#the amount of cute dresses you two would buy for her... the way he would jump up to every ride at the park only to play with her...

[kelin-is-writing]

i hope you're rdy bc i have 3 dabi thoughts in total for you but i'll send them individually 🧍

alright let's start off easy xD

the fandom's thoughts on how dabi would react to finding out his s/o is pregnant seem to go in two different directions. either he's terrified and leaves for good or he sees it as a chance to prove that he's better than his dad. personally i usually go with the second one bc i want him to be happy xD

which leads us straight to girl dad dabi 🥺 i'll never get enough of thinking about dabi with a little girl that takes after him in a way that's almost scary. they have the same stunning blue eyes and it helps him learn to love them bc now they don't remind him of his dad anymore but his daughter instead.

she has the same unruly hair as him and it's a real pain to get under control. dabi even learns to braid her hair (it takes a while tho lmao) bc she always wants him to do it :3

your daughter also turns out to be a picky eater. her daddy doesn't like smt? she doesn't like it either. but this works the other way round as well. her daddy loves smt? she loves it as well. this becomes a little worrying tho after a while when the little girl starts to show interest in fighting heroes and worst of all: arson 💀

one time you find her in her room smearing watercolors all over her face and arms - purple to be exact - bc she wants to look just like her dad. and when you tell her that she can't get the staples she so desperately wants it breaks her little heart 😭

STOP RIGHT THERE MILK. STOP. RIGHT. THERE. MILK.

do you want me to cry? do you want me to shed tears so bad? like... the way dabi would absolute dote on his daughter, treating her with the outmost love and respect, never missing a chance to spend some quality time with you both like going to the sea or have late afternoon walks, granting every single wish of hers under your tender glance and smile like– he’s so gonna make sure she gets all the love, appreciation and attention your daughter wants and deserves.

“dad, i want some candies!”

“sure thing lil mochi.”

“dad! i want that plushie!”

“right away little pixie.”

“the moon looks so pretty!”

“i’m on it.”

“dabi no—”

at some point you gotta step in because he’s so ready to comply to every single request she does, even the craziest ones, a single syllable of your daughter and dabi is already on the move with the most chill and stoic face ever.

like that one time the three of you went to the zoo and your daughter said a simple “mr. lion looks so majestic, i love it so much!”, the next thing you know dabi was climbing up the fence, with the guards yelling at him that he can’t while you stand there trying to hide yourself behind your hands, not from the embarrassment but because of laughters since you didn’t expect him to do something so extreme “my daughter wants a lion and i’m gonna give her that fucking lion, ya heard me?!”, yeah no, he’d definitely go ballistic at any request from his little mochi.

in the end you guys got away with a plushie of a lion that your daughter loves, but to which dabi clicked his tongue at because he wanted to give her the real thing and not a miniaturised version of it, in all this you’re just laughing amused at funny all this situation was for you.

and i’m not allowing anyone to fight me about this, he would 100% read your daughter fairytales before going to sleep. dabi would lay with her on her small bed letting your daughter use his chest as cushion while he reads with soft soothing voice the fairytale of the night, once she’s asleep he would gently tuck her in and kiss her on the forehead lovingly, because she is one of the most precious existences to him.

and as you looked at them tenderly from the doorway, arms crossed to your chest, you really thought that dabi’s initial fear of not being a good dad was for nothing because he turns out to be an awesome dad for the splendid daughter you two have.

[cloudzoro]

Forever | Roronoa Zoro ♡

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genre: smut (minors dni)

pairings: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

cw: unprotected sex, established relationship, size kink, marriage proposal, husband and wife are used multiple times, Zoro decides that maybe he does care about love, gross couple flirting, I'm british so I say sun cream instead of sunscreen x

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“I know we can't get married. Being reputable pirates, no one would risk having a legal record of us in their registry. But I don't give a fuck about a ridiculous party or a piece of fucking paper."

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Zoro isn't marriage material. At least, that's what he thinks. He's never been interested in marriage, and he was never interested in sex or relationships until he met you. The natural progression of your relationship from acquaintances to friends to lovers was slow and casual. There were no grand gestures, emotional confessions or anything else from those horrid romance books you read that make Zoro gag. He had never officially asked you out. One day, after months of flirting and sleeping together, Sanji was getting a little too close to you and Zoro barked at the cook to leave his girl alone. You never denied that you were his girl and later on that night, when he was fucking you into the mattress, you confirmed that you were his and only his.

It's a gorgeous day at sea, and you're out on the deck sunbathing with Nami. Zoro observes you as you lean back with your eyes closed. He tries to continue his daily workout but keeps getting distracted by your figure. Usually, he'd go elsewhere to work out, but with the horny cook hanging around the ship, he doesn't want to take any chances.

Not long into Zoro’s workout, he feels your eyes on him. He turns to meet your eyes, and the way you're hungrily watching him makes him flex his muscles a little harder. You watch him for a few minutes before softly calling his name.

“What is it?” he grunts, acting unbothered. You flash him a grin, holding a bottle of sun cream.

“I can't reach my back”, you pout, and He responds with an eyeroll. He walks over to your sun lounger and sits carefully on the edge. He takes the bottle from your hand and squeezes it.

“Turn over for me”, He instructs. Zoro squirts a generous amount of the cream on his hands. His large hands rub and trace everywhere they can over your back. Zoro uses sun cream as if it's lotion to massage you. As his hands work their magic on your tightly-wound back muscles, the cute noises falling from your lips make his cock twitch.

“Do you two mind not doing your awkward foreplay out here?” says Nami as she tries to ignore you and soak up the sun. “y'know I can't reach my back either”, her tone teasing, clearly mocking the two of you.

“What a shame”, Zoro deadpans. He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade and gets back to his workout.

“Damn, I guess back rubs are wifey exclusives,” says Nami sarcastically. Neither you nor Zoro respond, but the word ‘wife’ rings in his head for the rest of the afternoon. Zoro's not one for marriage, but he thinks you'd look beautiful in a wedding dress.

A few days later, You're on a new island and pass a jewellery shop. You stop to look at the jewellery in the window, and Zoro stands behind you, eyeing the ring display. Thoughts of slipping a beautiful gold ring on your finger and claiming you as his forever taunt him. You're pirates. You could never have a legally recognised wedding. He makes a note of the ring that had caught your eye and thinks to himself that he must be crazy. If you had told Zoro from a few years ago that he'd be contemplating buying a ring for you and ‘marrying’ you, he'd laugh in your face and call you an idiot.

Once your short adventure on the new island is wrapped up, he tells you to go on back to the ship as he needs to take a detour. He instructs Chopper to take care of you, and the tiny reindeer gives a dramatic salute and promises the swordsman to get you home in one piece.

Zoro arrives home about twenty minutes after you and heads straight to your room, where you're already waiting for him. He thinks about dropping to his knees and asking you to marry him the traditional way, but nothing you've ever done has been traditional. You're literally pirates, after all. His heart squeezes when he sees you waiting for him, and it's almost painful. It passes him off how soft he is for you. You've tamed a demon; all it takes is a pretty smile from you, and he's ready to give up his entire life for you.

When you jump up from your shared bed - Franky had installed a couples suite not long after you'd started dating - to greet him, Zoro immediately backs you to the edge of the bed. He connects his lips to yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth as your hand slides into his hair. He lifts you so you wrap your legs around him, and then he sits on the edge of the bed so you can straddle him. His hands grip your ass and guide you over his hard cock. He groans at the pressure of you over his lap, and it seems you're getting impatient as you whine and rock your hips faster.

Zoro smiles into the messy kiss as he flips you so you're on your back, and he's hovering over you. Your legs are locked around his hips, keeping him pressed against you. He reaches to your lounge shorts and pulls them off with your assistance. He then moves to your top, groping your chest.

“Take this off for me, pretty girl”, he rasps, his voice making your pussy throb. You follow through with his request and remove your shirt alongside your bra. He leans down to kiss and lick over the skin of your chest. His thorough worship of your tits and lack of attention to your pussy have you growing desperate for him. He listens in amusement as you whine for him to touch you. Your voice is the prettiest thing he's ever heard. Your voice is as precious to him as the sound of a blade swinging through the air. His life was all swords, blood and guts until you showed up. Sometimes, he resents you and your determination because he's lost all credibility among the crew after being caught behaving softly with you. “Tell me what you want, baby. I'll give it to you, I promise.”

“I just want you”, You whimper, using your legs to push him against your soaked panties.

“you've already got me. I'm right here” You should have known he'd want a more specific answer from you.

“I want your cock, Zoro. Please” He's almost flat against you at this point, body pressing you down into the mattress.

“You'll get my cock, I promise. Just answer something for me first.” He asks, and you try to clear your thoughts as you nod. “You're mine, right? forever?”

You are. In every sense of the word, you are his. He's yours, too. He has been since you flashed your pretty smile at him. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Zoro feels nervous. You nod, telling him that you'll always be his. He digs around in his pocket, and at first, you don't have time to process what he has in his hands because he kisses you aggressively. You feel cold metal press against your ring finger, and your eyes snap open, pushing Zpro back slightly to talk to him.

“Is that a ring?” you ask, and he sheepishly nods. You've never seen Zoro this shy as he attempts to explain himself.

“I know we can't get married. Being reputable pirates, no one would risk having a legal record of us in their registry. But I don't give a fuck about a ridiculous party or a piece of fucking paper. You don't have to consider this a marriage proposal. You can call it a promise ring or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. I just wanted something to symbolise that you're mine and no one else. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you” You're stunned into silence by his heartfelt words; he's never been this open and vulnerable with anyone. Part of him thinks you've broken him.

“Are you asking me to be your wife?” you ask, finally getting a look at the ring. Zoro nods, dropping his head to your neck. He reminds you it doesn't have to be a marriage thing. You're constantly out getting into fights and life-threatening situations, so he feels a tangible symbol of your relationship might help keep peace of mind. A small thing to ground you when the world around you gets too hectic. You pull Zoro's head from the crook of your neck so you can look him in the eyes. He's embarrassed about his secret sappiness, but he's secure in his feelings about you.

“I'd love that”, You breathe, leaning up to kiss him, and he's slipping the ring onto your finger within seconds. That's it. He's your husband now. When he's done exploring your mouth with his tongue, he moves his wet kisses down to your neck. He leaves a smattering of purple and red marks over your beautiful tits and traces his tongue down your body. During his descent down your body, he whispers. When he kisses your neck, he tells you that he's a lucky man to have someone like you. He tells you you're beautiful and intelligent as he kisses your tummy. When he kisses your thighs, he tells you how much he admires your strength.

His hand grips your underwear, and he tears it from your body. He adjusts so he's lying on his front between your legs. He leans down to lick at your pussy. His mouth feels so good. You try to lift your hips to grind into his mouth, but one of his large hands holds your hips down. He brings his other hand to your mouth and presses two fingers against your lips. You greedily accept his fingers into your mouth, getting them all nice and slick for him. He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them into your hole as he suctions his mouth onto your clit. The combination of his fingers and tongue makes you cum embarrassingly fast, and your legs squeeze his head as the pleasure takes over. Your husband stays in place, licking and fingering you through your high, prepping you for his huge cock. Zoro sits on his knees and admires you when your deep breaths begin to subside. His beautiful wife, laid out in the sheets, looking up at him with a dazed expression. You look satisfied, and that makes pride bloom in Zoro's chest. He removes his trousers to join you in your nakedness and taps the head of his fat cock against your sensitive clit.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” he asks, teasingly rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Please, Zoro” you whine. “Please fuck me.” He'd never say no to you, and as long as he's aboard this ship, no one else is going to either. He pushes his cock, now slick with your juices, into your hole. You both moan at the way your walls have to stretch to accommodate his size. He's no stranger to teasing you, but now that your warm wet cunt is wrapped around his cock, all he can think about is fucking you open. He starts with a brutal pace; he can't help it, your pussy is addicting. He's convinced you have him under some kind of spell.

“Perfect fucking pussy was made for me,” he punctuates each word with a harsh thrust. “This is mine. All mine,” he says.

You try to respond, but you're constantly interrupted by your own moans. Zoro has you whining and gripping the bedsheets beneath you. You feel how deep he is, and the way his hand presses onto your tummy over where his cock is inside you makes your legs tremble. You're close already, and you're rapidly approaching delirium. You're mindlessly babbling about how much you love him and how big his cock is. Zoro may be busy thoroughly fucking your sweet pussy, but he's still listening intently to every slurred word that leaves your mouth.

“I love you too, baby,” he says, responding to your shaky rambling. “You ready to cum for me? he asks with a hungry smile on his face. It always shocks you how Zoro went from someone who couldn't care less about sex to someone who can't go a day without seeing you cream on his cock. You're dangerously close, and Zoro can feel it, too. The way your pussy pulses around his cock. The perfect vice grip of your pussy has him just as desperate. He leans down so your foreheads are touching and rocks his hips harder. You hold on to his biceps as he drills into you, trying to pour all his feelings about you into every thrust.

Your orgasm starts small in your lower stomach, and the satisfying tingly feeling spreads outwards till your hands and feet are numb. You cum hard, gushing around his cock while the squeezing of your walls drags Zoro over the edge with you. He cums inside you, filling up with every last drop of cum. After one last heavy thrust from the large man, he slowly pulls out and lies next to you.

“Y/n,” he says, voice raspy from the moaning and exhaustion. You hum in response to show him you're listening. “if you want, in the next place we dock, we can look for a proper registry office”, he says.

“Yeah, because they're gonna see two pirates with high bounties and scary nicknames and let us in,” you say sarcastically, covering the fact that you really would like that.

“I'm sure we can find at least one,” he says. You hold up your left hand, showing off your ring.

“This is enough for me, though”, you muse, admiring the jewellery.

“Agreed” Zoro lifts his left hand, and a gold wedding band sits on his finger. You hadn't even noticed because you were so busy getting ravaged by him.

“I love you,” he says. He didn't care much for love until he met you. “You're mine, forever.”

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How does your future spouse flirt?

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Pile 1

I see them being a little toxic but in a good way like more so In a teasing manner. He would like to show off his muscles and pick you up ya know do pushups with you on his back🥴. I can see him being very romantic nothing too much when he kisses you it's really fast and deep. After the first kiss he's working fast to get you in bed I don't think it's that hard tho 🤣 you fall for this persons face they may have a cute little doll face or just be really pretty to you and that's what you like. They like buying you things bracelets and stuff may even get you a necklace with something very special to the both of you on it. They may spy on you? They call that flirting I guess 😜. They like taking you on plenty of dates , anywhere you say you want to go the next day he will surprise you and take you. You may complain about work and he would give you a massage to help you lose stress. They definitely like doing your hair if they do that. They could simply like to cuddle and watch a movie they just like spending time with you doing anything. Your person really likes physical touching so anytime you two are touching they are definitely flirting.

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Pile 2

He loves to worship you like anything you want you can have it 2 times. He loves spending large amounts of money on you even if it's dumb shit and you don't need it but simply because you can. I see you might be a little spoiled it's giving daddy's little girl 🫣. He loves to take you on far away trips I am seeing when Aladdin took Jasmine and showed her a whole new world 🌎. They also fix things for you like let's say the cabinet door fell off in 5min it's back up. Believe me this dude wasted no time trying to make you happy . Anything that makes you happy he will get you even if it seems impossible HE WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN honestly he's such a sweet guy🥹.

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Pile 3

Your future is very shyyyy 🫣 so I don't see a whole lot of like physical touching. I think you two are like dating online 😂 I see a lot of flirty text. I think you both are very shy and that's why I am barely getting any info 😅. Or they are a very closed off person in General. I do see them really wanting to hold hands tho and like other soft things. I can feel the blush all over my face literally flushed with fever 🥵. I think they find you too beautiful to even touch at times and just want to keep you safe and clean like a porcelain doll. He likes to keep you dolled up all like a princess you both may be into dressing like royalty. Roleplay?

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[luvrdrop]

#“ SPOIL HER “ !!

ft. chifuyu matsuno x afab reader!

synop: you and your boyfriend went out shopping and he was mesmerized by not only the skirt you had on, but the skimpy clothes you were picking.

cont: public sex ( in a sex store bathroom ), fingering ( f receving! ), sucking dick while driving loll, petnames sweetie, sweetheart, pretty, baby!, unprotected sex!

