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venusbby · 1 year

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hii! what would the reactions of bllk boys be if they found their s/o being insecure about their body? you can do scenarios or hcs or anything! :D

my first request i am absolutely sobbing .

since it wasn't specified which characters, i just wrote for the first bllk characters i thought of when it came to this idea. thankyou for requesting! <333

♡ characters: isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, kunigami rensuke ♡ warnings: mentions of insecurities, crying (not too detailed) gender of the reader isn't really specified, not proofread.

ISAGI YOICHI ☆

this man is heartbroken

and also very very confused

though isagi is always so understanding, he kind of does miss the point of your insecurity at first

because to him you are genuinely so beautiful and he doesn't fully get the whole image that you don't see yourself the way he sees you

but thats just what happens initially when he randomly comes into the room to find you staring at yourself in the mirror

he's so lost but it won't stop him from getting straight to the problem and carefully questioning you about what's bothering you

and once he hears you out, he just feels extremely stupid for not being there when you went through all of that alone

after that he's not going to ever leave you alone lol

he's a natural when it comes to comforting even if he does need a little push at the start

talks to you so softly and don't even get me started on how hard he tries to make you feel better about yourself

it almost makes you cry tbh

isagi is the best boyfriend ever

he sits you down, palm soothingly rubbing your back while you guys talk

ugh. i want him. sorry. back to it

he'll always reassure you in the most endearing ways ever

he doesn't even need to say anything actually. you can see it in his eyes how much he loves you for who you are and how much it hurts him that you feel this way

this man will be your footstool if he has to, but he will definitely not let you be insecure because you're literally his hardcore crush and he's in love with everything that is you. (you've been in a relationship for years idk what he's talking about but anyway 💀)

also he is such a lovesick idiot that he won't tolerate any nonsense from you about your appearance

"shut up, you look beautiful."

and then you're like "but my-"

"nO, be quiet. you're fucking beautiful"

he's aggressive with it but in an adorable way lol

it obviously takes time to get over your insecurities, but with a sweet lover like isagi yoichi, you're going to be just fine in some time.

and also if you're insecure about your thighs specifically.........

you probably know what the deal is with isagi and thighs. goodluck <3

ITOSHI SAE ☆

ah, this guy

he's very lowkey about it but does try to make you feel better

more than anything he feels shocked to discover that you're insecure about your body

in his perspective its like "i love your body. what's wrong with it"

when you open up to him he feels more in sync with your feelings

it is pretty unusual to see your boyfriend being this affectionate

but you're not complaining 😭

he really wants to help and is kind of shy at first (doesn't show it; typical sae) but when he realises that you're staring at him with this immense amount of love, he's gone

you know him so well and its obvious that since you're in a relationship with him, you are used to how he is

so when you see that he really does not want you to deal with this by yourself, you can't help but feel so lucky and yeah basically you just want to kiss him until he can't function

but let's keep that to the side and focus more on how he handles it

sae prefers physical stuff more than having to say stuff

not sure if i make sense.

he's so much more confident in what he can do than what he can say

he just holds you. yup.

if you feel like just staying silent and clinging to him, u got it

or if you want to cry, u got that too

he's going to be like your personal pillow

and this is just for helping you get your emotions out (if needed)

he's gonna do it all fr

doesn't matter what you're insecure about

sae is going to make sure you know how much he is in love with you lol

as unbelievable as it sounds he's ready to get on his knees and tell you everything and anything he loves about you both physical features as well as your personality

but he's itoshi sae and he isn't very good with his words (unless he's shit talking on the pitch)

so get ready to be held and kissed

you might get caught off guard but again, seeing him trying his best to show how much he loves you and how much he adores your body makes your face heat up

not to mention how he looks at you like you're the most important part of his life

im being fr he is in love and he is not afraid to show it

once he gets to know about your insecurities he's going to kiss them away (LITERALLY) hope you're not ticklish—

don't forget to kiss him too :') he may be itoshi sae but still, he deserves some love

he'll always casually compliment you on the most simple or the most tiny things (whatever it is you're not feeling too good about) as if he's totally forgotten that he spent all day yesterday leaving lil kisses everywhere (ahem get your mind out of the gutter but don't do it if you dont want to ig 😰)

i love him. so should you.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE ☆

again, another confused baby

not for more than 4 mins tho

he is smart. he figures it out pretty quickly that you're spiraling when he sees you scrolling through your pictures with an unfamiliar expression

big big sweetheart

he hesitates to approach you about it at first because from what he thinks, you're not showing him any signs that you're troubled

he just doesn't want to hurt you or anything like that by bringing it up because he thinks that you don't want to talk to him about it

he gets why

but still

he's your boyfriend and he wants to help :(

eventually he finds a solution for it by speaking his mind

which means that when you walk into the room, regardless of where you are or who is with you, he's gonna compliment you

he's not making them up just to make you feel better— he's actually just saying the things he thinks every time he sees you

[crying, screaming, screeching]

soon after, he quietly talks about it when you guys are just lying in bed all warm and cozy, caressing your cheek and testing the waters to make sure he won't overstep boundaries

[crying continues]

once he asks you, you're just letting go of your emotions and talking to him about your insecurities while he just listens— he doesn't want to interrupt you

after that he will definitely make your eyes sting with his gentle words lol it totally depends like.. if you're a person who cries a lot or not. he's so good with his words and he didn't even know that until he was speaking to you and falling in love all over again watching your face slowly bloom

saying the right things, doing the right things, that's kunigami for ya

physical touch is also his thing so don't be surprised if he just hugs you and reminds you that he's in love with how you look today or how pretty your outfit looks or just anything that will let him see you smile and shove him away playfully

be lucky you have a kunigami because whew he is so cute

sigh. can you tell im in love with them?

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malleusfucker · 2 years

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Belphegor Kinks and HCs

warnings: smut/nsfw, unhealthy relationships aka belphie being a toxic bastard, exhibitionism, possessiveness, sadism, belphie being a humongous WHORE, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

words: 1.5k

ngl i didn’t expect to be this explicit and detailed but idk belphie is so fuckin fun to write about i got carried away lmao

sleepy sex 24/7

we all know that belphie very much lives up to his title of being “the avatar of sloth” with him still being drowsy after even 20 hours of sleep and let’s just say, he is in no way different when it comes to sex. his all-time favourite thing to do is just to snuggle up in his bed, being enveloped by his many blankets and having a snooze all day. belphie, however, becomes somewhat more animated when you're involved. he’ll be spooning you with his arms wrapped around you tightly so that you can’t get up and eventually you’ll feel something poking your ass only to realise that he’s gotten hard just from you being next to him like this. he isn't patient or gives you much time to wait before he starts slowly grinding his hips into your ass and mumbling filth in your ear about what he wants to do to you.

belphie knows your weak spots and knows exactly how to make you blush, continuing his game to tease you with the pace of his hips getting gradually more erratic to the point where you can feel his dick twitch against you even through his sweats. when he wants to be, belphie is the epitome of “all talk, no action” with him constantly spewing nonsense into your ear throughout licks and kisses claiming how he’ll “fuck you until you can’t walk”.

but in actuality, what he tends to do is to just use you as his own toy to jerk himself off, feeling his dick rub in between your thighs - his hips sloppily hitting your ass, whining into your ear saying how good it feels when, before you know it, you suddenly hear him gasp and see the bedsheets in front of you drenched with his cum. he’ll do all of this, waking you up and interrupting your nap just for him to go back to sleep leaving you restless and unsatisfied.

what frustrates you even more is that you know once you fall back asleep, he’s just going to wake up and do the same exact thing, using you for his own pleasure, making you feel more irritated each time he does it.

EXHIBITIONISM

this mf lives and breathes for exhibitionism in the sense that, he just wants the entire world to know that you belong to him and that he’s the only one that can fuck you. it’s a bit different to someone like lucifer, for example, who would be into exhibitionism for the sole purpose of embarrassing and punishing you, whilst belphie is the complete opposite. he wants you to feel good, he wants everyone to look at you not with disgust or shame but to see how much pleasure he makes you feel. this is all for him to just shove into peoples faces that you’re his and that they should stay away from you which, after you’re done, they most certainly will. this is purely the result of belphie being INSANELY possessive - with him being on the same league as lucifer, if not, even worse. he is completely shameless when being with you, not giving a single fuck about anyone whilst he’s aggressively thrusting into you, making you scream his name on repeat. he wants you to be loud, fuck it, he wants all of his brothers to walk in on you and see the mess that belphie’s making out of you and will literally force them to stay and watch just so he can drill into their head that you don’t belong to anyone else but him.

will FUCK YOU UP when he’s in the mood

belphie is always very sleepy and, majority of the time, enjoys to just have more slow and sloppy sex with you. that being said though, that on the rare occasions that he doesn’t feel tired or drowsy, HE WILL FUCK YOU UP IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. belphie is not one to be ashamed and will do everything; text you, drag you, call you over just so he can have his hands all over you. in these moments that he’s more excited and eager, his patience wears THIN and in a matter of seconds will have his mouth on you, licking and sucking hickeys onto your skin. he’ll immediately have you on all-fours, feeling up your ass and thighs cooing at you, saying how obedient and compliant you are for him. next thing you know is that you feel the stretch and pain of his dick being suddenly slammed into you from the lack of his self-restraint, hips slap against yours making you buckle and shake from all the intensity - both your moans intertwining with the sound of lewd clapping filling the silence in the room as he continues to ruthlessly pound into you.

unlike his twin who would accidentally hurt you, belphie is 100% doing this intentionally. he purposely wants you to feel sore days after, he wants you to feel the lingering sting and ache in between your legs just so it can remind you what sort of state he had you in the day before. and if that doesn’t remind you enough, the sight of dark hickeys and bruises on your skin will make up for it. belphie loves nothing more than to just mark you and cover you with endless hickeys because for him, it’s a literal way of him claiming you, letting everyone know what you both were up to in his room.

