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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 10 months ago

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Beneath Miles of Stone - Part four - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: NSFW

She thinks the add on Craigslist is pretty simple.

It’s the price, the location, the apartment size, her number, and some pictures of everything before she moved in.

In preparation, she has to start moving her things into the smaller room. Well, she’d be more inclined to call it a big closet, but it will work since she doesn’t have many personal items.

The apartment is technically one bedroom. The room she is currently dragging her twin mattress into is listed as a study. She shoves her bed into the corner of the room, then drags her cloth dresser in and sticks it right against the wall. Next, her clothing basket full of scrubs. By the time she’s done, it looks tidy, but also like she’s living the college life again. She’s always wanted to spruce things up a bit and maybe hang some lights or buy some cool curtains, but that requires motivation.

She texted her landlord a few hours ago about having a roommate, but they haven’t answered, and she’s taking that as a really bad sign. To take her mind off the anxiety, she’s fixing things up and moving the place around to make room for another body.

Her phone dings and she practically dives across the kitchen to answer it with a mouthful of ramen noodles. It’s either the landlord telling her to fuck off, or a potential roommate, and she’s delighted to see that it’s the latter.

Hi. My name is Michael. Very interested in your add on Craigslist. Could I come see the apartment?

Below the text bubble is a picture of a blonde, blued eyed guy smiling with bright white teeth. A picture, she guesses, is meant to familiarize her with his face and indicate that he’s not some creep, but a creep could really look like anybody.

Fuck it. She types back quickly.

Sure. When did you want to come see it?

Today? Around seven?

Hell yes. Her smile hurts her face. She’s glad that she didn’t pick up at work tonight so she can prep more for Michael’s arrival. She only wishes that she could feed him some dinner and wine to make herself look like god’s gift of roommates, but, unfortunately, her last ramen cup is sitting cold on the counter where she left it.

Going out to get some food with her last bit of cash doesn’t sound like a bad idea, but she’s going to have to make it cheap. She throws a jacket on and grabs her shoes from on top of the heating vent.

The streets are quiet today. A Dusting of snow, mostly unharmed by footsteps, lines the sidewalk. She walks with her head down and hands stuffed into her pockets, fighting through the biting wind to get to the local corner market.

A couple kids pass by her on bikes, startling her. She almost slips on the wet ground but recovers. She stares after them, hoping they don’t get to find out what the concrete tastes like, and, upon looking up from the ground, sees a gentleman sitting on a tarp, leaning on light pole. He’s got a paper cup in front of him and a shopping cart beside him full of blankets and worn clothes. She leans down, pulls a 5 dollar bill out of her jeans pocket, and sticks it in the cup.

He smiles bright at her, grabbing the edge of his torn beanie and pulling down on it to mimic the tipping of a hat. “Thank you, lil’ mama.”

She nods at him and continues her journey. Some of the depression sitting on her heart lifts. Times like these make her feel like she does have a purpose here in this fucked up world. That purpose is to be an aid to her fellow man, no matter if some of them are huge assholes.

She walks into the mart smiling, but is soon frowning again once she counts the money she has left.

She tries to look on the bright side, remember that there was a time where it was her out on the streets or couch hopping in shady neighborhoods. She tries hard to feel thankful that she has schooling, a decent job, and a roof over her head now.

She doesn’t have anyone besides herself and that’s probably the hardest part, but loneliness is better than being in relationships with people that use you and abuse you. If she’s learned anything, it’s that.

She counts her blessings while picking out instant white rice, two 12 packs of noodle soup, a bottle of ranch, and some hot sauce.

It’s only about two blocks back to her apartment, but the snow is coming down a bit harder now. She tries to walk at a slow pace that won’t cause her to slip and face-plant or break an ankle, but her feet still slide a couple of times.

The first thing she vows to do with her paycheck is buy boots with tread on the bottom.

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, and she grabs it eagerly. A fuck off message from the landlord, yet? No, it’s Michael, potential roommate, wanting to know if he can come over at 5 instead of 7.

Of course. 🙂

She hits send, shoves her phone back in her pocket, and looks up to cross an intersection.

The universe really does have it out for her right now. She can look on the bright side all she wants, but the proof is right in front of her that some powerful being wants her to suffer. At least that’s what she’s thinking as she stares directly into the eyes of Benny.

He’s leaning on a building, wrapped in a leather jacket, talking to a few other guys, and when he sees her, he grins like the cat that finally caught the mouse. She looks at the neon sign that he’s standing under: RAY’S

Her face is a mixture of disgust, fear, and anger as she observes the shit eating grin on his face. He won’t stop looking at her, but she’s not giving him the satisfaction. Instead of crossing his way when the light turns green, she walks over to the other side of the street and goes down the opposite block.

She tries to self-soothe, reassure her panicking body that there are people around and he can’t do anything to her that witnesses won’t see. She looks behind her to make sure he’s not following, goes another block down from the club he’s at, then starts walking back to her apartment. Her pace quickens, and so does the number of times she almost falls flat on her ass.

By some miracle, she makes it into the doors of the apartment building without eating asphalt. She tries to act like a calm, normal human, but the adrenaline in her body protests. Ten deep breaths, in and out. Close your eyes. Tap your fingers together and think about something you love.

It takes a minute, but she’s able to come down from the hysteria. No harm done. He doesn’t know where she lives, just that it might be close to a shitty club on 38th street. Avoid that street, and she’s golden. Plus, pretty soon she will have money to ride the actual subway again and go to the bigger stores.

Still, the fact that she even saw him out there so close to where she lives is just pure shit luck. Either that, or he also has no car and is broke, so he has to live close enough to work that he can walk.

Hopefully, things will turn in her favor tonight when she meets Michael. That will be one problem out of the way.

She goes upstairs to finish getting ready for him.

Never in her nursing career, except maybe at the very beginning, has she longed for work. Well, not work itself, but a benefit of it, which happens to be John. It’s a strange feeling, but one that’s surprisingly easy to embrace and let flow freely into her fantasies.

If anyone ever found out, especially the man in question, it would be career ending and humiliating, but, here at home, alone, judgement free, she curls up the couch and embraces the reminiscent high that is John Wick.

This reminds her of being a kid, excited for the amusement park field trip in the morning. It reminds her of waiting for a fresh slice of her favorite pizza. It reminds her of something to live for and look forward to.

She imagines that he feels the same way; that every time she enters his room he’s pining for her. Her rational brain tries to laugh at her and call her ridiculous for that one, but delusional brain slams the door in rational brain’s face and continues daydreaming.

She tries to paint a memory of his angular face, black eyes, big hands, nice voice. His dry humor and crisp, honest words are endearing. The way he asked her what happened to her face illuminates the sugary illusion that he cares about her.

She tries not to remember how polite he was with Mike and compare that to how he is with her. It’s not any different, she knows that, but she wants it to be.

Her phone rings and drags her out of her land of make believe.

The voice on the other end is cheerful and soft. “Hi, this is Michael, I’m here. Can you let me in?”

“Sure.” She throws her blanket off and rushes to the door to push the button that opens the front gate. “Come on in.”

“See you in a minute.” He sounds as excited as her, and she knows he’s going to be great just by reading his vibe over the phone.

Michael is a chubby blonde cherub with soft, pink cheeks. He grabs her hand and shakes, and the first thing he says is, “so, just to get it out of the way, you’re not homophobic, right?”

She laughs. “No, definitely not.”

He sighs in relief. “Thank God.”

They talk for a bit. She learns that Michael is her age and that he works at a bank but is in school to be a medical doctor.

“I’m a nurse,” she tells him, grateful that they have so much in common.

“Hell yeah you are,” he grins. “When I graduate, we can start our own practice.”

It’s easy to talk to him. They click instantly. By the time they’re done laughing and carrying on, they’re practically begging each other to be roommates without realizing the other is not opposed to the idea.

“When can I move in? You still want me to move in, right?”

“You can move in today,” she tells him.

“Hm, I can’t do it that soon. Maybe tomorrow? You won’t have someone else by then will you?”

“No, definitely not, so you’ll move in tomorrow? I’ll have to make a key for you.”

“That’s not too much trouble is it? I’m sorry I’m such an annoying person.”

She grins at him. “You are zero percent annoying, Michael. I’m sorry I’m so disheveled.”

“And you are lovely.” He corrects.

She wants to be transparent with him, so she tells him about the rent situation.

He waves her off. “Don’t worry, this month is all on me.”

She coughs on the water she’s drinking. “What?” She says. “No way, I can’t let you do that.”

He shushes her. “This month is on me and you get the next one, babe. Then we’re square.”

She tries to protest more, but Michael is having none of it.

“I’m gonna go pull first month’s out of the bank tomorrow morning, and we can trade that for the key.”

They shake on it, and then proceed to talk more.

“I like to go clubbing, so sometimes I won’t be home at night. Do you go clubbing?”

She snorts. “No, I’ve never been.. uh.. clubbing.” For some reason that embarrasses her. “But I work nightshift.”

“Ah, a homebody,” he nods, “I respect it. As long as you’re fine with my party boy lifestyle. I might bring a guy home, but he’ll leave before morning.”

She shrugs. “I’m totally fine with that.”

“Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend or anything? Someone who will be over often?”

“Nope.”

“Well, even if you get one, it’s fine if they visit,” he tells her, “the more the merrier. Plus, I can tell you won’t pick a scumbag that will steal my shit.”

Michael is hilarious. He makes her laugh. She wonders if he should go into comedy instead of medicine. Most doctors are assholes, not charismatic angels like Michael.

“You’re not on drugs, right?” Michael asks.

“I drink,” she says honestly. “Probably an unhealthy amount.”

He puts his hand on his chest. “A girl after my own heart.”

They discuss drinks of choice. Really, she’ll pick any. He asks her to guess what his favorite is.

“It’s definitely tequila,” she chuckles.

He looks astounded. “How did you know?!”

When he leaves, it’s with the promise of arriving in the morning bright and early with his things.

She’s excited, but starting to feel the exhaustion that comes with working a 12-hour-nightshift and then not sleeping afterward. She bundles a blanket around her shoulders, pops in an old horror dvd, and curls up on the couch with a bowl of spicy rice and her last Mountain Dew.

She wakes up at midnight, panting, soaked in sweat, the ghost of either a nightmare or a wonderful dream oozing from her memory. The TV screen casts a black light over the room, flickers into moving shadows at the corner of her vision. There is a phantom name on her lips. She is sure the sound of her own voice saying their name had startled her awake.

She doesn’t feel scared, though pent up—twitchy. Her body aches with pleasant need. Pieces of her dream reassemble while her mind clears.

Shiny, onyx eyes, tickling facial hair, timbre voice, teasing, long fingers, the promise of an orgasm dangled in front of her. Her toes curl as her lower belly flares with the memory. The heat nestles into her center and lays heavy and insistent. She presses her cheek into damp pillow, hips trembling for friction, hands gripping the couch cushions tightly. The name leaves her mouth, just barely a whine.

“John.” Something presses at the back of her conscious, trying to wake her. Part of her own mind warns her that she’s totally fucked if she indulges this enchantment. Sleep has other plans: It pulls her back into lean, masculine arms. The owner of the embrace she folds into cares deeply about her, wants to protect her. She fights, she gives in. The room transitions back into black.

#john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x plus size reader #john wick x reader #john wick x you #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction

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jewwyfeesh · 1 year ago

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3rd anni enstars IF story -- story 1

Writer: @ inlandeempire

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Characters: Kiryuu Kuro, Kagehira Mika, Hakaze Kaoru, Oogami Koga

Theme: "If they're to pick out flowers for someone…"

Disclaimer: this was performed as part of the enstars IF section during the CN 3rd Anniversary stream (37:16 - 40:57). the stories are submitted by fans and two were picked out to be performed live.

translated from CN subs with reference to the script that they posted on screen.

this is story 1 of 2.

Kuro: Is Kagehira workin’ here? It’s pretty hard work.

Mika: ‘Tis not for monetary reasons, but rather ‘cause I’m stuck tryna think up some ideas for a performance… Notta mention, the store owner’s taken care of me before… So I’d thought that maybe takin’ care’of the store might change my mood ‘round.

Koga: Mm, this method’s pretty effective. When I hit a mental block, I’d bring Leon out for a run. A change of scenery really does call forth new ideas.