“ you ready yet, princess? “ chifuyu called out after turning the kitchen light off before you popped out from down the hallway, purse and phone in hand. chifuyu found himself looking you up and down, at the outfit you had chosen. a cute little crop top, with a very short skirt. he wasn’t going to scold you or tell you to change, chifuyu wasn’t that type of boyfriend.

he enjoyed seeing you all happy to dress up in your little outfits and twirling around in the mirror when you found something you liked. he could never break your little heart by telling you to change. after you both loaded in the car, he drove you to the mall. where you would be spending most of your day.

chifuyu held your bags as you went from store to store, picking out shoes, bags, clothes, anything cute you laid your pretty little eyes on. he never cared about a price, no amount of money spent could compare to the sweet smile plastered over your face when you got what you wanted, you were just too cute. and quite honestly, you gave him a run for his money without even realized. even when you tried to decline his offers of buy the things you may have shown liking to, he was always a step ahead, already placing it in the cart or adding it to his digital cart ready to check it out.

he had no will in his heart to tell you no.

after a couple of hours of shopping, you landed in a sex store. you were looking around at the lingerie and cute little toys they had. you bent down in front of chifuyu to look at something and he almost lost it. the way your ass looked, poked up in the air like that had him going insane. and you kept doing it, as if it was on purpose. so when you found yourself in the bathroom, pressed up against the wall with your boyfriend’s tongue all over your neck, you weren’t surprised.

you were panting, as he licked and sucked leaving dark marks all over your chest and neck, your thighs clenching together. “ f-fuyu.. please.. “ you whimpered out for him to touch you more, anywhere. “ mmm? “ he asked while he lapped at the fat dark mark left on your skin. “ what you want baby? “ he asked, looking up at you with a shit eating grin. “ fuyu.. it’s-.. drippin out.. “ you stammered, feeling a bit of your arousal leaking down your trembling thigh. “ would’ya look at that.. “ you looked down and seen that your boyfriend was almost on his knees, peeping under your skirt.

he smirked at the sight of your throbbing cunt, dripping with slick. “ you didn’t put any panties on.. you forgot baby? “ he asked sweetly, running his finger up your thigh to catch the dripping wetness, before rubbing that same finger up and down your clit. “ hngh- fuyu! “ you cried out, reaching down to grab at his arm. “ ah ah, stop. don’t touch me, sweet girl. “ he demanded. you whined out at the command. “ s’ okay, pretty. i’ll help you.. spread em. “ he pulled your legs apart a bit as you leaned on the bathroom sink, you felt him push you back further, so you held onto the side of the sink, placing your weight on it and lifting your thighs, “ baby.. you look so pretty like this.. “ he said as he placed two fingers into your sopping hole, his eyes were locked to yours. as you felt his digits enter you, you gasped. this caused him to rub his thumb on your clit to soothe you.

“ s’ okay, baby. “ he cooed, his eyes were now amusingly watching how your pussy sucked in his fingers, drenching almost his whole entire hand. your head threw back in pleasure as he finger fucked you into oblivion. you gripped onto the cold sink, your rings clinking against it as you squeezed on it, chifuyu sped up his finger movements, you were getting close already.

you felt a hand clasp around the back of your head pulling you upwards just enough to look straight forward, you were met with your boyfriend’s pretty eyes. “ you’re so cute, baby.. “ he said, his voice low and sensual. you felt like you were going to lose your mind. “ you can’t cum.. not yet, sweetheart. “ he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you to whine from the feeling of him pulling away from you. he helped you down on your two shaky knees, heading to pay for your items as you walked behind him like a lost puppy in heat.

the car ride started with him teasing you while he drove, every red light he’d pull you to kiss him pushing his tongue down your throat while you sucked on it, your pussy was dripping all over the leather seats of his car. you were aching to feel him, you found yourself leaving over the arm rest and pulling down on the zipper of his pants. “ baby.. you’re such a good girl. gonna make me feel good? “ you nodded to his question while you pulled his cock out of his pants. he was hard, you started by letting a big wet glob of your spit land onto his tip as you stroked it with your hand. you felt him tense up at the feeling, you then placed your lips onto the tip of his dick, before pushing down until he reached the hilt of your throat. you moved up and down, reaching your hand down to cup his balls, massaging them. “ ah- fuck, baby. you’re so so good to me.. “ he moaned to you as this left hand found it’s way to your head, he didn’t push you, he just rested his hand there. you went faster wanting him to bust all over your face and down your throat but sadly, your wishes were denied when you felt him pull up into the drive way.

he pulled his pants up and placed a quick kiss on your lips. “ cmon, sweetie. “ he got out before quickly heading to your side to help you out of the car. he lifted you and held you, making his way into the house with you in his arms. he locked the door behind the both if you before leading you to the bedroom and laying you flat on the bed. “ chifuyu.. i want you.. “ you whined out reaching out for him. he tilted his head, “ oh yeah? want me to fuck you silly, baby? “ you nodded frantically. he tucked his fingers under the waistband of the mini skirt you had on, pulling it down and placing it somewhere on the floor, he also lifted the crop top you wore and unclasped your bra, leaving you completely naked.

he leaned down, wrapping his pink lips around your sore, perky nipples. you moaned at the feeling as he lapped at your breasts, meanwhile he was pulling down the pants he had on all day, freeing his cock to bounce up against your thigh. he lifted up with a few strands of his hair stuck on his forehead from him sweating. “ you ready, baby? “ he asked as you felt his tip lining up with your hole. you nodded again and he shook his head. “ no baby, tell me. “ he rested his elbow on the side of your head, caging you. “ yes.. please. “ you pleased, wanting to feel him deep inside you, and he pushed until he was buried inside you til the hilt. your eyes were already rolling towards the back of your head at the stretch he gave you like always. it was something that you still haven’t gotten used to.

this lasted for what seemed to be hours as he relentlessly pounded into you. you could hear it, the squelching sound of your sex’s colliding together. “ so pretty.. “ he whispered to you, his hand creeping up to land around your throat slightly pushing. his abdomen lay flat against your pelvis while he pushed you into the soaked sheets and mattress. “ oh my god… fuck.. “ you moaned out grabbing onto him as you did anytime you were close, anytime you felt that knot of burning pleasure building into your stomach.

“ you’re close, baby? “ he asked as you felt his thumb slid up to your lip, parting your two lips and resting flat on your tongue while you sucked on the digit, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and placed it onto your almost numb clit as he bullied his cock into you, you nodded to his question. he circled his thumb fast over your nub, making your orgasm squirt out of you like a waterfall. you let out a loud cry at the pleasure spreading all over your body. “ shit baby… you gonna let me come inside? “ he asked and you whined pushing your hips up into his thrusts as he pushed his seed into your womb, feeling the hot semen settle into you.

chifuyu cleaned you up afterwards and snuggled you up in the sheets before grabbing your favorite snacks and turning on a show he knew you liked but when he got back you were asleep, so he placed the drinks in the mini fridge and put the snacks on the night stand before getting in bed, cuddling up to you.

“ i love you sweetheart, goodnight. “ as he kissed your forehead.

a/n: WAAAAA OMG this was so hard to write because my work kept getting deleted after i wrote it :(( i need to figure out what’s best to write on!! this is shorter than i expected but i hope that it’s good for now!! happy fourth of july & i have a few asks now that i have this out of the way i can work on those!! thank you all so much for the support and love!!

©️luvrdrop <3 reblogs are appreciated!!

( not proofread! )

[rafeandonlyrafe]

virginity

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, virgin!reader and virgin!rafe, kind of bullying at the beginning, very cute and fluffy rafe, reader is implied to be a kook, first date, female receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, protected (for once! yay) sex

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“oh my god, bridgette, you'll never guess who asked me out!” you squeal, flopping onto her bed.

“ooh, umm… kelce?” she guesses, but you just shake your head no, the smile on your face growing.

“rafe!” 

bridgette sits up instantly. “rafe as in rafe cameron?” you can tell by the look on her face that she's skeptical.

“the one and only.” you nod.

“but um… he doesn't date?” she says, genuine confusion in her voice.

“i thought you said he was basically a rich frat boy?” you sit up, now thinking over the interaction, but there's no way to confuse “will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?” as anything other than asking on a date.

“well, yeah, he parties and stuff but he doesn't… date. he's never had a girlfriend.”

“well, ive never really had a boyfriend.” you shrug. “and don't say jonathan because he does not count.”

“yeah, but you have an excuse, y/n. your parents moved you all over the country, you didn't have time to date until your parents settled here a few months ago.” bridgette counters, and she does have a point. you've never been in one place long enough to form a true relationship. “i think rafe just doesn't date because he doesn't like any girls enough.”

you frown, thinking over her words. “well i guess that means he likes me enough to ask.” you say quietly.

bridgette shrugs. “good for you. he better take you somewhere expensive, boy has MONEY!” she says, causing you both to erupt into laughter. “oh…” bridgette suddenly quiets. “i wouldn't tell evelyn. she has the biggest crush on him, she'd get so jealous if she knew you asked him out.”

-- the next day --

“hey dad…” you say in a sweet voice, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“oh god, y/n, what do you want?”

“can i borrow your credit card?” you ask with a whine.

“y/n, you are an adult! you can’t keep borrowing my credit card! what do you need anyways?” “a new outfit… for a date tonight.” you whisper the last part, but your dads eyes still bulge open.

“a what?” “come on dad, all my outfits are so revealing, don’t you want me to buy something more covered up? or should i wear that pink skirt mom got me-” “no!” your dad cuts you out, fishing his wallet out of his pocket, slapping the credit card into your hand. “something that doesn’t show too much skin, y/n.” he warns, and you nod and run out to your car before he can lecture you or ask you any more questions about the date.

--

you look through the rack of dresses, trying to find one that you like and would feel comfortable in tonight with rafe. you don't want to give him the wrong idea by showing up wearing a dress that's more suited for a club or party.

you have some hangers already in your hand of dresses to try on when you hear a shout of your name. you look up to see evelyn and her two best friends following her. 

when you moved to the outer banks, you quickly assimilated into the social scene and learned that evelyn was the queen bitch, super wealthy, but not at all likable, with an insane amount of possessiveness over rafe, despite him never even showing interest in her. evelyns first words to you were to stay away from him, but you won't let her intimidate you away from this date.

“what are you shopping for?” evelyn asks, her lips smeared in a bright red shade of lipstick that contrasts her light hair.

“a date tonight.” you reply, keeping your eyes mostly on the clothes, trying to convey that you're not interested in whatever show of dominance she's attempting.

“i heard about that. how did you scam rafe into taking you somewhere?” she asks, her friends snickering behind her.

“he asked me, actually.” you hum, keeping your body language disinterested, despite feeling your heart start to beat faster. “I guess he likes me.”

“that's real funny, y/n.” evelyn says, placing her hand on the rack to stop you from looking. “because rafe is mine.”

“should i call him right now?” you look her in the eye, your temper reading on your face. “should I have him tell you what you already know? that he's not interested?”

“you are such a bitch!” evelyn yells, and the storekeeper finally becomes aware of the situation, heading out from behind the counter and towards you. “i will ruin you for stealing him.” evelyn states before turning and stomping out of the store, her entourage falling in step behind her.

“miss, are you okay?” the shopkeeper asks.

you hum and nod, knowing that whatever they plan on doing won't work, evelyn may have popularity because of her money, but everyone knows not to trust a word out of her mouth. “can i get a dressing room to try these on actually?” you ask, picking up a dress that you think would be perfect for tonight.

--

the doorbell rings and you give your father a glare, already having warned him to stay in the living room and let you answer the door. the last thing you need is your father scaring rafe before your date has even begun.

you open the door, letting out a breath of relief when rafe is also dressed up. you realized while buying the dress that you didn't actually know where you were going for dinner, you just assumed it would be on the fancier side.

“wow.” rafe let's out a gasp, “you look beautiful.”

you blush, smoothing out the front of your dress, giving you an excuse to break eye contact and look down at yourself. “you look really handsome too.”

“let me help you down the stairs.” rafe extends his hand, and you subtly wipe your palm against your dress before placing it in his, accepting his help out the front door as these are new heels (you couldn't resist when your dad gave you his card).

rafe keeps your hands locked together as he leads you towards his truck, of course opening the door for you and helping you in.

you smile at rafe as he gets into the driver's seat. “im excited.” you tell him honestly.

“me too.” rafe grins, keeping his eyes on the road as he takes off but reaching over your tangle your fingers together again. “im nervous too though.”

“rafe cameron did not just admit he is nervous.” you gasp, making rafes smile grow as he shakes his head.

“i really like you.” he explains further, making you smile and lift his hand to your face, pressing your lips to it in a kiss. 

--

“how's your food?” rafe asks, taking a bite of his own. you ordered salad, too nervous to eat anything else in front of rafe. since he admitted how he felt about the date, it felt all the more real.

“it’s really good!” you say. “thanks for taking me.”

rafe smiles at you, his eyes containing a warmth you haven’t seen before. “so, where did you live before moving to the outer banks?”

you had told rafe before that you moved around a lot, but never got into the specifics, so you spend most of the dinner telling him all the states that you’ve lived in and responding to his questions while asking some of your own.

rafe accepts the check and pays for you without question, brushing off your thanks before leading you out of the restaurant, his hand firmly placed on your back.

“do i need to get you home by any time?” rafe asks when you get back in the car.

“no.” you shake your head. “i don’t want to go home yet either.”

rafe smiles at you, reaching over to place his hand on your thigh as he drives towards his house. you hum softly to the music, glad for the short drive before you’re walking into tanneyhill. rafe informs you that everyone else is gone, so it’s just you two.

“should we watch a movie?” rafe asks, gesturing towards the couch in the living room.

“sure! you pick though.” you say, not wanting to have to make the choice. rafe sits down on the couch and picks up the remote, navigating to some comedy you haven’t seen before. you sit down next to him, close enough for your thighs to be touching.

rafe wraps his arm around your shoulder, letting you get comfortable against his side.

the movie is decently funny, but you’re far more focus on being tucked up against rafe. at a funny scene, rafe lets his laughter loose, and you can’t help but turn and look to him, watching his face light up.

rafe notices you watching him and his laughter softens into a smile. “can i kiss you?” he asks.

you nod, turning to face him as rafe places a hand on your cheek, bringing your mouths together in a kiss that quickly turns more passionate as you deepen it. you shift again so that you straddle rafes lap, placing your hands on his shoulders as you continue to kiss, your dress pooling on his lap.

“y/n-” rafe gasps when he pulls away, realizing both of you went a little overboard when your lips first touched.

“i have to tell you something rafe.” you say, realizing the compromising position you’re in and not wanting to give him the wrong idea.

“what is it baby?” rafe questions, his hands falling to rest on your hips.

“i’m… i’m a virgin.” you admit.

rafe lets out a sigh, like he’s relieved, which causes your brows to scrunch together in confusion. “i never thought i’d say this to you but i am too.”

“what?” you question. “i thought you were known for partying and flirting and stuff!” “yeah, i used to flirt a lot but i was never serious enough with anyone to sleep with them… not until you.” “oh my god.” you coo, leaning forward to press your lips together again. rafe wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your chests closer together.

“i would lose it with you, baby. if you want.” rafe says.

“i-yes. i want that.” you nod.

“tonight? now? only if you’re sure.” rafe says. “i know we’ve only gone on one date, but it feels… right.”

“i agree.” you nod. “i’m not saying we are going to be together forever based off one date but i want to lose it with you. together.” 

“let me take you upstairs then.” rafe stands effortlessly, with you clinging to his front as his arms hold you steady. you press soft kisses to his neck as he carries you, feeling equal parts nervous and excited for what is about to happen.

rafe sets you down on the end of his bed before stepping back, admiring you in his bedroom, especially knowing what you are about to do together.

“can i take your dress off?” rafe asks, and you nod, letting him come up and grab the bottom of your dress. you lift your hips so he can pull it up and over your head, and you let out a silent thanks to god that you wore matching underwear.

“you’re so gorgeous.” rafe says, looking down at you with glossed over eyes. you can tell from the tightness of his pants that he’s not unaffected by seeing you like this.