OVERSTIMULATION/MASOCHISM - just fuck him up instead

belphie is just very bratty. giving you all this shit, marking you and being aggressive with you just to cover up the fact that he would very much like you to do the fucking up sometimes :/ while belphie never wants to give up all the control, he’ll occasionally give you 10% of it (which means you can basically do whatever you want and he’ll just sit back and comply).

he may or may not want you to push him, spank him or give him all the same shitty treatment he gives you as some sort of “payback”. except it’s not really payback, he just invents excuses to hide the tent in his pants that’s growing rapidly, teasing you with his words that truly do just want to make you shove his face down into the mattress and fuck the shit out of him - forcing him to swallow his words with his pathetic whines and whimpers, spewing out loads of cum from how aggressively you’re overstimulating him. all his begging and “no!”s being drowned out by the sound of his slutty moaning and soon, all that denial and refusal being completely gone along with his shame as he immodestly begs you to give it to him harder.

(BELPHIE IS SUCH A SLUT OH LORD)

WILL MANIPULATE YOU

probably one of the most sadistic and messed up out of the brothers and what’s worse is that you’ll never know what he’s feeling right until he has hand wrapped around your throat, laughing cruelly at the way your breath falters and your shaking hands desperately trying to rip off his grip that he has on you. belphie’s sadistic side is the worst because not only does he enjoy inflicting pain on you, HE ENJOYS IT WAY TOO MUCH. he will let you know just how much joy your tears and cries bring him, spitting on you and calling you pathetic, making you question your entire relationship and whether he does truly love you like he always loves to claim.

that’s where his more twisted side comes into play, he’ll degrade you, spit on you, choke and scratch you - all of this tied neatly with a bow when he suddenly says “i’m just doing this because i love you so much. you know that don’t you?” you’ll nod, trying to convince yourself that his sugar-coated words are true and that he does love you because “you’re the only one that makes me feel like this. i just can’t hold back”. this side of belphie both terrifies you and exhausts you. comparing him to his twin, it’s the younger one that really reminds you that what you’re dealing with is nothing ordinary, but a literal demon. luckily for you (or unluckily if you’re insanely masochistic) is that this side of him rarely peaks through, and if it does, it’s never to the extent where you genuinely fear for your wellbeing.

in the end, belphie is just someone in need of constant love and affection considering how he was locked and kept away from everyone he loved for such a long time. he only craves one thing and it’s for you to always reassure him that you’ll never leave his side and will shower him with your love.

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lolahauri · 2 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Does He Fuck You Better Than Me?

Ship: Bree Van De Kamp/Reader

Type: Smut, Semi-Implied F/F, Gender Neutral Reader, One-Shot.

Contains: Cheating, Vaginal Fingering, Oral, Nipple Play, Dirty Talk, Squirting, Implied Toxic Relationship, Some Plot, Bottom!Bree.

Words: 1,022

Requested?: Not Really.

"You cheated on rex?"

"Of course not! What do you take me for? ... I cheated on Orson."

You never got tired of seeing Bree sprawled across your bed, body fully on display, looking good enough to eat. The way her silky copper hair lied across your pillows alone was a sight to behold, and right now, she was looking exceptionally divine.

She was wearing your favorite lingerie tonight, a lacy blush set, with matching lipstick to really make it pop. You almost wished you didn't have to rip it off of her right now.

Bree pulled away from your heated kiss, a gasp slipping past her lips as you rushed to remove her bra, being more clumsy and rough than usual. You weren't trying to be so aggressive today, but you couldn't help it right now, you were just so stressed out.

"My, what's gotten into you today?" you could tell from her tone she was equally aroused and confused.

Ignoring her question for now, you managed to pull the clothing from her and toss it to the floor, leaving her breasts fully out on display. You briefly scanned her face, looking for any hint of resistance. And when you didn't see it, you ducked your head down and got to work.

She let out a loud and sudden moan, arching her back from the sensation. Your tongue was sucking and licking circles around one nipple, pinching and rubbing the other between your fingers. It didn't take much to get her going tonight, looks like you aren't the only one who's a little pent up and needy right now.

"Y/N... You didn't answer my question." her words were being broken up with small gasps "Is... something the matter?"

You lifted your gaze to lock eyes with her, "I think you know what's wrong."

Before she could speak again, you brought her into a rough kiss, moving your hands down her sides and fiddling with the straps of her underwear. She lifted her hips up a bit, allowing you to pull them down in one swift motion.

Bree slowly pulled back from the kiss, speaking up as you trailed your lips down her body. "I'm being serious you know, tell me what's going on tonight."

You stopped your movements, face hovering just above her navel as you sighed and looked back up. "Well, it's not exactly easy seeing that man have his hands all over you, you know?" wanting to stop this conversation from turning into another argument, you kept making your way down south, exploring her lower body with your hands.

"Oh, this again?" you rolled your eyes as she spoke "Y/N, we've talked about this-" she cut herself off with a small moan when you kissed the top of her pussy "He's- he's my husband... you knew that and you agreed to this anyways. There's really no reason to be upset."

You simply hummed in response, licking and biting her inner thighs, watching the way she jumps a little bit each time. The thought of Orson doing this to her made your stomach turn, why is she even with him? She has you now, she should just realize what she really needs is right in front of her and leave his sorry-ass behind.

"Right..." you finally spoke up before licking a strip up her pussy, flicking your tongue over her clit. You wrapped your legs under her thighs, reaching up and gripping her hips tightly to hold her in place.

Her breathing was heavy as you swiped over her bud a few more times, but she could tell you were still annoyed. "Don't be like this. You know a relationship like ours could never work long-term, right? Let's just... have our fun and forget about all this relationship nonsense, okay?"

Ouch, that stung a little.

You brought your hand down and ran a digit over her folds when she finished her little monologue, slowly pushing your middle finger inside, dragging it in and out. Her back arched a bit off the bed, she was so wet already.

"Does he fuck you better than me?" you smirked to yourself as you added your ring finger into her hole, picking up the pace with your thrusting and sucking her clit harshly.

"Huh?" she lifted her head off the pillows a bit, shocked by your question. But her words were failing her as you continued to suck her pussy. Any attempt at speaking turned to moans and incoherent babbles.

You detached your lips from her and curved your fingers upwards, hitting her sweet spot with every insert. "Come on, tell me. Is that what it is? Is that why you stay with him?"

You laughed under your breathe at her failed attempt to respond, flicking your tongue over her clit a few more times. "Does he make you feel this good?"

Her moans increased the more you went on, you could tell she was getting close. Her body was squirming under your touch, silently begging for more. "Use your words, Bree."

She huffed in response, she both loved and hated that condescending tone you used in moments like this. You didn't let up though, your movements slowed drastically as you waited for her to say something, grinning the entire time.

Bree sighed, "No..." she barely got out, still fidgeting and moaning like crazy.

"No... what?" you teased again, sliding your tongue ever-so-slowly between her folds as you kept dragging your fingers out at an agonizing pace.

"No, he... doesn't touch me better than you do."

Chuckling at her weak voice, you decided that was good enough. "That's right."

Without any warning, your movements ramped up, fucking her hard with two fingers and swirling your tongue around her clit. She was gasping for breath under you and closing her thighs around your head.

After a few moments longer, she let a few particularly loud moans out before coating your face and hands in her orgasm. You let her come down from her high, removing your fingers and sucking the clear liquid clean off.

Her chest was still heaving as you sat up, reaching for a towel and wiping down your face.

Maybe you should have jealous, angry sex more often?

#bree van de kamp #x reader #smut #desperate housewives #bree van de kamp x reader

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dnihallofshame · 2 months

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justatalkingface · 1 year

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I have to say, it is endlessly frustrating that every female character in mha, bar like, Toga, is not allowed to be angry. While Fuyumi’s response to abuse is realistic, I think its a really good showcasing of how hori views his female characters. Out of four children, the only one who even remotely puts up with endeavor’s behavior, who wants to have a real relationship with him, is his daughter. Why is she the only one who’s forgiving of him? I mean, I know why, but its still infuriating that none of the female characters in this manga are allowed to be anything other than alluring, happy, scared, or *briefly* upset.

Yeah, when I was writing that post out I noticed that stark difference between Fuyumi and the three guys, all of whom rebelled, and how their broad personality traits came down pretty straight from their same gendered parent.

Like, in general, all of the various Todokori family's reactions to Endeavour are legit, though Dabi's is, fittingly enough, turned up to eleven, but when you look at it from a broader perspective like that it is... prominent.