Mika: Kiryuu-senpai, are’ya here to buy flowers?

Kuro: Mhm, my lil sister’s birthday’s comin’ up soon, and I don’t really know what a girl of her age would like as a gift… Even if I were’ta sew her some clothes, I’m likely to be shunned. Maybe a cute flower bouquet would be to her likin’? Or… would it be more fashionable to pick a potted plant instead?

Kaoru: Yaho~

Mika: Today’s customers are all familiar faces I see.

Kaoru: Sorry, I accidentally overheard your conversation, and couldn’t resist butting in.

Kuro: Hakaze, do ya have any recommendations?

Kaoru: What about making accessories out of preserved flowers? It seems to be the in-thing these days.

Mika: Mm, this particular store’s able ta help preserve the flowers chosen by the customers!

Kaoru: Not to mention, Kiryu-kun would definitely want to gift his sister something that he made with his own two hands, no? Preserving your carefully selected flower, before turning it into an accessory… it’s way more meaningful than any regular flower bouquet out there~ ♪

Kuro: That ain’t a bad idea… I’ll think it over…

Koga: Aa—ACHOO…!

Kaoru: Koga-kun’s wearing a mask in a flower shop and he’s still unable to avoid sneezing altogether… Poor thing…

Mika: Uwaaaah… I forgor that there’s another customer! Oogami-kun, are ya here to buy some flowers too? Yer can tell me what’cha want!

Koga: Mm, I’d like’ta reserve one of those flower baskets[1] congratulatin’ a successful performance, and have it delivered to the nearby Livehouse next week. Is that possible?

Mika: Lemme write that down… Is the flower delivery address the same Livehouse that Hakaze-senpai used’ta manage?

Kaoru: Well, someone else has replaced me in the managerial position~ Even so, I do go back once in a while to check on things. The performance next week… Say, is that the band that Koga-kun’s been looking after?

Koga: Mhm. ‘Cause its meant for a Rock’n’Roll band, I needa pick a super duper cool flower basket!!

Kuro: Hakaze’s still plenty familiar with his own business.

Mika: Yer can have a look at this catalog for the various flower basket arrangements! Though yer need to book them in advance… same goes for Kiryuu-senpai’s preserved flowers.

Kuro: In that case, I’ll go pick out the flowers I’d like to use from the shelves.

Koga: A-a-a… ACHOO! Lend me that catalog, ‘m goin’ out to have a look! Hakaze-senpai, since yer free, help me decide which one’s more suitable!

Kaoru: Ehh? Kiddo, you’re asking for my help so naturally?

Koga: It’s gonna be placed at the door of the Livehouse, so it’s not like it ain’t got nothin’ to do with you.

Kaoru: Ah. Yeah, that’s true. Let’s look through the catalog together, then~

Mika: Hehe, I, too, have found inspiration for ma’ design. The decor for the next stage will have flowers as its main theme… fresh flowers, potted plants, dried flowers, preserved flowers… Creatin’ different results through a variety of combinations…

Translator's notes:

[1] he's talking about those flower baskets that you prop up on huge stands?? that are like "from X to Y, congratulating you on a successful shop opening" or whatever www

Story 2 →

#enstars translation #enstars IF story #Kiryuu Kuro #Kagehira Mika #Hakaze Kaoru #Oogami Koga

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gustokita · 2 years ago

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15 DEC 2022

So on Monday, I asked my mom if she could help me buy Christmas gifts for my friends since today would be our last day of finals. I suggested socks bc I heard one of them mention that buying socks for somebody is the best Christmas gift and he wouldn’t buy himself $20 socks, but he’d do it for other people, and he’d hope that people would buy him $20 socks, so I did just that 🤣 I wasn’t sure how to pick men’s socks, but my mom was used to buying them bc of my older brother lol. We found the softest ones we could find that were still pretty thick too. Yesterday, I was still studying for my final, and I forgot to wrap the gifts so I frantically asked my sister to wrap them, and she wrapped them pretty nicely. She also sorted out Lindt chocolates that I bought for them as well (and grabbed a couple as payment... I also owe her 10 lunches now)

then comes today. we had a rough final that we didn’t really feel prepared for. it was closed notes that’s why :/ I felt pretty okay after taking it, and at the end of the day we all did enough to pass the class so it was all good XD so after the final we had a group project meeting, going over our proposal and what-not, but beforehand I got the gifts from my car and put them in the next cubicle for later. after we finished the meeting I heard one of them say “Welp I got nothing else for you.” Then I added, “but I’ve got something for you guys” and I pulled out the gifts and candy and another was like, “Noooo, DC... wait... this is fucked up” and I was like what do you mean??? and he said “you didn’t tell us you were bringing gifts so we didn’t get you anything!!!” it was a cute lil surprise, I was so happy that their faces lit up and they all loved the socks!! :D One mentioned that his socks were thinning out so he appreciated the gift XD then they started playing b-ball with the wrapping paper, makin baskets lol.

then afterwards, my boo thang and I were just hanging out in his car and of course we did the usual things 😊🤗😘💖 it’s always so hard to leave his car 😩

it was a good day :)

#dcr we rambling

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maxismp1 · 2 years ago

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"Can you make it rain again?"

DreamXD × GN!reader

It has been a long week in your small land that one God have gifted you long ago. It was not to far away yet not to close to the land of chaos, or rather said the SMP.

The God that gifted you such a beutiful land was no other then the God of other gods, DreamXD, but you like to call him XD, it just seemed better that way.

You met the God at one of the many grass fields covered with flowers. You were laying there on your red blanket, next to your basket of many sweets and home made dishes.

He appeared out of nowhere and was looking at you, he thought that you would be scared like many others, or at least scream. But no, you gave him a kind smile and asked if he wanted any cake you got left.

No asking who he was, no asking his name. Just a kind smile and offer of your delicious strawberry cake.

That's was a start of long life friendship that will, like it's name, last until you lose your tree heart.

Now it became a weekly routine for both of you to meet at the field. No there were times that you couldn't come, and one of them is right now.

You weren't busy, you weren't sick, you just couldn't bring yourself to go. You looked out of your window to see the wind going in circles with brown leafs following it. It was him asking where are you.

With a bright smile as always, you poked you head out of the window and said

"Dear XD, I can not come today, but if you wish, you can come and visit the in the land you have given me"

The wind became softer and left in a way of his place. No much longer after there was golden shimmer in your bedroom, right infront of your bed.

"Hello XD "

You greeted

"Greetings y/n"

"I do apologise for not coming today but I just can't go, I'm not sick do not worry, I just don't have enough energy. And the weather is to hot for our ussual picnic"

The small smile under his mask that had and glowing golden XD carver on it never left his lips

"Is quiet alright my dear, but when u get better you better make me some of your cake"

Small giggle escaped you lips as you nodded along.

"Come lay with me, the bed maybe isn't big enogh for you but still, enjoy this evening with me XD"

His smile only getting bigger as he slowly climbs in to the bed. His wing spreading out full length, his four arms picking you up and laying you on to his belly, slowly covering you with his soft wings

"XD"

"Yeas my dear"

"Could you make it rain again?"

"Of course"

With flick of his wrist, the hot and sunny weather, became a soft rain and distant lightning

"Thank you"

You softly said in to his robes

"Your welcome "

Hello hello you lil shits. I'm bored so here you go... Anywayssss I'm gonna probably start writing again so yeah.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#dreamxd #dreamxd x reader #dreamxd x you #mcyt x you #dsmp fanfic #dream x reader #c!dreamxd

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xxsycamore · 2 years ago

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—𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶

► SYNOPSIS:

Walking next to Luka, one of his hands occupied with your own, the other carrying a picnic basket, you already consider this a perfect birthday. What more could you wish for?

▍luka x reader ▍rating: G ▍tags: Birthday surprises; Fluff; Picnics; Autumn themes; Cuddles and Kisses ▍wordcount: 1,288

▍masterlist

▍a/n: Today is a very special day because it's the birthday of a very special person!! 🥺🥺 Happy Birthday, dear @chaosangel767. It's hard to express all my love into a single message!! You're amazing in every way, from a super talented writer to an amazing friend, your sole presence in this fandom leaves me all smiley and warm inside! We're lucky to have you, your works, your support, your humor (!), all of your collaborations that makes this place more than just a community. Thank you for being my friend dear Chaya and stay the amazing person you are <3 I hope you like this lil gift I prepared!

Walking next to Luka, one of his hands occupied with your own, the other carrying a picnic basket, you already consider this a perfect birthday. Recently, he's been busy with work, and you heart has grown fonder for the small moments of intimacy the more you missed them. As if reading your mind, when you two got up from bed this morning - well, when you finally got up from bed after the well-in order cuddle session intertwined with birthday wishes and all other sweet nothings - Luka suggested going for a picnic. You had to patiently wait for him to prepare the food without sneaking as much as a peek in the kitchen - you'd hate to ruin his surprise! - no matter how good it smelled. You caught a whiff of apple pie, of the unmistakable scent of cinnamon that enters your everyday more and more recently, and other delights you tried not to figure out with your nose alone.

And now here you are, and here he is - the contains of the basket still warm underneath the soft blanket covering them, and Luka's hand in yours even warmer.

The path ahead is familiar. It is leading to what could as well be your favorite spot in the whole of Cradle, even if picking one is nearly impossible. Wonderland deserves its name. One life wouldn't be enough to explore all there is to it.

For all well-known pretty sights there are, you're somehow always taken by the ones staying in the shadow. When you and Luka found this small hill not far from the heart of black territory, you wondered how the place isn't more popular. The most remarkable thing about it has to be the big old maple tree standing tall in all its glory atop of the hill.

The hill is rather small and once you go up, you'll find a rather flat area, with a pond situated not far from the tree itself. A tranquil and beautiful place, upon discovering it, you and Luka have come here a dozen of times already. Both admiring the scenery, on one of your picnics Luka asked if you liked the area because it was untouched by human hands. Looking at him upside-down as he'd offered his lap in lieu of a better cushion, you told him that as much as you liked that fact, a part of you wishes someone would make this place bloom to its full potential, imagination trailing off in little add-ons as the sun above made you sleepy…

It was just another conversation between him and you. In fact, you have forgotten all about it. Until now.

As soon as you and Luka make it up the hill, you look up from your feet as you've been trailing off in random thoughts again - and you gasp. Your favorite spot is right in front of you, just as you remember it - for the most part. A beautiful curved bridge is now spreading across the middle of the pond - the pond itself looking better than ever, the water clearer, the surrounding fauna visibly flourishing. You speed up ahead still holding to Luka, and closer up you see that there are even water lilies in the pond now.

"Let's go lay the blanket and I'll tell you all about it."

You nod enthusiastically, keeping your curiosity at bay for the time being. Your belly produces a soft growl and suddenly the basket's contains make for a more intriguing sight.

"Oh, they're shaped like tree leaves!" You exclaim and pick up a cookie from the basket. Outlined with crème and even the veins of the leaf drawn on it, it's unmistakably close to the real thing, speaking volumes of the precise work Luka has put into making them. As if to further bold the comparison, a leaf from the maple tree dances around you in its fall, grazing your cheek before landing on your folded knees.

Luka gently puts it away before smiling at you. You lean in and kiss him, catching him unprepared when he thought you're too impatient to put the cookie in your mouth instead. His cheeks start to feel hotter the more he admires the sight of you admiring him - and his work. In shortly, he explains about the renovation of the spot.

"…And, that's why I've been so busy recently. I'm sorry that I had to spend less time with you. I really wanted to prepare this for you after our conversation."

You're speechless - not only does your dear Luka listens and remembers even the most trivial things in your everyday life as couple, but he also put in so much effort into turning into reality one of your stray daydreams. Not being able to do much more than blink in awe while he talks, the second he's done you throw yourself in his arms - nearly sending him off balance.

He strokes your back lovingly as you whisper countless thank-you's, withdrawing just to ask for additional details and then hugging him anew. He lets you know that his army unit helped him with many of the tasks, but for the most part it was just him and the slowly descending sun in the distance. He had asked Sirius for advice for nourishing the existing fauna around the place. He also confesses that the hardest part was rejecting you when you asked to come here while still in the process of renovation, in order to keep it a secret…

"Ah, I almost forgot. Ed will be joining us here soon. He probably wants to greet you in person. I wonder if he'd like the place, too."