“sit down, let me take your shirt off.” you tell rafe, grabbing his hand so he sits next to you on the bed. you tug his shirt off, admiring his muscles as you run your hands over them. rafes hands stay on his knees, waiting for permission to touch you now that you’re scantily dressed.

“do you… do you want to take your pants off?” you ask, glancing down at his crotch. “it seems painful.” you giggle.

“yeah, the zipper hurts.” rafe admits, unzipping his pants and pulling them down his legs so he’s in just his underwear, his cock straining against the fabric, a small patch of wetness already growing.

“do you wanna lay down? i want to kiss you some more.” rafe asks.

you nod, moving up the bed until you can rest your head against the pillows. rafe crawls over your body, his eyes mesmerizing every inch of bare skin until he can press his lips against yours, the kiss is passionate but slow and deliberate, building up gradually until you’re moaning against rafes lips.

you reach behind your back, unclipping your bra before taking it off, flinging it somewhere in the room to be picked up later. rafe gives you a final kiss before looking down at your bare chest.

“oh fuck.” he groans, reaching with one hand to grip the underside of your breast, holding it in his palm as he slides down, his mouth falling open onto your nipple. you let out a moan as rafe explores your chest and what makes you moan the loudest.

he plays with your nipple with his tongue, then teases around it before ultimately sucking it into his mouth before switching and repeating on the other side.

“is that good?” rafe asks, and you give an enthusiastic nod. “really good.” “should i…” rafe looks down at your underwear, and you give another nod.

“you’re going to have to um… finger me. to open me up for you, ya know?” you cringe at your words, but you know it’s true and don’t want your first time to hurt.

“yeah, yeah of course.” rafe tugs at your underwear, his eyes staying between your thighs as he tosses the fabric to the floor. you take a deep breath before spreading your legs, putting your cunt on display for him.

“so sexy.” rafe praises you, moving so he’s lying between your thighs. he spreads your folds open with two fingers before using his other hand to rub his pointer finger over your pussy.

he traces around your clit before bumping it, making you flinch at the sudden pleasure.

“was that good?” rafe asks, and you just let out a moan in response when he doesn’t wait, rubbing over your clit again.

rafe smiles, moving his finger lower to your entrance before circling around that as well. he presses against your tight ring of muscle, thankful that you’re already quite wet as you relax and give way, letting his finger slip inside.

he begins to thrust it in and out slowly, building up speed as it becomes easier for him to move.

“try to add a second.” you tell him after a minute.

rafe nods, managing to work a second finger inside of you, but he can tell by the way your forehead scrunches that it’s not as comfortable as one, so he leans forward and presses his tongue against your clit.

“oh fuck!” you scream out as he flicks the tip of his tongue over and over, allowing you to focus on that instead of his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

rafe even makes a point to separate his fingers some, widening them to open you up even more. you don’t even flinch this time as his tongue stays playing with your clit.

“i’m ready.” you pant. “i’m ready, i need you rafe.”

rafe nods, moving to kneel between your legs, not sure what the best position to put you in is, but you seem to have it already thought out as you take a pillow and put it under your hips to raise them so he can stay kneeling on the bed.

rafe works his underwear off, and your eyes widen when his cock is revealed, regretting telling him you were ready after just two fingers. he grabs the condom he must have tossed onto the bed earlier and rips it open, sliding the latex down his length.

“if you need more time…” rafe trails off.

“just go slow.” you say, knowing he will stop at any point if you really need him to.

rafe moves closer, holding himself in his hand as he lines up with your entrance. his head pushes in easily, but the further forward his hips move, the more you struggle, but rafe sees it and slows down until he’s finally fully seated inside of you.

something sparks in that moment, realizing that you have both lost your virginity and it has rafe bending down over your body to press your lips together. you appreciate the kiss as it gives you even longer to adjust before rafe starts rocking into you slowly.

“that feels good.” you reassure rafe, all feelings of pain now gone.

“you feel good.” rafe says, unsure how he’s able to keep so much control over himself to not go feral in this moment, but he likes you too much, cares too much to move any faster and potentially cause you pain.

he keeps up the slow movements, moving from just rocking to actually thrusting as he starts to pull further out. 

“faster.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as you focus on his length inside of you.

rafe doesn’t question you, needing to move more himself as he begins to speed up his thrusts, pushing his hips forward harder as well.

“i-i’m sorry i don’t know much longer i’m going to last.” rafe admits.

“it’s okay just touch my clit again.” you say. you would do it yourself but your body feels weightless right now, and you’re not sure if you can raise your arms up.

rafe nods, gripping your hip with one hand but letting the other roam to your cunt, rubbing his thumb over your clit as he tries to hold back his orgasm as long as possible while still pushing his cock into your heat repeatedly.

you let out your moans with freedom, knowing that there is no one else in the house to hear you. rafe begins to grunt and you feel him swelling inside of you and you know that he’s close.

rafes body falls forward, his thumb still moving on your clit but his cock stilling as he cums, filling up the condom as he pants heavily.

“y/n!” rafe finishes with a call of your name. you are so close to your orgasm, and you surmise rafe must know as he stays inside of you, rubbing faster until you cum, your body arching off the mattress, even underneath rafes weight as your high hits you with a shout.

you manage to reach to push rafes hand away, needing the overwhelming pleasure on your clit gone as your orgasm works through your body.

rafe curses when your cunt pulsates around him, but waits until you’re done to pull out. he flops to the side, pulling the condom off and tossing it into the trashcan next to his nightstand.

“how does it feel to no longer be a virgin?” you ask.

“felt good to finally use that condom i’ve been keeping in my wallet since i turned 16.” rafe laughs, reaching his arm out to pull you closer to him. “but seriously, i’m glad i lost it with you.” “i’m glad too.” you smile, pressing a quick peck to his lip. “and maybe i should have asked you this before we had sex but… will you be my girlfriend?”

“oh my god, yes!” you squeal.

[delphi-shield]

— 「 FAKE IT TIL YOU MAKE IT 」

fake dating/christmas party/hurt/comfort ❄️ leon secret santa ❄️ gift for @mydarlingclaudia

MERRY CHRISTMAS MISS CLAUDIA i'm your secret santa! i've wanted to write og4 leon for this blog for a while and when i got you for secret santa i was like IT'S TIME lmao. i hope you enjoy and i hope you have the best christmas!

wc: 5k

summary: leon's in a bind. he thought he would have a love life by christmas, but the holidays have rolled around and he's still single. you'll pretend to be his date for just one night, right?

content: fake dating, real dating, coworkers, christmas parties, mistletoe, lots of late night conversations, lots of self-doubt, secret loser leon, technically post-re4. divider from @/strangergraphics

Over the past year, you've discovered that Leon's really good at pitching a fit when he doesn't want to do something - or, at least, when he thinks he doesn't want to do something. He'll bitch and moan about being tired, about how he just wants to stay in and have a 'chill date' with some old movie. No amount of assuring him that he would have fun once he got there would make him stop dragging his feet. That very night, you’d been waiting for him at the door with arms crossed, already decked out in your Christmas sweater, cheap reindeer antler headband affixed to your head.

Leon lets out a quiet puff of laughter when he slouches into the room, looking considerably less festive than you. He takes in your appearance - your tacky sweater, your headband, the way you pout and tap your foot impatiently. How, exactly, was he supposed to take this seriously?

“What, no one let you play any reindeer games?” Leon quips, taking his sweet time putting his shoes on.

You roll your eyes. When you finally manage to get him out the door, he has a blast. You know it, he knows it - this part is just mandatory torture, a bonding experience he loves to put you through.

"We go, we say hello, we leave." You assure him. “We don’t have to stay long.”

Leon might buy that at this moment, but you know the second you step through the door, you won't be leaving that Christmas party until the very end. Two hours in, you would be ready to go and Leon would be having the time of his life. You would be tugging at his sleeve, checking on him:

Ready to go? No, sorry, hun. Let me finish my beer and we can go. 

Like clockwork. You weren't even sure he knew that he did that.

The Christmas music on the radio doesn’t do much to assuage his mood. He’s pouting the whole drive over. As soon as he pulls up to the house, he repeats the same mantra:

"We get in, we say hello, we leave." His hand smacks against the steering wheel to emphasize each point in the plan. You already have your door open, swinging out the side and marching up the freshly shoveled sidewalk.

"The decorations are so cute," you coo, crouching down to examine a particularly adorable light up gingerbread house - and to give him time to catch up.

Leon guides you up from the ground with a hand hovering behind your back. He herds you further down the sidewalk, still eager to get this over with. By the end of the night, you would be the one begging him to leave, but for now, you let him grouchily jam the doorbell.

Warmth floods out to greet you when Claire opens the door, the scent of cider and cinnamon rushing up to usher you in. Claire coos over your outfit, clicking her tongue and shaking her head.

"I should have put more effort in," she says, the pom of her Santa hat bouncing against her cheek. She's otherwise under dressed for the occasion, choosing comfort over festivity.

"What? No. Look at this place. You did all the decorations. That's way more effort," you counter, toeing off your shoes and stripping off your heavy coat.

Claire laughs. "I made my brother do most of it."

"Good to see you, too, Claire," Leon says, bristling over being ignored. She waves her hand, half hello, half dismissing him, and guides you further into the house, pointing you to the refreshments and giving a quick tour of the decorations.

Wherever Leon slinks off to, you're unconcerned. You have catching up to do just as much as he does.

Claire pops her hip up against the drink table. You twist the cap off your beer. Claire fishes one up for herself and pops the lid off against the table in one fluid motion. You huff a quick laugh - her party, her rules.

"So," Claire starts, leaning back against her elbows and surveying the crowd. She tracks your eyes for a moment, watches you watching Leon across the room. "I’ve been wondering. How did you guys actually meet?"

"What?" You laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners. You take a drink, buy yourself some time to feel out Claire's intention.

"Well, obviously, the first story you told me was a crock of shit," she laughs.

You can't argue with that. The first time you had met Claire, you had been masquerading as Leon’s partner, sparing him the embarrassment of turning up to her Christmas party alone. You hadn’t exactly announced to his friends that your first time meeting them had been a lie.

"I didn't lie," you point out. "Not totally."

"A lie by omission is still a lie."

"We actually did meet at work."

Claire rolls her eyes. She won't put up with this for long. “I mean, I buy that. But he absolutely did not charm you over the comms on some classified mission.”

There’s no part of you that wants to argue in Leon’s defense. He was a nightmare to work with, knew just how to get under your skin, and you were more than happy to have Hunnigan continue to babysit him.

“If you really want to know…”

It was the Wednesday before Christmas Eve when Leon's coiffed head popped up above your cubicle. Never a good sign. Where he went, trouble (and acclaim) followed. You filled in for Hunnigan once when she was out with bronchitis, and now you can't get rid of her puppy. He keeps coming back, a particularly malignant tumor that metastasizes over the walls of your cubicle, spills onto your desk and messes with your letter trays.

“You busy?” His arm slings over the top, hand drumming against the wall of your cubicle.

Stay strong, you think. Try not to move. Play dead. Maybe he'll get bored and move on. You try to type faster and only wind up jamming the keys down harder. Leon drums his hand quicker, rhythm irregular.

“What does it look like?” You bite out.

Mission failed. You weren't trained to resist torture like he was. In fact, you specialized in answering stupid questions and pointing out the obvious. It was a key component of your job.

Leon’s job, apparently, entailed blatantly ignoring hints. He swings into your cubicle, brushes aside a stack of documents to sit on your desk. His forearms balance on his thighs, hands held together between his knees. 

“I need a favor.”

It just gets worse. What kind of favor could Special Agent Kennedy possibly want from you, and why did you have a feeling that it was going to be off the books?

"If I'm doing favors, I'm staying clocked in," you drone.

"Not possible for this one," he shrugs. "Sorry. I'll make it up to you."

You roll your eyes. Silence stretches between the two of you, filled only with the intermittent clicks of your mouse as you try to track down the most up to date geospatial information for your assigned agent - you know, the one you're actually supposed to be dealing with. 

Leon's both annoying and persistent. He shakes his fringe from his face, stretches out 'so...' into an elongated, cowish sound that sets your teeth on edge. You roll your hand, gesturing for him to continue.

"I need a date," he blurts out. He's smart enough to continue speaking quickly, hand already raised - palm outward, begging for peace. "Not a real date. Just for a couple of hours, for a party. We go, we say hello, we leave."

A beat. You give him time to throw in a ‘just kidding’. God knows you aren’t throwing him a life preserver. When he twiddles his thumbs, content to sink instead of bail himself out, you scoff. You don’t even look up from your computer. 

"That is, by far, your worst line."

"I’m serious. Please. Just a couple of hours. That's all I'm asking. You don’t have to talk to me ever again."

Your eyes cut over to him. Not a single smug smirk in sight. You're almost surprised by the pleading hiding behind his eyes. You take it all in, try to assess him for any hint of deceit. You only find the bags under his eyes, darker than you'd seen before.

“Go alone,” you shrug.

“I can’t. I’ve been –” Leon stops. He sits up tall, peers over the top of your cubicle to see who’s around. Meerkat is a good look on him, his nose sharp in profile, brow furrowed and focused. You avert your eyes back to your computer. He lowers his voice, his eyes still flitting around for eavesdroppers. “I’ve… exaggerated the truth about my love life to a few friends. I promised I would introduce them to someone at this party.”

You note the desperation, try to stay impartial. You're good at that part, too. Trained for it. He’s in a bind of his own making. Some humility would do him good. You’d be doing him a favor by making him own up to his lie.

Your gut flips when you consider his proposal. What was this, high school? Why could he possibly need a fake date? It was so immature, you almost couldn't believe it.

Another thought burns at the back of your mind, keeps you wary. You can't help but feel used. What, he was fine pretending to take you out but couldn't conceive of actually asking you to go to his stupid party? It had to be fake, a preservation of his ego. You weren't even a part of this equation.

You should say no. You should leave him high and dry, make him look like an idiot in front of his friends - because that's what he is. An idiot. An idiot who can't get an actual date to save his life.

"Match my salary, then we'll talk."

Leon groans, head flopping back against your cabinets. He’s considering it, you can tell.

What’s the harm in it, you wonder, casting him a sidelong glance. It would be nice to have something to do on Christmas Eve.

"You owe me for this. You're gonna pick me up."

Leon's eyes light up. He hops off your desk, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. You hold up a finger to stop him before he can talk himself out of this.

"And you're gonna buy me dinner."

"There's food at the party."

"Good food?"

"If you don't like it, I'll get you something on the way home."

That's more like it. You spin back to face your computer, pulling your report back up.

"Deal. What's the dress code?"

Leon's silence speaks volumes. He's completely helpless when it comes to the details. You had figured someone with his looks had a social life that was bursting at the seams, that he was taking the fat field agent paycheck and he was hopping from party to party.

It's at his friend's house, he explains. You note the hesitation before he says 'friend'. Maybe it is all a front. Kennedy can't really go home to an empty apartment and a silent phone, can he? Everyone made him sound like such a big shot. You didn't expect the snapshots of your lives to be matching photographs, a wide shot when you held them next to each other. You try to picture his living room and all you can envision is a beige box.

You wring what little information he has out of him with a series of direct, probing questions. You're both comfortable in this routine. The quick, perfunct back and forth, an exchange not unlike one you might have over comms. He scribbles his number onto a sticky note and slides it over to you. You’ll work out the details of your story later, make it bulletproof.

The idea has been ghosting around the crevices of your mind for the entire day. You force yourself to wait a little longer before calling him, give him time to get home and get settled in. Trying to do the same is fruitless. Your appetite has mysteriously vanished, your Wednesday night show not catching your attention. You choke down half a bowl of cereal before you drum up the courage to call him.

"So, how did we meet?" You start, skipping past hello.

"Work."

"Going with the truth on that one?" You toss a piece of popcorn into your mouth, eyes fixed on your show.

"Helps to sprinkle the truth in with the lie, right?"

You can practically hear the grin on his face. You roll your eyes and bite back a sharp response. No need spoiling the mood immediately. You already agreed to do this. You won't make it harder than it needs to be.

"When did you ask me out?"

“Does that seriously matter?”