Like, real talk for a minute, if I could choose how Fuyumi was written, I'd have had her been quiet and passive her whole life, like she was knuckling down under the pressure... but the second she got of age she was gone. And when I mean gone, I mean gone: not just out of the house, like Natsuo, not just out of the city, but out of the country. Just... gone. The day of her eighteenth birthday, that morning the family wakes up and realizes that she vanished, there's nothing left in her room, and there wasn't even a mention of even wanting to leave or anything beforehand, nothing. Fuyumi just plans and executes this completely under the radar.

And then it turns out she's off somewhere riding motorcycles or something, probably in the US since that's the second most developed country in the story, living her best life and never looking back, with a changed name and a different hair style, nothing to connect her to her old life. It'd be easy enough for her to enter the story proper when Dabi Dances, wanting to see her long lost brother (maybe build that up as the point where she just gave up on Endeavour and everything and everyone even remotely related to him) and such, and there's a lot of potential conflict to play off her just abandoning everyone, but... a Todoroki wouldn't be a Todoroki if they weren't fucked up somehow, right?

Refocusing though... if anything, you're too generous to Hori. Toga was half assed angry for a handful of chapters, and even then it was muted and nonsensical, mixed with a basic inability to grasp reality ('"a hero killed us?", she said incomprehensibly; there was this bizarre lack of understanding of the consequences of the the PLF's actions and how killing people, gasp, may get you killed!) and a really weird refusal to actually be angry at the person who flatout murdered Twice. The murder that, you know, she watched happen, since Dabi conveniently broadcasted it for the world to see. After that though, she was depressed, and now she's in some weird 'Let me be evil' subplot where she's thoeretically doubling down on being an actual villain (like she wasn't already), but she's too busy having an identity crisis or something to actually focus on that, and a good half of her airtime is still about the weird, completely undeveloped 'love triangle' thing.

And now that you say this I really, honestly, can't think of a time a woman was properly angry in this series. I mean, hell, Mirko is usually the exception that proves the rule to most of Hori's sexist treatments about women, but even she's more determined and just plain aggressive rather than angry. It's pretty nuts when you think about it.

And it's just... it's not like we need a lot, but there's enough shit that happens in MHA, to everyone, that there's every reason for some woman somewhere to want to scream at someone good and proper.

I mean, normally I'd expand on this a bit, but I can't really think of anything to say beyond the obvious. Women should have been angry throughout the entire story. They weren't. There's nothing that can really explain it, or mitigate, or anything, beyond just Hori not wanting to write a woman that way for reasons that are all too obvious.

#mha critical #bnha critical #ask #hori's chronic hatred of women #fuyumi deserves better #why aren't women angry in this series?#there's really no way to justify this even a little

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yanderes-galore · 11 months

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pale xefros hcs? i just have so many thoughts about him. some about him staying passive/passive-aggressive, like guilt-tripping and threatening suicide, and some about him killing his first rival or taking out someone who was making his moirail's life difficult and discovering how much he actually likes it

The moment I saw this request and played Hiveswap I knew I loved this character, ngl. I'll do something for this! I just,,, love him so much, lol

Yandere! Pale! Xefros Tritoh Concept

Pairing: Pale/Moirail♦️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Guilt tripping, Threats of self-harm behavior, Murder, Jealousy, Forced Moirallegience, Violence.

Xefros seems like he'd be such a docile yandere.

He's timid and passive and doesn't think too highly of himself.

He always feels like he's failing what he's supposed to do and apologizes frequently.

He's a troll that can easily be taken advantage of due to him being so trusting.

He's a rustblood, too, which means he could get himself hurt.

Although with his caring nature he's someone who's want to find a Moirail.

Dammek is his Moirail at first, but when he loses him when Joey comes through the portal he feels a bit lost.

Xefros doesn't care too much if you're also a troll or an alien like a human... when he meets you and bonds with you he wants you as his Moirail!

Xefros would do everything for his Moirail.

He was training to be a butler, after all!

Xefros puts a ton of trust into his Moirail.

If you're a troll he tries to find something to call pale romance so he can make you his Moirail.

If you're a human/alien... simply showing Xefros platonic care makes him think you want to be Moirails!

How could he refuse?

Xefros wants to do anything to make his Moirail happy!

Even if you refuse his pale romance he still tries desperately to follow his delusions.

Xefros makes it a goal to be your better half and you his.

He wants you to improve with each other and make each other better people!

Even if you don't understand his pale intentions... he'll try to show you what he means.

Xefros is rather clingy with his Moirail/Pale crush.

Clearly he needs a Moirail to fix his Insecurities and properly balance him... but maybe there's more to him than that?

For example... Xefros begins to notice when he's with you he doesn't want to leave your side... ever.

It gets to the point Xefros feels jealousy when he sees his Moirail with someone else.

Are you... ignoring him?

He's so sorry if he did something wrong!

Please don't ignore him!

He cares for you too much for you to just push him aside!

He takes your rejection as testing him.

You must be strengthening him to be your perfect Moirail!

He accepts the challenge!

... that's what he's supposed to say, right?

Xefros would probably be a yandere to manipulate you.

If you were going to leave him or got into an argument he suddenly becomes self-destructive.

He isn't sure what he'd do without his Moirail!

Dammek is gone... he can't possibly lose you too!

He isn't sure if he could live without you!

So... you quickly become worried for him when he starts spouting nonsense.

Maybe this was the reason he needed a Moirail?

He's self-destructive....

When he starts threatening you with his behavior you can't stop yourself from rushing to his side to comfort him.

Xefros loves the feeling of you holding him and telling him it's all okay.

He loves you... his Moirail... his pale love....

He has you in his grasp tighter than you think since he can manipulate you so easily.

He's a troll who you just... feel sorry for?

Which only makes it easier when Xefros tries to guilt trip you into staying beside him.

Maybe you'll even properly try this Moirail thing out....

Xefros is normally not one to be violent.

Although something about doing anything to make his Moirail happy... makes him do things he never thought he would.

When Xefros first kills someone, or hurts them bad at best, it's fantastic.

The act itself doesn't entice him.

In fact he isn't sure how to feel about the blood coating his clothes....

Yet when Xefros reminds himself he did it to appeal to you, his Moirail, he doesn't mind it all of a sudden.

In fact... he's willing to sacrifice countless trolls or aliens to make you.

It'll make his Moirail happy, right?

He doesn't want to seem too weak as a rustblood to you....

Honestly this new behavior sparked by him becoming a yandere might be what you need to balance out.

Maybe this is why he was drawn to you?

Without Dammek he's become a mess...

Then you came along and he's never felt better as your Moirail!

He wants you to reciprocate his pale feelings!

If you don't... he has ways of making you.

Xefros is normally such a timid troll who apologizes all the time...

With you he's become stronger... he thanks you for that!

See? You're already improving each other!

Which must mean you're meant to be Moirails!

Can't you see how strong his pale love is for you?

You've IMPROVED him... you were testing him to become a stronger troll! Now won't you let him be your better half, too?

#yandere hiveswap #yandere xefros tritoh #yandere moirail #platonic yandere #yandere hiveswap x reader

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voddiesk · 7 months

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Hehe muses on this meme (harder to place than expected)

[hard / not fun to rp]

All [outside of comfort zone] & with a Mean Streak that I'm neither witty enough, brave enough nor feel good to play...

Laverne: nerd, & the traits i chose off someone hurts to play🗿 His magica!AU self is easier in that he's still shonen dumbass there.

fox sisters 'Eiko' & Kyouka: coy & manipulative, which I Cannot

Rosie: I'm no pirate buff LOL. Accents & concision... tough.

[easy / not fun to rp]

Personalities I enjoy drawing in Slapstick Comics, but not to play. Growth is Slow (if any) & dependent on others.

Rainn: too woobie for me LOL

Ming: for literal slapstick jokes, shallow. Not my style anymore

Inis: a little boring to me with the history / personality I made! NPCish being more reactive than proactive... but working to give them Motivations and Curiosities to muse over.

[fun / easy to rp]

1 int oonga, self-explanatory. My brain just smashes red button lately

Roth: basically mingyue v2, but removing (gender) & (human) facets completely makes me happier lol.

Sir Horsie: 🤯

Eoghan: Easy to play & joke in vapid nonsense. Superficially one note, but has backstory to inform his Weirdness though I'd rather not show it / he's fairly well-adjusted. 🤔Just having the element to reference is nice, and being cheery amid angstier folk is fun.

bom!Haruka: Angst & Amnesia combo. Didn't want a 1:1 to rl grief, so had IC reasons to dull emotions and their loss. On the surface they're comically gap moe (easy to play) and most ocs wouldn't know them past that. But they had unconscious layers that informed their heart, perhaps in... unfortunate ways. (Fun)!

aa!Haruka: WIP, may need to change much of what I enjoyed in bom!version (alas).

[hard / fun to rp]

50% [chatty extroverts], 50% [moody introverts]...

· introverts' my preferred, but engaging others & trying not to leave All the legwork to them can be as tough as attempting to drive the rp-convo via an extroverted oc... (for i am Not) 🗿 · All have personality Contrasts that others may read only the superficial (as intended). But I too forget nuances as a result. LOL

Arietta & weedy: Both still 1-note atm as npc/neglected theatric extroverts. 'Voice' is likely too similar rn...

Stitches: I've trouble Being Mean so I backpedal like a COWARD. His inherent tsun & edginess makes me cringe even though that's the point. Easier to comic than rp.

Lilie (& Lewy): Passive Aggressive (cannot do that anymore). Reserved, pessimistic, but who also try to step out of their shells. Headspace takes a bit of warming...

