of the night your ass will match the Valentine’s decor perfectly.

“Not pushing you too hard am I, beautiful? I know I can be unbreakable sometimes, but I never want to break you. I love you too much to do that.”

Mirio Togata

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TBH, before he met you, Mirio was a bit of a player (which is kinda canon). Like “has a different date every year” player.

And can you blame him? He’s a total heartbreaker with that (le)million dollar smile and those baby blue eyes. He got so much Valentine’s chocolate from girls in high school, it was sickening! But with you, things are different.

For starters, he’s not so big on material gifts. Giving or receiving.

“How could I want anything more when I’ve got my sunshine right here?”

No, this sweet himbo is all about making memories with his partner! Sharing experiences and spending as much quality time together as possible.

So he plans everything days, sometimes weeks, in advance. Budgeting his time and money to squeeze as much love into a single day as humanly possible.

The moment you wake up on February 14th, he hits the ground running. Quite literally! He’s practically doing laps around your bedroom in his excitement to get the day started.

Valentine’s Day with Mirio turns out to be a marathon of couple activities. Bike riding to a local café for breakfast. Sight-seeing in Tokyo followed by ice cream in the afternoon. He even manages to sniff out a carnival for you to go to in the evening, letting you run amok on the rides and games. And yes, he definitely spends too much money trying to win you one of those giant stuffed animals.

By the end of the day, you’re thoroughly spent and just want to snuggle up next to him. And maybe have a late night snack of chocolate. Mirio is more than happy to indulge you, even offering to carry you home. Anything to be close to his precious sunshine.

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Despite your sleepiness and aching feet, Mirio insists he has one last surprise to give you. So he asks you to lay face-down on the bed and wait for him. Naked of course.

Once he finds what he’s looking for, he straddles your tailbone with his thighs and squirts something slippery onto your back. You yelp at the cold sensation and that earns a laugh from Mirio. He tells you it’s massage oil. One specifically designed to relieve muscle tension.

It’s like he knew you’d be sore after his day of non-stop adventuring. Almost like he planned it... What a smooth criminal.

It makes sense though. Maybe it’s because his quirk requires him to pass through things, but physical touch is his primary love language. Nothing grounds him quite like having you in his arms, worshiping every inch of your body.

He works you over, kneading at the muscles in your back, hips, and legs with steady pressure and prescision. He even rubs your feet, making the earlier pains melt away into bliss.

You’re almost too sleepy and relaxed to realize one of his hands is creeping up your body until it’s too late. Next thing you know, he’s curling his fingers into you, amplifying the pleasure of the massage in a new way. Like I said, Mirio’s a smooth criminal when he wants to be.

“Feeling good, sunshine? Yeah, I’ll bet you are. You always look so cute like this... just makes me want to kiss you all over. Maybe I will! But I think you’re still a little tense right... here.”

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