Of course it matters. Leon’s completely useless at this kind of thing, it turns out. You had expected more. He seemed the type to have experience. Maybe your own naivety had caught up to you. His confidence had you fully convinced that this would be a cake walk.

Was this seriously the guy who had single-handedly rescued the president’s daughter a few months back? Because he was floundering when you asked him if he had met your parents yet.

“Do you want me to meet them?”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, “No. They would eat you alive.”

That one stays in the story. It’s too believable not to. You bet Leon makes a real fool of himself in front of parents.

That’s where you went wrong. As soon as you started to rationalize what a relationship with him might look like, to add that touch of realism that would sell this story, you were fucked. He indulges all your questions and your musings.

Thursday night, you call him to ask what shows you watch together. He doesn’t see the point, doesn’t get that TV is such an important, ritualistic component of a relationship - or,  at least, one that you want. He lets you pick, snorting in surprise when you name a dating show on VH1. You assign him homework. Watch the newest episode the Sunday before the party, and you’d fill him in on the details on the ride to the party.

Friday, you ask him what pet names he wants to use. He flounders again, acting dismissive in a way that you’ve now identified as embarrassment. You bite back the urge to tease him and offer up some suggestions instead.

“‘Babe’ is fine, I guess,” he says, “but I’m probably just going to call  you by your name.”

When you hang up that night, you wonder if he meant it. Babe fits your perception of him from a week ago, but now you aren’t so sure. You turn the question over and over in your head for the next day, trying out different names in his voice. Something simple and classic, maybe. ‘Honey’, or ‘sweetie’.

The question is still turning in your mind when he calls you on Saturday. You don’t have a chance to get your question out. He blindsides you with his own.

“Have we said ‘I love you’ yet?”

Your mind races to catch up. Had he? No way. He mumbled when he got off the phone sometime, but there was no way that was an ‘I love you’. There was no way. It hadn’t even been a full week yet.

Then it clicks for you. Right. This is fake, all of it. Every phone call was for his benefit. You had initiated all of this. You should be happy that he’s finally contributing to the planning. You feel sick to your stomach instead.

“I don’t care,” you say, entirely nonchalant, none of it forced. The silence hangs over the line. You pray for Leon to let it go, to give you the grace that you haven’t given him.

He’s smooth with it - doesn’t point out the strain in your voice, blames it on a bad connection. For once, he takes the reins. No ‘I love you’ yet. He’s working up the courage, he says, and your heart clenches, breath catches, head spins.

You make an excuse to leave early. He reminds you to tune in for your show tomorrow. You hang up without saying goodbye.

He picks you up just like he promised. As much as you’d wanted to wear the silly, light-up Christmas sweater at the back of your closet, you couldn’t. You couldn’t show up as his date looking like that. No one would buy it. You already look out of place on his arm.

You’d expected the car ride to be awkward. The last time you’d seen him in person had been when you struck this whole deal. Instead of rehashing your story, though, Leon asks you question after question about the dating show you told him to watch.

To your surprise, he’d actually watched it. You go over the contestants, the washed up rock star they were all attempting to date, even recap the most notable drama. He’s hooked. The veneer of disinterest he tries to keep up is so thin it’s see through. You almost want to tell him to turn the car around so you can catch the reruns instead of suffering through this party.

You don't know what kind of party you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. Every corner of the place was saturated in Christmas, inside and out. Garlands of popcorn and dried orange slices, a tree decorated so heavily with strands of lights and garish ornaments that it's branches sagged. The warm lights bathed everything in a smooth glow. The chill that had stung your face on the walk in melted away, leaving only the pulsing afterburn across your cheeks.

Plenty of people had already arrived - thank god. If you'd had to make awkward small talk with the host until people arrived to take the heat off of you, you might have just said fuck it and marched back to the car. You keep a firm grip on Leon's arm, eyes flitting across each and every face. You didn't recognize a single one of these people.

That's precisely why Leon chose you. It makes your stomach lurch to think about. You're convenient. A face to put to a title, to apply to the vague stories that Leon has fabricated. Anyone could be on his arm right now, and it wouldn't make a difference. No one would know.

You stay glued to his side for the first hour. It works well enough, a handful of people overjoyed to meet you after all the stories that Leon’s told. You do your best to keep the sparkle in your eye, to look at him like he makes the sun shine. It’s hard when it feels like the floor could open up and swallow you at any given moment, when each affectionate touch is just a tool.

You excuse yourself for a drink. That will help your nerves. It can’t make them any worse, that’s for sure. You have a clear window, the drink table empty. In and out, then back to Leon’s side.

Fishing up a beer from the ice chest, you scavenge around for a bottle opener. Christ - all these preparations and no bottle opener? You’re tunnel-visioned into your search, don’t even notice the woman joining you at the table

“Want some help with that?” A redhead chirps, sidling up to you. She holds her hand out for your drink.

What’s the harm? You pass it over with a ‘thanks’ that quickly turns to a sharp inhale. She pops the lid off the beer with the edge of the table, tears a jagged crescent through the plastic tablecloth - cut one of Santa’s reindeer clean in two.

“My party, my rules,” she laughs. “I’m Claire. You’re with Leon, right?”

Your stomach drops. You can practically peer down at yourself, your soul leaving your body for a brief moment. Shit– Leon had warned you about her. Said she wasn't malicious, per se, but she could sniff out bullshit quicker than most. You run the facts back in your mind. If you could get past her, you'd be golden.

Claire's finger bounces between you and Leon. She leans her hip against the table, folds her arms across her chest.

“I don't get that at all,” she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a flick of her head. “What's the story?”

Holy shit, that was quicker than you expected. Stay cool. Remember your lines.

“We actually met at work,” you start. Easy enough. It’s not even a lie. You unravel the rest of the details for her one by one, plodding through the steps of your imagined romance with deliberate care.

Claire’s eyes stayed fixed on you. She smiles and laughs where appropriate, but she tracks you with the cold eyes of a wolf on the hunt. A chill pulses down your spine. Is it really so hard to believe that you’re with Leon? Do you look so out of place?

“Good for him,” she finally says. She takes a long drink, still watching you.

“He’s great.”

“He’s okay.”

Maybe she meant it as a joke, but you have to force your laugh out from around the lump in your throat. Did she buy it? You can’t tell. She claps you on the shoulder, harder than you expected.

“It was really great to meet you,” Claire says. She slips back into the crowd with a smile, flowing naturally into a group of guests. Your eyes linger on her, but she doesn’t look back. She doesn’t slip into hushed whispers, no one turns to stare in your direction.

You wind back through the crowd, glue yourself back to Leon’s side. He lifts his arm instinctively, curls it around your hip like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t even pause his conversation.

How is this the same clueless man that you had spent half a week planning out every minute detail of your imagined relationship? How can he be so relaxed and in control now?

That’s the difference between the two of you, you realize. There was planning, and there was doing. Clearly, Leon could see his commitments through. You were botching this. Everyone knew you were a fake. They had to.

“You okay?” Leon asks, head inclined closer to your ear. You swallow thickly, force a smile.

“Are you about ready to go?” You ask, keeping your voice low.

He’s not - you can tell - but he tosses his snack plate in the trash and says a round of goodbyes anyway, urging you out the door.

The car is silent. Leon flips through radio stations, never staying on one for long. Christmas music, rock ballad, regular ballad, Christmas music again - repeat. He fidgets with the vents, turns the heat up, then down, one degree at a time.

"Seriously, you good?" he asks.You keep your face turned to the window, watching the decorations roll by.

Leon glances at you - or that's what he thinks, at least. His eyes linger for too long. He corrects his course sharply, swerving away from the curb at the last possible moment.

"Yeah. Fine."

Neither of you believe that. You’ve spent the whole night lying - he knows what it looks like, and he lets you get away with it.

Leon turns the music up a tick. You spend the rest of the drive in silence. He pulls up in front of your place and cuts the engine, and that has to be the record for world’s most awkward drive.

Bundling your things in your arms, you hurry out of his car with a quick ‘thanks for inviting me’ that feels misplaced given the circumstances - but what the hell else were you going to say? You needed to sleep this whole thing off.

"Hey."

You stop in your tracks. You're almost positive you've left a drag tail in the snow, stopped so fast you nearly slipped on the sidewalk. Leon's window is rolled down, his body nearly halfway out of it.

"I appreciate what you did for me tonight," he says.

Your heart deflates, a balloon released in your chest, bouncing off your ribs and drumming against your lungs before it floats pitifully to a rest in the pit of your stomach.

"No problem," you say, shoulders back, head held high. "To be honest, I didn't think anyone would buy it."

His head tips to the side. His eyes narrow, studying you, trying to figure out your meaning.

"Why? You did great."

"I don't know. I didn't think we would look like a very believable couple."

He sticks his head back into his car, fumbles with his seatbelt overlong, and finally pops the door open. His feet find traction on the icy sidewalk much easier than yours. You chalk it up to his boots, his training, anything to keep your mind on the little details instead of the big picture.

“I thought it was pretty believable.”

Don’t read into it, you tell yourself again and again. It’s just going to hurt if you try to interpret greater meaning from that.

“Yeah? Glad I could help.” You hook your thumb over your shoulder, fishing clumsily for your keys. “Guess I’ll see you at work, then.”

Leon’s eyes cut back to your door. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, balanced perfectly on the ice. For a moment, you think you see his hand twitch towards yours. You linger, waiting for the touch of his hand around your wrist, willing the warmth that you imagine to be real.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and nods.

“Yeah. See you.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Claire interjects. “He didn’t even ask you out that night? He walked you to the door and bailed?”

You shake your head. “I asked him out like a week later. We were working late on New Years. He said he knew a great spot for coffee if I wanted to go on break. I said we could only go on our day off.”

Her eyes sharpen, casting her hunt out into the crowd of party-goers. You find Leon first - hunched over a snack platter across the room, contributing minimally to conversation with some people from Claire’s work. Claire, experienced hunter that she is, tracks your sight to find her quarry.

“He is so stupid. So dumb. Look at you,” she declares, waving you up and down - presenting you. “He made you ask? Ooh, I’m gonna – Leon!”

Leon’s head pops up from the cheese tray - meerkat chic, swiveling in the direction of the woman on the hunt. Claire points to the ground in front of her sharply, doesn’t even have to bark out ‘c’mere’ before his training kicks in and he’s marching himself over.

“What’s up?” He pops a palmful of cashews into his mouth, then slides the same hand against the small of your back.

His casual attitude earns him no favors. Claire thwacks his shoulder, berates him for making you ask first. He shrinks away - play dead. You taught him that one.

“You ready to go?” You ask once Claire’s done ragdolling him and marches off to tell the others how spineless Leon is.

Leon surveys the party - that’s what you think he’s doing, at least. His gaze is focused higher, examining the doorways carefully. His eyes sharpen, lock on their target. He nods, his thumb rubbing gentle arcs against your back.

“Yeah. Let’s head out. Wait for me in the hall, okay? I’ll get our stuff.”

You follow his directions thoughtlessly, planting yourself in the hallway he had pointed to. Leon flits about, saying goodbyes as he weaves through the crowd. Your coat is slung over his arm when he winds his way back to you.

Before you can protest, tell him he forgot your bag and your scarf, he smacks a hand dramatically against his forehead. He holds up a finger - hang on, here, take this, I’ll be right back – kisses your forehead, and floats back into the crowd.

He comes out only holding your scarf. You huff. Leon’s not a forgetful man. This is clearly on purpose, for his own entertainment. He loops your scarf around your necks for you, settling it into place and tying a clumsy knot.

“Your bag. I forgot, I’m sorry.” He kisses your cheek as he turns.

There was a twinkle in his eye when he turned. You’d caught it. It wasn’t just the shine of the lights. He was up to something. You scan your surroundings, look for cameras hidden, for guests watching a little too intently. Nothing immediately jumps out at you. You glance up - and there’s the culprit. A little branch bound with twine, berries dotting the little branches, suspended over the doorway.

Schooling your face back into mild annoyance, you go so far as to tap your foot. If he wants to put on a show, so will you.

“Here you go,” he says, handing over your bag. You wait for his next move. No way this was the end of his plan - and you’re right. As soon as your bag is slung over your shoulder, he’s patting himself down. Front left, front right, back pockets at the same time, chest at the same time. “Shit. My keys. One second–”

You kiss his cheek before he can strike first.

“On the key rack,” you point out, hooking your thumb over your shoulder. “It’s bad karma to abuse the mistletoe, you know.”

Leon huffs. He spares the mistletoe above your heads a glance.

“You made that up.”

Absolutely, you did. He crosses through the doorway and snags his keys. Before you can head out the door, he dangles them over his head. You roll your eyes and kiss him square on the lips before he can justify his poor man’s mistletoe.

You’ll risk bad karma for a kiss.

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Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Six

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Six: Gladiolus for Integrity

Summary: The dreaded physical exams arrive at Ouran.

            “Welcome, ladies.” The hosts stood in suits and yukatas and smiled as their guests came into Ouran’s courtyard. The cherry blossoms were a beautiful pink and fell like magical rain around everyone. Tea was set out on each of the tables, and sweets were piled high. It was truly beautiful. “Please enjoy our spring garden.”

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            “Um, (Y/N)?” said a girl nervously. “We made this for you.” She blushed and held out a flower crown of cherry blossoms.

            “It’s lovely, thank you,” said (Y/N). They bowed their head. “I would love to wear it.”

            Excitedly, the girls put it on, and when (Y/N) straightened and smiled, they squealed and blushed. (Y/N) just looked so adorable!

            “It’s too cute! I almost can’t watch,” gushed a guest.

            “But the cherry blossoms won’t be here forever, we have to see it now!” said her friend.

            “How right you are, miss,” said Kyoya. He touched a tree branch with a poetic expression. “Beauty, like these cherry blossoms, is so fleeting. A single day can make all the difference.” He smiled innocently and held up a book. “That’s why I’ve made up photo collections of these beautiful moments. Individual and group sets are available for 22,000 yen.”

            “I want ‘em! I want all of them!” said all the guests instantly.

            “Anything for profit,” said (Y/N), shaking their head in amusement and standing from the ground as the guests went to buy books.

            “I know a deal when I see one,” said Kyoya.

            “As long as I look good in the photos, I don’t mind,” said (Y/N), smiling and shrugging.

            “I would not disrespect a member of the Host Club with unflattering photographs.” Kyoya smiled innocently. “Besides, bad photos wouldn’t sell.”

            (Y/N) chuckled and covered their mouth as they did. Their flower crown slipped slightly, and Kyoya reached up to straighten it. His fingers brushed over their cheek slightly, and (Y/N) paused.

            “Apologies,” said Kyoya, withdrawing his hand.

            “It’s no problem,” said (Y/N), wondering why their heart had just skipped a beat. It was Kyoya, their friend for over a year. They had no reason to feel that.

            “Hey, mommy?”

            Kyoya sighed before looking at Tamaki. “Yes, Daddy?”

            (Y/N) covered another laugh at that exchange.

            “I’m just supposing here, but maybe I believe I’m with Haruhi all the time because we spend so much time at the Host Club, yet the twins, who are in her class, know her in a way I don’t.” Tamaki frowned. “It’s dreadful to think about.”

            “Oh, as to that, these photos should enlighten.” Kyoya handed Tamaki an open photobook, and Tamaki screamed. Several of the photos had Haruhi working with the twins on various school assignments and sitting beside one another. “Due to school, they get to spend nine hours a day with her while you see her for, at best, two hours at the club.” Kyoya pulled out a pie chart with a tiny sliver dedicated to Tamaki. “Customers, of course, use up much of that time, so you pretty much get just one hour, tops. To put it another way, the influence you have over Haruhi amounts to a mere three percent—”

            “I don’t want to heart it!” wailed Tamaki. “Haruhi!” He grabbed her. “Daddy wants you to go back to dressing like a girl and not associating with them!”

            Haruhi deadpanned, and the twins rolled their eyes.

            “You really don’t have to rush this since—”

            “Haruhi!” Honey interrupted Kyoya. “When is your class getting their physical exams?”

            Everyone went silent, and Kyoya nodded. That had been what he was going to bring up. Physical exams meant getting a bit undressed if you were a man, so if Haruhi was to participate…It would become obvious she wasn’t a man or identified as one.