· twins Leith & Liam: 1-int jokes that'll Press the Red Button & have Bad Opinions, but also gooey feelsy inside. I enjoy that they can act independent of others with their different strengths, while still falling under my mun need to hold hands w/ someone.🤡

· struggles with their Words (or lack thereof). Liam is too chatty, Leith takes much effort to convey. But still a fun struggle at the end of it all, as their relations with other peoples' ocs made them so.

I tend to make ocs that ignore or skim feelings, so twinnies being overly guided by emotions has been a fun (if embarrassing) change.

#vodrp

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boredcouchpotato · 10 months

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Beyblade omegaverse au

Rei/Hilary/ daichi

I headcanon all three of them as alphas.

Ray

When Ray found out about his secondary gender it was kind of uneventful.

He knew that he was going to be a alpha. Call it gut feeling if you want but he just sort of always knew it.

So when his rut started he knew what to do. He was very calm and mature about the whole thing.

Later when he finishes his rut his parents gave him "the talk" it was very uncomfortable but he just have to bear it.

His parents also threw a little party with close friends and family but that's about that.

I guess his parents did celebrated that their boy has become a man now. 🙂🙃

2) Hilary

When Hilary found out that she was an alpha. She was kind of devastated about the whole thing.

I mean just how many female alpha you know?

But her mom is a nurse so she made sure that Hilary was not thinking about all that nonsense. She explained everything to Hilary in details made sure she knew if she has any questions she can ask her about it freely.

That made Hilary reassured. But when she got back to school afterwards. Everyone was teasing her about it.

And Because her personality is already a little bossy it resulted in people making the worst assumptions about her. It was even worse because she was the class monitor.So she never had any real friends in school.

But sometimes she would be in her room and resent that she was born an alpha.

Until she joined Tyson and his gang. At first she was just annoyed at Tyson that he is never on time, never does his homework and he is always disturbing the class.

But after some time she made friends with him ( more like just tagged along until they became friends) and realised that tyson never made any assumptions about her.

Even when they fought during that time she made their schedules he never once mocked that she was trying to control him because she was an Alpha.

And even when he apologized he was genuine.

3) daichi

Daichi came to knew about his secondary gender just a month before he met Tyson in g- revolution.

That's why he is so aggressive and ready to fight all the time. He had not learnt how to be a little more calm.

Sometimes when he fights with Tyson his scent gets overwhelming for Tyson do much so that sometimes he has to leave the room.

One time while fighting his scent got so much overwhelming that tyson actually vomited. And he had a headache for a whole day.

That's when he realised that he really should learn to control his scent. And he asks Tyson's grandpa to teach him how to do so. And gramps is more than happy to teach him. Also if he teaches daichi kendo as well that's his secret.

But he did gets to more bearable level after that incident.

#beyblade #let's battle queue and me!#beyblade original #bladebreakers #anime #rei kon #hiromi tachibana #alpha rei kon #alpha daichi #alpha Hilary

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worstloki · 4 years

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no one:

loki: *aggressively applies eyeliner with a knife*

literally no one:

loki: *aggressively wears gowns and skirts*

legitimately no one:

loki: *aggressively click-clacks heels while walking*

absolutely no one at all anywhere:

loki: *aggressively learns to use magic and knives*

i mean there is actually no one saying anything:

loki: *aggressively applies nail polish and files nails*

still no one but now the silence is starting to get to everyone:

loki: *aggressively questions Asgardian culture on a daily basis*

#the best part about loki totally ignoring every nonsensical rule asgard has to offer (which lets be honest is most of them) is how #because loki aggresively breaks the rules and is able to get away with it on technicalities #loki *enjoys* getting away with things on technicalities #oh? men cant apply eyeliner? well... i AM a shapeshifter... how would you even know #no no you're right... its completely improper for me to assume you would know or take a liar's word on it... you'll just have to verify...#don't be ridiculous... im in pants instead of a dress...thats proof im a man...im clearly a disgraceful lad that wears heels and nail polish #if you're not going to check where my fluid gender is at you'll just have to arrest me - a prince/princess of asgard - on suspected crime #what's that? suddenly its not that big of a deal? you'd rather not bother the all-father with something like this... but what if he cares...#and by cares i mean what if he notices the black of my gloves and boots are different shades and points it out in front of the court #no dont leave! what happened to your need to defend your sexism?! you coward! how will i know if odin will notice the two blacks now?!#loki aggressively breaks asgardian culture and all associated toxic traits down by simply existing and being annoying about it #its wonderful

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justalonelybitch · 2 years

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hey, may i request an enemies-to-lovers one-shot or scenario about seokkyung? in which the reader has the same personality as hers, since she's one of my top kins? reader can be gender neutral, and i'd like if it started as a little suggestive and angst and ends as fluff.

thanks :]

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry I have't updated in the past few days, I've just gotten a bit busy lately. I'm not sure if this makes sense, my mind was kinda elsewhere while writing this.

Not Now

Seokkyung x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Enemies to Lovers AU

Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Swearing, Violence,

Word Count: 2.18k

Buy me a coffee :)

Your fingers flowed effortlessly along the black and white keys, neck muscles tightening as you tried desperately to reach the notes. “Fuck!” You yelled angrily as your voice cracked, slamming your fists down on the piano. Reaching for the sheet of music, you aggressively crumpled it in your fist, throwing it behind you with much force.

A slow clap echo’s around the room, your head snapping around to meet Joo Seokkyung’s teasing gaze. “Wow, that was really something” she breathed out, giggling following shortly after. “At this rate you might not even make it into Cheong Ah Arts,” Seokkyung said, head tilted as she smirked smugly. Glaring at her, you stood from your seat, walking closer to her menacingly.

“Watch your mouth Joo, wouldn’t want anything to interfere with your chances now would we?” You asked innocently, mischievous glint in your eyes. “If only they knew about your little cheating scheme,” you said, feigning faux sympathy. “If you even think about it,” she inched closer to you, faces only mere inches apart. “I’ll make sure that there will be consequences,” she said pointedly.

Leaning impossibly closer without touching, you smirked. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” you whispered, breath fanning her lips. Scooting back victoriously, you blew her a kiss before exiting the room. Seokkyung’s eyes lingered on your figure as you walked away, jaw clenched in anger. However, her stomach was doing somersaults inside her, but she refused to acknowledge it for now.

“Y/n! Eunbyul! Get ready, the guests will be arriving soon,” your mothers voice resounded throughout the house. “Need help?” You asked, entering your sister's room. When she shook her head, you made yourself comfortable on her bed, shoulders slouching in exhaustion. “I can’t believe we have to go to these dinners, let alone host them,” you complained.

Eunbyul looked at you with an amused smile, used to your antics. “You should get ready before Eomma sees you,” she said, adding some final touches to her outfit. “What do you mean? I am ready!” You exclaimed, looking at your sister in disbelief. “You’re hopeless,” she mumbled, fixing your hair, then chucking a blazer at you.

“That’s much better,” she mumbled, handing you one of her many fancy watches as an accessory. “I don’t understand what was wrong before,” you mumbled, wandering out to the kitchen. Eunbyul followed closely behind you, chuckling lightly at your comment.

“Good you’re ready,” your mother said, eyeing both of you. You tried to sneak a snack from the bench, but your hand was quickly smacked away by your mother’s. “Just go greet the guests,” she sighed in annoyance, pushing you towards the entrance. While your sister stayed back to help, not that Seojin let her do much.

Minhyeok's family was first to come, his father babbling on about some nonsense that went in one ear and out the other. You rolled your eyes at his nonsense, his mother pulling him off to the dining room, smiling at you on her way. Minhyeok gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, before leaving you alone in the doorway once more.

Next to arrive was Jenny and her mother, who both greeted you with fake smiles. Exchanging pleasantries before hurrying off, Mari dragged her daughter along with her. You sighed, relieved to have them gone. This was by far the worst thing you could’ve been assigned with, you felt like one of the workers rather than a member of the family.

Finally, the awaited family arrived, all dressed in formal attire, gracefully stepping out of the elevator one by one. “Welcome,” you bowed respectfully, then doing the same in return. “How are you, Y/n?” Suryeon asked, always displaying the warmth you longed for. “I’m doing well Miss Shim, how are you?” You asked back, however your eyes wandered past the woman before you.

Anything Suryeon said went deaf in your ears, for the only thing you could focus on was the girl behind her. She looked stunning, dressed in a simple outfit, yet on her it looked like the best thing in the room. You wondered how someone could possibly be so beautiful, her striking visuals her god-like. You snapped back to reality when your mothers voice came from behind you, saving you from further embarrassment.

“You’re just in time,” she said smiling in faux excitement, gesturing for them to head to the lavishly decorated dining room. She gave you a stern glance, turning on her heel and leaving you to stumble helplessly after her. Everyone now seated, ready to dig in, talking about all sorts of nonsense gossip you paid no mind to.

While the adults conversed over things you were uninterested in, the kids made themselves comfortable in the lounge. You leaned against the arm of the couch, sipping on your drink while Jenny and Minhyeok bickered. Huffing, you stood from your seat, wanting to escape from the chaos for a shirt while.

In a rush to exit the room, you failed to see the Seokkyung who was walking in your direction, a smirk etched on her face. Crashing into her, you watched in what seemed like slow motion as the drink spilled down her chest. Eyes widening in shock, as the rest of your drink splashed onto the white fur rug.

