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another-random-paradise · 21 days

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The future awaits

bringing up the future while you're together

characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim

Format: Headcanons

warnings: None that i can think off

Riddle

-You'd probably bring it up while drinking tea together

-He'd go quiet for a moment, deep in thought

-He is so caught up in making sure everybody follows the rules and studying, that he never really had the time to think about it

-He'd be very serious about it

-He wants to marry you in the future, that's for sure

-Probably wants a kid or two

-Honestly wants a very typical future, a house, a stable job, ect.

-I'm not really sure what Job he would want/have. Maybe he'd take after his mother and become a doctor, or maybe something to do with politics. I could also see him as a judge, due to his ability to memorise rules, or in this case laws, and his tendency to punish rulebreakers accordingly

-i feel like he wouldn't have preference about wether you work or not

-ALSO, If you are the one to bring up kids and marriage, especially if you start describing it in detail (Like your dream wedding, or what your kids could look like) he'd grow very flustered, very quickly

-Poor guy still isn't used to affection, even if you two have been in a relationship for quite a while already

-all in all, he'd take the question very seriously. He wants a typical, almost stereotypical, future

Leona

-You'd probably bring it up while he uses you as a pillow cuddling

-He'd scoff

-"Why are you worrying about that now??" or something along those lines.

- He most likely brushes you off in favor of sleeping

-or at least, that's what he'd tell you

-the question might actually keep him up a bit longer, he's seriously thinking about it

-In his dreams, of course, he'd be king and you'd be his consort, as you rule over the land together, admired by all. But that will sadly remain just a dream, and he knows it

-Instead he opts for wanting a quiet live, where the two of you can just laze around all day, everyday

-He probably doesn't want to live too close to his brother and sister-in-law, either on the opposite side of the palace, or in some sort of estate a bit further away (idk how moving out as royalty works tbh)

-I don't think he would want kids, too much work

-all in all, a quiet life where the two of you won't be bothered

Azul

-Immediately flustered, no matter how long you have already been dating

-I don't think he'll ever get used to affection

-another one that gets really serious, but this one is really flustered while he talks

-He'll definetly will want to continue the mostro lounge buisness, just outside of school. Maybe one day take over his mothers buisness too, so she can retire.

-He won't even realise it, but he might just start talking about your wedding, about wether you'll get married on land or in the sea, ect..

-tease him about it, and he'll put Riddle's hair to shame

-tbh he wouldn't want much to change from now, he wants to be with you, keep running a successful business, and stay close with the twins

Kalim

-Immediately gets excited

-If you're on the magic carpet, you'd have to hold onto him so neither of you fall off-

-Immediately starts rambling about all the things he wants to do with you in the future

-He wants a VERY big wedding, like the type that continues over multiple days, he just really wants to spoil you and show the whole world how much he loves you

-He most likely wants a big family, the man has like 40 siblings, he wouldn't be used to anything else

-He's already planning hundreds of party's you two will could hold in the future!!

-He probably won't shut up for a good few hours. Good luck

-You'd have a very annoyed Jamil the next day, because after you brought it up, he would not shut up about wedding plans and stuff. Jamil had to force him to sleep.

-He'd be even clingier than normally after this

First time writing and posting headcanons, kinda nervous-

Feedback is welcomed, just be nice please!! hope you enjoyed and have a nice day :)

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fairestwriting · 3 months

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Hello there! Love your writing! How about my sweet Savanaclaw boys finding out that their crush (or S/O) sleeps cuddling a plushie of their respective animals (like a wolf for Jack). Thanks! I love Jack so much :)

me while jumping at the opportunity of writing the man: i hate leona

Leona Kingscholar

He is canonically a very smart and perceptive guy. But somewhere in my heart I just know he wouldn't fully make the connection for a while. Just trust me on that one.

Kind of pokes fun at your "cat" plushie. What's with that thing, Herbivore? Aren't you a little too old for stuffed animals? Though he steps back if it makes you genuinely upset, which isn't what he's going for, he's just being an ass as a joke again. A part of him thinks it's really endearing, even before it really clicks for him.

He kind of feels vaguely jealous of the plushie. If you bring it while you two are sleeping together he'll pull the what do you need this thing for, I'm right here kind of shtick.

Confused on why you sleep with a plushie in the first place, more confused about why this stuffed cat looks so weird... oh, wait.

He's stupidly proud when it actually clicks. Of course he won't tell you it went over his head for the longest time, but all of a sudden, he's all smug whenever he sees you with the plushie, saying you could've just called if you missed him so much.!

Ruggie Bucchi

Takes a hot second to make the connection, but a lot less than Leona. The delay is mostly because he's never expected to see a hyena plushie of all things.

Actually loves it because it reminds him of the kids back home a little. He asks where you bought it, how much it was, tells you a little story about a kid he knew who wanted one just like that.

He won't explicitly ask to hold it but you should offer it, he loves your little buddy, he's already said you should come to him if you ever need to get a tear patched up. Doesn't even have it in him to make a joke about it being childish, at most tells you he'll keep it a secret if you look embarrassed.

When he does notice though, while poking at the plushie's little ears absentmindedly, he's the one who gets flustered. Oh no, that's really cute kind of realization.

He wants to sound cool when he says that, you know, if you want to sleep with him, you can just invite him over, but he does fail pretty hard. He can't help it, though, it's just way too endearing to him.

...Besides, he's already offered to co-parent the toy. If it doesn't have a name, it's just a matter of time before Ruggie asks and "jokingly" comes up with suggestions.

Jack Howl

Only one who thinks it might have to do something with him... but he's kind of too flustered to say anything about it for a good while.

He bashfully reassures you there's nothing wrong with keeping plushies around even if you're not a kid, maybe letting it slip that he thinks the little wolf is pretty cute... then pretending he didn't say anything.

Jack overthinks it a bit. Wolf plushies aren't that uncommon, right? You probably had it before you met him. He's too shy to ask if you had it before you met him.

He'll settle on... asking about the plushie itself. It might not have anything to do with him, but he knows pretty quickly that he wants it to. If you're not dating yet, he'll use the almighty excuse of asking about it because he needs to get his little siblings a gift.

Either way, though, the next excuse he gets, whether it's Christmas or your birthday or whatever, you find yourself with a very neatly wrapped box in your hands, and Jack nearly hiding behind it. Just saw it in a shop near home and thought you might like it, he says.

Whether your previous plushie was based on the exact same type of white wolf he is doesn't matter. If it is, it's getting a twin. You bet he scoured the shops to find it, blessing his luck on wolves being animals plenty of people love. He has a small, shy smile on his face when you take it.

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kalims · 1 year

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˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "who i like? do you seriously think I'm gonna tell you that? anyways its—"

大好き

premise. someone asks who you like.. and you respond with their name—said person right beside you!

characters. all dorms and their prominent students

includes. gn reader

note. after a long wait! and the almost month this has been on my 'to be added' category it's hereeee.. fun fact.. I actually finished another work because I liked the idea of it more even though this was my prioritized.

was 20 mins late because I was fixing my posts aksbja

heartslabyul

looks at you like you're insane. I'm confident everyone can envision riddle's face like that. it's in between the verge of being flustered and being appalled by your lack of filter. heat practically steams out of riddle's ears as his movements stutters, clearly struggling to comprehend what you said. maybe you should get ready for an earful but you're pleasantly suprised when riddle sets aside his.. passionate emotions to shyly ask a confirmation. (with admitted aggression as if he's in denial)

trey's eyebrows shoot up but the action looks way more casual than it should be. I mean, surprisingly he's pretty calm on taking it into account but he ends up just being a smiling fool beside you as you continue your conversation with your friend. he's like... ‎◜◡◝ beside you as your friend looks between the two of you in a hurry before breaking into a laugh. should be be worried that you're this bold..? well, it did work in his favor so he can't say a thing.

happy go luck cater looks even more happy than you've ever seen him in your life. hanging lowly by his sides, his hands twitch and he itches to pull out his phone to basically renounce to the world that his feelings are very much reciprocated and probably lowkey shitting on the people with one sided loves because, ha! he wins!! you bet he's gonna settle for screaming in his private account and then proceeding to scream in his pillow.

before he could foster up a grin and break out of the 'calm and responsible' honor student, deuce had to keep his lower lips under his teeth lest he looks like a weirdo smiling uncontrollably tinged in flush. the whole time he was just staring at you goofily.. like he's on cloud nine, which I concur. because he is. the one who gets gaslighted (not by you) into thinking that you both now are in a relationship like.. deuce be for real you didn't even ask me on a fate. (actually both of you might think you're in a relationship because of the way you're acting like yall are)

contrary to beliefs I think ace would be on the more casual side. you know? throwing an arm around your shoulder and shattering whatever personal space criteria there was. clearly there's no need when you 'like' him so much. he's using your words as an excuse to do whatever he wants, like leaning strangely close, letting a hand linger longer than it should. whatever restraint he had before is gone now because now he's moving onto a new level of personal. you'd either hate or secretly like the change. hate because ace wtf we're in class and like because,, who wouldn't want your crush to be overly affectionate with you?