            “Well, now.” Haruhi blinked. “That will expose things, won’t it?”

            Tamaki nearly screamed, and the other hosts deadpanned. She was supremely unconcerned. (Y/N) just looked at Kyoya, and he looked back at them. After all, the other hosts were being silly; there was a simple solution that was put in place last year when (Y/N) came to the school. (Obviously, they were too frantic to think of it).

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            “Tamaki’s celebrating Haruhi being exposed as a girl?” said (Y/N), looking at him in the corner of Music Room 3.

            “Sitting there and daydreaming is pathetic,” said Hikaru.

            “Don’t sulk, Hikaru!” said Tamaki. “This is all according to plan! Spring is for romantic comedy! And Haruhi and I are love interests.”

            “Yeah, and what are we?” said the other hosts, deadpan.

            “You…are the homosexual supporting cast,” said Tamaki brightly.

            “Boss, have you really thought about this?” said the twins, rolling their eyes. “If people find out Haruhi’s a girl, she won’t work at the Host Club.”

            Tamaki turned white.

            “And she’s so cute that a ton of guys will notice her, not just the girls!” said Honey, smiling.

            “Come to think of it, guys noticed her in middle school,” said Kaoru.

            “According to my information, she was asked out at least once a month. Not that she’s accepted any invitations,” said Kyoya.

            “How does that information help you?” said (Y/N).

            “I have the same for everyone here. Research for before we offered the position,” said Kyoya. “Your numbers were quite favorable.”

            (Y/N) deadpanned before chuckling. “Oh, Kyoya.” He amused them.

            Kyoya glanced at them.

            “Boss’s chances with Haruhi will drop,” said Hikaru. “Not that we care. We’re still in her class.”

            Tamaki gasped in horror and straightened. “Alright! That’s it! Tomorrow, we initiate Operation: Haruhi is a Boy! We’ll make people think they saw her at the exams and protect her secret!”

            Tamaki, have you already forgotten what I do? (Y/N) opened their mouth, and Kyoya put a finger to his mouth. (Y/N) closed their mouth and nodded. Kyoya smirked. For whatever reason, he was going to let Tamaki have his fun and completely forget that there was an obvious solution to Haruhi’s secret staying just that, a secret.

            “Senpai, what’s this about?” said Haruhi, deadpanning as she entered the clubroom.

            “Tamaki is being silly,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Right…” sighed Haruhi.

            “Haruhi!” Tamaki grabbed her by the shoulders. “Don’t worry, Haruhi! Your secret’s safe with us! Don’t stop being our princess!”

            “Like I mean it to be a secret,” said Haruhi. She shrugged. “I’m like (Y/N). I don’t really care what people think of me and my gender.” Haruhi and (Y/N) high-fived. “I just also identify as a woman.” She hummed. “Still, if that became known, I couldn’t work here and make enough money. I’d have to find some other way to repay the club. Hm.”

            “We’re more worried than she is, boss!” said Hikaru.

            “How can we be heroes if the heroine won’t cooperate?!” said Tamaki. “(Y/N)! She’s your friend! Don’t you want her to stay?”

            Kyoya again put his finger to his lips behind Tamaki, and (Y/N) was tempted to laugh. They had a feeling Kyoya was getting Tamaki back for his comments earlier.

            “Haruhi and I are friends and do errands together outside of school. I’ll still get to see her,” said (Y/N).

            “Ah!” Tamaki screamed at the realization that another person had more time with Haruhi than him.

            “Fancy tuna.” Mori spoke two words, and Haruhi froze. Everyone looked at her with eager looks in their eyes.

            “That’s right. She didn’t get any at Christmas,” said Kaoru evilly. (Due to the plan to get the couple to confess, Haruhi had been dragged away from the food).

            “She seemed really keen to try it,” said Hikaru. “What a deprived upbringing.”

            “Hey, look, it’s no big deal…” Haruhi trailed off and swallowed. “Will I really get to have some?”

            The Host Club had won.

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            “Kyoya?” said (Y/N), catching up with him as he headed towards his car to be driven back home.

            “Yes, (Y/N)?” said Kyoya.

            “I’m going to be in a private ward for the physical exams again, right?” said (Y/N).

            “Of course,” said Kyoya. He had made the same preparations the previous year, and he would ensure (Y/N) was comfortable with their exam this year, too.

            “Is Haruhi going to be with me?” asked (Y/N). It was the simplest solution to keeping her identity a secret.

            “Yes,” said Kyoya. He looked at (Y/N) and smirked slightly. “But I would appreciate you not informing anyone of that just yet.”

            “To punish Tamaki for calling us supporting cast?” said (Y/N), smiling knowingly.

            “Obviously,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) chuckled. Poor Tamaki. Oh, well. He couldn’t throw people to the side. It was bound to cause trouble for him.

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            Haruhi stumbled through the strange crowd of nice and peppy nurses and doctors as first years fanned out to have all their measurements taken. Everyone wore smiles and looked excited, which Haruhi had never seen. (She was realizing rich people did everything differently).

            “Right this way, everyone,” said a nurse. “The gentlemen over there, and the ladies over here.”

            “Hello, Fujioka. I’m Yoshino.” A nurse smiled at Haruhi. “I’ll be staying with you. Would you care for something to drink while you wait?”

            “…What?” Since when did doctors give refreshments?

            “You’re the Hitachiin Brothers, aren’t you?” said two nurses, approaching the twins with measuring tapes. “We’ll measure your heights.”

            “Sure,” said the twins.

            The nurses measured them and beamed as the doctor wrote down the numbers. “Both of you have grown half an inch. You’re now 5’ 9”. Splendid!”

            “Hikaru and Kaoru both got taller!” cried the girls excitedly. “You match each other on everything!”

            Haruhi deadpanned. This was just a tiny bit ridiculous.

            “Haru, Haru!”

            A loud whisper caught Haruhi’s attention, and she just sighed as she saw the Host Club’s next antics. Mori and Honey had dressed up in doctor’s outfits—that didn’t disguise their identities at all—and were standing in the room.

            “They’re here to keep an eye on all this,” said Kyoya, stepping up.

            “Though the costumes are just them having fun,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Kyoya, (Y/N)? But aren’t the second years and third years in class?” said Haruhi, frowning.

            “I’m a member of the nursing committee,” said Kyoya. “Honey and Mori probably just skipped. (Y/N) skipped—”

            “But since I left with Kyoya, no one was going to stop me. Besides, we’re all good students, so the teachers don’t complain,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Senpai, you’re getting very good at working around rich people rules…” said Haruhi, seat-dropping.

            “I plan to be a rich person someday,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            Haruhi shivered. The ambitious tone and smirk were like Kyoya’s. So that’s how they’re friends. She looked around herself. “I’ve never seen such nice doctors and nurses.”

            “The Headmaster advised this approach,” said Kyoya.

            “Schools have a bottom line, a big part of which is student morale,” said the twins, shrugging. “Naturally, the families all have their own doctors, so this is really just a formality.”

            “Can I have them measure my height?” said Honey, bored.

            “I wouldn’t recommend it until the third years get their turn,” said (Y/N). They doubted he’d grown.

            Bump. “Oh, excuse me.” A scruffy looking doctor brushed past Kyoya.

            “He’s not…” He tilted his head and frowned.

            “That doctor’s acting strange,” said Hikaru.

            “With this many doctors, one’s bound to be a little off,” said Kaoru.

            “Fujioka and the twins, it’s time for your exams,” said a nurse. “You may undress behind those curtains in the back.”

            “Oh, my, Haruhi’s going to undress!” The girls blushed.

            “Curtains?” said Kaoru, undoing his shirt buttons.

            “We don’t need curtains. We’re not shy,” said Hikaru, shedding his shirt.

            The girls screamed in excitement.

            “Now’s our chance, Haruhi!” Mori and Honey pushed Haruhi into the curtained tent.

            “Hey, what?!” said Haruhi.

            (Y/N) chuckled.

            “I’m so jealous of the second-years,” sighed a girl. “They’ll get to see Kyoya, Tamaki, and (Y/N) undress.”

            “Haven’t you heard?” said another guest. “(Y/N) goes to a private ward. They don’t undress in front of anyone.”

            “Oh, how mysterious,” said the first girl. “I wonder why.”

            “I believe undressing in such a way is quite intimate.” (Y/N) stepped up and smiled. “Can you forgive my shyness under your gazes?”

            The guests blushed. “Y-Yes!” They squealed and grabbed one another. “How polite! What a gentleman!”

            (Y/N) chuckled.

            “Well done,” said Kyoya approvingly.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Kyoya.”

            “Fujioka, are you in there?” said the nurse.

            “I’m ready.” Tamaki, wearing a brown wig, stepped out of the tent (the eyes, height, and build instantly gave away that it wasn’t Haruhi).

            The nurse deadpanned and struggled to remain positive. “Fuj…Fujioka, how quickly you’ve grown…”

            “It’s Tamaki!” said the girls, happy to see him unclothed. “But why? Tamaki, are you playing the part of Haruhi?!”

            “Boss actually pulled it off!” laughed Kaoru.

            “But the girls know! Of course they’d know!” said Hikaru, also cackling.

            “Why you rotters!” Tamaki grabbed them. “You said they’d buy it!”

            “Maybe next time you won’t call us supporting cast!” said the twins, sticking out their tongue.

            “What? Hey, Kyoya—!”

            “I don’t believe I’m supporting cast. Homosexual or otherwise,” said Kyoya, smiling evilly.

            Tamaki squeaked in fear and backed away. He peeked into the tent and tired to smile at Haruhi. “It didn’t work…they—”

            Haruhi glared, and Tamaki turned to dust on the spot while the girls watched in interest.

            “Don’t worry, Haruhi,” said (Y/N), smiling as she exited the tent. “There’s a private ward and doctor who works with confidentiality about these things.”

            “All of the doctors here are under strict orders to follow Kyoya’s instructions,” said the twins. “He might’ve mentioned it earlier, though.”

            “Y’see, Kyoya’s family manages several hospitals!” said Honey.

            “I can’t believe you all forgot about how I did my exams last year,” sighed (Y/N).

            “…They all worried over nothing?” said Haruhi.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Tamaki got dramatic and forgot there are plenty of doctors available for private examinations instead of public ones.” They gestured at Haruhi. “Come on, let’s head on over.”

            “You don’t mind doing the exam with me?” said Haruhi.

            “As long as you’re comfortable, I am,” said (Y/N). They chuckled. “Honestly, it’s a little weird to be by yourself the whole time when everyone else is out here chatting and such.”

            “Aren’t second-years another day?” said Haruhi.

            “Yes, but we have the private doctor here today, so for brevity’s sake, I’ll do it now.” They smiled. “Besides, I need an excuse for leaving class with Kyoya.”

            “Oh, Fujioka, (L/N)?” said the doctor, smiling as the pair walking into her examination room. “I’ve been told about you. Please undress in the back.”

            “Alright,” said Haruhi, and (Y/N) nodded. They went to the back room, and Haruhi shed her uniform top and button-up to leave herself in a camisole. (Y/N) wore a simple white undershirt beneath all their uniform layers.

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            A scream got everyone’s attention, and a girl ran out of her tent, holding her uniform tightly.

            “What’s wrong, miss?!” said a nurse instantly.

            “A doctor grabbed my shoulder while I was about to change!” she said. “He ran down that hall.” She gestured to a side hall.

            Instantly, several other worried adults came over to ask her questions.

            “Does she mean that scruffy doctor?” said Hikaru.

            “I don’t see him now,” said Kaoru.

            “Scruffy? Oh, him,” said Kyoya, recalling. “He wasn’t one of ours. As such, he was not our responsibility and was no concern of mine.”

            “Kyoya, you should’ve have been very concerned,” said the twins, sweat-dropping.

            “…Pervert,” said Mori.

            “But they know what direction he went,” said the twins, shrugging. “So he’ll be caught pretty quick.”

            Everyone paused and looked at the hallway—the hallway Haruhi and (Y/N) had gone down to the private wards.

            Haruhi! (Y/N)!

            The host club ran down the hall.

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            Rustle!

            (Y/N) and Haruhi whirled, and their eyes widened as they saw the scruffy doctor hiding behind the curtains of their changing room.

            “Hey!” said Haruhi.

            “No, hey, wait, don’t scream!” said the scruffy man nervously, stepping forward.

            (Y/N) pushed Haruhi behind them, and they let out a surprised and muffled cry as the man covered their mouth.

            “I’m not—I mean, my daughter—”

            “Bun-Bun Kick!”

            Honey appeared out of nowhere and kicked the doctor. He went flying into the wall, and Honey landed easily.

            Haruhi’s eyes widened, and (Y/N) kept themself carefully behind them in surprise.

            “One…Looks that attract the public eye.” The twins glared down at the man.

            “Two…Undaunted wealth.” Kyoya entered and looked at the doctor coldly. Simultaneously, he draped his uniform jacket around (Y/N)’s shoulders, and they gladly pulled it around themself.

            “Three…Chivalry that cannot overlook—” said Mori.

            “—the hideous wickedness of the world,” said Honey.

            Tamaki stepped forward and draped button-up over Haruhi. “We, the Ouran Host Club, will see you now.”

            “P-Please!” The scruffy doctor instantly bowed deeply, touching his forehead to the ground. “I mean no harm!”

            “You don’t?!” said Haruhi and (Y/N) in disbelief.

            “I am called Yabu,” said the man, gazing at the ground. “I manage small medical clinic in the next town. My daughter…I just came here to see my daughter. You see, my wife left me last month with our daughter. There was a downpour. I got lost on the road. I finally made it, but I couldn’t find my daughter. Then they assumed I’m one of the physical exam doctors! I am crushed in body and spirit!”

            “This is pathetic, so I’m inclined to believe the story,” said (Y/N), sighing.

            “That’s just tragic!” cried Tamaki.

            “If you’re not an exam doc, what’s with the lab coat?” said the twins, deadpanning.

            “Omigosh! I forgot to change out of this!” said Yabu.

            So he’s an idiot, thought all the hosts.

            “Please don’t take offense, sir—” however, Kyoya’s tone was definitely quite cold, and from the way he still stood right beside (Y/N), he was still irritated with the man “—Are you perhaps looking for the public school in the next city?”

            “This…isn’t Ourin High School?” said Yabu.

            All the hosts shook their heads, and Yabu groaned.

            “How’d you know, Kyoya?” said Kaoru.

            “The daughter of a common medic like that at Ouran? Come on,” said Kyoya. “Our only scholarship students are Haruhi and (Y/N).”

            “Hikaru, Kaoru…Draw him a map to Ourin High,” said Tamaki softly.

            “Why us? His daughter probably doesn’t want to see him,” said the twins.

            “That’s for him to find out, isn’t it?” said Tamaki, looking somber for once in his life.

            “Fine,” said twins, sketching something simple out.

            “Here, and best of luck to you, sir,” said Tamaki, smiling kindly.

            Yabu bowed in thanks and ran off to find his daughter.

            “That was very kind of you, Tamaki,” said Haruhi.

            “Thank you, Haruhi…” Tamaki faced Haruhi, and he froze as he realized Haruhi was still undressed. His face blossomed red.

            “Pervert!” said the twins, hitting him.

            “Ow, hey!” He ran after the twins, trying to catch them.

            “Alright, everyone,” said (Y/N), clapping their hands. “Thank you for your help, but Haruhi and I do have exams.” They smiled and closed their eyes. “And we’re undressed, as Tamaki noticed like a pervert.”

            “Hey!” cried Tamaki. “I’m not a pervert!”

            “And I’m not supporting cast,” said (Y/N) pleasantly. “Out.”

            Tamaki walked out with his tail between his legs, and the twins snickered as they followed. Mori had respectfully not looked at Haruhi and (Y/N), and Honey hopped onto his back as they walked out. Kyoya left the tent last.

            “Oh, Kyoya,” said (Y/N), peeking their head out. “Here.” They held out his jacket. “Thank you for giving it to me.”

            “I’m a gentleman,” said Kyoya, inclining his head and taking the jacket. He wasn’t going to let some pervert look at (Y/N) like that. No one should do that. Yes, people could know they were attractive, but—Kyoya halted that line of thought with a nod to (Y/N) and a quick turn away. He put on his jacket and headed out of the private ward.