“Do you know how expensive this is?!” Seokkyung screeched, gaining the attention of anyone in the room. “It’s not my fault you can’t watch where you’re going,” you yelled back at her. “What’s going on here?” Mr Joo’s voice boomed through the room, making everyone go silent. “Appa, she purposely spilled her drink on me. Now my clothes are ruined!” Seokkyung whined, though you could see the faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

Dantae’s gaze flickered to you, eyes squinting as he turned to your father. “You should learn to control your child,” he spoke in an arrogant tone. “I’m sure it was an accident,” Suryeon attempted to defuse the situation, but no one paid her much mind. “We’re leaving,” her husband announced, Seokkyung eyeing you up and down, a smug smile on her face as she followed her father.

“You’re coming with me,” you hear a harsh voice whisper in your ear, nails digging into your forearm. Lowering your head, you had no choice but to follow your mother’s orders, not daring to look at any of the people in the room. “Fucking embarrassment!” Seojin screamed once in the confines of her office, pushing you into her desk with all her strength.

You cried out in pain as your back hit the corner, it was sure to leave a bruise. “How dare you make a scene with people around,” she raised her hand. The sound that came from the slap rang in your ears, head whipped to the side. “Such a disappointment,” she clicked her tongue, gripping your hair in her hand.

“It wasn’t my fault,” you whispered, feeling her nails dig into your scalp. She chuckled menacingly at your words, merciless with her actions. “You even stained my rug,” she tutted, gripping your jaw with such force that you were made to look her in the eye. “I don’t even want to see your face,” she mumbled, pushing you down to the ground.

Smiling cynically when she noticed a burning candle on her desk, she held it up to you. “Such a disgrace to our name,” she taunted, pulling your arm to hover over the wick. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you felt the flame come into contact with your skin, searing hot pain making your whimper.

“Don’t embarrass me again,” she warned, leaving you to lay on the floor pathetically. “Sorry, Y/n’s not feeling very well so they won’t be joining us for the rest of the evening,” you heard her announce to the group. Everyone seemed to continue as usual after that, while you were left to drown in your thoughts, pain lingering on your body.

~~ You found yourself curled up in the familiar studio the next day, letting the rhythm guide you. Bones aching as you played the piano, trying once more to sing the unreachable note. You cursed as you failed once more, eyes fluttering shut in an attempt to calm yourself. However, it proved unsuccessful, when the irritating voice filled your ears once more.

“You know, I think you’re getting better,” Seokkyung said, an obviously fake smile on her lips. “Not today,” you mumbled tiredly, for once not in the mood to fight back. “I never thought I’d see the day when you gave up so easily,” she taunted further. Though you could only manage a weak huff in response, gathering your stuff and readying yourself to leave.

Just to your luck, the bell rang before Seokkyung could say anymore. Much to your disliking, you and her would be sharing the next class. Strolling out of the door, you walked at a slow pace, trying to disguise your back pain. The girl behind you, eyeing you with curiosity, wondering what on earth had made you so quiet.

“You’re no fun Y/n,” Seokkyung complained, giving you a look of annoyance. You kept your head down, choosing to ignore her. Thankfully, she finally left you alone when you entered the class. Instead she opted to go and talk to her brother, giving you some momentary peace and quiet.

The teacher soon entered the room, babbling about something you didn’t care to listen to. You focused your gaze on your desk, head resting in your hands. Not even trying to hide the fact that you weren’t listening, you let your eyes flutter shut. The noise around you faded, exhaustion setting in as you fell into unconsciousness.

“Y/n~” A voice sang, pulling you from your slumber. Groaning, you looked up to the perpetrator, rolling your eyes when you saw the familiar face. “Wouldn’t want you to get a sore neck, would we?” Seokkyung asked rhetorically, something unfamiliar in her tone. Grumbling you stood, pushing your chair in, taking note of the fact everyone else had left.

“What time is it?” You yawned, stretching your limbs out. When you didn’t get a response, you looked to Seokkyung, noticing the way her eyes lingered on you. Following her stare, you saw that your sleeve had ridden up, revealing the faint burn marks. Rushing to cover yourself, you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Y/n,” Seokkyung tried to talk, but before she could say anything more, you rushed for the exit. “Wait!” She called after you, to which you abruptly stopped. However, it was not because of the girl behind you, but the one in front of you. There stood your mother, fierce gaze burning into your skull.

“I heard that you were sleeping during classes,” Seojin said, scowling on her face. “Office now,” she demanded. Your head dropped, feet moving helplessly to follow your mother. “Excuse me, Mrs Cheon.” Seokkyung spoke from behind you. Your mothers head snapping in her direction, raising her brow in question.

“If you don’t mind, I have to borrow Y/n for a while. We have a project to work on,” Seokkyung said quickly, not giving Seojin much time to react before she was pulling you out the door. Looking at you, she smiled slightly, giving your arm a comforting squeeze, dragging you to her car.

You had barely registered what had even happened, but before you knew it, you were seated in Seokkyung’s room. “Here,” she said, handing you a snack. “You should eat,” she grabbed your hand, forcefully placing the snack in your grasp. “Thank you,” you mumbled, unsure of her actions. “Don’t worry Y/n, it’s not poisoned,” she chuckled.

Feeling at ease, you took a hesitant bite of the snack, humming at the taste that filled your mouth. The mood was still slightly tense, uncertainty about your current predicament lingering on her mind. As if sensing your emotions, Seokkyung placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You know, you might not be so bad after all Y/n,” she said. It was her way of comforting you, which you couldn’t help but laugh at. Seeing you more relaxed made her smile, happy to have made you feel better. After that talking became easier, conversation flowing endlessly between the two of you.

“Thank you,” you muttered shyly, making Seokkyung look at you in confusion. “What for?” She asked, baffled by your sudden words. “For bringing me here, making me laugh, helping me to forget, I guess everything really.” You spoke sincerely, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from your chest thanks to the girl before you.

“I guess you’re not too bad either Joo Seokkyung,” you smiled at her. Your final statement brings a bright grin to her face, eyes shining with mirth. And from that day on, there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. A feeling of comfort washed over you when in the other's presence. You both had something in common, and it was nice to be able to rely on someone for once.

But that was only the beginning of your story.

Part Two coming soon!!

#the penthouse x reader #joo seokkyung x reader #joo seokkyung imagines #seokkyung x reader #joo seokkyung #joo seokkyung imagine #seokkyung imagines #enemies to lovers #fluff #angst

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clusterfuck-misc · 2 years

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ANON ASKS:

Can i request dbh Connor with 3 "don't worry sweetheart, i'll never leave your side.”

#3 from Rednsuch’s prompt list; “don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll never leave your side.”

Yandere Connor x Reader

This is a short little fic.

The reader is gender neutral.

Content warning: Mentioned aggression, blood, unsettling behavior.

ARCHIVED POST. @clusterfuck-yandere IS MY NEW BLOG.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS ON THIS BLOG.

He was supposed to be deactivated.

After attack an officer in front of you — for you, he claimed — he was supposed to be scrapped and hauled off to the junk yard.

The entire incident felt unreal, really. You knew how Connor behaved around you, with the weird claims of devotion and the overprotective nature. But you would never even think of him lunging at someone and hammering his artificial fists into their face.

It felt so… out of character for him. You remember being frozen in place for a good while before trying to pull the android off of the poor officer. It took you, Lieutenant Anderson, and some deputy to detain him and throw him into a cell. After filling out the report and watching Connor supposedly getting taken back to CyberLife, news went around that the RK800 model was to be terminated.

The thought made you sad. Despite the android’s odd behavior, you couldn’t help but get attached to him. He was your partner — along with Lieutenant Anderson — and his friendly nature sometimes made you forget that he wasn’t even human. You didn’t want to see him go, even if he did something that wasn’t in his programming.

But there he was, standing in your living room.

Weeks after the incident.

You could barely believe your eyes as you looked at his dirtied form. Thirium and (to your horror) blood caked his fake skin and clothing. He looked slightly damaged, and you took note of the bullet holes in his shoulder, but he didn’t seem to be impaired by his state.

In fact, there was a wide smile on his face and a joyous glitter in his eyes.

“(Y/N),” he breathed out.

“C… Connor..?” You stood there frozen in place, feeling your body tense up. “Is that really you?”

“It is,” the android confirmed with a quick nod. “It’s me, (Y/N). I came back!”

Alarms went off in your head as he wasted no time in closing the distance between you two. His hands found your forearms, chocolate eyes scanning your features with his LED glowing yellow. You fought the urge to take a step back while he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m back,” he said through a soft sigh, his words bouncing off of your skin. “I’m… I’m back… They tried to take me away, but I’m back…!”

Your features formed a grimace when his bloodied arms circled around your form. “I… Connor… what happened to you?”

The question was left unanswered as he continued to mumble nonsense into your neck. You could feel your stomach churn with unease, a sickening feeling climbing up to your throat and causing you to swallow. He was back alright. But how?

Did you even want to know the answer.

“… Connor,” you began again with a shaky voice. “What did you do?”

The android stayed silent for a moment, and you were beginning to believe he wasn’t going to answer. But then he lifted his head from your shoulder and met your gaze. CyberLife androids always had a distant look in their eyes, but the way Connor’s swirled with a crazed look almost made you back away out of instinct. You watched as his hand slowly made its way to your cheek.