savanaclaw

you'd think leona wasn't listening at all just from the indifferent look on his face but you know better just from the way his eyes perk up, tail sticking up in dormant but still a signal of alert and attention. for once he doesn't quip a tease, or a smart-ass remark that would want you to shovel your way to the ground on embarrassment. he just.. sits there, staring seemingly into the void of thin air itself. maybe it's because he's feeling particularly sentimental or sensitive today that his heart feels like it's encased in warmth. it feels good.

a laugh too shaky for his preferences, ruggie hopes he didn't look too nervous for his sake. I mean, this is literally his suprise of the century and when I tell you that it's a big shock to him, it's an understatement. come on, if he did think you had feelings for him ruggie imagined the confession going normally. either buttering him up or going straight to the point—the latter, which he prefers but when he said to be direct he certainly didn't expect this! the hyena runs away with jitters and a skip to his steps but he comes back a few minutes later looking more relaxed than you've ever seen him.

once again. contrary to expectations which the savanclaw boys had practically shattered those, many would think jack would go all shy. from the previous savanaclaw boys you'd think I'd go against expectations again but you're.. wrong hehe. i don't know how to explain other than he wills himself to show a reaction other than fluster, maybe it's just in his pride to now show you an ounce of weakness but literally how could be when you're the weakness? he doesn't know if you making him soft is good or not.

octavinelle

if it was real and possible to actually happen without a third party force, azul's glasses would've definitely shattered the moment you said the direct confession. he's torn between wanting to excuse himself to scream like a school girl or intent to not let the fluster show. well, either way he does both. keeping his emotions hardly in check, sometimes slipping up multiple times but when the time comes where you both part ways you know he's silently smiling to himself when he turns round a corner. the twins are suspicious and curious as to why azul had been in a good mood nowadays..

either jade maintains his cool, natural closed eyed smile or he crinkles his eyes when he breaks into a large sharp toothed grin. of course both has the lingering ominous feeling around it because it's jade.. and even you have to agree that him openly cracking a grin isn't exactly a good sign of peace, rather so a harbinger of trouble. if you were bold enough to say that in his presence I wonder how that previous confidence will fare when he's practically picking at your earlier words to gouge a reaction. no jade, I only said like. not love (yet).

no one other than floyd would be more than ecstatic. he didn't hear it at first, blinking then tilting his head to the side when he pauses to register it. so when he finally processes it you bet he's giggling in his head but in real time? he's practically sweeping you off your feet to hug you in the air. figures with the strange merman strength.. you find out that floyd is quite clingy when he's immensely happy, he even refused to let you go through classes and when you insisted he just sat down next to your seat and promptly kicked out whoever sat there before! floyd atleast hide! I mean the professor would surely notice the eel that's not in supposed to be in their class.

scarabia

if there was an option where he could purchase everything in the world then giving it to you without expecting anything back kalim would surely choose it. you got him so happy to the fact that he's willing to do practically anything that you ask. he doesn't mean to be over the top but.. he just wants to make you happy, which is more than you deserve. no matter how many times you tell him that you don't need any gifts but rather him only, it seemed like it only did worse since he practically fell a hundred times harder which brings us to the conclusion that he wants to give you the world a whole lot more now..

a complete opposite of kalim. jamil merely blinks and casts you a side eye. for the record, he is a little impressed you're that bold because if it was him he would've just brushed this person away or claimed that he liked no one but here you are. completely obliterating the concept of secrets. perhaps that's why he likes you in the first place, your personality is certainly a force to reckon with.. but sometimes you just have to tone down the chaos.. *please* 😐

pomefiore

vil is no stranger to bold proclamations but he can't deny he's a little startled. well, he didn't pick you out to be that type of person. either way usually he'd plaster a quick smile, the words not hitting anything other than the skin of his heart. strangely enough he can't keep the smile wider than he'd like off his face, he's immensely pleased by your words and pomefiore has never been so happy by the obvious good mood their dorm leader had. cause he left them alone for the whole day to practice stick to your side.

his eyes immediately crinkle in joy, rook has to look away and cover the lower part of his face to shy away the flush in his cheeks that would give away his thoughts. rook wouldn't mind if you knew how he felt, but this time he feels as though he's doing this to contain the excitement off his face. you can practically hear the tremble in his voice as he giggles out. "oh tricheur ! mon coeur bat pour toi dans ma poitrine!" it looks like rook completely forgot to existence of the person right next to you. if he got madol from the amount of times he practically sang of his love for you rook would be rich.

just like any other time where you say something off handed epel quickly goes out of character and nearly screams. asking, shaking your shoulders, out of breath by the amount of times he aggressively shook you for the answer of "really?!" his voice becomes that of a boy you aren't used to, but if he's really that willing to show you the person he truly is it makes you like him more. if you do agree, admittedly with your surroundings growing distorted he yells out a happy "YESSS." then coughs and resumes to his soft persona like he wasn't the complete opposite a minute ago. (the person that asked was shook)

ignihyde

it's hard to say if idia is actually gonna be next to you since,, he's idia and do you really think he'd entertain the thought of being in a conversation with someone who he doesn't know? so let's just pretend his tablet is floating next to you, it's better than nothing you guess. you spared a glance to the electronic when you literally confessed your type, idia himself fitting the category perfectly. you swore you heard a squeak but ehh.. maybe it was a rat or something.

meanwhile. ortho comes inside idia's room expecting his elder brother to just be sitting on his bed, gaming chair or something but no. idia shroud is on the floor, with his headphones hazzardly over the floor like it fell over when he did. his hair is sprawled around the floor, heating into a concerning passionate pink as he rolls around and... squeals..? just from the headphones ortho can vaguely hear a "my type..? oh you know idia? I'd kill to have a boyfriend like him." playing on repeat.

diasomnia

he would be like: ˘ ˘ and then: ‎◜◡◝ after he hears you. if there a sound for a big, happy dragon malleus would be excluding them. when I tell you he wishes nothing but to just whisk you away on spot he's not kidding, unlike everyone else who unintentionally forgot the person who asked. this man forgets them intentionally because he can't keep his eyes off you like.. 'hey other human. me and my child of man are having a moment here. will you please leave now. did you not get the sign'

giggles but with his deep voice it sounds kinda weird, but nice to the ears nonetheless. lilia labels you as his main target now, perhaps scaring you shitless at the random times is his love languange because he does it a lot. don't worry though, he always says a half hearted apology with a smile and showers you with affection right after. how could you be mad with how he treats you? even though he cares for you after you can't help but pray that the glint you saw in the ceiling was just some shiny thing.. maybe malleus got it from him because he doesn't care for the other person too.

sebek scolds you period. not only have you mentioned his name (which he's embarrassingly torn between being disgusted and fluster) but you've also mentioned that he's your type?? but I honestly think he approves your taste. "OF COURSE I am the ideal man! I applaud you for once human. not everyone can see the value of loyalty and devotion to waka-sama!" he says but with the increasing pink in his face you know better than to think that it's for the sole reason of malleus.

with the increasing time you've both spent together, silver has practically devoted himself to following you around whenever he's awake. (sebek says something about him always needing to be by malleus' side but quickly shuts up after silver comments that sebek is more than capable to look after him) the surroundings are growing hazy when you say it but he hears it nonetheless. he's happy to say that he dreamt a pleasing dream he's ever gotten in a long time. and since you were in it, it's safe to say that he's positively infatuated now.

clarifications

translation for rook is,, "oh trickster! my heart beats for you in my chest!"

I connected ignihyde parts since I REFUSE to leave out ortho!!

I really liked how those ^ parts came out. my favorite actor cause I think it's cute for idia to be freaking out like that lolol. especially with the idea of recording of your voices to listen to cause he's that down bad

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tarosunshine · 1 month

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라이즈 𐙚 CUTE ﹗

genre fluff headcanon 𖹭 warning none ﹗ pairing boyfriend OT7 x fem reader | bookshelf .

— how much cuteness aggression you cause them.

𐙚 shotaro

90% well shotaro find everything cute, and when it comes to you, it's even cutter to him. he likes to call you cute, more than when you do. he loooves to look at your pink cheeks when he compliments you. he will wrap his arms over your waist and flattered you to see your face. and one of the things that he likes the most is cuddle and squeez you until you tell him to stop. aaaa, he is just a man in love.