            Haruhi looked at (Y/N) suspiciously. They and Kyoya seemed to be more friends than anyone else with Kyoya. And Kyoya defended their honor more than Haruhi’s.

            Hm…

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[starsfic]

This is a random bonus scene from a fic idea I had.

With the whole game of the merch going on in his family, Qi Xiaotian couldn't help the flinch and spark of annoyance when he walked into the toy store and saw his face beaming from a wall of LEGO sets.

Yes, the merch allowed him to rake in huge amounts of money for his savings and to spend freely. (He just had to figure out how to put some of that money in Pigsy and Tang's account before they noticed and refused.) But the game made it feel weird to stare at his own face.

He shook it off. He wasn't here for that. He was here to buy Bai He a gift for her birthday.

Thankfully, no huge crowd rushed him. A few kids recognized him and rushed up and Xiaotian was more than happy to sign autographs for them (a few of them were wearing his cosplay set! So cute!). But Xiaotian easily made his way to the plushie section. This store was running a special on cat plushies, so-

He paused and blinked at the sight that greeted him.

The Demon Bull King was in the store.

Unlike the last time he was in a store, however, he wasn't rampaging. He was even dressed modernly, wearing a comfy sweater and a plaid skirt. Instead, he held a basket and was eyeing the shelves. Xiaotian turned his gaze away with a shrug. Maybe Red had some little cousins or something who's birthday was coming up.

He eyed the shelves of cat plushies. No white, definitely not, but none looked like Mo the most. However, there were a few black cat plushies and even more orange cats. And Bai He loved hanging out with Sun Wukong and Macaque! Xiaotian snagged the two colors and made the mistake of looking over.

DBK held one of his plushies. He seemed to be studying it with great intensity. Xiaotian found himself holding still, expecting DBK to rip the head off. He wasn't in the mood to fight, but he would if he did that, didn't he-

Then their eyes met. There was a long pause, long enough that Xiaotian almost wanted to check his temperature to make sure this wasn't a weird fever dream. The demon himself blinked, as if caught off guard, before his eyes narrowed.

Making direct eye contact, DBK lowered the little Monkie Kid doll into his basket. The sheer size difference between him and the basket made the scene feel even more strange.

And then DBK spoke, his voice rumbling in Xiaotian's ears.

"Nobody will ever believe you."

...alright, fair enough. Xiaotain honestly didn't believe himself.

[gejo333]

An Unexpected Match VIII

Pt. 1 Pt.9

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: It’s the day of the holiday party at your parent’s house…😱

No mature warning in this chapter.

Can’t believe I got another chapter out so fast! Pray that I keep up with this pace!🙏

I apologize for any grammar mistakes I missed!

Enjoy!🥰

Wc: 2.8k

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You scanned through the various clothes on the rack, trying to tone out the Christmas music playing over the speakers mixed with the various chatter of other people around you. You smiled when you spotted a beautiful spring dress you thought would be perfect for Gabi.

After buying it you walked over to the women's clothing where Stephanie was looking through skirts.

"Find anything cute?" You say as you look over the clothing rack.

"Sadly not." She pouted as she joined you on the other side as you both began to walk through the store.

"Do you have everything on your list?"

"One last thing. I've gotten everyone's gift. Just finished getting all of Miguel's and I just have one left for Gabi. It's this popular doll. It's from this new movie. This is the third store I've gone to to try and find it. I asked Miguel but he's had no luck either.

"You guys are such cute parents. I love it. Can't wait to earn the title Auntie Stephanie."

"Cute. I forgot to ask you this after the last barbecue, but did you tell Jack about me and Miguel? It's ok if you did, I know it's hard to keep secrets from someone your in a relationship with."

"Girl, I would never reveal a secret like that. Though Jack might be my boyfriend you are my bestie. But Jack did come to me and asked if I knew anything. He said he noticed the way Miguel looks at you. He said to me, 'he looks at her like she is the light of his life. The only person in the room.'"

"Do u think it's really noticeable to everyone?" You bit your lower lip as you give her a worried look.

"Nah, you know Jack is really good at reading people. You would know if everybody in the neighborhood knew." Stephanie chuckled.

"True." You chuckled along with her. "Miguel and I are going to say we're a couple at the holiday party tonight." You added. Your words made  Stephanie stop, grasping your forearm as she looked at you wide eyed.

"No way! I'm both nervous and excited for you. You think your parents will take it ok?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I know my mom would be thrilled that I'm in a serious relationship again. But i know she'll be upset that I lied plus I know my dad and her might not take it well since Miguel is closer in age to them than me. Now that I think about it. They're not going to take it well. What do you think?" You looked at Stephanie with hopeful eyes but they switch to worry when you saw her shake her head.

You arrive to the toy section of the store eyes widening when you see the vast amount of people grabbing things left and right.

"Shit. Ok. Steph, you know what I'm looking for, you go this way and I'll go the other. See you on the other end."

"If we make it out alive." Stephanie says before you split up.

You search almost every section from top to bottom. As you begin to lose hope you smile seeing at the end of the last aisle was the doll Gabi wanted. As you you were nearing the shelf two other people grabbed the last one at the same time. You huff in frustration as you knew you had no chance of getting it now.

"Omg is that Oprah in the shoe department?" Yelled Stephanie making the two people drop the toy and rush over followed by a few other victims who heard her. You chuckle as you pick up the toy from the ground. "My savior."

"That's what I'm here for." She gently bumped your shoulder with hers as you both laughed.

After you bought the toy you and Stephanie left the overly crowded store.

You headed back to your car, driving back to your neighborhood, saying goodbye to Stephanie as you dropped her off and Jack's apartment before you drove back to Miguel's house, parking your car in the garage. Surprisingly, no one has seen you park your car in Miguel's garage. If they have maybe they thought you were going to babysit Gabi, like you did at the beginning before your relationship with Miguel.

You entered the house as a smile lands on your face as you see Gabi running to you with her red holiday dress, with no socks and her hair all messy.

"Hi baby bug. What's happening here." You chuckle as you set your bags down as you kneel down to her height.

"Papa was helping me get dress for the holiday party at your parents house. But when I heard you come home I ran down to see you." You lift her up in your arms as you walk into the living room where you see Miguel in black dress pants and nice button up black shirt with a few buttons undone. On one side of his shoulders were Gabi's tiny socks and in one of his hands her shoes, so small compared to him.

"There's the little runaway princess and my beautiful queen." Miguel whispered the last part to you as he gave you a sweet kiss to your lips before you handed Gabi into his arms.

"No, I want y/n to help me get dress." Gabi pouted as she reached out back to you.

"But princesa, y/n needs to start getting ready." Miguel argued, but you smiled as you reached out and held her again. "It's ok. I'll help you finish putting your socks and shoes on."

"Can you do my hair in that pretty braid?"

"I think I have a good idea of what hairstyle I should do." You smile as you lead her upstairs to her bathroom followed by Miguel who went back to your bedroom to finish getting ready.

You sit her on her stool in front of the bathroom mirror as you help brush her hair. As you begin to style her hair by braiding some of her front parts before tying it in the back. You then grab your curling iron as you give her ends some curl plus some strands in the front. You then ask her to cover her eyes as you lightly put hair spray in her hair to keep its shape.

“All done.”

“Wow! I love it! Thank you.” Gabi smiles as you help her off the stool before having her sit on her bed in her room so you could help get her socks on.

When you finally were able to get her last shoe on Miguel knocked on the door frame. “How it going?” He smiled as he entered the room.

“She’s all ready and looks beautiful.” You smile at Gabi as she looks back at you with a bigger smile.

“You look lovely princesa. Now let’s let y/n get ready.” Said Miguel as his hand rested on your lower back.

“Wait, can I ask a question?” Asked Gabi.

“What is it Baby bug?” You brows furrow looking at Miguel, as he gave you the same expression when you both saw Gabi become nervous and shy.

“What’s wrong mija?” You and Miguel sat on both sides of Gabi to try and comfort her.

“When I was at the kid center when we went camping, I told all my friends that y/n was my mom.” Gabi looks at Miguel before looking at you as she hugs her face against you before she added, “Can I call you mom?” Though her voice was barely above a whisper both you and Miguel heard her as you both look at each other, eyes wide.

Your heart swelled so big that it was hard for you to not shed a few tears. You look back to Miguel who gives you a wide loving smile. Maybe it was your imagination but you saw his eyes become glossy as if he was trying hard to hide his tears.

“Gabi, I would be honored if you called me mom. I’ve always loved you as my daughter. My little baby bug. You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world.” You smiled as you wiped away a tear.

“Yay! I love you Mama.” Gabi hugged you again beyond happy.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” You hug her back.

After letting you hug her a bit longer Miguel speaks, “Let’s let Mama get dressed now for the party, Gabi.” Both you and Miguel’s smiles widen when he said it.

“Kk.” Gabi let go of you as you and Miguel walked out of her room and to your shared bedroom.

When you both entered Miguel picked you up as he twirled you around before holding the back of your head as he passionately captured your lips with his. When your lips parted he placed his forehead against yours as you both couldn’t stop smiling.

“I love so much Mamita.” Miguel said as he kissed away your joyous tears before kissing you one more time on the lips.

“I love you so much too Papi.” You say which Miguel’s eyes widen slightly, your smile widening as you see his cheeks slightly turn red before you looked at his eyes, clouded with lust.

As the door was already closed Miguel picked you up and tossed you on to the bed, as you let out joyous giggle as he got on top you fluttering you with butterfly kisses across your face and neck.

After taking a bit longer from your quick rendezvous with Miguel you were finally ready as you head downstairs where Miguel sat on the couch as he watched Gabi draw with her crayons on the table. As you walked down the stairs Miguel looked up as he stood up and joined you at the bottom of the steps, pulling you against him.

“Wow, Mama you look so beautiful!” Gabi said as she got up from her table and ran over to you.

“She does look really beautiful.” Said Miguel as he leaned down and kissed your cheek, knowing your red lipstick would rub on to his lips, not that either of you’d mind if it weren’t for the event your were going to.

You took a deep breath as you try to calm you rising nerves about tonight. Miguel noticed right away as he took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before kissing your knuckles.

“Everything will be ok tonight. No matter the reaction, always remember the home that loves you the most.” Miguel said as you looked at him before looking at Gabi gazing up at you with a big smile. You look back up to him as you take in a another deep breath before saying, “you’re right. I guess I should head over. I’ll see you both in a bit.” You leave Miguel’s hold as you blow them both a kiss before leaving the house and walking over to your parents.

Back in Miguel’s house:

“Papa, why aren’t we going with Mama?” Asked Gabi as she sat back in her place at the living room table coloring.

“You remember that Mama and Papa’s relationship is a secret, because we don’t know how others will react when they find out?”

“Yeah.”

“Well Mama is going over there to help her parents with set up for the party and make sure they are happy as Mama and I are going to tell them later tonight that we are together.”

“Yay!”

Back to you at your parent’s house:

You open the door to your parents house, embraced with the various smells of food.

“Y/n?” Yelled your mom from the kitchen.

“Yes, it’s me.” You say as you hang up your coat before walking into the kitchen to see your brothers, dad, Stephanie and your mom all helping out with food preparation.

“Hi honey. You look gorgeous!” Said your mother as she set down the spoon she was stirring in the pot before coming over to hug you.

“Hey mom, thanks. Sorry I was a bit late. Is there anything I can help with?”

“Everything is pretty much done but you can help bring the good to the dining room table.” Said your father as he finished preparing the salad.

“Ok cool.” You say as you grab a dish and bring it to the dinning room. Everyone from the kitchen followed, bringing a dish with them.

“Hey, Mom, dad?” They both look at you with a smile, waiting for you to continue. “I wanted to ask what you both thought if I was in a relationship…” you pause as you glance at Stephanie and Jack and then to Liam who was the only one who sent you a confused look. Getting the hint the couple walked back to the kitchen, Liam lagging behind wanting to know your conversation before Stephanie came back rolled her eyes as she tugged Liam out of the room by his arm.

“As I was saying, what would you guys think if I said I was in a new relationship?”

“That would be marvelous sweetheart!” Said your mother.

“Of course we would be happy for you.” Added your father.

“Would your thoughts change if I said he was slightly older than me?”

“Of course our thoughts wouldn’t change. Its always better to date a mature man.” Said your mother as your father nodded in agreement.

You smiled relieved to here their approval. Well, at least for the first part of the plan you and Miguel came up with this morning in bed for how you both were going to tell your parents of your relationship.

“How long has this relationship with this new guy been going on for?” Asked your father.

“Four and half to about 5 months.” Not including the weekend together two years ago. You left that part out.

“Right after your break up with Tyler? That’s fast sweetie.” Said your mother.

“Well, a rebound after Tyler turned into a date, then a bunch more before we became official.” You slightly lied, knowing full well sex with Miguel that night 5 months ago wasn’t a rebound after breaking up with your ex, but a night where you and Miguel were finally able to show the person you care for how much you love them.

“Oh, I see. That’s nice.” Said your mother with a small smile before returning back to the kitchen. You internally winced when you saw her reaction to your response.

Luckily your parents couldn’t push further as neighbors started to enter your the house for the holiday party.

After there was quite a few people throughout the house, making it busy Miguel walked in with Gabi.

Your parents headed over to greet the O’Hara’s as you tagged along.

“Hey Miguel. How’ve you been man? Haven’t seen you around much lately.” Said your father ash he greeted Miguel with a very light slap to his back.

“Just been extremely busy at work lately.”

“I’m hoping y/n as been able to help you.” Said your mom as she greeted Miguel with a welcoming hug.

“Yeah, she has.” Miguel looked at you as you both tried to not laugh from your mother’s oblivious words.

You and Miguel gave each other a greeting hug, still trying to make sure to not look too familiar with each other.

“Hi Gabi.” You say as you kneel down to hug her as she happily returns it. “Hi Mama.” Gabi whispered so only you could hear as she tried to hide her giggle. You smiled down at her as you brushed a stray strand of her hair from her face, secretly telling her you heard her. You stand back to your full height as you, Miguel and your parents begin to catch up with each other as you and Miguel still stayed pretending that you didn’t live with each other, and didn’t know what the other had been doing.

Watching from the corner of the room were the same brown eyes as before, glaring between you and Miguel and then down to Gabi as you helped fix her hair again. The stranger took a sip of their drink before setting it down on a side table before making their way over to you two as you were conversing with your parents.

"Long time no see, Miguel."

You, your parents, and Miguel look to the woman standing before you. Your brows furrow as you glance up at Miguel to see his eyes widen.

"Sofia? What are you doing here?"

The woman leaned down as she looked at Gabi who tucked herself between you and Miguel.

Sofia looked back up at you and Miguel, smirking before her eyes went back to Gabi. "Well obviously, I've come to see my precious daughter."

"Miguel?" You look at him as he returns your gaze before looking back at the woman with a glare.

"This is Sofia Grassi." Miguel looks at you and your parents before gazing down at his daughter who looks up at him then back at the strange woman,

"Gabi, this is your mother."

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Hi if it's okay can I please ask for a yandere Kosair with a Yuutsu darling and where she's friends with his sister and he slowly grows obsessed her and attached to her

(of-course, it was fun to write this!! Also apologies for the mistakes, I tried my best to find as much info about Yuutsu as possible!!)

Yandere! Kosair X Yuutsu (OC)! Reader

❀ You were a dressmaker in the Eastern empire, and your dresses were not a part of a huge showroom, but you just made a few dresses here and there for people and your prices depended on the materials of the dress, your dresses were silently famous and the words eventually received by the empress who needed a dress for a little get-away.

❀ She came to you, asked to make a dress and you did, and Navier enjoyed it…A LOT! It was comfortable, made her feel happy and pretty, and it was everything she wanted, she asked you to make more for her for different occasions and you agreed, you and her slowly in this way became friends.

❀ Navier would often get you to make dresses for her and her ladies-in-waiting or her nobility friends and she would often model it for you in a silent and modest manner, you quickly became one of her dearest friends whom she’d vent about all her problems to.