"Mhm! He definitely would! We should save some of the cookies for him, then. He needs to see all of your hard work, not just for the place."

Luka chuckles shyly, gathering what's left from the food in the basket for later on.

"He also mentioned something about taking the Creek family here to try out the pond… I told him he'd look ridiculous marching with them all way into black territory, but he seemed so jovial about it."

You look at him in disbelief, nearly exploding in laughter in the next moment. Wasn't Ed just joking? It's always a little hard to determine when your friend is serious so you can't blame Luka.

In the same time, a strong gust of wind comes by. The orange-red leaves of the maple tree, previously intact on their places due to the lack of wind in the beginning in autumn, now set off for a beautiful dance. They come falling down at you and Luka, and you can't find it in yourself to move an inch. Laughter still alive on your lips because of the latest conversation, you let them land all around you, even on top of you, feeling careless like a child in that moment.

Luka is not much different, only moving to hug you from behind.

"You know, when people learn about this place it won't be our secret spot anymore. So I've been thinking…"

"Let's find another one!" You half-turn with sparkling eyes, excitement rising inside you.

"Mhm. We can even start today. If that's alright with you."

You chuckle and lean in closer, your nose caressing Luka's in the brief kiss. A journey around Cradle is ahead of you, it's your birthday, and you're with your favorite person. The cinnamon flavor from the cookies is still lingering in the kiss. Your friends and found family are awaiting your company for a small celebration in the evening. The day is simply, utterly perfect.

Another gust of wind comes by.

"If you stay here a little longer, I'll have to take the rake to find you among the leaves…"

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spencersawkward · 4 years ago

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hi i love your writing sm, could u do something w having sex w mgg in his trailer🦋

oh yes i can most definitely do that. i just did a blurb that included something similar but i have a whole other fantasy for this one that i think would be so hot. this is just like filthy smut i might have done a lil too much lol.

summary: reader goes to visit her friend, Matthew, on set. when he catches her doing something dirty in his trailer, he offers to help.

word count: 4.2k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Matthew

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, masturbation, dirty talk, face-sitting, degradation, Cocky Matthew, some semi-exhibitionism.

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my toes curl over the sheets and I let out a dissatisfied groan as I throw the abandoned vibrator onto the side table. ever since flying home from visiting friends in New York, I’ve been absolutely, embarrassingly... horny.

usually, my trusty toy is able to work wonders; this week has been rough, though. maybe it’s something to do with my stress-levels or maybe my body just doesn’t feel like cooperating. it doesn’t help that I have about an hour before I’m scheduled to visit my friend on the set of his show.

I haven’t seen Matthew in almost a year. between his shooting schedule and my own job getting more demanding, spending time together really hasn’t been possible. I miss his laugh and the way our conversations always flow so easily. whenever we hang out, it’s like we pick up right where we left off. and now, as I give up on trying to get one off before seeing him, I start to wonder what to expect. a tour? meeting his castmates?

to be completely honest, I don’t really want to do any of that. I’m sure they’re all very nice people and we’d have a good time, but the last week in the city was so full of group interactions that I’m really hoping to sit across from each other and just... talk.

there’s no point in speculating, though. instead, I glance over at my disappointing toy and sigh. maybe next time.

when I get there, Matthew texts me to wait for him so he can bring me to his trailer. everyone is bustling around, moving according to their own chaotic schedules. a couple golf carts occasionally roll through the space, toting actors and other personnel. it’d be overwhelming for anyone who isn’t used to it.

“Y/N!” Matthew’s voice cuts across the din of the set as he waves. he’s leaning out of the side of a golf cart that he’s driving, which makes me nervous as he pulls up to me. I raise my eyebrows in surprise as he stops the cart and hops out to wrap me in a hug.

he smells good, like expensive cologne and cool air. as he withdraws, he sets his hands on my shoulders and grins at me.

“you look great! how are you?” as usual, he’s talkative. I smile back, though, and take in his appearance. he’s always been handsome, but right now Matthew is looking especially good: the breeze has swept his curls, he’s got on a colorful button-up short-sleeve with parakeets on it, and there’s some stubble growing on his face that’s new. he looks older, more mature.

kind of sexy.

“I’m really well. cool ride you’ve got.” I nod to the golf cart and Matthew laughs.

“you wanna know a secret?” he smirks. I raise my eyebrows and he leans down a little to reach my height. “I’m not supposed to drive that.”

“how’d you get it?” I frown. knowing him, he probably managed to charm his way around the rules, but I’m sure there’s a funny story behind it as well. he’s full of weird anecdotes.

“one of my cast mates distracted the guy who runs the warehouse where they keep them.” he winks, then gestures for me to follow him. I slide into the passenger seat and before I can really process what’s happening, he’s swerving in a wide circle and speeding off.

“I’ve been meaning to call you,” he practically yells over the sound of the motor. “but I know you’ve been busy.”

“yeah, I actually just started writing for this new show.”

“you’re downtown, then?” he glances over with a smile and then we’re slowing to a stop. an enormous trailer sits among rows of other enormous trailers, presumably for his cast mates. he turns off the cart and turns his body to face me while I talk. zeroes in on me in a way that makes my stomach flip.

“for right now, yeah.” I can’t help the smile. it’s been a while since I’ve worked in Los Angeles; I was working as a writer on one of Matthew’s independent films when I got an offer in New York and decided to relocate. and even though it was amazing there, I missed California sunshine and I missed him. we were inseparable before I left.

“so, what I’m hearing is that you’re now legally bound to hang out with me.” he grins in that dazzling way of his. I laugh and nod, climbing out when he does. he opens the trailer door for me. “I have to go back to work in about twenty minutes, but afterwards I wanna take you to dinner.”

“oh, I could have come later. I’m sorry.” I turn to apologize, but he’s quick to wave it off.

“it’s fine. as long as you don’t mind spending an hour in here, it shouldn’t be too torturous.”

I peer around the space, noticing the little ways in which Matthew has made this place his own: aside from all the complimentary gift baskets and notes, the trailer is occupied by strange trinkets that he’s collected, random books and notebooks that scatter the couch and what looks like an attempt at a desk.

“wow.” I say. he sidles up next to me, sighing and realizing that it’s a bit cluttered.

“sorry about the mess. I haven’t really had time to clean up.”

“no, no, I meant ‘wow’ in a good way.” I walk over to the couch and sit down, patting the spot next to me. he smiles, pushes an acting theory book out of the way, and sinks into the cushions a safe distance from me.

“tell me about this job, then.” he immediately starts. I shrug.

“it’s nothing huge, just a teen drama. everyone I work with is brilliant, though.”

“that’s amazing. have you had a chance to work on your art?”

I think back to all the times when Matthew and I would spend free afternoons doing doodle competitions of the crew, usually on random scripts. they were judged by other cast mates, anyone who would take the time to look. I don’t think I was supposed to be on set as much as I was, but it was worth it.

“I wish. my schedule is so busy now, I barely have time to make dinner for myself.” I laugh. he leans back into the corner of the couch, resting his arm on top of the back. I pull one leg beneath me and mirror his actions.

“that’s too bad. I was looking forward to seeing some new stuff.”

“I don’t think any of my co-workers would particularly enjoy the representations I do of them.”

“sour sports.” he says. the strangeness and vehemence of the sentiment makes me snort and I glance at the notebooks around the room.

“how about you? any new masterpieces?”

we go on like this for a while, just catching up and slipping into our inside jokes and memories as if they aren’t from a different time in our lives. although I was excited to see him today, there was a lingering nervousness about it going as planned. sometimes you try to reconnect and the spark is just... gone. but Matthew is still Matthew, and I’m still me.

he ends up leaving to go shoot sooner than I can believe, time passing quickly, and tells me to feel free to read any of his books or look through his sketchbooks. he never hides anything, and it’s admirable.

once he’s gone, I settle onto the couch with a used Ray Bradbury anthology that I found beneath a bag of sour candies and start to read.

my mind wanders, however, as I try to concentrate on the page. I think about how Matthew looks now, how the stubble makes his jaw even more defined. those wide, hazel eyes that always seem to glitter with enthusiasm. I don’t know if I’m still frustrated from the unsuccessful session with my vibrator earlier, but the thoughts begin to turn over in my mind and mingle with other ones.

there were moments with him that I remember, quiet ones where we’d be about to say goodnight or moments where he’d fall asleep on my shoulder in my apartment, where I’d look at him and consider the possibility. we get on so well, and he’s arguably one of my best friends. distance hasn’t changed that. there are things I would tell him that I haven’t told my other friends.

and when he’d brush against my skin, or grab my arm to get my attention, and my imagination would run wild. heated kisses and closed doors. finding the way to my bed in the dark, his hands on my waist while he crawls on top of me. things that never happened but that I imagined as if they were real memories seared into my mind.

and now, sitting in this trailer with this book and on this couch that smells like him, those feelings return like something lost, then found: rushing, feverish, overpowering. the images come in a flux, his weight on top of mine and his teeth dragging over my tits. on this couch, that’s all I want.

there’s a blush on my cheeks as I drop the book on the floor and undo the button on my pants. it won’t take me long; I can feel how wet I’m getting and I haven’t even thought that much about it. the pent-up excitement from earlier will overtake my senses. he said I have an hour, and this might take ten minutes tops.

as my fingertips brush over my panties, I close my eyes and imagine they’re his. curious, gentle, teasing before reaching below the waistband and cupping me. I whimper, starting to trace over the wet folds of my entrance with an eager hand. it feels good, right, and the heat of my body tells me that this time, it’ll work. my head is full of thoughts of him, and I dip a finger in, clenching around the digits. the heel of my palm presses into my clit and I moan, starting to work myself.

I imagine Matthew coming in here after he’s done and kissing me like he’s wasted enough time waiting; like he can’t wait another second to be with me. my pace quickens at the memory of his hands, veined and strong and sure, pumping into me. taunting me.

“Matthew...” I whine, removing my fingers to circle my clit with a hurried pressure. every second burns across my skin, reminding me that what I’m doing is wrong. I shouldn’t be touching myself in his trailer while he works, especially not when he’s coming back soon.

but it’s hot, too, and the rhythm I create is impossible to resist. I switch between fingering and toying with my bundle of nerves while clenching my free hand in the couch cushion. my eyes are squeezed shut as I get closer to orgasm, the knot in my stomach tightening with every moment.

“o-oh my god,” I hum. “Matthew--”

the sharp intake of breath makes my entire body freeze. my eyes fly open to see the bastard himself standing there, lips parted. he can’t seem to figure out where to look: my face, which was just contorted in pleasure while I moaned his name, or my pussy, which is almost completely on display now that I’ve managed to push my jeans down to my knees.

“oh my god.” I stutter, immediately removing my hand and sitting up. my cheeks are on fire and everything around me seems surreal. this can’t be real. “y-you weren’t supposed to be back for an hour.” I say stupidly. shit ton of luck that hour did me.

“we, uh, wrapped early.” he averts his eyes, then glances cautiously at my face. “I promise I walked in here before I knew. I never meant--”

“no, it’s fine.” I pull up my jeans, still too shocked to make any sweeping movements. he doesn’t seem quite sure what to do with himself, and I speak to break the silence. “sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I wonder what you’d have done with an actual hour.” he says it like he’s attempting to lighten the mood, then winces as he realizes that he shouldn’t have said that. “sorry, bad joke. I’m just-- surprised.”

“Matthew, I’m so sorry--” I start. there’s literally no other direction to take this conversation. I feel like I’ve ruined our friendship within the span of a few seconds.

“were you saying my name?” he asks, eyebrows slightly raised. I would like to sink into the floor and never come up again, I think.

“well, the thing is--” I take a deep breath. “I don’t normally, um... do that in people’s trailers?” my frown makes him smile a little as he relaxes. now that I’m fully clothed, he doesn’t seem so daunted. I scoot up on the couch and glance between the open spot and him to get him to sit. standing only makes it weirder.

he obliges, watching me pull my knees into my chest before I start to explain. guilt is building in my chest now, so much more real after being caught.