𐙚 eunseok

99% this guy might look a little too serious and everything, but he's not. absolutely not. the cuteness aggression is wild, like he would be like a silly teenage boy acting so in love and making a big deal every time you smile to him. when he is focused on something and super serious, he just needs to look at your smile, and that's it. he will squeeze your cheeks super aggressively and full your face with kisses, looking at you with his big eyes. never let you go once he cuddles you.

𐙚 sungchan

95% the first thing he noticed when he met you was the clear size difference, and just that, make he find you cute. and once you two were finally a couple, he will find every small thing you do CUTE. you just melt his heart. you can't blame him! actually blame you for being too pretty on his eyes. he likes to push you into his arms or put you on top of him while lying so he can caress your hair and giggle at each word that comes out of your mouth. sometimes, he can't control his strength while you are in his arms, so good luck, girl.

𐙚 wonbin

65% the cuteness attacks aren't so common with him, but once it starts, don't call him cute for being clingy. i mean, he was calling YOU cute. why would you say that to him right now? you just had to let him praise you. he likes to act cool, so he has to cut off when you make him flushed. but before that, he was talking soft and sweet to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pecking your nose, rubbing against your face and all.

𐙚 seunghan

100% we all see how he is when he finds someone cute. how he acts with sohee and his cuteness is nothing compared to how he will act with you. he will talk softly, and every two seconds, the “cute” will scape his mouth as he giggles and laughs at your face, cupping your cheeks and plating kisses over and over again. he loves how your ears turn red and how you can't make full sentences because of the embarrassment. but c'mon is seunghan.

𐙚 sohee

80% the cuteness attack is common with him. finally, he found someone to call cute. he just loves so much to look at your flustered face and squeez you while he stares at you with a silly smile. but you can't resist calling him cute either, i mean, it is sohee we are talking about. he is used to being called like that, and he secretly likes it when you call him that way but won't tell you. the boy just wants to play cool around you, so let him.

𐙚 anton

75% i mean.. the guy thinks every type of aegyo it's just so cringe and make his eyes hurt, but he is so in love with you that you don't need to make any effort, he just found your existence cute. from your height to the cute face you make while you are sleeping (his words). you have him kicking his feet with a stupid smile on the face. even when you call him by his name or when he makes you laugh, it's like he has won in life. all he wants is to hug you tightly and not let you go.

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mxmmymilkers · 17 days

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you were flirty by nature, that's just the way you were born. you never really considered yourself as introverted, always taking any opportunity to attract the attention of those around you. that often involved flirting with your acquaintances, using your charm to win over people almost immediately.

the new people you met sometimes found your humor weird and borderline worrisome, but as time went on, almost everyone got used to you and your peculiar way of joking around.

flirting was the best way you knew to ease the awkwardness of meeting new people. your out of pocket commentary never failed to ease the tension and your conversations with friends often ended up in laughing fits.

throughout your three long years at UA, you'd faced a lot of hardships, like every other student who'd made it this far into the hero program. despite that, you'd managed to keep your flirty personality, entertaining the rest of class 3-A with your remarks on the daily.

izuku midoriya had no doubt gotten used to your incessant flirting over the years, though it never failed to fluster him when it was in his direction.

during your first year at UA, by some dumb luck, you'd gotten incredibly close with the aspiring hero. you found yourself on call with him at night more times than you'd liked to admit, talking about anything and everything.

your bond became even stronger once your whole class moved into the dorms. you'd spent almost every night with izuku, either in each other's rooms or on the rooftop of the building, sharing a cigarette or two on rare occasions.

it didn't take long for izuku to see beyond your flirty remarks and crude jokes. he was one of the only people to not judge you at face value and actually try to get to know you.

maybe that's why you fell in love with him so deeply.

he was used to you randomly turning towards him in the middle of class with that vibrant smile of yours, spewing something along the lines of 'hey handsome, how you doin' today?' or 'you mind if i look at your notes, pretty?'.

izuku didn't let your comments phase him too much, or at least he tried not to let them. he couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat whenever you'd use that compelling voice of yours to call him whatever pet name you had in mind for that day.

he often scolded himself for allowing you to worm your way into his thoughts. although he considered you his best friend, he knew fully well that best friends didn't think about each other as often as he thought about you. you basically lived in his head rent free and your constant flirting with the poor boy didn't help.

he knew you were that way with everyone. he wasn't judging at all, he knew your humor was just wired that way. he knew you probably saw him as another friend to joke around with. he knew you didn't feel the same way as he did. yet he couldn't stop himself from indulging in your jokes a bit too much.

despite having grown a lot during the last years, both in size and in mindset, he just couldn't shake the grip you had on him. izuku couldn't for the life of him figure out why he was so enthralled by you.

maybe it was the way your eyes fucking sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the windows, or the way you smiled oh so adorably at him. maybe it was the image of your in your oversized shirt and shorts in the dorm kitchen, trying and failing miserably at making scrambled eggs. or maybe it was the way you listened to him, the way you understood him. the way you encouraged him to be the best version of himself. the way you were always there.

he knew he was fucked the moment he caught himself wishing you were there, sleeping by his side after a particularly hard day of training. he knew he was fucked once he realized you were the first person he wanted to share everything with, the good and the bad. he knew he was fucked when the sight of you sharing flirty remarks with sero made his stomach churn in disgust. he knew he was fucked when after months of denying it, he finally came to terms with being in love with his best friend.

he knew he was fucked, yet what could he do about it? he definitely couldn't keep pretending he didn't feel so strongly for you, but he also couldn't just confess. the thought of being rejected by you made him want to vomit.

he felt pathetic. how could one of the most powerful future heroes be so tightly wrapped around the finger of his best friend? as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was at your beck and call. he'd do anything, anything for you. and he felt pathetic for it. pathetic for not being able to face his feelings. pathetic for feeling them in the first place, and pathetic for not having the courage to share them with you.

izuku was overthinking every possible aspect of your relationship, and maybe that's why he failed to notice the drastic change in your behaviour. you'd stopped joking around with everyone like you used to. you'd stopped with the flirty comments and out of pocket remarks with everyone, everyone except for him.

your sudden change in behaviour didn't come as a suprise to any of your friends, considering everyone but izuku himself knew how you felt about him. it wasn't like you kept it a secret, you were pretty obvious with your advances. ranging from the constant flirting to the intimate moments you shared late at night with him, you tried every possible way of showing him how you felt about him without saying it.

talking about your feelings was never your strong suit, so it took you a while to realise that your usual tactics wouldn't work on izuku. unfortunately for you, you came to the conclusion that you had to be direct with your feelings, which made you practically shiver in fear.

you spent months building up the nerve to quit the foolish act and straight up confess to him, which was unusual for you, considering you were one of the most direct people to exist. nothing made you shy or hesitant, nothing except for him.

you didn't hear about izuku getting hurt until late in the evening. he was one of the lucky few that managed to become a sidekick to a hero while still in training. of course, you always had faith in your best friend. you knew that if anyone could progress so quickly, it would be him. that didn't stop you from worrying though.

when you heard about his new placement, you were incredibly enthusiastic for him. you pestered him about his new job as a sidekick non stop, sometimes even annoying yourself with the amount of excitement you felt for the boy.

but of course, you also knew how dangerous it was. your faith in your boy didn't stop you for worrying. for a little while, you had disregarded the idea of izuku ever getting hurt, considering how strong he was. that was incredibly foolish of you.

you first heard the news from aizawa. izuku had gotten into a minor accident involving a villain with a firework quirk (how fucking ridiculous), resulting in the boy's arm being shattered.

of course, broken bones were nothing new to izuku, but that didn't stop you from going absolutely nuts over his injury. after finding out he was currently getting patched up by recovery girl, you didn't waste any time before dashing out of the building and towards the infirmary, needing to see the boy immediately.

the door of the office flew open. you had forgotten to knock in your panic, but that didn't matter in the slightest to you right now. as soon as your eyes landed on the boy, up and on his feet, you allowed yourself to exhale in relief.

your relief was soon replaced by rage. in a few strides, you were in front of him, your palms slamming into his chest in frustration. 'you fucking idiot!' you whisper-shouted, not wanting to disturb anyone at this ungodly hour, yet still trying to express your anger.

izuku's eyes widened upon your entrance, his ecstacy soon replaced by surprise. he had been mostly healed by recovery girl, so the slam his chiseled chest took didn't really phase him. what grabbed his attention were your teary eyes and the way your eyebrows were furrowed in anger.

'y/n, wh-' he was cut off by your hand on his mouth, preventing him from saying anything further.

'no. you're going to shut up and listen.' you waited for him to reluctantly nod in agreement before letting your hand drop from his face. 'listen up, you moron. you ever scare me like that again and i'll kill you. i'm not kidding.'

'it's just a broken ar-'

'shush! i'm talking.'

you paused to compose yourself before continuing.