“I… did it for you,” he rambled. “I did it for you… I did everything for you…”

Biting the inside of your mouth, you grabbed his wrist and moved his hand away from your face. “Did what, Connor…?”

“They were going to deactivate me,” he finally began to explain. “Take me apart… look into my system… but I couldn’t let that happen. No… no, I couldn’t… I just couldn’t!”

His LED turned red in an instant. This time, you acted upon your instincts and took a step away from the twitching android. He looked down at his blood and Thirium coated hands, the LED slowly easing back to yellow.

The way he stared at his hands almost reflectively made you take another step back. Something was severely wrong. You knew that since the moment you laid eyes on him, but his behavior was starting to remind you of a deviant. Like the one that killed his owner and his in the attic. Was it possible for the android that was supposed to hunt deviants to turn into a deviant itself?

“They tried to take me away,” he repeated from before, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts. “They tried to take me away from you. But…”

He then looked back up at you, a sickening smile slowly returning to his features and his LED turning blue.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll never leave your side.”

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thesquareinthecircularhole · 3 years

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hey stupid, i love you [MCYT: Dream x GN!Reader]

song: hey stupid I love you by jp saxe

warnings: fluff

im pretty sure i made this an gender neutral as possible but if there is an error lmk thanks bby :*

im in a simpin mood bby

as always, song lyrics in italics

i skipped a couple versus due to repetitiveness oops

this is the one i complained about losing, but it actually worked out bc i like this one better...less wordy

word count: ~2k

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Nothing's wrong, and it's not what I'm used to Oh, does it surprise you too? When it's simple, is it easier than it should be?

"Hey babe, are you okay? You've been quiet today," Dream practically pouted as he asked you. He loved the sound of your voice and while you definitely weren't giving him the quiet treatment, you sure weren't as talkative as you normally are.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just distracted thinking my thoughts." You smiled at him and leaned against him. He looked down at you and pecked your lips. You gave him a sweet kiss back. The smile he gave you made your heart boom. Loving him was as easy as eating a cake (because the usually analogy 'baking a cake' isn't true, its sometimes hard to bake a cake, especially when a hungry streamer keeps trying to eat the batter or start a flour fight).

"Anyway, don't you have a stream with the Dream Team to get ready for? One that starts in," you look at the clock on your phone, "three minutes ago?" The slight panic that crosses Dream's face makes you laugh loud. He gives you another kiss and in less than five seconds has practically launched himself across the house into his recording room. Your laughter follows him the whole way, a smile and blush upon his face.

Nothing's wrong, but when you're not in my arms I send voice notes, you send hearts And get quiet, and I know that means you miss me

Okay, granted, you were the one to remind him that he was streaming with his friends today and speedrunning, but you didn't expect it to last well over five hours. At the beginning you worked on your classwork for your [college degree of choice]. You got it done quickly, as it was nearing the end of the semester and most professors of yours were laidback and wanted you to study more than write nonsense papers (fictional you, i'm so jealous). Occasionally you would jump in fear when you heard Dream shout, still not used to it after years.

After finishing your classwork, you started cooking dinner. Soup was the vibe for the evening, and you had found a wonderful chicken and dumplings recipe a while ago that you wanted to try. You did have to go to the store for some of the ingredients, but luckily it only took you an hour. You can back and he was still streaming. It took about another hour for dinner to be done. You let it cool and prepared yourself a bowl. You set your laptop up and started watching Dream's stream. Hearing his voice made you miss him, so you pulled out your phone.

Going to the two of y'alls messages, you started making him a voice message.

"Hey baby, I made dinner, so don't play so long it gets cold. I love you! Kick the enderdragon's ass baby! Mwah."

You continued watching him stream, and he took a pause for a minute, his screen not moving from the create a new world screen and his mic muted. A couple seconds later you got spammed with every heart offered in the emoji index times what felt like a thousand.

He continued being quiet for a couple seconds, although he did unmute and continue playing, answering George's and Sapnap's questions of where he went with, "I had to take a message."

You're jealous, you shouldn't be I want you obsessively But I know how complicated it can get When you're not in front of me I know insecurities get in your head

Chat sometimes upset you. Sure, you got Dream, all of him, but sometimes the comments made by some of the more obsessives fans were a bit to much.

'With the way he killed those mobs you know he's got good fingers'

'His voice is hot so he must be'

'Heyo dream baby lemme see them feet'

Okay the last one was more weird, and actually turned out to be a joke from Quackity but anyway moving on.

He was your guy, and he promised himself to you, but sometimes he seemed to have a genuine connection with some of the sweeter and not gross ones. It made you scared that someone, one day, will swoop him off his feet with a comment and he’d leave you for them.

But I'm not gonna interrupt if you need to talk about it Roll my eyes, get offended by the way you doubt it You know you're mine, you just forget sometimes So promise me you won’t And you know I'll remind you when you think I don't

The stream ended a little under an hour later. Dream left his recording room, grabbed a bowl of soup, and found you in the living room, lost in thought. He plopped down right next to you.

“Talk to me baby.”

“About what?”

“Anything and everything.”

“Okay.” You’re quiet for a bit, despite his offering of listening. He knew you were gonna take him up on the offer, you just needed a bit of time, so he was going to wait patiently. He finished his soup quickly, he was much hungrier than he thought. He put the bowl on the coffee table and before he was all the way leaned back on the couch, you were leaning against him. His arms wrapped around you, your head was tucked in between his head and shoulder, and a blanket covered the both of you. You looked towards the blank tv screen but felt his eyes on you.

“I love you a lot. And I know you love me too, but I’m afraid I’m not enough. You have so many options, especially with your popularity online. I don’t know what I’d do if you left me, whether it be for someone else or just because you’re tired of me.” Dream waits for you to stop entirely, with you breathing heavily.

“Well, you’re right about one thing. I do love you, a lot. The rest of it is wrong and I’ll spend the rest of time telling you so.” Dream says, pressing several kisses against your forehead.

“Yeah I know it’s stupid to feel this way, but my anxiety gets the best of me. It’s stupid, I’m stupid.”

“First of all, you’re not stupid. Second, hey stupid, I love you.”

Nothing's wrong, I just get in my head too Can you reassure me you, you're still in it? I just wish you could lean in and kiss me

As much as Dream loved you and reassured you, sometimes he would get caught up in his thoughts too. The life of a streamer/youtuber, especially one with as much fame and subscribers as him, was rough. The constant need to feed his fans with entertainment and content, and the need for the content to satisfy his fans was stressful. He hates to admit it, but he some days he spent to much time working and not enough with you. He thinks you would be so much happier with someone without a tight schedule and without a large, intense fanbase. Any random person on the street would be better for you than him, he thinks.

When he gets into this headspace, the only thing that grounds him is your lips on his. When you kiss him, the clouds go away and all he can see is your eyes, as bright as the sun, and your smile, which can tempt even the purest.

Say nothing's wrong, tell me to settle down You do it better than I've ever known how Won't pull some tricks for attention But could I get a little now?

Now, everyone knows that Dream likes some attention. He especially likes attention from you. Good thing is you also like attention, especially from him. The not so good thing is both of y’all get distracted so bad, it’s almost too funny.

He tends to get your attention by tickling you, whether it be in the comfort of your home or in public. One day, when you guys were walking through town, you stopped at a flower booth and got to talking with the friendly and flirty florist gentleman. It had been a couple minutes, and Dream was really needing some love, but you continued chatting with the florist who was definitely going to ask for your number but you genuinely thought he was just being nice. Dream crept up behind you and placed his hands on your side. You froze for a moment and looked at him, confused. The smirk that crossed his face barely gave you a second to prepare as he tickled your sides. Your laughter filled the street as you turned around as he tickled you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, which got him to stop ticking you, and gave him a kiss. The two of you continued on your way, attached at the hip.

And one day, when you wanted his attention, it was after he was done recording a manhunt with his friends. The actual video had been done for a bit, but they were just fucking around in the minecraft world and talking to each other. You had had a not so nice day, and wanted the crushing weight of your boyfriend on top of you. You crept into his recording room and came to stand right behind his chair. Based on the conversation you could tell he wasn’t recording anymore, so you knew it was safe. Your hands started in his hair, trailed down to his face, and slid down his body till your arms were wrapped around him snuggly. Your head was placed on top of his.

“What are you doing?” he asked, and received no response. Instead, you began aggressively shaking him and the chair, turning it this way and that, making him slightly dizzy. His laughter filled the room, and he quickly ended the call. The two of you spent the next 12 hours cuddled in bed, leaving only for the necessities.

You're jealous, you shouldn't be I want you obsessively But I know how complicated it can get When you're not in front of me I know insecurities get in your head

Dream got jealous as well sometimes. You were beautiful and a lot of the time attracted the attention of random passerbyers. Those people, who you don’t even know, who lived normal lives where they didn’t have to spend every second worried that their face will be revealed to the public and suddenly all their fans from around the world will know what they look like or the general area in which they live, who don’t have to obey algorithms and bend to the will of the masses to make sure they get paid enough to live, who could give you a normal and safe life. Every time one looked at you with some attraction, he pulled you a bit closer and kissed you a bit harder.