“I don’t wanna make this even more awkward than it is, but I feel like I should make it clear that there’s a reason why I was doing it in here and I’m not some freak who, like, contaminates people’s space. like, I was just gonna be super quick about it and be done because-- and now I’m justifying it, which is even worse--”

“hey, Y/N, relax.” Matthew reaches out and touches my wrist, his fingers soft as they pull my attention to his. when I finally muster the courage to look him in the eyes, he’s got a small smile on his face. “I’m not mad or anything.”

“okay.” I sigh, spine going a little less rigid.

“you were moaning my name, though, right?” he smirks. my eyes widen.

“don’t get too cocky,” I try to play it off. “I haven’t been able to get off for the past few days and I only tried it to see if it would work.”

“looks like it did.” he glances between my flushed cheeks and the hand that was playing with myself, which is now sitting on my jeans. how is he being so fucking smooth right now?

“whatever.” I turn my face away, knowing that anything else would be damning.

“are you still... frustrated?” he asks. his voice is low. my face snaps up, jaw dropping. one of his hands is covering the crotch of his jeans, trying to hide something.

“why?”

“I can help you out. only if you want to, of course.” he says this in complete seriousness. my gaze passes over his features once again to make sure I’m not absolutely dreaming. every line in his face, the intensity of those pretty irises, feels too real to be fake.

“like...” I think about his hands, about what he’s offering. it’s heavier than just sex, but also maybe not. it doesn’t have to be; we’re adults. our friendship wouldn’t be shattered by one encounter.

“like I’ll eat you out right now and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” we’ve moved closer on the couch, our faces inches apart while he says it so quietly that I wouldn’t hear it otherwise. the way he licks his lips, stares at me, tells me that we’ve already passed the point of no return. there’s no use in holding back anymore.

“mhmm.” I nod. if I say anything more, I’ll reveal more than he wants to know. that I’ve wanted this for a while, even though I tried to forget the way he makes me feel.

“come here, then.” he beckons me forward and I impatiently crash my lips to his. he responds immediately, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling me to him. he’s greedy, but not in a way that overwhelms. like he’s trying to enjoy the moment. his nose brushes my cheek when he deepens the kiss, my hands looping around his neck. he begins to bite on my lower lip, tugging to get me to moan. I let him explore me, those features that he’s seen so many times but has never touched.

we’re hopeful in our embrace, and my mind feels like spring and how I imagine the earth feels when it’s in full bloom. excitement in my veins as we get more heated. when his fingers unbutton my jeans, he pulls away to take a moment.

“sit on my face.” he breathes out, feverish. I nod, getting up to shrug off my jeans. he watches, licking his lips when I pull down my panties and step out of them, then take off my top and bra. he leans back as if to sink down onto the couch for me, but I shake my head.

“take off your clothes first.” I tell him.

“you wanna see me naked?” he knows the truth, but wants me to say it. the smirk on his face makes me annoyingly aroused. I just start to go for the buttons on his shirt.

“yeah, I wanna see you naked.” I reply. this makes him grin and he helps me out by working on his jeans. we strip him down and then we’re both there, looking at each other.

“c’mere, beautiful.” he grabs my hip and pulls me closer until I get on the couch and position myself. he lies down flat, gesturing for me to scoot up his chest until my core is right above his face. “perfect.”

I’m about to poke a little fun at him for being so confident when he reaches up, wraps his hands around my thighs, and pulls me down against his face.

I yelp, overwhelmed by how he moans against my heat and starts to eat me out. his tongue moves expertly, lapping at the wetness that’s gathered between my legs before teasing my entrance. I release a series of noises that are downright sinful, but the red marks he’s leaving in my thighs tell me he’s loving my reaction. his nose brushes against my clit and I start to roll my hips against his face, falling apart already as he switches between sucking, licking, and sliding his tongue inside me. I grip onto his hair, mumbling like a prayer.

he takes the opportunity to quickly slap my ass before returning to my thighs, burying his face and working with a divine acuity. I can’t believe how good it feels, throwing my head back and arching my spine while I hold my tits. Matthew moves my hand and massages one while he stares up into my eyes, lust evident in every sound and motion.

“Matthew, please--” I gasp. “don’t stop.”

he groans, running his nails down my stomach while I ride his face. I’m needy for him, only uttering his name and more pleas for his tongue. and the sensation of him holding me down like he can’t get enough makes the knot from earlier return easily. I lean back a little, swirl my hips, and then it comes like a white-hot wave.

“oh my god—“ I can barely get it out, moving with abandon. “it’s so fucking good.”

he lets my body slow to a reasonable pace, drawing out the high until I’m swallowing all the air I can get and pull myself away from him. Matthew’s grinning, mouth glistening while he sits up a bit.

“such a wet little pussy.” he tells me, licking his lips. I’m pretty much resting on his chest and I start to move off of him when he quickly straightens himself, wraps his arms around my waist, and pushes me so I’m laying on my back at the other end of the couch with him leaning over me.

I brush his curls out of his face, appreciating the hunger in his face. he craves more of me, and the erection he’s pressing into my inner thigh is proof. I look up at him.

“you’re good.” I concede. he shrugs, smiles. butterflies.

“I just think about it a lot.” the response is simple, but it’s the right one. I blush and he grabs his dick, pumping it a few times before lining it up at my entrance. I search his eyes, those widened pupils, as he shoves into me.

“shit.” he moans, jaw dropping once he’s reaching the hilt. “give it to me, baby.” I can feel him deep inside, cock twitching against my walls as he settles. one of his arms is over me, supporting himself on the arm of the couch, while the other holds my waist.

I don’t speak, only bite down on my lip and whimper through the initial shocks of him. it isn’t until he pulls out that I get more vocal. he starts to roll his hips, never breaking eye contact while I arch my back and moan.

“harder.” I whisper. he tightens his grip on me and slams himself inside. my body instinctively moves up away from the pressure, but he brings me right back down.

“is this what you were thinking about?” he breathes out. “me fucking you like a slut?”

I nod urgently, but he uses an index finger to tilt my face back to his.

“tell me who you belong to, little slut.” his tone is low, laced with lust when he bites his lip and watches my reactions to his cock.

“you.” I whine quietly, grabbing his shoulders for stability while he plows into me.

“louder, sweetheart. you were plenty sure before.” he mocks, pausing after to moan in my ear like he’s absolutely losing it. he roughly tugs me further against him and the sensation makes me cry out.

“y-you-- fuck!”

“c’mon, baby.” he pants. we’re definitely rocking this trailer with the way he’s ramming my body right now. I can feel him like he’s in my ribs.

“Matthew, oh god--”

“show me how you cum, Y/N. lemme see you fucking break.” the final word is punctuated by him bottoming-out within me, his noises their own stimulation to my senses. I’m trying to breathe but it’s so hard with all the thoughts firing in my brain. he doesn’t go easy on me.

“I’m cumming.” my hips jerk up into his, pussy fluttering like it’s trying to push him out. but the tension only makes him thrust harder, further, chasing his own release as I claw at his back and squeeze my legs around his torso.

“can I fill that tight little cunt up, baby?” he moans into my ear, our bodies like undulating waves. I nod and buck against him, which drives him mad as his thrusts get sloppier. we’re filthy together and it’s otherworldly. “good girl.”

he lets out a whimpering sound while he stills inside my body and cums. I feel him twitching, shooting his load into me. I’m writhing while I clench around him, both of us falling apart. for all his cockiness, he’s lovely when he’s orgasming-- mouth open, eyes rolling back into his head before focusing intently on my face, a sheen of sweat that glows on his cheekbones.

when he finally withdraws, leaving me naked and panting on his couch, his eyes run over my body appreciatively.

“that help?” he smirks as he straightens. I glare at him, kneeing him in the ribs, and he leans down to kiss my cheek, giving me a tender look. “I’m joking. are you okay?”

“more than okay.” I smile. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, closing and opening his mouth as if debating whether or not to say something else.

“you’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“thanks.” as if this man hasn’t already fucked me senseless, I blush, look away shyly. he grabs my clothes from the floor and hands them to me.

“do you want some water?” he’s worried about giving me space. there’s a question lingering between us that I’m afraid to ask, especially now that he hasn’t. Matthew has always been the more bold between the two of us.

“uh, sure.” if it means he takes his eyes off me long enough for me to regain my bearings, yes. I watch him pull on the rest of his clothes before standing and going over to his mini-fridge. I’ll need to clean up soon.

“so...” his voice is measured, hazel eyes slipping over my form.

“so.”

“dinner? and then breakfast?” he suggests. my eyebrows raise at the second question, one that he hasn’t mentioned until now. the implication makes me laugh.

“you think you’re getting this again?” I try to act nonchalant, as if I’m not already imagining it.

“oh, wait--” he frowns, hesitates. “that’s not what I meant.”

“what did you mean?” there’s a grin taking over my face, hopeful as I await his response. I guess we’re about to answer that question after all.

“I wanna finally take you on a date.” he smiles softly, surprisingly shy. I don’t even hesitate to answer.

“I’m in.”

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intangibly-here · 3 years ago

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i miss you (more than anything)

zhongli x gn!reader

- scenario; 2.4k words - modern!au - fluff - jealousy

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zhongli isn’t one for jealousy— usually.

title from mitski - francis forever.

requested by anon.

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“an excellent choice, sir.”

again with the nicknames...

slender fingers pick up a considerably stylized box, the smooth white a stark contrast to dark, glove-adorned palms. zhongli turns the box over in his hands, inspecting the various fine print explanations splayed along the edges of the plastic. now this is...

BANG!

clink.

zhongli barely stifles a flinch at the sound of the door slamming, hinges squeaking and metal lock clicking into place with a whirlwind of motion. amber eyes flick up to the doorway, then back down to the polished counter.

five minutes late.

he sets the ice cube he’s handling into a wine glass after a brief pause, beginning to fashion up a flute of apple cider vinegar. the pattering of lively footsteps against tiled flooring rapidly grows nearer, clattering to a halt directly across the bar from where he stands.

“hey there, mister zhongli! looking just about as boring as ever!”

hu tao plops into the cushioned chair, swiveling back and forth on the seat and leaning forward to watch him pour the concoction.

(it’s designated for customers of course— though that’s only usually. she happens to claim, to his exasperation, that she has “owner privileges”; whatever that could possibly mean when the place itself is meant to serve the needs of customers: that would include the spacing and chairs they may potentially desire when they enter the premises. unfortunately, he’s given up on understanding on her whims.)

from his position across the counter, zhongli absentmindedly spies the edge of a bright-red butterfly wing from underneath her outfit’s loose, flowing sleeves, the simple pendant string looped twice around her wrist.

swallowtail.

it’s the name (”like the butterfly, zhongli! the butterfly!”) of the establishment he’s currently employed at and is “run” by the granddaughter of a distant relative (though the bar is legally owned by said relative’s family). due to his— well, rather particular (per say) spending habits and a lack of mindfulness regarding the matter of what they liked to call savings (why would there be a need for these “savings”? he’d like to protest he’s traversed life well enough without them), he’d been pushed into putting the multitude of experience from past jobs into this one.

and well, here he is now.

chop. chop.

two evenly-sliced apple slices tip over from against the blade of the knife and onto the wooden cutting board. fetching a sprig of mint from the small potted plant just below the rack of knives (growing lights and shelving did wonders in the spontaneous lighting of the nightclub), zhongli finished decorating the non-alcoholic drink of choice for the pseudo-proprietress. who knew what havoc she’d cheerfully throw herself into, archons forbid, if it were liquor. she’s already enough of a handful as it is.

he sighs in resignation and slides the beverage over. the ice tinkles in the glass confines. he does have a favor to ask today after all. hu tao gives the drink a sniff, then puffs her cheeks in mock anger.

“no alcohol? booooo, you’re such a rock.”

she takes a generous sip anyway.

“so, what did you call me here for? not very zhongli-like for you to ask something of lil’ ol’ me. archons, have you been replaced?”

she squints at him judgingly, then raises an eyebrow when he hesitates to answer.

“doesn’t look that way, old man.”

zhongli can feel the beginnings of a headache forming between his brows. he waves his hand dismissingly as if flicking away her babbling nonsense.

“i have a favor to ask of you.”

“oh-ho?”

hu tao smirks playfully and pushes the half-finished drink aside, craning her neck forward.