'do you know how badly you scared me? aizawa with that damn look on his face made me think you died or something.'

you exhaled shakily, trying to steady your racing heart.

'i know you want to be number one and i know you're bound to get hurt in the field, whether i like it or not, but you can't do that to me! you can't just go and get yourself hurt while i'm sitting on the couch unable to do anything to protect you!'

you were aware of how irrational you were being, but you just couldn't fathom the thought of losing him.

'y/n, i-'

'i can't bear it, okay? i can't bear the thought of you not being there anymore. i don't want to think about living a life without you in it. especially not when i haven't even gotten the chance to show you how madly in love with you i am, idiot.'

you sighed in defeat, letting the words slip in your tired state. it was far too late once you realised your mistake.

at your words, izuku's eyes widened even more, his jaw hanging slack in surprise.

'shit, i didn't mean to say that.'

you groaned in annoyance at yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to ignore the look on the speechless boy's face.

'okay, look, i know you must think i'm a whore or an attention seeker or something, especially since i haven't given you any reason to think otherwise-'

'i don't think you're a-'

'i know i haven't done the best job of expressing how i feel towards you, mostly because i'm a coward-'

'y/n-'

'and i know it might be too late to say it, especially since we graduate soon, but-'

his lips slammed into yours, his good arm latching itself onto your waist. you barely surpressed the squeak of surprise at the sensation of his lips on yours. before you could even register what was happening, you hands were on his shoulders, your lips pressing further into his.

you inhaled his scent, the tension in your shoulders easing by the second. he slowly pulled away from you, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

'i love you too. and i'm sorry for worrying you, i didn't know you'd be this affected by me getting injured.' he teased slightly, the corners of his lips quirking upwards into a soft smile.

internally, he was screaming. he tried his best to keep his composure, though if you looked at him closely enough, you'd notice the way his hands trembled and how shaky his breathing was.

'oh.' you breathed out, clearing your throat as your cheeks flared a bright red. 'thank you?'

izuku grinned at your awkwardness. he rarely got to see you so flustered, as in most situations he was the one completely smitten with you.

'you're welcome?' he returned the energy with a small smile, his hand squeezing your waist in reassurance. 'you could've saved me a lot of overthinking by telling me earlier, you know.'

you regained you composure, matching his smile with one of your own. 'let me make it up to you.' you muttered before pulling him closer, connecting your lips to his for the second time that night.

you'd never lose your flirty personality, but you'd be damned before you used your charm on anyone but izuku midoriya.

#izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #confession #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #x you

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞

Ft. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Bad Summary: You catch them playing with themselves to you.

Cw: SMUT, All consensual , Established relationships, Sanji does Panty Stealing, Zoro is looking at Seuxal Pictures, Luffy is Watching You

Luffy

Luffy was never the type to have shame. Any shame he did have was long diminished after he started dating you.

“Put…ah! Your fucking fingers inside yourself.”

Like now.

Like clockwork Luffy is behind the creaked bathroom door squinting his eyes to focus on the slutty sight before him.

“Lu…”

Two fingers making messy circles on your soft worn clit in the bath tub. It’s been about 1 week of no sex time with your boyfriend so the little time you do have to relax. You use it thinking about him.

It’s been 4 days of this routine so far and by the second day you found out your boyfriend was a true pervert you decided to give him a show.

It wasn’t hard to find out, right after getting out the tub you noticed the door opened and his hat left on the floor.

He was always horrible at stealth. Plus his moans didn’t seem to be so quiet either.

Tonight, you grew tired. It was fun at first to have him watch you moan his name, aching and wishing your fingers was his tongue instead but now you crave the real thing.

Opening your eyes, you and Luffy’s lowered lids meet, and in an instant you see his head vanish, you knew he was panicked so you giggle.

“You can’t watch me forever, Lu…come here.”

Peaking his head back in, cheeks flustered and bangs almost covering his eyes he eases his way in, your eyes widen to see him COMPLETELY naked trying to cover his dick but the closeer got to you the more his hands moved back down.

“How’d you know I was watching you.”

“Because I know how you sound when you’re moaning—“

“I DO NOT MOAN, YOU DO WAY MORE THAN ME!” He pouts crossing his arm, his dick springing up still hard and blushing which makes you burst out laughing

“HAHAHA! Fine, just come in here I’m tired of using my fingers.”

“I bet you are. You’re bad at it anyways—“

“Excuse you!”

Luffy giggles jumping into the bath with you, your arms immediately are thrown around his neck for multiple kisses as he hovers over you in the warm water since you missed him so much before getting to the part you both been waiting for and needless to say you proved him right.

You do in fact moan more than he does.

Sanji

Such a pervert

such a damn pervert.

He has been stealing your panties from the day you allowed him to be your boyfriend.

You never knew for what exactly, a trophy? A good luck charm? You didn’t care to ask, he was a pervert and you knew it before you got with him so it didn’t matter.

But this evening you finally figured it out

Sanji thought you were too busy hanging out with the girls that he didn’t want to steal you away. Which was no bother for him seeing as he had the perfect material to help him out when he is in need.

“Shit…” His breathing was shaky and slightly muffed from how he was pretty much smothering himself in your scent. Your pretty used thong right under his nose, he just couldn’t stop himself from moaning into the fabric.

Sanji knew it was wrong, even filthy but it all was too good, he imagined you in them, fingering yourself and crying out his name, maybe you’ve actually done it in those panties specifically. You have told him you do it from time to time when he’s busy and that thought alone causes him to pump his cock faster.

Even to do it on your side of the bed drove him insane he just didn’t want to stop but he had to quickly or else—

“Havin’ fun?”

You couldn’t hear the concealed scream from your boyfriend. Trying to hide your panties rather than his dick standing tall and proud in front of you.

“I-I um! I—“

“Stop stuttering you look a mess.” You close the door and lock it behind you to crawl on top of him, “You had to be naked to do all this?”

“I…my love I was…I just…I miss—MPH!”

You knew whatever bullshit excuse was ganna annoy you so you decided to shut him up with a kiss, not too long after you hand wonders to his cock giving it gentle strokes causing Sanji to whimper in your mouth and buck his hips.

He’s so pathetic and it turns you on so much.

“I knew wearing this skirt would have stirred something in you.”

“H-how’d you know…I-I-I mean you do look ravishing —“

“Yeah. I know I do…which is why I felt you eye fucking me since breakfast.”

Sanji couldnt have been more embarrassed, but you didnt seem to mind. It was a form of flattery to you.

“Well.” You throw off your top and toss your bra, the pervert’s eyes widen in shock to see your perked nipples at eye level “Lemme help you finish. I’m pretty sure my panties arent as good as the real thing yeah?”

Your love cook couldn’t have been more blessed to have a girlfriend just as pervy as him seeing as you began to stroke his shaft grinning beside his ear.

“Lemme hear some more moans of my name, Ji…please.”

“I—Ah!”

“Oooohhh Y/N! shit!”

“Good…hmmmm boy baby…”

He sounded even prettier with your slit rubbing against his shaft.

Zoro

He’s so full of shit lmao.

He teases you about playing with yourself to the thought of him but his ass uses pictures of YOU to get off.

You once gifted Zoro a few …provocative pics of you completely naked and at first he was a stuttering mess,

“I CAN’T HAVE THESE WHAT IF USOPP OR THAT EROCOOK GETS AHOLD OF EM?!”

“Then hide em.”

“YOU—!?”

He kept them, but swore to you he will burn them.

Well. It’s been 2 months and he haven’t lit up nothing yet.

“Fuck—“

You of course none the wiser didn’t know, he would use the spare time he had after a workout to use sometimes to …

blow off more steam..

His groans were nothing less than low, you were coming to see him because you missed him but the noises he was releasing from your room made you almost break your neck trynna see

“Fuck..FUCK!”

You gasp, of course that’s where go disappears to after training. Bastard didn’t even shower, laying all sweaty on your bed.

his wet tank top over his head

panting

face blushed looking at the lewd photos of your pussy

moaning your name

“Fuck it.”

You walk in and he looked at you like a deer in headlights, all you could do was smirk

“GET OUT!”

“IT’S MY ROOM YOU PIECE OF SHIT—“

“….”

“…”

“….don’t…”

You lock the door behind you, not wasting no time to crawl on his strong bare legs to straddle him, “Don’t what? Don’t say anything? Don’t say anything about you being so obsessed with me you didn’t even—“

He tried shutting you up with a kiss, and you ALMOST FOLDED but no. You had him in such a rare form you had to pull back.

“Uh huh. I wanna savor how shitty you are.”

“ME?! WHY—“

“BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU WAS GANNA BURN THESE AND LOOK AT YOU!”