❀ Soon you met Kosair, who was the empress’s brother, and he looked identical to her!! You weren’t lying, he was adorable like his sister, but in an opposite manner, he was not afraid to hit a person who disrespected him unlike Navier who is very peculiar of her reputation, so it wasn’t hard to be friends with him as long as you don’t hurt Navier or anger him!!

❀ Slowly, slowly you also became very close with Kosair as he was more of an explorer he was always out and about and he visited you with some gifts or something to help you with your interests, he would also love it if you made him some clothing as well, he is obsessed with you after all!!

❀ And no, I’m not kidding when I say he’s OBSESSED with you…HE IS OBSESSED WITH YOU. You’re so sweet, soft and kind looking along with your pretty long pink hair, your creativeness and your two babies, who are kittens apparently!! He was ready to propose when he first saw you, no lie…

❀ He notices every little detail about you, like your light pink coloured nails, you relaxing more when it’s raining, the absurd amount of hair clips and ribbons for your hair, how you aren’t able to accept a gift because of your nervousness as you feel that you aren’t deserving of it, the pink and cute choker you always have around your neck for some reason…, the way your face turns red when you cry or blush even though you have a poker face on, the white, pink and black decorate which is spoopy; cute and spooky. And so much more, he has noticed!!

❀ Don’t worry! He won’t do anything rash, well not for a good long while, until someone decides to touch you or try to court you or try to be your suitor, they aren’t alive for long and are mostly beaten up and never found or accused of horrible crimes!! He has connections; he is a noble after all!!

❀ He is not gonna kidnap you, until he is sure you trust him a 100% and until you both are probably deep into a relationship, he is an impatient man but he will be patient and wait for the right for as LONG as possible if it’s for you!!

❀ He will make sure you have everything you want, Navier on the other hand is someone who contacts her brother with every problem you have, because she’s your best friend, she only wants what’s best for you and she wants to help solve any and every problem in your life!! And you fit perfectly with her brother; she WOULD LOVE TO HAVE YOU AS HER SISTER-IN-LAW!!

❀ He knows how much when a person makes dresses, they usually never get a pretty dress themselves by others, so he does exactly that, he buys you prettiest of dresses from different countries and with different fabrics, different styles, colours, patterns, dying techniques, etc. he is gonna make sure you’re gonna like them!! It’s just something he does; just don’t mind the tiny splatters of blood on some of them and by some of them I mean all of them…

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Ponyboy x fem!reader

I was hiding away with ponyboy and Johnny after johnny killed a Soc to save me and Ponyboy. Since I was involved, I stayed with pony and johnny. Me, ponyboy, and johnny here huddled together inside the church, asleep.

I woke up from a bad dream,breathing heavily.

Without making a sound,I stood up and walked out of the church.

These past days were hell for me,my routine was:cry,sleep,cry again and then fall asleep again.

Same cycle everyday.

And now it wasn't different,there wasnt one moment were i wasn't crying.

I was crying so much to the point they got annoyed by it.

But I knew they wouldn't admit it,or atleast I hoped so.

Suddendly I heard some noise from behind me,quickly wiping the tears off.

"It's not safe for you out here, we're still wanted, you have to come back in....."

Ponyboy mumbled half asleep.

I sighed and walked back in,Johnny was now awake,Ponyboy probably woke him up.

"Good, I was worried you would run aw-"

Johnny stopped mid sentence, once he saw your face, and the amount of tears that were streaming down your face.

"Have the tears stopped flowing for even a second?"

Ponyboy asked queitly.

I looked at him for a few seconds before hugging him,literally sobbing.

Ponyboy hugged me back, rubbing my back, trying to comfort me in some way.

Johnny sighed,sitting down.

My attention turned to Johnny for a few seconds but then quickly back to Ponyboy.

Johnny looked at me, he seemed to be getting annoyed from the constant sobbing.

Ponyboy, who was still hugging you, looked over at him, and shot him a don't you dare say anything about her crying look.

I burried my head in his chest,seeking for comfort.

Ponyboy continued to hug you he felt like nothing could go wrong if he could just keep hugging you the whole day.

Johnny walked over to the window, and started smoking again, now just staring out the window.

After a while I let go off him,sitting down in the corner.

I was thinking about Ponyboy,remembering how Cherry mentioned one or two times how she found him cute but I couldn't understand.

I hated it, and I hated her even more for that.

I mean,what is my problem?

Cherry is my pal.

I don't begrudge her a boyfriend.....

What does she want with Ponyboy anyway?

He dresses funny,he listens to complaint rock.

He's not even cute in a conventional way.

I mean,he's just this....slug.

Who hangs around the house all the time.

And he's a hideous dancer.

Couldn't take him anywhere.

"Wait a second,what am I stressing about?"

I thought to myself.

This is like,Ponyboy.

Okay,okay.

So he is kind of a Baldwin.

But what would he want with Cherry?

She couldn't make him happy.

Ponyboy needs someone with imagination,someone to take care of him.

Someone to laugh at his jokes,in case he ever makes any.

Then suddendly....

Oh,my God!

I love Ponyboy.

I am majorly,totally,butt crazy in love with Ponyboy!

But now I don't know how to act around him....

The day passed like crazy,soon enough we all fell asleep.

But I just couldn't,not when I was laying on the ground just a few inches away from him.

But he wasn't sleeping either,wich was good.

I looked at him....

All of a sudden I was all tense around him,there was no playfullness anymore.

Ponyboy noticed that,he thought you were mad at him....

"What's up with you?" Ponyboy asked.

"Nothin'." I answered shortly,i just couldn't be around him.

Ponyboy wasn't buying your explanation, you were always so bubbly and playful when you were with him, but now you were all tense, and reserved, there was something wrong, he was sure. He grabbed your hand and looked you directly in the eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong."

I blushed hardly and pulled my hand away "I need to take a breath...." I said,walking out the church.

Ponyboy got curious, he got curious as to why you pulled away, what was with that blush, and why the sudden mood shift... He got back up, and followed you out.

I sat down on the front porch.

He made sure the front door was closed, and sat next you, getting uncomfortably close to you, and getting so near your face, you could feel his breath on your skin.

"Tell me now."

I just couldn't,what if he didn't like me back?!

Of course he didn't....

I was freaking out that's for sure.

I loved him so much and I hated to lie to him.

But I kinda had to in this situation,it was a 50-50 chance here.

So I just decided to go for it....

I sighed "You know how much I hate when Cherry swoons over you?"

Ponyboy sat up, shocked, but relieved, this whole thing was just a girl having a crush on him. He leaned back, letting out a huge sigh, and looking at you.

"Yeah, I do remember, what about it?"

"Well,I kinda know why...." I mumbled.

Ponyboy was confused.

Ponyboy's face softened, and he had this slight smile on his face, he was just happy you didn't hate him.

"And why do you hate it?"

I sighed and leaned in,I did it,I kissed him!

Ponyboy wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back, and pulled you close. He kept kissing you for what felt like all eternity, his hands on your head, in your hair, on your back, rubbing, grabbing, squeezing, it felt so comfortable to be in his arms. You both fell onto his back, but he didn't let go of you, he just pulled you closer, wrapping himself around you.

After a bit we both pulled away....

I smiled "I love you Ponyboy Curtis."

"And I love you Y/N Y/L/N."

From the start,you were both cluelessly in love with eachother.

So....this was kind of a Clueless refference!

Hope y'all enjoyed!

[lamentingocean]

JAHA X READER

The dark clouds of the sky but only a memorable day of potentially dangerous rejection and love can occur into the streets of China, jaha didn't know what to do since he had always been the smartest in every situation and in every battle.

of when his clothes are bathed in the blood of powerful fighters and soldiers along his path to his goal, and to a world of bliss for rules to not be followed by such a class of martial artists,

Throwing their yuan away in such a cocky mentality, the master of the black rabbit clan knew how to take care of threats like that, even if it means having shards of a enemy's sword getting scattered in the ground of class, even if it means protecting ilyang, even if it means protecting Y/N from the dangers of this world, the dangers of China and therefore their path to power and vengeance leading to destruction and wars,even if it means the essence of insanity scraped his soul.

yuan rattled on his hand as he surveyed the remaining gifts to buy for Y/N. It was pure ruby earrings. It was a beautiful chinese dress, it was perfumes of the finest caliber of scents. there are so many options.

A flashback banged into his head. He suddenly remembered what you like, and what you like mattered to him even if he's a cold-blooded killer with an aura called the definition of danger.

"I actually like blue earrings, I like the way they shine, and they look like the ocean to me? Don't you agree?"

he came inside the shop where the earrings were stored at, there were many shades of color, blue, green, white, black, gray, orange. the blue one on the side caught his blood red eyes.

the beautiful earrings looking into his eyes were called.

The forbidden city of the ocean, it all spelled out in Chinese, and a rare Chinese ink to make it stand out more. he picked them up in slight awe. thinking: Would they look good on her? a voice interrupted his thought process. it was a man in the first desk.

with an angry look on why he dared touch a fine piece of jewelry, wearing his hands like an illuminating necklace, jaha questioned in his ordinary sass.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

"You're touching a rich peice of jewelry? If you aren't going to pay for that, then get the hell out of my shop?"

he picked up the jewelry anyway and walked up to him. The intimidation scared the man that insulted a master terrified him to the brink. like it went through his thick skull. a large amount of yuan slammed onto the desk.

"I need to pay for this."

"First of all, you don't come up to my shop like that sir, most people treat the jewelry with respect."

It was at this point that this man was pushing him to the brim, even the vein on his forehead shown it as a sign to stop talking before death kisses him in the face into the afterlife. the man hesitated on spitting out the next words that will spill in the next second.

and if he did, then he had a 30 chance to be alive. His red eyes took his mind into a terrified panic. his words spit out orchestras of fear.

"FINE. IT'S FREE. TAKE IT. JUST DONT HURT ME.."

his sweat soak his armpits, the filling shit of his system kept pouring down out of fear of whoever this man is.

"W-who are you?"

his footsteps walked to the door, and jaha didn't want to speak to him any longer after his terrified voice almost gave him a nearing headache. He looked at the real price of the earrings.

"Hmm..50,000 yuan."

he went to a place he knew you would be at, since that's a place that stored the most memories of you inside that insane head. It was raining blossoms.

he saw you near the lake, looking beautiful as ever, with (whatever chinese outfit you like) somehow. he felt happy and a sensation of peace in his aura. like he felt like he was in heaven with you. Blossoms coated his void black hair cutely.

you turned with a bag of desserts on your arm, happy to be spending time with jaha after all the missions and drama you two have gone through.

From the demonic cult, the martial arts league, the light faction, and the dark faction.

you saw him with an existing happiness and popped a strawberry, chocolate cake that is small as a kitten in his mouth.

"COME ON♡ LETS GO TO THE QIXI FESTIVAL!"

(my comeback era for writing came back)

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

as you’re admiring your face in the mirror, jungkook speaks up. “Have you thought about who you want to invite to the wedding? I know that I haven’t given you enough time but..” he pauses before continuing. “any ideas? Who’s Going to be your maid of honor? Anyone from your family? I’ve thought about it. Tell me.” you furrow your brows. “you’ve been wondering who’s my maid of honor?” he nods his head before telling you the names of his groomsmen and his best man (eunwoo). now, he wants to know yours, but, you haven’t thought about having bridesmaids or a maid of honor. it’s not like you can invite your family and it’s not like you want to.

“well” you start to think of all the names of his friends’s girlfriends. “tzuyu is really nice. jihye and lisa are funny, especially lisa. can i have two maid’s of honor? i can’t decide on just one” you joke as you leave the bathroom and sit on the bed. you and alina have been friends since your freshmen year in college. she got stuck with you as her dorm-mate and you both just became good friends since then, but hyejin is amazing. you admire how unapologetic she is and it’s because of her that you didn’t drown in self-hate after jungkook’s arrest. both women mean so much to you that it’s mandatory that you make both your maid of honor because both women have impacted your life.

jungkook asks why you’re having such a hard time deciding on a maid of honor when, in his opinion, should be a easy decision. you gasp. “oh my goodness! i never told you, huh? i made a friend at that banking job. her name is hyejin and she’s so cool. we used to have breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner together. she’s a great friend, i talk to her almost everyday. it’s mandatory she attends. trust me, you’re going to like her so much!” you say and for some reason, your little spew about this ‘hyejin’ girl rubs jungkook the wrong way but he doesn’t think too much about it.

after he’s finished getting ready, you both leave the apartment and head to one of the best bridal boutiques in seoul. since you’ve got a nice sized belly, finding a maternity pregnancy dress that you like isn’t easy. should the dress be more modest or sexy? you want both but with just a little ‘umph.’

after a lot of ‘no’ and ‘i don’t know’s, you finally find the perfect dress. “baby! baby! look! look!” you excitedly say before hurrying to your waiting fiancé. “do you like it? do you think it’s cute? tell me what you think”

dress: https://pin.it/4Fnha4htK

~🫧

When you point to the dress, he takes your hand and takes you to it so he can have a closer look. And it is a safe to say that he likes it very much

It’s perfect really.

“I think I love it yn. I think you’re gonna look even more gorgeous in it.” it has a perfect amount of sexy in it too. And with your changing body, he’s just gonna have a hard time composing himself when he sees you in it.

He really likes the neck of the dress too. The sleeves are perfect. Jungkook kisses you on your lips and soon you have the dress with you after buying it.

He really wants you to try it in front of him, but he won’t. He would like to see you wearing it on your wedding day.

But speaking of your wedding day, he doesn’t understand the need for you to have two maid of honors.

And who is this friend of yours exactly? Hyejin? He doesn’t like her. he actually has no reason to dislike her, but she’s the one who had your attention for the past three years when he was away.

He doesn’t know who this girl is, and he has no desire in getting to know her. But he’s willing to meet her, but she will only be your maid of honor if he approves of her.

No wait— she will only be your friend if he approves of her.

“Yn I want to meet your friend. I’m sorry I would never discourage you from making friends, but I want to see her for myself. I don’t know why.”

You both walk out of the boutique, and he’s guiding you back to his car. He doesn’t like behaving this way with you, but he just wants to make sure that your circle is right

After a few hours, you both find yourselves back home after lunch date, and Jungkook is busy doing house chores. You don’t want him to do this he knows, but he loves doing things for you.

He is still thinking about that friend of yours and how you said that he’s going to love her when he knows that he won’t. He didn’t like the idea of having a job, but you had no choice to survive. He knows that his family hasn’t been the best with you, he only wonders how they were like when he was in jail

“Well yn. Have you finished your fruits yet?” it’s 4 PM in the evening now and.. he really wants to discuss with you this friend of yours

Jungkook looks over to see that you are still munching on the fruits. He smiles. “Is it possible for me to see your friend tonight?”

[starkstruck27]

One last little mermay fic because it's the last day and I thought it would be cute (also I may be posting on June 1st technically, but I wrote the bulk of it yesterday so...).

Steve hadn't been working at the aquarium for long, but he loved every second of it. He'd moved out to California a while ago and he'd been down on his luck when Dustin came out one time to visit, all jazzed up about marine life, since it was his latest obsession, and he'd suckered him into a trip to the place before he left again for Hawkins. Steve had never had much interest in undersea life before, but as Dustin dragged him through the exhibits, he found himself in awe of all the beautiful creatures. At the end of their tour, he was buying Dustin a souvenir in the gift shop, when a large "Help Wanted!" sign caught his eye.

"That, uh, that sign," he asked the girl who was scanning the barcode on Dustin's stuffed seahorse and new San Diego Aquarium cap, "Is that just for the gift shop or is it the aquarium in general?"

"No, it's for the whole place. We are looking for a few people to be cashiers in here and the food court, but we're also looking for tour guides and trainers. The trainers have to have some kind of prior experience working with animals though, so just keep that in mind. Would you like an application?" She asked, her smile bright as she handed the younger boy the bag.

"Yes, please," Steve smiled back, and the girl handed him a small packet of papers fill out before smiling and greeting the next customer.

By the time they left, Steve had already returned the packet, completely filled out, to the right box, and two days later, he got a call to come in for an interview. He went, and an hour later, walked out with a job as a tour guide and a date to come in for his first day of training.