“what can i do for our esteemed mister zhongli, hm? hehe.”

zhongli clenches his fist under the edge of the woodwork in an effort to calm his raging annoyance.

(it doesn’t help.)

he should just ask, shouldn’t he..?

“..i’ve been pondering this for a number of days now, but nothing quite appropriate for the occasion has happened to come to mind... do you happen to have any gift ideas for...”

he looks to the side to avoid eye contact and trails off, but hu tao immediately gets the memo.

“ohhh..” her smile only grows wider, “this is for your daaaate—”

zhongli’s face flushes the slightest tinge of rosy pink and he hisses a sharp “shush!” through gritted teeth. and here he had thought she couldn’t get on his nerves beyond how she’d already acted thus far...

the cheshire grin on her face still continues to climb.

“well, you’ve definitely asked the right person! how about...”

some new polaroid film? is what she had proposed.

“it’s not some fancy-schmancy anniversary gift, no? just a date! a date! don’t worry yourself so much over it— no, don’t look at me like that. if you called me over to ask about it, you’re deeeefinitely losing hair over this— okay, okay, i got it! don’t kick me out! old man... sheesh. why don’t you get some more polaroid film and wrap it up all nice? useful and an excuse to take more pictures together! i know, i know, i’m a genius— mmph!”

he can still hear her voice bouncing around in his head (”can’t believe you’re getting rid of your boss, mister zhongli! didn’t take you for the rebellious type—”). zhongli brings his hand up to his temple and breathes out another sigh. it’s not like her idea was a terrible one; if anything, it were a wonderfully exquisite proposal— not that he would tell her.

“i’d like to purchase this, if you would.”

he hands the box over to the shopkeep, who scans the package and rings up the bill. indiscreetly, he feels up the pocket of his jacket. thank the archons he remembered his wallet today. it would certainly be embarrassing to put this particular item on your tab.

“sure thing, mister zhongli. i’m assuming this is a gift,” they eye him knowingly, “so would you like it wrapped up?”

deja vu, his brain mutters, this is very much deja vu. he shuts it up promptly.

“not this time, but you have my sincerest thanks for the offer. i’d like to wrap it myself.” he can feel his (generally..) expressionless face flaring up the faintest hint of pink and berates his mind once more. only when it comes to you...

acquiring the purchased item, zhongli dips his head in acknowledgement as he heads out. the plants hanging from baskets strung along the ceiling sway their leaves to and fro, nearly catching a wayward lock of his hair. he smooths the stray strand back.

“thank you once again, aether. let lumine know they can drop by for some tea again whenever they’d like for me, please.”

the bell hanging over the doorway tinkles when he pushes it open, and the bustle of the busy harbor seeps into the tranquility of the shop. aether nods and waves a hand at him in return, resting an arm on the cash register.

“come again.”

while he’d imagined many ways your planned outing could play out, this was certainly not one of them.

he’s approaching the meeting spot you two had decided on (right in front of the flowering quince tree near the park; its blooms resemble those of simpler, smaller silk flowers, and it happens to be quite the scenic location to wait) when he spies not only your stature, but another figure residing right besides you.

who...?

as he steps closer, he can hear your laughter, the kind that he knows bubbles out of your chest and escapes your lips unconsciously. your amusement isn’t lost on your companion apparently, because they smirk teasingly, letting out a full-blown laugh of their own.

“oh, zhongli, over here!”

your voice snaps him out of his meandering thoughts, and he stops fiddling with his earring (when did he start doing that?), continuing forward from where he’d paused in his observations of this newcomer. something starts to bloom in his chest, small and bittersweet. he’s not sure what to make of it.

following your beckoning, zhongli finally makes his way to your side, mentally taking note of your.. friend? he doesn’t remember you mentioning anyone like this before though. surely he would remember your friends, no?

his earring sways in the wind, white tassel fluttering cheerfully.

“zhongli, this is my friend kaeya. i met him when i made that trip to mondstadt awhile back, remember that? oh, and kaeya, this is my boyfriend zhongli.”

(the little dragon curled up in his heart preens at your introduction of him, small and sweet.)

ice blue meets molten gold when zhongli’s eyes dart up to make eye contact with this stranger. they squint at him, assessing, then dip into the makings of a playful twinkle. a hand reaches out for a handshake, which he returns in equal measure. interesting...

“he got a little lost touring liyue and i happened to see him here in the park. small world, huh? i know it was our day love, but do you mind if we take him around for today?”

zhongli smiles appeasingly, gentle and assuring as always. he can recognize the slightly nervous look on your face, one that’s a stark contrast to how energetic you’d looked just a few minutes ago. if kaeya’s company makes you happy and you’d like to take him around, then who is he to refuse your request? you two will have more time to spend with just the two of you later, he reasons with himself. accompanying your friend, and in turn his acquaintance, is nothing big.

(and no, it’s certainly not you calling him love that makes him cave.)

“of course we can.”

tugging at the string of his eyepatch, kaeya swiftly ties his hair back and adjusts the collar of his shirt. “so, where to first?”

zhongli takes your hand in his, squeezing softly. you squeeze back.

getting along together should come just fine.

he takes it back.

he takes it all back.

he’d accepted it at first because, well, this was your friend. he shouldn’t be controlling who you interact with nor who befriended you - that’s not up to him. it shouldn’t ever be. however— with every passing moment that kaeya inched closer to you, taking up the entirety of your attention and bringing that bright, bright grin to your face—

(this was supposed to be your date. just the two of you. he hasn’t seen you in a month; surely he can feel a bit selfish, right?)

the three of you turn the corner to an intricately-themed restaurant and pause, where even zhongli looks appreciatively at the beautifully grown bamboo stalks lining the edges of its front walls.

“wanmin restaurant,” kaeya reads, craning his neck up to gaze at the signboard. bold red calligraphy is sprawled across the rough-cut wood. “awfully simple name for such a stunning place, isn’t it?”

if he weren’t stewing in a pot of conflicted emotions, zhongli would surely inform him of how carefully selected this title was, how it represented more than just a name, how it hid at least several decades worth of effort and teachings— but as it is, he (really, of all people) has no patience for that at the moment.

first tugging on the hem of your outfit, zhongli then takes you by the elbow and hastily leads you forward to the glass doors of the establishment. he grasps your hand in his as usual, but something must be off, because you twitch a little and look at him curiously.

he turns his head away, lips pursed just the slightest.

“let us dine here for the time being. it is an appropriate time and place, after all.”

the sun shines brightly in the clear sky as if illuminating his words.

kaeya raises an eyebrow, singular eye looking on inquisitively and arms crossed, then moves further ahead of you both once more. the corner of his mouth dips in a clear show of mirth. bowing with one arm held at the waist, one not unalike a formality from a server, he looks straight into zhongli’s eyes and holds the door open for entrance.

“that sounds like an excellent idea. well, if you would.”

“thanks for the tour around you two.”

kaeya hums his thanks with a cheerful lilt to his voice as you all stand under the porchlight of zhongli’s house.

(it’s not the largest abode, but it’s cozy and sweet, and it’s definitely enough for the both of you whenever you decide to stay over. tonight is one of those nights, and they may as well become more frequent after the trip you took abroad.)

his car keys reflect the glow of the bulb, swinging around his finger in loops. they clink noisily, metal against metal, and he grabs them all at once, halfway through another turn. in his car sits a box of treasure-themed artifacts, likely old and had found its way into your hands somehow. zhongli knows you’d been meaning to give them to someone, but he hadn’t known it were kaeya— either way, the artifacts that’d been laying on his shelves for weeks were now handed off.

ruffling your hair, kaeya pulls you in for a brief hug; although zhongli can feel the bitter pang in his chest, he stays where he stands, keeps it still and small. he can wait.

that said, the moment kaeya drives off, he’s hauling you into the house and curling up on the couch, pulling you onto his lap and tugging you into his arms. the long thought over gift sits patiently on the counter. it’s waited the entirety of today; it can wait another.

right now, he needs you.

your body sinks against his, relaxing from the lively, though exhausting, day. slumped against his chest, he burrows his head in the crook of your shoulder and cuddles you, nuzzling into your neck. finally, you’re home. home with him.

it’s warm...

“..it was our day...”

you shift your head at his mumbling, lifting his chin to presumably look at his expression. your attention is his now. not kaeya’s. not anyone else’s. just his.

(his eyes are soft and droopy, smudged red making them look especially mellow in the dim lighting, and lips pushed into the slightest pout. he knows what you’re seeing when you gaze at him fondly, and you can almost see the puppy eyes he sports. how unusual of him.)

“someone’s a little jealous here, hmmm?”

you drag out the syllables teasingly, and from lips that are pressing kisses against your skin, he responds a little muffled—

“perhaps.”

#zhongli #genshin impact #fluff #jealousy #zhongli x gn!reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #request #cecilia

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mypimpademia · 4 years ago

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Valentines Day HC's

Taishiro (fatgum) x black!reader, Bokuto x black!reader, Levi x black!reader

TW: Swearing

Note: I'm late w this bc I procrastinate but I hope yall like this💖

Yall are in quarantine for taishiros bc I thought it'd be a nice lil spin. And a modern au for Levi

I dont claim any pictures used! The pictures belong to the original posters

Thank you to @photosbyameil (aka thee bokuto expert) for helping be on bokutos part💖

TAISHIRO.

You will have the absolute sweetest valentines day ever, literally and figuratively

Hes gonna go all out (as much as he can at least, considering you're in quarantine)

You do a gift swap make little baskets for each other🥺

Full of candy, snacks, gift cards, and other little trinkets

You made them be each other favorite colors too

Yours for Tai would be something like this:

He'd eat every edible thing in the box in a heart beat, and that's how you know he's appreciative of it

His for you would be something like these (more tailored to your liking and in your favorite color if you dont like these of course):

And if you like to get your hair and nails done he'll throw in some packs of braiding hair, crochets, wigs or whatever you do, with some cash

You'd make a nice lil dinner together, consisting of both of your favorite foods and lots of soul food too (you got him hooked)

All of it would be homemade, Taishiro most likely knows how to cook really well considering how much he eats so he would love to make anything with you

You make a huge dinner together, one that will leave you with weeks of leftovers

After dinner, Taishiro runs a nice bath for the both of you (or just you if you dont like that)

Dim lights, candles, bubbles in the bath, rose petals, soft towels and robes, and champagne (or something different if you dont drink champagne)

If you get in together, it's gonna be so soft and one of the most vulnerable moments in your relationship

Holding each other, soft kisses, and Tai will absolutely confess his love for you all over again

If you prefer being in the tub alone, he'll leave you a cute little love note to read while you're in there and go set up a movie

When you get out of the tub and put on some comfy pajamas, you start up a movie together

For dessert you eat your gift baskets together (and lowkey steal from each others)

You eventually crash on the couch, you knock out first because Tais use to staying up from late night patrols

He realizes you forgot your bonet/scarf so he carries you to the room and puts it on for you :)

The next day his final gift to you is doing your hair, because he can do hair and you cant change my mind <3

"Happy Valentines Day, gumdrop."

BOKUTO.

Hes just the sweetest ball of energy

He makes everything a surprise

Koutaro is probably an early riser, and always wakes up way before you

So you wake up and hes already got a bunch of surprises for you

A giant gift basket full of heart shaped candy boxes, snacks, and a bunch of hair products

And im talkin oils, masks, treatments, shampoos, conditioners, brushes, everything

He got you a cute lil outfit too

When you put it on he just gushes about how good you look in it

Kou takes you to get your hair and nails done (we're gonna act like both of these take no time at all for the sake of this fic)

Then he takes you to get couples manipedis with him, and then a couples massage

Once you finally get back home, Koutaro offers to cook for the both of you

Just the thought of it puts you in distress, because that boy is a mess in the kitchen

But his enthusiasm is what convinces you

Until you smell burning

You end up having to run in the kitchen before he sets it on fire

You teach him how to make all kinds of soul food

For dessert yall probably eat banana pudding or cheesecake for dessert

By the end you end up realizing almost everything you did today was for you, and nothing for him, and wound up feeling really bad, but he says he doesn't want anything

"All I need is you, my baby owl. Happy Valentines Day!"

LEVI.