You tease your finger tips up from his balls to his tip, playing with the stickiness of his precum that always riled Zoro up. He was so cute squirming below you.

“Well. Are you ganna suck it or not.”

“PFFFTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!…You think you ganna get it that easy?! Not from the shit you pulled, making fun of me for playing with myself but here you are doing the same.”

You push yourself off of him to take off your panties and face him with your legs spread teasing your clit as his eyes grow 2 times wider, cock already twitching.

“You’ll have to give me a show first.”

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pinkanonwrites · 1 year

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It’s You I Like

Vash/Reader, songfic, 1500+ words I don’t normally write Isekai stuff for Vash but this was too good an opportunity to pass up, and I ended up liking it a lot so maybe I’ll do more little drabbles with this specific isekai!reader

"Well, at least we managed to stock up on everything before we left."

“...”

“You said the next town was, what? About forty iles? Doubt we’ll make that tonight, but it’s not too bad considering.”

“...”

“So I can set up the sleeping bags if you want to get a fire going, how ‘bout that Vash? …Vash?”

“...Hm? Oh. Oh! Y-Yeah, no problem… Here, here’s this.” Even though Vash responded to you, his gaze hadn’t yet left the direction the two of you had just come from as his bag thumped into the sand next to you. Or rather, not so much came from as fled from. You were just about to make yourselves comfortable at the local inn for the evening when someone managed to recognize your red-coated traveling companion, and it wasn’t long before the entire town was hot on your tail. Miraculously, somehow, the two of you managed to escape the hailstorm of bullets completely unscathed and with all your meager travel gear intact, but now you found yourself far past the outskirts of the town and left to your own devices in the barren wasteland.

Not like you had any room to complain though. Considering your sudden and unorthodox appearance in one of your favorite series, you'd much rather cling to the familiar presence of Vash the Stampede than risk your luck bumming around any other town on this desolate rock. How fortunate were you to not only find the spiky protagonist, but also to have him listen to and believe your wildly unbelievable tale of woe. Mentioning the SEEDS ships helped, you supposed. Now wherever Vash went you had no choice but to follow.

Again, though. Definitely not a complaint.

Vash was still quiet as the two of you cobbled together your camping site at the base of a large outcropping rock. There was a small smile on his face, framed by the fire's amber glow. But even without having read the manga and watched the anime you could tell it wasn't a real one. It didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You were probably looking forward to an actual bed tonight, huh?" He joked, gaze never leaving the small fire. "Welcome to the life of an outlaw! I assure you, it's always this glamorous."

"It's no big deal! Camping's not bad either, at least when you have the sleeping bags."

He didn't look convinced by your words, but he nodded anyway, an uncomfortable silence falling between the two of you. You kicked your boots off and pulled your knees to your chest on top of your sleeping bag, watching the fire crackle.

"...Is it hard?"

"Hm?" When you glanced over to Vash he was finally looking your way, elbow propped up on his knee and his cheek resting in his palm. Despite the casual pose there was a melancholy behind his eyes, a deep remorse. "Is what?"

"Running around like this. I doubt you're used to it."

"It's… Well I won't lie to you, it isn't easy." Vash barked out a laugh at your brutally honest response. You pushed forward, unabated. "But honestly? I'm probably safer with you than I am anywhere else on this planet. I don't know any people, any places… The only thing I really know is you." A prickling heat began to crawl up the back of your neck at your openness, and you rested the side of your head down on your knees as if it would deter the sudden fluster. "I'm really lucky you found me."

That seemed to catch Vash off-guard, as he began to awkwardly fiddle with his cybernetic hand as his gaze flitted around. "That's, uh, I mean… you've got a pretty skewed idea of luck, I think. Heh…"

There was an awkwardness that fell in the next extended silence too, but it wasn't quite the same. It was a little softer around the edges, more vulnerable. Off to your side you could hear the soft clinking of Vash disassembling and cleaning his gun, bits and pieces placed carefully across his sleeping bag to make sure nothing was lost in the shuffle. As you stretched your legs out in front of you in a v-shape, you hummed softly to yourself as you watched the embers stir and crumble into the sand.

"What song is that?" You glanced at Vash, biting back a chuckle at his furrowed expression, tongue peeking from his teeth as he stared down the empty chambers of his revolver with a cleaning pick and a look of intense focus.

"It's a children's song from home. It's from an old TV show, I think." You hummed the first line a little louder, just enough so Vash could hear the melody over the fire's crackle. You doubted he even knew what a "TV show" was, but he didn't seem too fazed by it.

"Do you like to sing?"

"I like it. I'm average, I think, but I always have fun when I'm singing." Out of the corner of your eye you could see Vash looking at you again. "Oh, absolutely not. Not gonna happen."

"Hey, I didn't even say anything!"

"You didn't have to! I could tell by your face! I'm not gonna sing, it's embarrassing."

"No it's not! Besides, you said you like it. And it's a song from Earth, too! I wanna hear it." He probably didn't even realize it, but he was flashing you those big, sad puppy-dog eyes that he didn't yet know you couldn't resist. You let out a small, irritated whine, hand finding the back of your neck and resting on the flushed skin there as you drew your gaze back to the crackling fire.

"...Fine. Just this once. And don't… Don't say anything weird."

"You got it!" You could see him salute out of the corner of your eye, and couldn't help the quiet snort of laughter that came from you in response. Dork. The quiet click-clack of him beginning to reassemble his firearm returned, so now was as good a time as ever, you supposed.

"It's you, I like."

There was a sharp tink! of Vash fumbling part of the barrel and it clattering down into the remaining pile of gun parts, but you were far too self-conscious to glance over and gauge his expression.

"It's not the things you wear. It's not the way you do your hair, but it's you I like."

You could feel him staring, but you kept your eyes locked on the low, rolling flames.

"The way you are right now, the way down deep inside you. Not the things that hide you…"

Stretching your foot out just a bit, you tapped next to the pile of gun parts sorted neatly on his sleeping bag.

"...Not your toys, they're just beside you."

He chuckled, so quietly that he probably didn't expect you to hear it. But you did, and it made your face positively burn.

"But it's you, I like. Every part of you. Your skin, your eyes, your feelings, whether old or new."

You couldn't ignore Vash's continuous shifting around any longer, flicking your gaze over to him. He'd turned himself completely to face you, cross-legged, chin perched in his palm, a look in his eyes so soft it made your heart feel like it was thundering right up against your ribcage. Your voice wavered for just a note, but you pushed forward.

"I hope that you remember, even when you're feeling blue."

Blue, so blue, his deep cyan eyes finding yours and not flitting away, watching you so gently, yet so intently. Despite your embarrassment, you couldn't find it in yourself to look away either.

"That it's you, I like. You yourself, it's you…"

He seemed to lean in at your every word, like a sailor to a siren. You hardly found your singing to be enough to hypnotize like mermaids in old fairy tales, and yet here he was.

"It's you, I like."

With your song ended, the silence that stretched between you was only interspersed by the soft crackle of the fire. A sharp humiliation suddenly rushed through you, face burning hot at your own vulnerability. Seeming to blink his way out of a trance, Vash began to speak.

"That was-"

"GOODNIGHT VASH!" You yelped, quickly rolling over and burying yourself in your sleeping bag facing away from him, the edge of the fabric pulled all the way up to your nose. He didn't push, letting you curl up and wallow in your own embarrassment, the clicking of his continued gun reassembly peppering the background silence.

And then he began to hum. Quietly, carefully, he felt out the unfamiliar melody.

"It's you, I like."

You could hear the smile in his voice.

"It's not the things you wear."

Warmth blossomed in the pit of your chest, curling up around your heart and settling fluffy and light. He was a good singer as well, his lack of familiarity with the song the only thing slowing him down. But he continued, metal bits and parts snapping together under careful hands as he sang your song.

"It's not the way you do your hair…"

Eyelids dipping heavily, you let them slide shut, Vash's voice filling the empty wasteland and pooling low and sweet in your tired mind.

As sleep began to fog at the corners of your mind, you were completely oblivious to Vash's fond gaze upon your bundled-up form as you began to drift into unconsciousness.

"...but it's you, I like."

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun imagines #trigun x reader #my writing

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chemical-underreaction · 7 months

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dirk <3< reader dirk <3< reader dirk <3< reader PLEASE

sure thing!! <3 sorry if this wasn't exactly what you wanted, but i had a lot of fun writing this!!