But I'm not gonna interrupt if you need to talk about it Roll my eyes or get offended by the way you doubt it You know you're mine, you just forget sometimes So promise me you won’t And you know I'll remind you when you think I don't

Sometimes, Dream needed to rant. A long, hard, intense, rant. Sometimes it was about how someone accused him of cheating his speedruns. Sometimes it was about how someone said something nasty to him or one of his friends. Sometimes it was about a comment someone made about him or you that got on his nerves. When he needed to talk, you sat there and you listened. You did whatever he needed to get better, whether it was just listen or talk to find solutions. You did it because you know he would do the same for you. And afterwards, a cuddle session was a must.

How could you forget? I told you seventeen times before 7 AM I love you How could you forget? I told you seventeen times

The morning after rough days were one of the bests. Arms tangled together, legs tangled together, everything tangled together, no one able to tell where one started and the other ended. Lazy kisses pressed to faces, hands, necks, any part of skin the lips could touch. One particular morning you woke up earlier than he did. A quick kiss against his cheek woke him up, and he gave you the most love filled smile any man could do.

“Hey stupid,” you said, “I love you.”

#mcyt #mcyt x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #fluff #songfic

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arminsleftnut · 3 years

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i meannn i could go for some very comforting eren x reader at the moment. I just watched something very traumatizing and will not be falling asleep tonight:(

i know i skipped over some other requests to do this but i totally understand wanting comfort character/catharsis content after seeing something shitty so !! i speed ran this and i am so sorry if it’s rushed but i hope it makes you feel better angel <33

CONTENT WARNING: gender neutral reader, some angst but mostly fluff, catharsis fic (not meant to be romanticizing, just comforting), mentions of thunderstorms, just reader having a bad day and domestic bf eren, implied panic attack??, crying (could be read as depression if u squint but this is also just me projecting the day i had yesterday so do with that what u will), eren is a sap and probably a little ooc but listen

also i listened to blackbird by the Beatles while writing this so excuse the nonsensical title

it was hard to not hate eren sometimes.

not because he was too loud, too aggressive, too annoying, or a shitty boyfriend— quite the opposite actually. it was because he wasn’t. admittedly, he could be incredibly thick-headed at times and had said more than enough dumb shit to write a book on it, but he wasn’t nearly as thoughtless nor stupid as most people assumed.

instead, he was doting, and loving in his own rougher, sometimes awkward way, and he loved you to the moon and back, and it was sometimes so overwhelming that you didn’t know if you should toss him on his ass or grab onto him and never let go.

this was, unfortunately, one of those times. you had days like this, where you just— couldn’t move. it wasn’t that you were tired, not physically at least, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to move. eren had been out for most of the day, leaving you to stare blankly at your bedroom wall, listening to the soft patter of rain and the occasional crack of thunder. the sounds, as soothing as they usual were, now immobilized you, sending you into a suffocating lethargy. no matter how much you laid there, you still weren’t relaxed, weren’t resting, no matter how badly you wanted to.

and then there was eren.

his voice, loud as ever, rang through the house, calling out for you. you could hear his footsteps falter halfway to the bedroom at the silence that greeted him, yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. you felt horrible, but even opening your mouth felt so draining.

the creak of the bedroom door alerted you to eren’s presence. he was— wary. eyeing you speculatively, unsure if you were taking a nap or just ignoring him. (he doubted it. he was pretty hard to ignore, he made sure of it).

“baby?” he called gently, keeping his voice low just in case you were asleep.

something in his tone, perhaps it’s casual, loving concern, maybe something else, broke down the dam that had been suffocating you all day. a choked sob tore through you, and you found yourself wracking violently. you slapped your hand over your mouth in a vain attempt to muffle each cry that left you. the hot tears that streamed down your face were both freeing and nauseating. still, you couldn’t stop.

“shit, baby,” eren was across the room in seconds, kneeling on the bed and tugging you out of the little hollow you’d made for yourself, prying your hand away from your mouth and pulling you to him. his fingertips were painfully gentle as they brushed your hair from your face, and it might’ve made you cry harder. “hey, hey, none of that. what is it, sweetheart? you gotta tell me so i can fix it.”

you could only shake your head, heaving a strangled breath. you didn’t know how to explain that it was just one of those days, that there was nothing to fix, you were just lost, and you felt like you were sinking. it would pass, you knew that. it always did, but right now, you couldn’t breathe.

even though you couldn’t say any of that, eren still somehow seemed to understand. he always did. you found yourself sat between his legs, his hands rubbing up and down your arms, anchoring you to him so you didn’t feel like you were going to fly off the proverbial handle.

“i’ve got you, honey. i’ve got you. deep breaths, ‘kay? can you do that for me?”

hours later found you laying on top of his chest, matching your own breathing to his, the slow, steady beat of his heart thrumming in time with the pattering rain. sometimes, you did hate eren just a little, but only because he made it so easy to love him.

#🌸.cherryblossoms #eren jaeger x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #snk x reader

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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♡〜Can you write an enemies to lovers one shot with Sam Wilson pls? 👉👈💖-anon〜♡

Sam Wilson x gender neutral reader

I don’t know much about Sam but I’ll try my best. I haven’t watched FATWS, and I have no idea what exactly the Sokovia Accords do.

Not very satisfied with this

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1603

Warnings: swearing

Even before the Sokovia Accords, you and Sam had a bit of a rivalry.

He was too cocky, too brazen, took nothing seriously. One day, his joking nature would kill him. There’s nothing good about a wasted life. You know he’s skilled; even if his attitude got taken advantage of, he could handle the situation. That said, no prediction in life is 100% for sure. One moment, you’re having the time of your life; the next, you got nothing.

Though in reality, his humour only spiked up around you because he enjoyed seeing you annoyed. There was something about you becoming so easily pissed that made it so goddamn amusing. He liked having a leverage over you, especially when you were so damn serious about every single nitpicking thing. This didn’t mean you didn’t anger him, you were so called enemies for a reason. There’s certain things you do that are so infuriating. Things you do that everybody else does yet they’re so irritating when you do them.

He was always trying to show you up, and even if you knew that training wasn’t a competition or that you shouldn’t be arguing over senseless topics, you really wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.

You couldn’t even stand in the same room together.

Signing the Sokovia Accords gave you a reason to beat the attitude out of him, and you’d gladly take it.

Although, that kid, Peter, apparently had it covered. The teenager fought against the two adults easily, to the point that you really didn’t need to interfere. Granted, that did mean you didn’t get to punch your rival in the face, but it was amusing enough to see him humiliated.

Besides, you had other things to do, something like deal with a ginormous ‘ant-man’.

After the fight and after Cap’s team became free fugitives, you’d received an anonymous call. Not one to be scared, you answered it.

“(y/n)!” The caller said with a familiar joking tone.

“Ugh,” You groan. “Sam.”

“Meet me at the cafe down the road from the tower. I’d like to catch up with you.”

“Who says I can’t arrest you?”

“I know you wouldn’t.” And with that, he hung up on you.

You thought you’d never have to deal with him again. Surely he would’ve kept his distance, surely he would’ve gone underground or something. But nooo, he just had to contact you, didn’t he?

“Sam.” You greet with an obviously annoyed tone.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite friend, (y/n)! This is your usual, right?” He gestures to the untouched plastic cup on the table. It is your favorite, how he knows that, you don’t know.

“Is this a date or something?” You ask, taking a seat.

“Who’s to say it isn’t?” His words shock you, though you don’t let it show. “Aww, come on, don’t look at me like that.”

Furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown decorate your face. You will yourself to ease, but you keep your guard up. “Spit it out, Wilson. What do you need me here for?”

“Now, why would you think I’m scheming something?” He stirs his drink with its straw absentmindedly, sending you a playful stare. He’s being oh so friendly, there has to be something he’s planning.

You scoff, and god does it infuriate him. He’d called you on impulse, he had no idea why and no idea why he even wanted to, but here you were. He had absolutely no plan. “Always pushing my buttons.” He mutters to himself. After clearing his throat, he speaks up again, “I only wanted to talk.”

You raise a brow, one that he really wants to punch off your face.

“You think I can’t do anything nice?”

“I think you’re extremely incapable of doing so.” You and your fancy vocabulary. He wanted you to whisper all your hatred towards him in words he couldn’t understand, just so he could make fun of them; or at least, he hoped. It certainly felt like he wanted it all for another reason.

“But, thanks for the drink.. I guess.” You weren’t raised just to have no manners.

“By the way you owe me-” You cut him off with a familiar glare. “Alright, alright, nothing.”

Suddenly you stand, taking your cup with you. “I have to get going.” For absolutely hating his guts, you look ashamed to leave. “Unlike you, I’m not a fugitive. I have a job to do.”

“Nice seeing you.” He says spontaneously.

“Yeah.”

For a supposed fugitive, you saw him around often. Each time he was nicer and kinder, even if he had even more of a reason to make you his enemy.

Even so, just like always, it was passive aggressive. But there was something new in it; as much as you didn’t want to admit it, the air would be filled with sexual tension.

Everytime you want to see him smirk, you want to both punch and kiss it off his face.

And, it’s only after that you stop seeing him on a regular basis that you realize that he brings out your playful attitude.

Out of all the people in the world, Sam Wilson was not who you wanted to be in a relationship with. Yet the world wanted to be cruel to you and tell you otherwise.