The most perfect Valentines day ever

He plans everything out to the last detail with not a single mistake

He does your hair for you the day before (he can do any kind of hair, not taking any other opinions)

And takes you to get your nails done too

Buys you some nice clothes that you just assume are for different activities he has planned

But you dont even try guessing, because when levi surprises you, you never know what to expect

Now Levi isn't much of a romantic, but he tries

He probably had to look some stuff up to make this valentines day extra special

When you wake up, he gives you breakfast in bed with a nice cup of tea

And he gives you a cute heart shaped box of candy

After you finish breakfast together, he gives you your next gift

It's a pretty gift basket, wrapped up nicely

It's filled with candy, tiny little trinkets, and hair products

A supply of your usual products, plus those expensive ones you always wanted to try

Later that day, he tells you to put on one of the outfits he bought you

It was just a casual one, something you'd wear out if you were gonna be out for awhile, but not to anywhere special

He takes you to a cute lil Cafe for lunch

It's one of those really aesthetic ones but the food actually tastes as good as it looks

When you get back home from lunch, he'll give you a cute necklace with his name on it

For dinner, he makes you put on another outfit that's much nicer

And he takes you to and fancy restaurant and gets you dinner

When you get home, he tops it off with a nice bath with rose petals, essential oils, candles and all

Quick PSA: Don't go through his search history, he looked everything up because again, damn near emotionally numb and clueless on romance <3

"Happy Valentines Day, Love."

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @katsuflossy @iiminibattlehero @ecao @nnnoya @hawklmaoo @strawberry-ice @mixijima @wolfkid22 @mythiccheroacademia @myfandemons @lilsparkyswife @her-majesty-kiara @mindofess @kqtsukisgf @lalayy @1-800-s1mping

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realcube · 4 years ago

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class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕

tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader

Yuuga Aoyama

his love language is words of affirmation

like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero

and. he. will. die.

of happiness ofc 🥰

and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆

Mina Ashido

her love language is physical touch

but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way

but rather in a

“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*

and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind

she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)

so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms

if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses

and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it

Tsuyu Asui

i think her love language is gift giving

but not typically gifts from the store

it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks

and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”

then you cry (❤´艸｀❤) it’s too precious

also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR

and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them

Tenya Iida

the king of gifts periodt ✋

to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning

he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*

then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)

so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday

and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)

expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours

“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”

“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”

“I-..”

Ochaco Uraraka

her love language is probably quality time

OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE

like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible

you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰

in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous

but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’

also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat

she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY

like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can

deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’

Mashirao Ojiro

he’s a physical touch kinda guy

sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close

or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive

“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.”

then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat*

he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone

AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN

Denki Kaminari

bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him

before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver

however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll

(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)

“it looks exactly like you!”

“i don’t think so..” “it literally does!”

anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it

flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs

so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row

-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭

and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out

(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)

(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)

anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000

but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺

he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed

you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..

IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)

Eijirou Kirishima

his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch

like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you

he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth

if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you

he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’

when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.

the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells you what he is thinking all the time

and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup

so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often

(even though he’s telling the truth every time)

so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without seeming like he’s buttering you up

Kouji Kouda

honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love

like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram

he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other

(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)

he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room

religiously takes you out on dates to the park

or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)

Rikidou Satou

acts of service but mostly to do with baking

if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work

he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation

like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm

obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere

and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it

Mezou Shouji

acts of service. but like..service service

he treats you like royalty-

he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold

he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own

if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise

you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to

just an overall gentleman tbh

sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler

so he’ll be like “sure ..

i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”

“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”

Kyouka Jirou

her love language is definitely quality time

there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments

and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood

she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music

but when you’re concentrated, she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior

she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day

the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’

anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her

also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hanta Sero

Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person

but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways

he’s like a mix of 4

( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)

he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket

he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you

plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered

and physical touch bc..cuddles :)

to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms

Fumikage Tokoyami

a quality time man mwah

he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence

he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude

(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)

he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with

also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around

when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously

sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’

and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together

so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )

he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA

‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’

and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )

as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse

some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock

Shouto Todoroki

his love language is acts of service

most of them are school related though

he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm

he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it

and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken

if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you

and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can

so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly

once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag

and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;

‘get well soon 💛’

it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)

also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk

no way. impossible.

(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.)

Tooru Hagakure

physical touch bb

she just likes you to know that she is there

also she loves how soft your skin is ^^

she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not

she has very unique and recognisable voice

and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly

but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’

so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would stop using but it just comes out naturally

“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”

but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit

Katsuki Bakugo

he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?

he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder

and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’

so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid

but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not - with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder

he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public

but there was that one time

luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it

it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival

there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line

at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of

“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”

that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,

“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard

his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear

but he did

and when i tell you this man was livid

in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp

but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no

instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys

he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t

“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap

“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”

“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.

“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!”

“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”

You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy

you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.

“are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand

“No.”

[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]

Izuku Midoriya

definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy

bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy

so he’s like your personal hypeman :)

making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved

during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine

“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”

slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy

he gets really emotional sometimes as well

but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional

but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’

he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though

one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’

and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’

you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him

Minoru Mineta

idk perversion ig?

wait no his love language is titties and/or ass

Momo Yaoyorozu

gift. giving.

like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you

bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile

she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓

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readerinsertfanfiction · 4 years ago

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Celebrate

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Masamune Date

Prompt: Hola hey, it is the birthday of a certain @lorei-writes! Happy birthday lil’ Lorei, I hope it is a super blessed day even amidst these very turbulent times and that you got a lot of cat cuddles and yummy food.

It had all started the night before. A little charm carved from wood depicting an animal that seemed to be made up of all different parts from random animals merged together into one form. The nose of an elephant, or perhaps an anteater, the fur of a cat, the ears of a tanuki, but with the paws of a bear. It made sense, for it made one composition, but other than that there was no recognising or logic to it.

“Baku.” Masamune had called it, carefully folding the bead in your hand as he pressed a kiss on top of your fingers, as if blessing the charm. “To eat up your nightmares,” was the explanation as he devoured your lips after. He hadn’t said what it was for, but you had an inkling of the why and were grateful for it, the attention and thought put into the little gift touching.

You slept peacefully that night. Perhaps because of the charm doing its job, most likely because of the gentle beat of Masamune’s heart in your ear, arms wrapped around you. In a way the true devourer of nightmares was the man in whose arms you laid. It was a sweet start to the day, calm and peaceful and full of energy, and energy you would need. Life with Masamune was a rollercoaster, barraging down its tracks and threatening to go out of its bounds. The adrenaline was sure to pick up the rhythm of the heart, but until that happened it was a sweet lull that woke you up with a wide and mischievous smile full of promise.

“Happy birthday,” the man greeted you, repeating the words he had whispered to you late at night beneath the sheets when he thought you had almost fallen asleep. You knew Masamune did it because he wanted to be first, that he had already stirred himself awake before you did to watch you open your eyes so that he could say it again. Because he wanted to be sure that it was him who got to you first thing after sunrise, to bless the day in which you were brought to this world. It was adorable, a little childlike even but you wisely kept that thought to yourself as you allowed yourself to be lavished in all of the attention Masamune had to spare that early morning before having to depart.

Your next surprise came with lunch. Suspecting that he would come to see you around this time you had already set the tea ready, smiling brightly when you saw the man waltz into your little workshop with a smile beaming back at you so handsome your co-workers had to duck away their faces as they quietly exited the room. He carried a basket with him, a sweet smell escaping from it and heat radiating as well when he set it down. It was a new invention from his side, to keep the food warm for longer when transporting for the weather still hadn’t warmed up entirely yet. Because he knew how often you found it to be cold and did his best to warm you up in as many ways possible if it wasn’t with himself.

Food played, in many ways, an important aspect in Masamune’s life. From the way he utilised it as a tool to keep morale up, to where he found his solace in it, to the purest way in which he could express himself to those he cared for the most. Food was a symbolism in his life that stood equal to what he believed happiness to be like. Not necessarily by taste, but by what it brought forth, the joy of being shared, of bringing together, of tasting better when all who joined could wear a smile. And so it was on food that he focussed the most when he wished someone to be happy, when he wanted to give his blessings, when he wanted to extend a bit of his love and care to those closest to him. The Baku had only been an introductory course to what was to come.

The boxes of food he had arranged for you, beautiful, tasty and adjusted to your palette and diet were exemplary of the thoughts he gave in everything in regards to you. All filled with meaningful food and names that resembled his wish for you, health and fortune, joy and blessing. It came with a hope for a long life and youthfulness, for there were many more energetic days to come when living with the Masamune Date.

“For we celebrate our birthdays with the turn of the new year,” Masamune had explained when you questioned him about the similarity to the custom of the new year celebration. But as per usual you could spot the little flair of personality that Masamue had sprinkled between, in which he was silently meaning to tell you that this was a new tradition between the two of you that he hoped to continue in the future. For the man was a reformer if anything, never a traditionalist, the food was just an excuse.

He had once told you that everyone went hungry eventually. The difference was just in the way you did and the way you chose to go hungry. Was it happy, or moping? Had you taken action, or did decide to hide away? Those were important distinctions to make, for one flavoured the food while the other made it hard to swallow no matter how smooth or tender. Today Masamune’s goal was to make you smile so widely, the food would practically melt on your tongue without a notice. Masamune aimed for the lingering aftertaste to become a memory of happiness and delight on your mind for the days to come. One he intended to renew every year.

When you had exclaimed you could eat no more the male smirked and you knew you weren’t done yet. You never were when it came to Masamune, for there was always more, one more surprise, one more unpredictability, one more wildcard.

“Happy birthday,” he had told you once more, as if three times would add more meaning to the day. In a way it did for him, but he didn’t tell you that, knowing you would chide him for being cute again.

The last box was revealed and from it the sweet smell that you had earlier caught revealed itself fully in the form of a cake. By design and recipe of the western strangers, but with some added elements from your time as well.

To the best of his ability Masamune had tried to replicate the birthday cakes you had described once. First, by slicing the original cake into slices and stacking them up, with some fruits and cream between the layers to keep them separated. And though it was still early into spring the man had pulled several lines to make sure that he had a good variety of them. After that he had whipped up something that he believed to be cream, or at least filling, sweet but not overwhelmingly so, for he knew you couldn’t stand too much of it. Something to fill out the spaces left by the fruits, but also to glue the cake more together and give it more stability. The man had instinct enough to see that the uneven sizes of the fruits would otherwise make it nigh impossible to make a stable cake.

In the end it had resulted in something fruity and sweet. Despite the missing chocolate, and the missing candles the man had done his best to replace them with poppy seeds and black sesame, for he liked the way those stood against the pale yellow of the cake and the extra flavour they added when he sampled it. To make up for the missing candles he had even taken the liberty to carve up some fruits, deciding to form them into cat ear and more feline figured for he knew how much you loved them. To keep them fresh he had drizzled some yuzu over the fruits, adding an extra tartness before arranging them all around the cake in what was a good attempt of decoration. All in all, it was a good attempt at a Sengoku era birthday cake, and it made everything even better, knowing that everything was laced and drowned in his attention and love for you.

“What did you think, kitten?” Masamune would ask you at the end of the day, always eager to hear about your feedback on his cooking and how well you liked his surprises. There were still some hours left and you knew that he had another present ready for you, never satisfied unless he went the extra mile. But your heart was full and your smile had grown so wide that your jaw threatened to lock and you thought your lips would split. The man was too much, but the both of you already knew that, having already come to the understanding that this was the only appropriate way to love as he drew you in his arms, allowing for a little break before he would continue the offense again.

#ikesen masamune #ikesen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen x reader #ikemen sengoku x reader

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eurydicees · 3 years ago

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As someone who also started watching and enjoys Fruits Basket, did you ever wish Kotoko (Haruhi's mom) was given more of a presence like Tohru's mom was, even after they had passed...? OHSHC is a completely different overall vibe but sometimes I do wish more had been done with Haruhi or her mom at times now that I'm watching Tohru's story. What did you of Haruhi's mom personally, too, and do you have any hcs of her...? ty!