DIRK STRIDER X READER (PITCH) HEADCANONS (*´∇`)┌θ☆(ﾉ>_<)ﾉ

alright, let's be clear. dirk strider does *not* hate many things. he dislikes things, of course. he dislikes a lot of things.

but hate? hating things is too emotionally vulnerable for his tastes.

oh, but you?

he can make some exceptions for you.

you are a special, particular kind of pain in his ass.

there's two very different reasons why (i think) dirk would hate someone.

either they, as a person are in entirely direct conflict with him and get on his nerves in a major way - or, they're way too similar to him, and dirk does not like getting a mirror to his own behavior.

so more than likely, you'd fit into one of those two categories. i don't know you, though.

but regardless of what it is, you probably wouldn't have known for a while.

he didn't treat you.. differently? per say?

he was cold and cryptic and strange to everyone.

but with you, it seemed different. everyone told you it was just in your head. that dirk didn't have a problem with you, he was just like that.

but it was not.

dirk took so much pleasure in confusing you, getting one over on you. playing his little mind games.

granted, he is just kind of like that, but it's different. it was a lot more targeted, pointed - it wasn't purely in jest.

but, more importantly, it wasn't onesided.

you were not just a passive actor in this, oh no.

whatever you did, it was equally targeted to get on his nerves as much as possible.

there came a point where both of you, just for the sake of your fucked up little game, knew more about each other than even your mutual best friends did.

you'd torment each other with things, but you'd never bring anyone else into it or tell anyone things only the two of you knew. there was something of a code of honor. a trust fall system.

despite how much you disliked each other, you'd never actually do tangible harm to each other.

you just engaged in a prolonged battle of psychological warfare over your chat client.

eventually, it gets.. bizarrely flirtatious. not in a traditional way, no, but in a way that was still undeniably flirting.

you still hated him. he still hated you.

it continued regardless.

you two never.. officially got into a pitch relationship.

you're both human, after all. how would you know?

however, eventually, you were informed that your relationship with dirk sounded a whole hell of a lot like blackrom.

so, of course, you approach him about it.

neither of you know *enough* about quadrants to really call it.

but all the trolls have just been assuming it anyways, so you just shrug. by now, it's calling it what it is.

you and dirk have the mutual respect necessary for blackrom. and the mutual attraction.

needless to say, you have the "hate" aspect down.

alright, miscellaneous hc time.

he'll offer to teach you how to swordfight. he might only have done it so he could rock your shit, but he'll always patch you up after. and that little smile he gives when you first managed to get him back was pretty genuine.

just enjoys teaching you how to do his stuff in general. he'll tease you about sucking at it, but he'll actually be happy when you make progress. curse his tiny soft spot.

shows up in your house/wherever you live at random. also likes sneaking up on you whenever he sees you. the more you hate it, the more he'll do it.

he'll claim that you're more attracted to him than he is you - but that's a total lie. he's a little pathetic sometimes.

gets very flustered when you're better at him than something. anything. literally anything at all. why, exactly.. good luck getting that out of him.

actually gets genuinely upset if he goes too far with you in any way. it'll mess with him a lot, and he'll apologize profusely.

he cares about you, despite how annoying you are. despite how much he hates you, despite all of it. he cares about you a lot. and, in his own weird way, loves you.

#chem reqs #homestuck x reader #dirk strider #dirk strider x reader #gn reader

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shyhaya · 11 months

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can i ask hcs for chigiri, isagi and a character of your choice reaction to theit s/o kissing their cheek all of sudden? Thanks!

no problem anon! I love writing for them <33 I hope you like it.

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Surprise attack! [Isagi Yoichi, Chigiri Hyoma & Bachira Meguru x GN! Reader / SFW!]

❯── Isagi ──❮

As much as he can learn to predict what's going to happen in the field, he's a little clueless when it comes to this kind of affection.

You could be out on a date, or spending time together at home.

And Yoichi simply looks so cute, so different to when he's playing. It's irresistible, so you couldn't help yourself.

Leaning towards him, you placed a small and tender kiss on his cheek.

Now, this can go two ways. He could have expected it cause he was looking at you, but he thought you were going to kiss him on the lips. And when you don't and aim for his cheek he stays there, his face like 😗

Then he blushes and smiles, a little embarrassed but still happy. It's really adorable!

Or, the other way, he didn't expect it and when you do it he chuckles and returns the gesture by kissing your cheek too.

Just know that in either option, he'll ask for a real kiss after.

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❯── Chigiri ──❮

Oh, Hyoma. This lovely lady— I mean boy.

I think he's the one in the relationship that is usually giving you kisses. But when he does you always know cause he's normally staring at you lovingly before actually kissing you.

So, to be kissed by you so suddenly always leaves him flustered.

I imagine this happening as he guides you through his skin-care routine. Yes, he likes when you do it together. It's one of his favorite ways to bond with you.

Let's say he's showing you how to apply a certain product, and he's rubbing your cheeks gently while doing so. And he looks so pretty (he always does) you just have to kiss him.

It's sudden and sweet, and because he was so focused on his explanation and how damn cute you looked, he was caught off guard.

Obviously, he blushed sir, it's illegal to look so pretty, you're arrested and sighed, giving you a smile before doing the same to you.

Oh? Did you think he was gonna kiss your cheek? Nope darling. He's aiming for your lips to then scold you lightly for not listening.

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❯── Bachira ──❮

Oh boy, this guy.

First, you know him, it's not easy to catch him by surprise. Although there are times when he's distracted enough to do so.

One of those times is when you're cuddling. He's so relaxed and comfy everything else becomes secondary. And that's your opportunity.

Meguru doesn't have a preference for who holds who while cuddling. It all depends on how he's feeling. In this case, he's the one holding you, his arms around your waist as you rest on his chest.

He tends to talk about his day or anything else during cuddle time, and while talking he falls asleep. Now, as his words become quieter and he's dozing off, it's so easy to place a little kiss on his cheek.

It's like a switch, because immediately his eyes open and he's grinning cutely but his eyes have a mischievous glint in them.

You better prepare yourself, because after you started it, he won't stop until you're completely flustered and even then he'll continue. He peppers your face, neck, and shoulders with playful kisses, occasionally tickling you.

Good luck with trying to get him to stop :3

thank you for reading! ^^

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #isagi yoichi #isagi x reader #bllk isagi #chigiri hyoma #chigiri x reader #bllk chigiri #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #bllk bachira #isagi x y/n #chigiri x y/n #bachira x y/n #bllk headcanons #bllk hcs #hayami writes 🌺#blue lock headcanons

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prettyboypistol · 1 year

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I love ur mercs x male reader stuff sm!! Don't know if you still do request but if you do, can I ask for the mercs reacting to being courted/flirted on by a male reader?

TF2 x Male Reader- Reacting to Being Hit On!

Scout

Flustered AF, thinks you're joking/insulting him at first

You call him pretty boy, he fucking dies.

Red faced, he doesn't know what to do with his hands, can't meet your eyes, etc. Etc.

"Hey!"

"Hello there, sexy."

"ASKFHTJFKRK SHUT UP"

Tries to hit on you back, but as soon as you open your mouth he melts

"Whoa whoa, slow down prettyboy! What's the rush?" You hummed as Jeremy dashed past you. Almost immediately, the loud and ear-piercing skid of sneaker sole on tile rang through the hall. His arms locked up where they were.

"You talkin to me?" Scout shouts, a hell of a lot louder than he intended. You make a noise of agreement. He turned around to see you, leaned on a wall with a satisfied smile. A snicker could barely be heard as Sniper passed by made Jeremy squeak as his face flushed red.

"What's wrong Jeremy, are you shy?"

Unfortunately, he ran away faster after that, his face red and his body shaking.

Demoman

He'd be caught MAJORLY off guard

He assumes you're drunk

matches your energy bc it's funny

next morning he teases you about it, but you start doubling down

"So, you remember all those nasty things you said last night?"

"Yeah I do, and I remember a certain someone promising me them."

OH SHIT

OH SHIT OH FUCK

"Hey there handsome, you busy?" You asked as you sit beside Tavish. He laughed in turn, his head rocked back as the mug's content sloshed haphazardly.

"Well, if you're here, absolutely not!" He replied in a heartbeat with a mirrored smile.

You two spent the night drinking and had a friendly, fun time together. The morning after however, Tavish strolled up and quoted a particularly suggestive comment you made, to which you winked.

oh. Oh shit.

"Well, you gonna take me up on my offer or not?"

You could nearly see his heart pop out of his chest as he fumbled over a way to respond.

Soldier

doesn't get it

you have to grab that mf by the face and say "I FIND YOU ATTRACTIVE" for him to get the hint

even then he probably thinks its a compliment

RIP, good luck

Medic

He laughs and brushes you off

It's a joke to him- either if you are playing or if you would really hit on him

Medic is one of those people to say "alright, that's enough now" with a smile to you saying "rail me daddy"

He's always brushing you off, unless you're praising him. Then he's hanging off your every word with a prideful smirk and the most puffed chest he's ever had.

Medic will give you extra good care when you're injured, something more tender is there now.