By now, nearly two months later, he knew the ins and outs of the entire place, and he could spit facts about sharks or jellyfish or anemone or sea cucumbers like he was listing the days of the week. He was one of the favorites among the tour groups, since he often made stupid dad jokes and gave out aquatic themed stickers to the kids. It was a hands-on aquarium, and a lot of the parents liked the gentle encouragements he would give their kids if they were scared to touch a certain animal, and the kind ways he would explain how to do it properly so as not to hurt the animals so that everything went smoothly. He was often handed tips from appreciative parents, and even though he always tried to refuse them, they always insisted he take them for helping their young kids to have such a positive experience. His fridge in his apartment was running out of room on the front of it from the amount of drawings kids would do for him, and he had made a note to get himself a little scrapbook or binder or something to keep them in so that he didn't have to throw them away to make room for new ones.

So yeah, Steve absolutely loved his job.

And when his boss pulled him aside one day and said that he wanted him to be the one to help launch the newest attraction on May 1st, he was more than happy to do it. He was just supposed to lead the families into the amphitheater that faced the biggest tank in the aquarium and get them pumped up to see some kind of show involving mermaids. He had no idea what it was or how it was going to work, but he was excited to do it, so he did.

Finally, May 1st rolled around and Steve was about to do his first presentation for a packed theater. He scrounged up some of the old confidence he'd had in high school and put on a huge smile as he walked out in front of the tank with his notes, quieting the families and greeting them before asking if they were ready to see some mermaids.

That's what the whole thing was about. It was supposed to be like that one attraction in Weeki Wachee, Florida, where they had the actresses that dressed up like mermaids and entertained families in while swimming under water. It was pretty much the same as that, but while the actors and actresses were swimming around, Steve was supposed to give a presentation on some fun facts about mermaids and then, at the very end, the families would get to pose for pictures with the actors while they were still in the tank. They were going to be going down with air nozzles from oxygen tanks in their hands, so that they could make cool bubble effects, but also so they could still breathe as they were underwater. It was actually really cool, in Steve's opinion, and he was excited to be giving the presentation.

"Okay, so as long as you're ready to meet our merpeople, we have to try and call to them so that they'll come out to see us. Merpeople are king of shy, so we have to be really loud when we call their names, okay? We have a lot of merpeople here at our aquarium, but the ones you're going to see today are named Pearl and Nero, so on the count of three, we're all going to say really loudly 'Hi, Pearl and Nero!', okay?" Steve said as he continued his opening, smiling wide along with a lot of the kids. They all nodded as he counted to three, and they shouted out for the two actors, and they swam over from where they'd dropped into the tank, somewhere off to the side where the audience wouldn't see them going in.

The first 'mermaid', a girl with curly dark hair and tan skin, swam over, wearing a bright red shell bra and a shimmering red tail that caught the light beautifully. She pretended to be shy as she swam over, but she smiled as a manta ray came up to her, and she pet it gently as the kids all oohed and aahed.

"Everybody, this is Pearl," Steve said, gesturing at the tank, and the actress waved back at the audience, flicking her tail as she swam all around and did little tricks. She could hold her breath for an incredible amount of time, only having to use the breathing tube thing once or twice in the past couple of minutes.

"Now, Pearl is a little bit more brave than our other merman, so we have to call out for him again to get him to come out, okay?" Steve said, and the kids all called out for the guy again. The actress in the water even gestured over to someone with her hand as she swam around and played with the fish and other creatures in the tank with her. Finally, the kids all cheered as another actor swam over, looking more timid as he did.

"Everybody, this is Nero," Steve said, and he gestured at the tank, almost forgetting his next bit in the script when he saw the man. He had blonde hair that flowed around his face in ringlets. He had a tiny hint of a mustache on his top lip and the most striking blue eyes Steve had ever seen. His tail was also blue, probably to match his eyes, and as he waved to the audience and smiled, Steve nearly fainted. He was muscular, but not overly so, and his arms looked strong and sturdy, much like the rest of him. And his smile was bright enough to light up the entire ocean if he wanted to.

Steve made himself refocus on his presentation as the actors played under the water, swimming around and playing with both each other and the creatures in the tank with them. They interacted with the crowd as Steve gave his presentation, doing certain motions to go along with the fun facts Steve was spouting, and just seeming to have fun with it. Steve was too, once he got over the initial shock of that gorgeous man swimming around behind him, and when the presentation was over, he both happy and sad about it. The next show was going to be done by another one of his coworkers, and two other actors would be playing the merpeople, so Steve decided to head back to where he knew the actors would be taking their breaks to see if he could get a chance to talk to the guy.

He found him and the other girl laughing backstage as they ate lunch and gossiped, and he was almost afraid to go in and talk to them. They both had towels wrapped around their heads to keep their long, wet hair out of the way as they ate, and they both still had their tails on, since they had one more show to do before they got to leave for the day.

"Oh, speak of the devil," the girl said to the guy, and she gestured to the door that Steve was standing at, smiling widely. "You're our presenter, right? We were just talking about you. You did a great job hyping up the kids for us. Although, your jokes were absolutely terrible. I'm Heather."

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm Steve," the man said, walking further into the room with them and tucking some hair behind his ears nervously. "Sorry to interrupt, I just figured that I should probably introduce myself to you guys at some point since we'll be doing a lot of shows together. And I wanted to compliment you on your performance, it was really, really cool. I don't know how you can hold your breath for that long and keep your eyes open underwater and still to all those tricks and stuff. It was just really amazing."

"Thanks," Heather replied, taking another bite of her sandwich, "And to tell you the truth, it's really nothing special. Just lots and lots of practice."

"And the oxygen tanks help a lot," the man said, the first time he'd spoken since Steve first entered the room. He didn't seem like he'd be a quiet person, but Steve figured that maybe he just didn't really like new people. He could understand that. Still, he'd hoped that maybe he'd have more to say than just that. Heather seemed to notice this, because she looked between them for a second, rolled her eyes at the man, and then reached down to unzip a part of her tail and stick her feet out so that she could shuffle off into another part of the room, saying something about needing to use the bathroom and leaving the two alone.

"I meant what I said," Steve said, stepping closer to the other man, "Your performance was really good. I've never seen so many happy kids in one room before. And you didn't even seem like an actor half the time there. You actually seemed like you lived in the water for real. And I'll tell you, you got a set of balls on you, too. I'd never have the courage to swim straight up to a hammerhead and just start petting it like you did."

"Thank you," the man finally cracked a smile as a cute little blush rose to his cheeks. "Yeah, I've always loved the ocean and anything having to do with it. And normally, I wouldn't have the balls to swim right up to a shark, but we keep them pretty well fed here, so I had nothing to worry about. But still, thanks for the compliments." The man paused again, setting down his sandwich, wiping his hands on a napkin, and training those striking blue eyes on Steve while he stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Billy."

Steve shook his hand, and he could feel his own face lighting up with a smile.

"Nice to meet you," he said, his heart fluttering when the other man's face finally broke into a full grin.

"Likewise," he said, and they began to slip into a more casual conversation as Heather returned and she and Billy finished their lunches and got ready for the next performance. Steve would have to leave soon to get his microphone and his notes sheet again, but he stayed for as long as he could, quickly becoming friends with the two actors and making a few plans to make their next show an even bigger hit than the last one was. Finally, it was just a few minutes before Steve would have to start welcoming families back into the theater, and Billy went off somewhere to do one last thing before the show.

"Oh, and hey Steve, I have a quick question for you," Heather said, just before he left.

"Yeah?" Steve asked, stopping just short of the doorway.

"Can I get your number?" She asked, thrusting a napkin and pen into his hands. "It's not for me, though, it's for Billy. Y'know, just in case you were wondering. He nearly choked in the tank earlier when he first saw you through the glass, however blurry. And he said you had a nice voice. But he's too much of a wimp to ask you himself, so write a corny little note and leave him your number so that I don't have to hear about how out of his league you are for the next fifty years, because he will complain for that long."

Steve was taken aback at first, but he was flattered, and he liked the other guy, too, so he decided, why the heck not? He scribbled down a note and his phone number quickly, then high-tailed it out of the room to be in the theater for his cue, just as Billy came back over.

"Steve asked me to give this to you," Heather grinned like a shark, handing him the note. Billy took it, puzzled, and almost missed his own cue to get in the water as he read and reread it to make sure it sunk in.

Steve left him his number. And a terrible dad joke, but mostly his number, and said he wanted to go out with him sometime. He'd said he wanted to be 'part of his world', and as much as the pun made Billy roll his eyes, he couldn't help but find it cute. He could definitely arrange that. But first, he had to get back in the water, and hopefully nobody would notice as he stared at Steve's ass through the glass.

And if they did, he could just pass it off as a merman curious about how the humans walked around on their two large fins.

[fnfandpicosschoolimagines]

Erm hiii!!!! Could u please write some headcannons for the goth punks x a very cute core, pastel, soft reader any gender I don't mind! If not that's totally okey!!!!

-silly banana dude

★ Authors Note: woah my first request, hope u like it!! and sorry if cyclop's one kinda sucks idk what to write for him.. im just gonna make reader gender neutral if thats okay with u :) ★

Goth Punks with a Cute Core/Pastel/Soft S/O

CASSANDRA►

Despite the obvious differences in both of your clothing styles, Cassandra thinks you look good. And cute ;)

I have a feeling she would take you clothes shopping once and a while, get you some nice pastel clothing! (so she could probably buy something like that for your birthday)

She'd talk about you to the rest of the Goth Punks, probably gushing over you.

I'd like to believe behind Cassandra's rough demeanor is a slightly more soft side to her!

With that said, despite her not really caring that much at first, now she really enjoys the type of fashion you partake in, she thinks you look stunning!

Though I don't think she would likely dress like that as well, not her style.

But overall, she loves the way you dress and won't let anyone tell you otherwise.

HANZOU►

HE LOVES IT!!!

Would compliment you endlessly, he thinks you looks adorable!

Would go out of his way to buy little cute trinkets to go with your clothes when he can. Would even make little bracelets so you two can match!! And even offers certain types of outfits for you wear!

He'd LOVE to try and match with you, he would look so different but silly in cute and pastel clothing >v<

Overall he thinks you looks like a total cutie ♥︎

CYCLOPS►

He'd be pretty curious about your style, if I were to think about it.

He'd try to suggest certain outfits for you to wear because he'd think you'd look nice in them!

A big sweetheart who like Hanzou, would get you little trinkets that match your style.

Overall, loves your style, very supportive [>_<]

ALUCARD►

I won't lie when I say he would be a bit confused at first.

He's been so used to being around Cassandra and the large amount of goth clothing styles the rest of the Goth Punks wore, so he was a bit thrown of by how different your own clothing style was.

Regardless, he thinks you look wonderful and would make sure you are aware of that.

Would probably try buying you something that you could try to wear with your clothes.

I don't think he would try matching with your style, the most you'll get it him wearing some pretty bracelet you got him, or if you manage to convince him, to wear cute little earrings.

Hanzou would be so confused when he finds Alucard with a handful of cute little ornaments and shiny bracelets.

Overall at first he would be confused, warms up to it and enjoys your soft style. He thinks it's cute!

— • • • ୨୧ • • • —

Well! That's the first request done! Really hope you like it (^_^;)

[vigilantebarbie]

i keep my jealousy close chapter three: i had to stop myself

chapter two

chapter four

Infatuation with a hint of obsession? Adrian knows all about that

"Dude shut the fuck up about this girl! You met her, what, one time? Put that shit in your spank bank so we don't have to hear about it." Chris almost yelled, interrupting Adrian mid-sentence. Adrian hadn't stopped talking about you since that night outside Fennel Fields, driving everyone around him off the wall. It had been tolerable at first, meaning the first hour. It had been two weeks since that day and he would always find a way to bring you into the conversation, based solely on your text conversations. He'd been bummed that you hadn't been able to hang out since that night but your schedules conflicted so much that neither of you had the time. Not that it stopped him from doing patrol in your neighborhood immediately after he got off work. If you didn't have such an early work schedule, you might have noticed the masked weirdo in a kevlar suit lurking around your complex and occasionally, climbing a tree to see into your apartment window. To make sure you were safe, of course. He'd noticed your cat, and your cat had definitely noticed him sitting in that tree.

"Bold of you to assume I haven't already done that," Adrian replied, grinning when everyone voiced their disgust at the thought. "Besides, we're supposed to hang out tonight since I told Sylvia that I'd report her for coming to work high if she didn't switch shifts with me tonight." Weed wasn't illegal anymore so Vigilante couldn't do anything about Sylvia, but not coming to work high had to be some sort of corporate rule. Ignoring Chris' vocal disdain for hearing about you, Adrian went right back to texting you while on his way out for the day.

I just have to go home and shower, workout was really intense today. I'll see you there!

Replying to his text with a soft smile, you went back to focusing on your hair. You'd slept with braids in your damp hair after you showered last night and now your long hair had a controllable wave to it but you didn't want to leave it hanging around your face. Another half-updo would have to do. You were only supposed to be going to the arcade, there was no need to be dressed up. But here you were in a cute little dress, sweater, and your cutest shoes. Your phone screen lit up again, unfortunately, a text from the very same person who had caused you to move to Evergreen. Once again, asking you if you could talk. Normally, you'd have blocked him since you weren't answering. But the desperation was kind of hilarious in the most pathetic way. Swinging your bag over your shoulder on your way out, making sure your keys were in hand before locking your apartment door and heading out to the arcade.

Adrian had beat you to the arcade even with his shower and almost tripped over his own feet when he went to greet you. You were even prettier than he remembered you being and you’d definitely sent a selfie or two during the last two weeks. “Are you ready to get your ass kicked by the arcade master? I sure hope you prepared cuz I’m really good at like, all the games,” He started to ramble again but you didn’t mind it. You didn’t really talk a lot anyway. “I’ve beaten all the claw machines. Those are totes rigged but you gotta know how they’re rigged so you can beat the system.”

You nodded. That made sense, in a way. “But how are you at Dance Dance Revolution? Because I’m actually the queen of that game.” now you were lying. You hadn’t played that game since sixth grade at a birthday party. That was like saying you were good at mini golf, a total lie. “How about whoever has the least amount of tickets at the end of the night has to use them to buy the other person whatever they want with their measly tickets? Like an eraser or one of those dorky little alien things you put on your fingers?” You noticed how he tensed up at the brief mention of aliens, shaking it off like it was just an aversion to them. After all, you were still creeped out by the ones from X-Files.

“Deal, I can’t wait to see what kind of fucking lame eraser you pick out.” He laughed, leading the way to the token machine so you two could play games to your heart's content, all the while hoping you weren’t as good at Dance Dance Revolution as you claimed to be.

The pair of you had been playing for hours, not even close to bored when your phone rang. “Sorry, I thought I turned my do not disturb on when I got here…fucking fuck…I gotta take this.” you were pissed. Your ex had decided to call you and since everyone could hear your loud ass ringtone, you couldn’t ignore it. “I’ll be right back” Rushing outside to talk so you didn’t disturb anyone any further than you had.

Adrian followed, frowning deeply at the way you seemed so distressed by this phone call. “I told you, leave me alone. I don’t want anything from you. Ever again…yes I’m serious!!!! I left for a reason??? You were a dick to me, why would I stay??? Go to hell.” You snapped into the phone before hanging up, shocked to see Adrian standing in front of you looking concerned.

“Everything okay? Don’t lie.” He seemed like he cared. So you told him everything, everything about the shitty relationship you’d left behind you and hoped would have stayed behind when you moved here. About how your ex was bothering you for the last month about getting back together and begging you to come back home. How you’d ignored him until he got pissed off and called. Adrian nodded along while he listened to you vent, calculating a plan in his head to make this guy pay for this. “But don’t worry about him, he doesn’t know where I live now and I’m changing my number soon.”

Biting his tongue to stop himself from saying that he’d kill anyone who ever made you this distressed again, he nodded once more “Cool beans, let’s go back and play some games cuz I’m kicking your ass.” He put his hands on your shoulders, turning you and directing you back inside. Not before noticing your ex’s name on your phone and giving himself a mental reminder to look the guy up. A visit from Vigilante might make him leave you alone. It wasn't like he didn't have a perfectly good reason.

That fucker would pay for making you upset