YES. i am beyond sorry that it took this long to get back to you, it's been weeks, i swear. my apologies. under the cut bc i got a lil carried away.

thoughts:

i would have loved for kotoko to have a little more influence on the show! like, she's absolutely vital to who haruhi is as a person; her presence and lack of one in haruhi's life 100% changes who she becomes and how we see her. one thing that fruits basket does really well is show how kyoko is influencing tohru even after her death, just by how she raised her and how much tohru loved her.

the situation is a little bit different because haruhi was so much younger, so it's maybe more comparable to tohru's dad's death, but even there, the influence that he had on who she is as a person today is 100% there (ex. in her vocal mannerisms). it would be there in haruhi as well, and i wish that it was better established.

kotoko def comes up in haruhi, though, especially with the whole lawyer thing. like, haruhi's mom is her idol, and her reason for following the path she's chosen in life:

(^^vol 9 chp 38, about how haruhi wants to be a lawyer)

i think so much more could have been done with haruhi's grief, and it's a shame that it's not as focused on as it could be. for an anime that's centered around her, we get maddeningly little actual focus on her backstory. like. her mourning for her mother and her lack of a mother figure is really important to who she is-- it's part of why she's so driven, and part of why she wants to work so hard and not mess around like the boys are always doing, and part of why she needs to learn to be a child again.

(^^from the haruhi in wonderland ep, about how she's cried enough to fill up a pool; showing how much she's dealt with and how little she deals with it)

overall, i think it would have been fascinating to see more of kotoko and how she influences haruhi in canon. but what we do know about her is just. so good. like. i love kotoko and she gets one (1) full scene in the anime, and one (1) chapter in the manga.

some hcs:

in the haruhi in wonderland ep (which i just watched, and is the reason i have any inspiration for these at all lmao), kotoko talks about how important it is for a mother to be there for her child-- i think that the division in her life between work and family was really hard for her to work out; as a lawyer, she was probably constantly working and would have been in the office way longer than she would have liked, and i think she felt really guilty about that (not knowing that haruhi was idolizing her bc she saw how hardworking her mom was)

that being said, she would do anything for her family, and would prioritize them every time she could

she loved ranka so much. like. so much. that's not a headcanon, though, that's just a fact.

as a lawyer, she worked very hard for not as much money as she could be getting, mostly doing cases she believed in, and in local areas; i'm willing to bet that she saw cases that were Not So Fun to think about, and i'm also so sure that she never brought it home with her. the Bad Shit stays at work, and at home, she's going to love her family even harder because she knows that there are people who aren't as lucky as she is

her extended family doesn't really approve of her ~Life Choices~ but she could care less what other people think of her-- one of her core traits, i think, is simply not caring about being laughed at

which comes in handy in places like law school, where she was belittled and underestimated as a woman, until she became top of her class and smartest lawyer in town <3

she canonically knows karate, and i think it would be fun of her and ranka do have spontaneous sparring matches in their living room. they might accidentally break a lamp every now and then, but it's one of the times she feels most alive

i've talked about this before, but i think she would have LOVED tamaki, and that she and ranka would have gotten into genuine arguments about him

she's a great lawyer, and super logical and reasonable, and she's also super impulsive (exhibit a: her wedding with ranka, which they had after, like, a month of dating or something like that), so she'll sometimes come home with a brand new and sometimes expensive gift for ranka and haruhi that they definitely don't need, but always enjoy, because it's a gift from her

she went to lobelia and was a huge fan of the zuka club, and i think she once auditioned (or however you get in idk), but-- like haruhi-- she has a terrible singing voice (that doesn't stop her from belting out jpop in the kitchen while she does dishes every night, though)

that's all i've got for now (it is 2:00 in the am good lord i need to go to bed), but i will hopefully come up with some more later and get back to you again!

#ohshc #kotoko fujioka #haruhi fujioka

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petersasteria · 4 years ago

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okay but the disney theme is kinda cute????? can i have a do you wanna build a snowman with peter parker??? like i think that would be super cute and fluff omg

first of all, I just want to apologize before you start reading sksks at first I thought it was cute too but my mind went to a dark place and thought of serving you angst. But since I love you and I saw that you were excited, I decided to meet halfway with your request.

trustfundparker, meet flangst. This is based from my two previous works. This is the ‘in between’ part of the two sksks

Prequel || Sequel

Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? - Peter Parker

"𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧?"

1.5k words... now THIS is the longest piece from the Disney requests sksks

Age: 1

“Andy’s first Christmas!” Peter cooed at his one year old son. He dressed Andy up and smiled before picking him up and carrying him downstairs. You looked at them and grinned. You immediately took out your phone and said, “Wait! I’ll take a picture!”

Peter stopped and tried to make Andy laugh which was easy. Andy was always cheerful. You were able to catch a lot of candid pictures that you were going to treasure your whole life.

The three of you went outside your house and started playing in the snow. Peter carefully set Andy down and both of you watched your son admire the white blanket that covered your yard. A few moments later, you were throwing snowballs at each other and soon, you were building a snowman.

Andy put the last stick on the side of the snowman and he giggled. Peter chuckled and kissed the top of Andy’s head. You caught Peter’s eyes and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Peter sighed happily. This was all he ever wanted; a complete and happy family.

Age 5

Little Andy was upset that he couldn’t play in the snow because he had a slight fever. He actually hated you for putting him to bed, so while you were crying in your shared room with Peter because your son said he hated you, Peter went to see Andy.

“Hey, buddy.” Peter said softly. Andy slowly sat up and smiled at his dad. “How’re ya feeling?” Peter asked as he sat beside Andy.

“My nose is wet.” Andy pouted. From the first time Andy started saying that, you and Peter didn’t know what he meant. As time passed, you later found out that it was his way of telling both of you that he had a cold.

“I know, buddy.” Peter sighed and ran his fingers through Andy’s hair. “You can’t play in the snow today. But you know what we can do?”

Andy smiled at his dad, “What?”

“We could do a little bit of painting?” Peter suggested. “Or we could play with your toys? Your uncle Ned bought you Legos... we could build something with those!”

“We build snowman?” Andy asked. Peter chuckled, “Yeah, we can build a snowman with your Legos.”

Andy cheered and hugged Peter. He hugged back and said, “I love you, Andy.”

“Love you, daddy.”

Age: 7

The tragic incident of Andy’s death was heard by everyone. Your neighbors, aunt May, the Avengers, your colleagues, and other parents. For the first month since Andy’s passing, you and Peter received about a hundred gift baskets. You lightly joked that you didn’t need to go to the grocery store for a while, but Peter just gave you a tight-lipped smile. Peter shut everyone out after that.

The second month, Peter barely spoke to you anymore. Peter was a stay-at-home husband and he was always looking forward to your stories from work. In exchange, you were looking forward to hearing Peter’s stories about what happened while you were at work. It was always about what he and Andy did, but now Andy’s gone. So, Peter had nothing to say.

“So, uh, Mary Jane got engaged recently and she’s inviting us to her wedding.” You said quietly as you ate the dinner you bought for the two of you.

“Good for her.” Peter whispered. He took a sip of water and continued to eat.

“I heard it was going to be grand and she deserves it, y’know? After all she’s been through, she deserves this kind of happiness.” You tried making conversation, but Peter dropped his fork on the plate and the sound shocked you a little.

“Y/N, babe, can you just-” Peter rested his elbows on the table and rubbed his face with both of his hands before setting his hands down on his lap.

“Just shut up, alright? Congrats to Mary Jane and shit. I know she’s been through a lot and I know she deserves to be happy, but what about us, huh? We’re going through something so difficult right now, Y/N. We lost our son; our only joy. Don’t we deserve happiness too?” Peter said. His voice was hoarse because he wasn’t talking a lot. He was tearing up just thinking about Andy, “I know he’s not coming back, but-”

He took a deep breath, “I just want some closure. I want to know if he’s okay wherever he is right now and I want him to know that I love him with all my heart. I want him to know that I miss him so much and that it hurts my heart to see a school bus full of kids because I know he won’t be in it. He’s not coming home from school and I won’t make sandwiches for him anymore.”

“So Y/N, please, for the love of God; just shut up. You don’t have to talk to me about what happened at work because it reminds me that Andy isn’t here anymore.” Peter sniffed and wiped his tears before getting up from his seat and walking up to Andy’s room.

No one has seen Peter since. He wouldn’t go outside and he would only come out when you were at work. On weekends and you were home, Peter would avoid you.

Months later and it was already Christmas. You decorated your whole house just so it didn’t look depressing. You knew Andy would’ve loved it. It was his job to put the star on the tree, but now that he’s gone, you just left the star on the fireplace mantel next to Andy’s photo from when he was 4.

You cooked a lot of food because aunt May, Happy, and the Avengers said they were visiting both of you to celebrate Christmas. You appreciated it and you knew Peter would too.

Thirty minutes before everyone arrives, you smoothed out your dress and knocked on Andy’s door. When you didn’t get a response, you knocked again.

“Peter?” You said through the door. “I know you’re awake because the lights are open and I know you can hear me, so I’ll just start talking.”

“You know, everyone’s wondering where you are and I honestly don’t know what to answer them. I just say the same thing over and over. I keep telling them that you need some time to grieve. You’re not the only one hurting, Peter. I miss him too.”

“It’s so hard to be strong for myself and it’s even harder to be strong for the both of us. I need you to cooperate with me, Pete. I can’t face this alone. If I can go out and live my everyday life, so can you. I’m here for you, honey. But I can’t be there for you when you keep pushing me away. It’s hard to accept that it’ll only be you and me for the years to come, but right now I feel so alone.”

“I don’t know what to do and I’ve just been winging it.” You cleared your throat, “Anyway, the Avengers, Happy, and aunt May are coming over in a few minutes. You’re more than welcome to come down and join us. I’ll keep your seat warm just in case you want to join. It would mean a lot to all of us; it would mean a lot to me if you did. I’ll go downstairs now. I hope I see you later. If not, Merry Christmas, Peter. Good night.”

Peter laid down on Andy’s bed with tears streaming down his face. He’s been holding back his sobs when he heard you talking. You were right. He didn’t have to be alone and you didn’t have to be alone either. Both of you could work through it together.

So, Peter got out of bed and wiped his tears. He walked out of Andy’s room and went straight to your shared room. He took a quick shower and got dressed for the occasion. He heard a lot of voices downstairs and smiled a bit to know that there are people around both of you who are willing to help you both through your rough patch.

Peter went out of the room and slowly walked downstairs. He didn’t see anyone in the living room, so he went to the dining room. It was packed. Tony was the one to see him first and he smiled, “Hey, kid.”

Everyone looked at Peter and you got up from your seat to pull him in for a hug which he returned. “I missed you.” You whispered.

“I missed you too.” Peter said quietly and kissed your cheek. He pulled away and said, “If you can push through everyday then, so can I.”

You nodded and gave him a smile that he admittedly missed too. Aunt May hugged him next and everyone else did too. Tony was the last.

“I’m sorry for your loss, but it’ll get better. I promise you that.” Tony said as he pulled away. Tony turned to everyone and said, “Enough of the sad shit. Let’s all be happy!”

“Tony is right.” Thor said. “Little Andy would want us to talk about happy things.”

“That’s right.” Aunt May nodded. “Let’s just say the happy moments and I know there are 7 years worth of that.”

Peter sat next to you and held your hand as the celebration began. He knew it would take some time, but he knew that as long as he has you, he’d be alright. Everything will be alright.

* * * *

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @blueleatherbag @harryismysunflower @buckys-little-hoe @justanothermarvelmaniac @itstaskeen @heeeyitskay @slytherin-chaser @quaksonhehe @yaya4302 @lil-mellow-bunbun @starlight-starks @swiftmind @alexx-stancati @sovereignparker @nerdyandproudofitsstuff @pearce14 @xfirstfemale-marauderx @cherthegoddess @chewymoustachio

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @marvelousell @justasmisunderstoodasloki @rubberducky-jrr @petersholland @osterfieldnholland @miraclesoflove @god-knows-what-am-i-doing @perspectiveparker @hollands-weasley @itstaskeen @call-me-baby-gir1 @the-panwitch @iamaunicorn4704 @chloecreatesfictions @holland-styles @halfblood-princess-505 @spidey-reids-2003 @whatthefuckimbisexual @justanothermarvelmaniac @unsaidholland @musicalkeys @lost-in-the-stars03 @hufflepuffprincess24

#peter parker #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #peter parker one shots #peter parker one shot #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh #k's disney animated requests

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openforjean · 4 years ago

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her dad’s birthday

Bucky Barnes x Mexican!fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, a lil sad

A/n: this story is mostly for me but I hope u can enjoy it too

for the love of god pls reblog with ur thoughts

Bucky’s pov

Y/n.