Nobody ever sees that little glint in his eyes as he double checks that you are okay with a glance.

Medic never understood why you made his heart squeeze. Maybe it was a new type of heart burn? A type of non-lethal heart attack? It all eluded him. Then he caught your eye, and the fun really began.

"Helloooo Doctor!" You said, you intentionally dropped your voice as he walked by. He stopped in his tracks before quickly turning on his heel to see you again. Your eyes locked before you clicked your tongue and winked.

"That's quite enough now. I'm a very busy man, you know." Medic responded as he gently smacked your head. You seized the sudden opportunity to grasp his wrist with a sly smile.

"Oh, you must be so stressed then! Won't you let me help with that?"

"I- what? I'm starting to think you're not joking anymore."

Heavy

He deadass can't understand you.

Like, at all.

So, you learn a few Russian pick up lines and try your luck.

"Hey! Heavy! Vy horosho vygladite!"

Heavy thinks you are trying to make conversation but horribly failed.

Well, now you know a bit of Russian and a lot of pickup lines, but not much luck in your actual goal.

You two start hanging out casually and turns out he's not only hot but also surprisingly a cool guy.

You finally get the courage to say the obvious damned words to him, no matter how much your voice clams up at the thought of ruining your friendship.

"Hey Heavy! You were great out there!"

"Thank you!"

"Я тебя люблю!"

Heavy lets his head fall back in laughter. Obviously you were joking, right? Right?! He gently explained the meaning, but that didn't deter you.

"Я тебя люблю!"

Finally, finally! The man showed a kind of reception. His face flushed the slightest bit of pink.

Sniper

He'd probably insult you on reflex

This however, makes you live rent free in his head for days on end.

As soon as he finally evicts you from his mind, you do it again.

He wants to kill you, really, he does.

However, the more he thinks about you and your disgustingly stupid face, the more he turns red and chokes up in his head.

You already know he's not going to face you. Accept it.

Mundy avoids you like the repressed bisexual man he is.

After literally eating himself alive with nerves, he eventually flirts back in a mumble you can barely understand before walking away.

Mundy physically cannot function, let alone able to leave his camper after the stunt you pulled (AKA saying 'hello' in a slightly more sincere way than usual) for at least a week, which caused a lot of trouble for your supervisors and generals. You were avoided, glared at, and were obsessed over by the Aussie for longer than you could fathom.

Still, you persisted. Your subtle lip bites, your prolonged eye contact, you knew what you were doing and loved every second of it.

Finally though, he showed back up and gave you a charming wink and smile. You could have kissed that bitchy little man.

Pyro

homie good luck

you speak fluent pyro as you watch them interact with the world and the other mercs.

They mean well, but just... somewhere else, like a person in wonderland.

You desperately want to join them in their wonderland.

through little gifts and kindness, you try to let the door open, but nothing seems to work. the only thing you haven't done is tell them outright that you love them.

So, fuck it, why not try!

"Pyro, there's something I want to tell you.."

You tell them everything, especially the wonderland allegory.

Pyro just sits there and listens to you go on. You make a tad bit of an ass of yourself as you fidget and fluster yourself with nerves. Eventually though the torture of talking is over, and you wait for their response. They stand up and leave.

You nearly cry before they return with a little teacup.

Spy

Oh he makes you blush like a virgin all over again if he even caught you thinking about hitting on him.

He is a little off guard and amused at your actual attempt.

The response of Spy pinning you against the wall and murmuring the downright dirtiest of things into your ear that leaves you stunned and gay.

Spy suddenly is the recipient of many gifts over the next few weeks. Flowers. Chocolates. Unfettered access to high-powered people when he's on an espionage mission.

Spy returns the favor with looks of flirtatious intent that are meant for you only.

You finally wrack up the courage to give him a gift in-person. It started as a note slid under his door to meet his admirer behind the barracks at 11 PM. Well, he shows up looking too gorgeous to have been incidental.

The blush that overtakes your cheeks refuses to let you look him in the eye as you thrust the bouquet of flowers towards him.

"Mon espion, tu as assassiné mon coeur..." you barely squeak out, cursing yourself for every incorrect inflection on the strange grammar. Spy simply looks you up and down with an amused chuckle.

"Votre français est horrible, petit fleur."

Engineer

You remind him so much of younger him when he was courting a girl back in his schooldays.

Down to the foot fidgeting and sweating profusely as you tried to say the most basic of things, it was downright endearing.

Dell had never considered himself gay, he'd never even thought about another man romantically!

He gently lets you down, but in a way that leaves things horribly ambiguous.

"I'm flattered- really! I just never thought I'd be the one asked to go steady!"

"So- you want me too stop?" You ask.

Dell doesn't answer with anything but a shy smile.

Well, after a few more weeks of old-fashioned flirting and a gentlemanly air, Dell finally gives you an answer.

"Gee, you really are serious, aren't you? I mean, I guess I wouldn't mind- but could we keep it quiet? At least for a while?"

You of course agree.

"Can I hold your hand sometimes?"

Dell's face flares a scarlet.

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Hello my love, do you do brienne of tarth fics? If so, could you do one where reader is a princess and brienne is her bodyguard? And reader is convinced that no one will ever truly love her because of past partners and only icky men are interested in her cause she's a royal and women never even look at her, or at least not past the fact that she's a princess; so she can kinda just throws herself at people in tries to love people into loving her until Brienne eventually confesses and they kiss and it's a littlw angsty and emotional?

I do, my lady

Bodyguard Brienne x princess!reader

Warnings: uhh none?

A/n: im am speed. This came to me actually pretty quickly which I’m happy about, I like it but I don’t love it so I sure hope it’s good enough! Also it’s kinda short, I’m running so low on ideas for writing Brienne so I’m very sorry!

“All the men are either pervs or assholes and the women don’t care about anything other than the fact I have a damn crown on my head sometimes- I mean it’s stupid! I thought girls were supposed to be better!” You were laying on the floor looking up at Brienne as you ranted while she made adjustments to her armor. She only hummed and continued working.

You sighed. “Do you know how many dates I’ve gone on and have had arranged-“ “Around 7 if I remember correctly.” She stated, turning her head and arching a brow at you. “Are you judging me?” You frowned. “No, not at all, my lady, you simply questioned it like I didn’t join you in every single one” she chuckled when you visibly came to the realization that, that was indeed true. “And none of them have worked out, everything feels so fake! What if I never find love!”

“I don’t want to be lonely forever.. isn’t it simply human to yearn for human connection? Affection and company? I just have horrible luck. I’m tired of seeing tons of happy couples all around while I’m just sought out for power or- you know.”

“I doubt that will be the case, and yes, it’s very human, something a lot of people want, princess, unfortunately a lot of people can be shallow, what’s important to you may not be important to them.” Brienne peaked your interest with that. “Why do you say that? are you implying some big strong man is gonna come around and give me everything I ever dreamed of?”

Shaking her head, amused, she looked down at you. “Are you comfortable there?” “Quite actually- hold on don’t change the subject.” Brienne smiled and turned back to working on her armor. “Some people seek power in life because they think it’s the way to happiness, you want human connection, love and care. It’s traits a lot of people look for, you just haven’t noticed.”

“Point me out a single person who thinks that way so I can throw myself at them.” Brienne sighed. “Maybe you’re going all wrong about it, find somebody you really like, not just anyone you might have a chance with, somebody with existing connection, a person you can and want to talk to and be around.” You whined. “I’m desperate.” “There lies your mistake. You can’t force a bond, with all due respect my lady, wanting somebody and wanting love are two very different things, I’m afraid you want the latter.”

“Is that so wrong?” Again, she shook her head. “No, I think it’s close minded though, no offense, you should focus on wanting a connection with somebody than a relationship with anybody. Surely you know you’re worth more than that.” Humming, you turned around to lay stomach down, sitting up on your elbows. “None taken. When’d you get so good at this love advice?”

You noticed how flustered she got, and then proceeded to ignore your question. “It’s getting late. Would you like me to escort you back to your room?” You stood. “Nu-uh answer the question is The Brienne of Tarth... falling for someone?!” “Frankly that’s none of your business.” Her cold reply made you flinch. “Right. Well goodnight then.” Sucking in a breath she turned around. “I’m sorry. That was cold and rather rude of me forgive me, my lady, stay I will walk with you when you truly wish to leave.”

“You’re lucky you’re you” you smiled sitting back down. “Oh do I get privileges? Or pity points.” You pouted. “None do the above.” you walked over to her. “You’re lucky I like you.” She didn’t think much of it after she said it, but you did. “You like me?” She nodded absentmindedly. “Yeah, you’re talkative and energetic, you really do have a kind heart and pure intentions, and all you really want is to be loved, I think that makes you wonderful..”