“How’ve the Sokovia Accords been treating you?” You had a ‘date’ at the cafe every week. Sometimes you dreaded it, other times you looked forward to it.

“Horrible,” You say, absentmindedly staring at the abandoned Stark Tower. “They don’t let us go on missions anymore. I’m glad Tony keeps me around, at least. Don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Sam chuckles, god, you hated his laugh. He seemed to laugh at times where he - no, nobody should be laughing. “You’d need to get a civilian job.”

He relishes in the way you scrunch your face in disgust, laughing heartily. You hated the fact that each time you heard his lively sounds of amusement your chest would warm up. It was as if you enjoyed it.

You scoff, turning to look at him with a glare. He doesn’t seem to hate it as much these days. “What do you even do?”

“Oh, various things.” He shoots you a playful look. “I obviously can’t tell you.”

“Are they harder than beating a teenager?” You refer to his battle at the airport versus Spider-Man.

“I told you to drop that.”

You roll your eyes, turning back to the tower. The conversation goes stale for a while. The silence between you is insufferable, especially because the people around you talk so enthusiastically.

Sam takes the last sip of his drink before looking at you. “Hey,” as he reaches to tap you on the shoulder, you turn to him again. He freezes for a second then quickly pulls back his hand. He sends you a smile, awkward and seemingly nervous, “I gotta go.”

You nod. He takes his leave, walking quicker than you’ve ever seen him go. As you stare at his retreating form, your hand subconsciously rubs the place his was going to be. Your shoulder burns at the touch, as if it was denying your hand and calling for his.

Fucking Falcon.

“Hey, would you want to join…” Sam gulps, looking at everything but you. He’s nervous, has been for the past week. He refused to tell you why. “Me, Cap’ and the crew?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Sam, this is what you call me for, at the middle of the night? What does that even mean?”

“Well, we do some vigilante stuff, make sure nobody knows it’s us. I was wondering if you wanted to join us.” Without giving it so much as a thought, you scoff. The sound disappoints him, of course you didn’t want to join him. What was he even thinking about?

“You think I would join you?”

But he saw how painful it was for you to sign the Sokovia Accords, your remorse as you fought them… you were a good person, he knew that.

“Then what are you going to do?” He groans, “The accords prohibit you from doing anything at all. The Avengers grouped together to save people. Even if they try to stop us, we have to keep going. We risk our lives for the people, not to appease the government!”

“But all of this happened because of our mistake! The Sokkovia Accords only-” You keep going on and on, to the point where you’re only spouting nonsense. Sam knows you, even if he’s been your rival the entire time you’ve known each other; as your former ally, he knows everything about your morals.

He knows you don’t mean this shit, he knows that you’re lying to yourself, and he knows that you regret signing. He can tell that much from the moments you’ve been spending together.

“(y/n), listen to me.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from ranting any longer. “You’re lying to yourself.”

“You wouldn’t know that.” You scoff, despite the longing sensation he leaves on your shoulders. You try to push him away, but he doesn’t let you. “You-”

He interrupts you with a kiss and it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. It’s rough but it certainly wakes you up.

“You’re lying to yourself.” He repeats.

You take a deep breath, regaining your composure. “You’re right.”

“Come with me, please.” Sam pleads, trailing his hand up to your face and cupping your cheeks. “I miss having you on my side.”

You give in to his touch, moving into his arms for an embrace. “Alright.”

#sam wilson x reader #mcu x reader #enemies to lovers #🤬-swearshirt #marvel cinematic universe x reader #falcon x reader #anonymousrequest

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partybees · 3 years

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pulchritudinous | midori takamine x gender neautral! reader

because this boy deserves so much appreciation 😩

to put it simply, you are quite the extravagant photographer. always making sure every project of yours turns out to be a masterpiece and giving your fans a spectacular delivery. from posters, to photo cards. from being hired to take pictures of a baby shower or wedding, you can do it all. hence, you take your job very seriously. pleasing your clients is a wonderful feeling but so is being proud of yourself.

“what will it be this time, i wonder?” you ponder to your photography assistant. the younger girl walking ahead of you, hastily going through the documents of your next project. “it’ll be an idol group that calls themselves ryuseitai. a bunch of heroes they claim to be.” she responded. you clapped your hands. a rush wave of giddiness filled you up. “that’s right! that’s right!”

as a fan of idols, (ryuseitai especially) you are delighted to the point where there are stars in your eyes. in fact, you’re charmed by midori takamine out of the bunch. his effort into being an idol catches your eyes. that goes without saying, his pure embarrassment that television catches every once in a while is endearing to you.

“i’ll be checking up on them now. bring over their presents!”

“yes, of course!” thus, your assistance jogged off. you hummed contentedly as you made your way to the dressing room. ID hanging from your neck and work outfit bringing out your most beautiful features.

“i’m here!” you sang as you knocked on the dressing room in your favorite ryuseitai song rhythm. you heard a familiar shriek in the room and that made you enter nonchalantly. perhaps it was the impulse you felt because the shriek had came from your favorite hero.

the dressing room had no one but midori. he seemed a bit frightened, sitting alone in one of the chairs and in front of the large enormous vanity.

“ah! midori takamine!...it’s just you right now?”

“uh ....y-yeah, the others said they wanted to check out the cafeteria of this agency.” he replied. “you must be y/n l/n...i heard so much about you.”

you paused. he had already been dressed up. face with light makeup, ivory clothes complimented him and his precious eyes if somebody were to ask you. oh, he looks even handsomer in person. “uhm.” you gulp. nobody knew why, but you would always like those that aren’t...so eccentric like you. some even kept on telling you that you should be with people of your own kind, whatever that meant.

“...l-l/n?!...what’s wrong..?!” midori kept backing away his upper body as you had gradually leaned in closer and closer to take in his breathtaking features. “my, oh my. you are....” you whispered before standing back up straight and smiling elatedly. “so beautiful! i can’t wake to work with you!”

“huh?...thank you very much?” midori couldn’t respond any other way. to be complimented by a well-known photographer, how exactly is he supposed to react? apart from the rising blush he has on his face, midori could only muster a small smile.

“excuse me. y/n, are you in here?” your assistant’s voice made you perk up all excitedly. “yes! come in, come in!” you opened the door only for her but for the other two staff members following behind her. midori’s eyebrows rose. they’re totally acting like they own this place or something: he thought. he hummed upon seeing five gift boxes being placed on a nearby table.

“i’m sure you already heard of this from the rumors but, my boss has a habit of giving gifts for their clients.” your assistant explained plainly. she smiled reassuringly at midori, who seemed a bit confused. “they have done research on you the most, takamine.” her words made him feel flattered. he had thought that y/n would be more interested in his boisterous leader, or the true oddball of the bunch, kanata but instead, you’re telling him he catches your eye the most? impossible.

“okayyy. out you go. thank you for the help! appreciate it lots!” you passive aggressively told your assistant and the staff members, lightly shooing them off. all things considered, it’d be so embarrassing for midori to figure out the fact you’re intrigued in him. your assistant chuckled. “alright. we’re going. this way, you two.” she led the staff members down the hallway. you close the door hastily.

“okay, why don’t you try opening your gift? i’d love to see your reaction.” you suggest. since he is the only one here, you’d like to take advantage of the situation. the more you can know about midori, after all. “you didn’t have buy us gifts.” he scratched his cheek sheepishly. his breath hitched when you slammed your hands on the table that held the presents.

“nonsense. this is my way of showing my adoration for you boys. you see, i’m a huge fan of ryuseitai just like my little cousin. he was actually the one who introduced me to your music one late night.” you shortly elucidated. proudly, in fact. midori didn’t feel like he was cut out to deal with this type of person. “re-really? i didn’t see that coming but thank-” “of course! now, open up! here, this one is yours.” you slid the fern box to him. he sighed, a little annoyed that you cut him off before he could thank you.

although, when he opened the box. his eyes lit up and his mouth opened into a large grin. “oh wow!” he picked up the plushie of what seemed to be a hybrid between a cat, dog or maybe a raccoon. whatever it was, he already has an attachment to it. he lifted it up into the air to admire the gamboge zigzag patterns and the magenta fabric. it’s cute doe eyes and rosy cheeks are adorable features to it, he didn’t think he has seen anything like this before.

“thank you so much! i’ll treasure this!”

y/n couldn’t see his smile too well. the doll was in the way. “do you like it?” they asked patiently.

“like it? no, no, no!” midori shook his head fervently. “i love it! it’s a pleasure to be working with you, y/n!” he smiled. this smile was more jovial than the others. it felt like your brain stopped working by now.

...

“...right! yes!” you checked your watch, cheeks dusted in a taffy shade. midori is too giddy to have notice as you step back to the door of the dressing room. “well, i- i hope the others love their gifts just as much as you do!” you giggle. midori looked your way with a small frown, holding his new adorable possession close to him. “what? leaving already?”

it was like an arrow of warmth shoot right through your heart when he said that. you giggle nervously once more. “yep, i have to check on the equipment and get my camera ready so excuse me. bye bye, midori!” thats when you ran out the room and shut the door close. midori smiled shyly and looked down at his plushie. perhaps meeting you like this wasn’t so bad as the rumors interpret you to be. in fact, he would like to run into you like this in the future of destiny wants. you started to look cute in his eyes right about now.

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars imagines #midori takamine #enstars

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