I’ve been seeing her for a four months now. We’ve been on ten dates to dinner and eight movie dates. And I don’t plan on letting her go.

Today is her father’s birthday, and I know this because Y/n has mentioned it a hundred times now. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I forgot her dad’s birthday?

“What do you think I should wear?” I ask. she whips her head to me and she sizes me. “He won’t care, I promise, so don’t worry,” she says. I look down at my shirt and flatten it. Yes, I’m nervous. I’ve never met her father nor her mother, she doesn’t have much a connection with her mom but it’s different with her dad. She loves her dad, she talks about him a lot, she visits him often too. She buys him candy and balloons. It’s sweet really, she’s a great girl.

I really scored with Y/n. I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone better than her. She’s it for me.

“You look good, okay? Don’t be nervous, he won’t test you. Just be yourself,” she says, pulling my waist to her. She kisses my cheek and smiles. “I’ll try, I just don’t wanna mess up with him. I just- I really like you and I’d hate to ruin it,” I admit. Her face falls but her hand goes to my cheek, “there is no way you’d mess anything up. You’re a gift Bucky, you are a gift to my life. The past month has been the best month of my life in...a long time, you won’t. He’ll have to like you cause I lo- I like you. I like you a lot, now let’s get going. I need to buy him some stuff,” she says. She rubs my cheek, I take that hand and I kiss her knuckles. I love her too. And it might be too early to say but that’s what I feel for her.

We walk down the street hand in hand, it feels right. Her skin is soft and warm, she glances at me sometimes to see if I’m still staring. Which, I am mostly likely am. She’s too beautiful and captivating to look away from, and if people got to know her personally, there’d be a fight for her hand.

We walk into the local grocery store and she immediately went straight to the flower section. I follow her and she begins to browse. “Maybe roses?” I suggest, she simply responds “nah”.

“I got him roses last time, I’m thinking sunflowers and daises. What do you think?” She asks, picking up both bouquets. “I think you should get both?” I suggest. She gives an approving hum and takes them in her hands.

“You can pick out a balloon as I go get a cart, okay?” She says. “Yeah. that’s okay. I’ll be at the balloon section,” I answer. Y/n walks off and I head to the balloons.

I scan the balloons, deciding which one to get. But my eyes catch something even better, a SQUARE balloon. That’s awesome, this is my first time seeing one. Kinda freaky...anyways, I’ll get that one for him.

“Excuse me, can I get the green squared happy birthday one filled up?” I ask, the man nods and takes the balloon from the drawer and begins to fill the balloon up. I hope her dad likes it.

“That’s a cool balloon, Buck,” she says, pulling up next to me with the cart. “You think he’d like it?” I ask. “He’ll love it, it’s whimsical,” she responds. The employee hands me the balloon and I take it. I turn to Y/n to place it in the cart, since it has a weight at the bottom. But...I get distracted. A big smile and bright eyes take over her face, I could just feel her happiness and excitement. I place the balloon in the cart and the flowers are in there too.

We check out and we head to the next stop. Guadalupe’s Produce, a small Mexican store that is farther down the street. I’ve been there before, they have great vegetables and wonderful fruit selection. Y/n also knows the owner.

I’m holding the balloon and the flowers as Y/n watches the cars go by. She does that, she admires people. It’s interesting.

We get closer down the street and she sees a taco truck parked right across from the store. “Bucky, we should get tacos. Real tacos, not that Taco Bell shit,” she suggests. Of course I’m going to agree, her taste is way better than mine.

We arrive at the store and the owner greets us. Y/n starts a conversation with her and I wander around as they speak. I take a basket and place the flowers in there, holding the balloon in my right hand. I walk down the first aisle, it’s filled with books, magazines and comics. All in Spanish. I know Spanish, fluently too. I only whip it out in certain places though. The second aisle is full of chips and candies. Sabritones, Chicharrones, Gansitos, and Paleta Payaso’s. I take three of the clown and a bag of Chicharrones. I couldn’t help but grab a box of Duvalin’s and de la Rosa’s too now. How could I not?

I walk back near Y/n, it seems she’s almost done talking to the owner. I could hear the owner say, “come to the register” in Spanish. Y/n looks my way, her eyes fall to the basket in my hand. Y/n walks up to me with parted lips. She peeks inside the basket and spots the snacks, she looks back up at me. She takes my face in her hands and brings my lips down to hers. The kiss is like fire, passion and her lips taste like cherry cola. I could live in this moment forever.

She pulls away from my lips and she reaches for my metal hand. She holds it to her heart, “you got his favorite, Bucky”. Her eyes water but she pushes them back. She leads me to the register with her hand in mine. I place the basket on the counter and the owner, Angela, rang them up. But before she could finish, Y/n took a little bottle from next to her and places it on the counter too. I don’t recognize the candy. I hand Angela my card before Y/n could pull hers out her phonecase. Angela takes it and prints the receipt, Y/n pinches my butt.

“Do that again, Y/n,” I joke. Angela bags our snacks and flowers.

She quickly does it again as I take the bag. Y/n smirks as she dropped a ten in the tip jar.

We exit the store biting our tongues, waking across the street to the taco truck.

Once we cross, the entire mood shifts. The music got louder and voices too. People stood around conversing, children playing and families eating on benches. We get closer to the truck and the food hit my nose, it smells so good. The spices and the tacos. The sun barely hits the truck, it’s shady and windy. It’s a perfect spot.

We walk up to the truck and Y/n leans on the counter, squinting to read the menu.

“What kind of tacos do you want, Bucky?” She asks, turning back at me. “Surprise me,” I answer. Y/n smirk and turns back around. That smirk could diet her lead to a good surprise or a prank. I sit in a bench next to a family.

“¡Hola Marco! ¿Come estas? - ¡que bien! - yo qiuero dos platos de tacos con dos Jarritos, por favor,” Y/n says. I can understand what she’s saying, and she knows. So she’s not going to sabotage my tastebuds. Wait- what about her father? Is she getting him food too? Or are we eating here?

She pays the man and walks back to me, I smile. She sits next to me and I wrap my arm around her with the balloon in my hand still. I kiss her temple. “Thank you, Bucky. Thank you for coming with me to visit my dad, I appreciate it. You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had,” she says, looking down at her hands. I could hear her heart race as she spoke.

She looks at me and I peck her lips. I rest my forehead on hers and look into her eyes. “Y/n, you don’t need to thank me. I rather be with you than anything else, so really... thank you. I can’t wait to meet your father, I can’t wait to meet the man who raised such a great woman,” Bucky says.

Before Y/n could respond, her name is called. Y/n jumps up and takes the food in her hand. She tilts her head to come to her and I do. I take the bag and the balloon follows. She takes my free hand and she begins to lead me up the street.

“Where does your dad live, Y/n?” I ask.

“Not far, just a few minutes away from my apartment. It’s an easy walk but a long train ride, surprisingly,” she answers.

“You took the subway to your dads house?”

“ONCE! My legs were hurting so bad and I didn’t think it’d take half an hour to get there!” She exclaims, I laugh and she pulls her hand away from mine. “Y/n, I’m kidding. You’re so precious,” I say, pulling her shoulder to mine. “We’re almost there, sorry it’s taking a bit,” she says.

“It’s okay, I’m used to walking,” I answer.

I look ahead and on the left is a cemetery, on the right is a street full of houses. Her father’s place must be on the right. I pull her hand towards the right so we can cross. She stands still as I drift. She looks deep into my eyes and I look at the cemetery. Shame and fear take over her face, her head drops to the ground. I come back closer, realizing what’s going on. I pull her close and I hug her.

Her dad is in the cemetery.

Her father is dead.

We’re visiting his grave.

She’s been visiting him at the cemetery all along.

I hug her tight and I whisper “it’s okay” in her ear. I know she feels guilty, and she shouldn’t feel guilty on this day. She should feel happy, like she was before. She pulls away, wiping her tears and I push her hands down and I wipe them. “Let’s see him, Y/n,” I say.

Y/n nods and leads me to the cemetery. We pass the gate and we walk up the stairs, she leads me to the stone. She places the food down, gently. She immediately drops down to her knees and hugs the stone. Rubbing its back, I remain standing.

“Hey papa, happy birthday. I love you and I miss you. This is Bucky, he’s my boyfriend and we have something for you,” she says. She looks back at me and I hand her the snack bag. She removes the dead roses and pulls out the sunflowers and daises, and places them in the vase next to his stone. She arranges them neatly. “We also got some snacks to eat, we got your favorite...well, Bucky got your favorite,” she says. She looks up at me, her eyes are begging for me to sit on the ground with her.

I sit.

She take the balloon from my hand and ties it around vase. “He seems to know your favourites before he even met you. Crazy, he even got you this balloon. Isn’t it cool?”

Oh man. My heart. She’s talking to the grave as if he’s alive. I think I might cry.

“You can talk to him too, Bucky. He’s friendly,” Y/n says. I nod and I scoot closer to her. “Hi Mr. Y/l/n, happy birthday. I’m honored to meet you, you have an amazing daughter...she’s been a blessing to my life. I hope you like the balloon, it’s green and a square! It’s cool, but yeah, anyways...I’m glad to be here celebrating your birthday,” I say. Y/n’s hand lays on top of mine and she leaves it there.

“We’ve been dating for five months, he makes me very happy. He’s only been good to me and so much more, he’s the guy I’ve been telling you about for so long,” Y/n says. I didn’t know she talked to her father about me.

“We also have tacos! I got him some regular tacos though, nothing too spicy. I don’t want his tongue palette to die,” she says as she takes the drinks out. Now, I’ve had these before. Jarritos. A classic Mexican drink. My favorite flavor is the same as Y/n’s; mandarin.

She passes me my plate and sets my drink next to my foot. She does the same for herself. But before she opens her box, she does this thing and it’s a great thing. She recycles. She takes all the plastics and places it in one bag, so she can recycle it all. It’s admirable.

She hands me her drink because she knows I have a bottle opener on hand. I take it and I open it for her, and mines too. She opens her box and begins to eat.

I take a bite out of my taco. Holy cow, it’s so good. The smell is one thing but the taste, wow. Bucky is in love.

“Oh dad, I forgot to tell you. I paid off my credit card, I’m proud of that. I thought I’d die in debt, but no- I paid it!”

Y/n spoke to her father as I ate, I spoke too. I told him about how Y/n caught her first fish and her first tien going on the Cyclone. Now, she’s finishing her food.

“We need to eat the candy, Bucky,” Y/n says with her mouth full of food. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words all my life Y/n,” I ramble out. I dig into the snack bag and I take out la paleta. I hand one too Y/n, and we unwrap it. They definitely do not look like the packaging and neither of us have hope they ever will.

Y/n holds hers up and says “to you papa, happy birthday”. I hold mines up too and we bite into them.

She finishes her paleta and she takes a small green bottle out from the snack bag. She takes the plastic off and she pushes it into the plastic bag. She twists the bottle and little crystals fall out into her hand, she purposely lets it fall. She licks it off?

“Y/n, what’s that?” I ask, eating my paleta.

“Lucas,” she answers, pouring more onto her bare palm.

“Ummm, sure,” I place my hand out and she licks hers off first. She pours some in my hand and it looks like sugar, I quickly lick it off.

As soon as it hit my tongue, it was too late. The saltiness and sourness hit like a train, I was not expecting that. I wipe the remaining “candy” on my jeans. I take the soda and chug it down to get rid of the taste as Y/n laughs her ass off.

The soda runs out and I put the bottle down and I wipe my mouth. “You’re lucky I love you, Jesus what was that?” I say.

Y/n’s laughing stops. I get concerned and it hit me what I just slipped out.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I’ve been waiting to hear those words all my life”.

Sorry this isn’t so good, been really down lately. Hopefully it’s decent💗 pls leave some feedback💗

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