Briennes eyes widened when she realized what she just did, then she refused to meet your own, opting to just stay quiet until you said something or left. “Brienne-“ she interrupted you. “I’m sorry. That was- I don’t know I just spoke and I didn’t register what I was saying until I was done. I apologize.” You tilted your head searching her eyes, only to find embarrassment and adoration in them, you cupped her face and made her look at you. “Don’t apologize for that. You made me realize something.” She nodded, quiet and confused. “Do you really mean it?” Again a nod. “I do, my lady.” And you kissed her.

#brienne of tarth x reader #gwendoline christie #brienne x reader #brienne of tarth #ser brienne #idk how to tag this #bodyguard!brienne

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Worth the Wait (Part 1)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader

Word Count: 3857

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Lead Up to Smut, Unwanted Flirting, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Misunderstanding, Reference to Reader's Appearance

Top Gun Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2 (Coming Soon)

The first time Jake laid his eyes on you, it seemed as if everything else in the room faded away until you were the only thing left in his world. You were behind the bar wiping down the bar top, a cheeky grin on your face as you exchanged a few teasing back-and-forths with some of the other patrons. Jake had only been to The Hard Deck a few times before, but he knew you mustn’t have been working those days because there was no way he could ever forget your face.

There were a lot of beautiful girls in the town around the Navy airbase, but he had never seen someone like you. And as he walked up to the bar, all he could think about was how much more beautiful you were going to look later tonight in his bed.

You smiled as you saw him approaching and asked, “What can I getcha?” Your voice was sweet yet there was a playful edge to it that just drew him in even further.

Jake flashed you a toothy smile that usually had the ladies swooning and flustered. “How about your number?”

However, instead of seeming flattered as expected, you just rolled your eyes as your smile withered. “Wow! You know that’s the first time someone has used that line on me….. tonight. Unfortunately, that’s not on the menu. So, I can either get you a drink or you can make room at the bar for someone who actually wants to order.”

Jake’s face dropped immediately as he stuttered out an apology, introduced himself, then asked for a beer.

You gave him your name and nodded before offering him a soft smile. “And hey, it’s okay. I just need to let people know where we stand right off the bat. Don’t get me wrong. You’re very easy on the eyes, but I don’t date fighter pilots.”

Jake scoffed. “Then why are you working at a bar specifically targeted for the airfield?”

“Because I also don’t date customers. So that just gives me two reasons to turn you down.” You placed his beer in front of him, patted his hand lightly, and walked away.

His eyes followed you as you approached Rooster on the other side of the bar and began chatting to him. He said something that made you laugh, and you reached over and ruffled his hair before stealing his aviators off his face. You put them on and danced out of his reach as he leaned over the bar trying to snatch them back. The joyful look on your face made Jake’s heart leap in his chest and he wished he could make you smile like that. But no, of course, it had to be Rooster of all people to make you that happy.

Jake had butted heads with the other pilot from the first day of Top Gun and things had only gotten worse since then. Rivalries were always expected in these kinds of situations, but this was quickly turning into something deeper. Jake couldn’t stand how everyone always seemed to buy into Rooster’s nice guy routine. And while Jake had made a few friends, Rooster seemed to be loved by everyone. Now apparently, that included you.

But Jake never gave up without a fight. Sometimes it just took a little persistence.

“So why don’t you date fighter pilots?” Jake asked as he settled onto one of the bar stools the next Friday night.

You sighed and put your hands on your hips as you turned to face him, but Jake could tell it was more in jest than in true annoyance. “Have you seriously been waiting all week to ask me that?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I just want to know what I’m up against trying to convince you to go out with me.”

“It’s a pretty solid case, but good luck. Currently, both my brother and godfather are fighter pilots and my dad used to be one before he was killed in a training accident before I was born. So, I have personal experience with the kind of stress and worry it takes to love someone whose job puts them in constant danger and it’s just not something I’m looking for in a relationship. I have enough people to worry about dying in a fiery plane crash as it is, I don’t need to add a boyfriend to that list.”

Jake smiled as he slid a toothpick between his teeth. “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about with me, sweetheart. I’m the best pilot here. I own the sky.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly as your expression darkened. “Yeah, well, it’s attitudes like that which get people killed. Maybe it won’t be you, but then it’ll be someone who’s counting on you.” You glanced over your shoulder and your hard glare softened slightly. “And besides, I think a few people may disagree with your claims.” You set his beer down on the bar before walking over to where Rooster and Phoenix had just arrived.

Jake felt his blood begin to boil. Once again, he had lost your attention to Rooster. For someone who said they didn’t like fighter pilots, you sure did seem close with him. You said something and Rooster’s eyes darted to Jake’s. His jaw was clenched as he started to rise out of his seat, but you smacked him in the chest and sternly said something while jamming your finger in his face. Slowly, Rooster lowered himself back onto the stool but his eyes never left Jake’s.

There was definitely something between you two and Jake wondered if it had anything to do with why you wouldn’t give him a chance. But he was always up for a challenge. One way or another, he would wear you down eventually.

“So, you’ve never tried dating a fighter pilot before? You’ve just decided it’s not something you want to do.”

You shook your head in mock disbelief. “I don’t even get a hello anymore? A ‘how are you doing?’ or a ‘you look nice today’?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t think that needed to be said. You’re always the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I could go into detail if you want, but it would take the rest of the night to properly do you justice.”

“Wow, that’s a bit overkill but thanks.” You tried brushing off his comment like it didn’t matter, but Jake could see you flush slightly as you tried to hide a soft smile. “And actually, I did date a pilot once. It went exactly how I expected, and I spent the whole relationship worried about him and not enough time actually enjoying our time together. So now we’re just friends and I don’t date pilots.”

Rooster. It had to be. That was the relationship between you two. The way you acted around him definitely showed there was something deeper than just a casual acquaintanceship there. Jake could tell from the first night he saw you two together that you had some sort of connection, and this made perfect sense.

“But one bad experience made you swear off pilots forever? That doesn’t seem fair to all the eligible guys around here. You’ve never been tempted to give it another shot with one of us?” Jake leaned across the bar until he was only a few inches from you.

You bit your lip before leaning in towards him, the space between you now almost nonexistent. Softly, you whispered, “If I’m being honest…. When I first saw you walk into the bar a few weeks ago, I couldn’t breathe. You were so handsome, and your smile just made me melt.” You leaned over even further so your lips practically brushed against his. “Then you came over to talk to me and…… You opened your mouth and ruined it.” You smacked him playfully in the face with your rag as you straightened up.

Jake swallowed hard as he tried to wrap his head around what just happened. He had been so sure that this was it, that he was finally going to kiss you. Yet, every time he thought he had you figured out, you managed to completely pull the rug out from underneath him. And he was finding it irresistible.

Your playful smile began to droop as Jake remained frozen in place after your little joke. “Hey, are you okay? I was just messing around. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”

“Um, no, sorry.” Jake cleared his throat as he straightened up. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well, maybe now you know how it feels.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

You sighed. ��Listen, I like you, Jake. You seem like a great guy, but only when you drop all this bullshit flirting. I’ve met plenty of guys like you and know what you really want. And I’m sorry, but you’re just not going to get it from me. So, either you can move on to your next target and I’ll just hand you your beer in peace, or you can drop the whole suave, cool guy thing and we can be friends. Take your pick.”

Jake didn’t even consider it. As much as he wanted something other than friendship, he had also become too intrigued by you to lose you completely. So, he stuck out his hand, “Friends it is then. No more flirting, I promise.”

You narrowed your eyes in mock skepticism, but you took his hand. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

But Jake kept his word. Every Friday and Saturday night, he would show up just as your shift started and the two of you would chat in between customers. He learned more about your family, your friends, where you were born, what brought you to work at The Hard Deck, what your goals were in life, what you were scared of, what your favorite food was, what your favorite movie was, what your favorite color was…. The list went on and on.

Jake couldn’t remember the last time he got to know someone on such an intimate and personal level. And each of these tiny little facts made his heart soar each time he managed to uncover a new one. This was starting to turn into something so much more than he had ever anticipated when he first laid eyes on you, and yet, he couldn’t get enough.

In fact, about week five, he stopped even considering switching back into his flirtatious mode. This relationship had become something so much more than chasing that “yes” to him. So, it came as a complete surprise when you finally asked him out instead despite your earlier objections. It was just something small to test things out, but it was more than Jake had ever expected and he jumped at the chance.

So, that Sunday he arrived at the bar to pick you up. The two of you had planned on meeting on the beach in about twenty minutes, but Jake couldn’t wait, and he thought meeting you here would be a nice surprise. However, as he walked into the bar, he heard heated voices volleying back and forth. Sticking to the shadows, he snuck closer to the main room until he was able to make out what the voices were saying. And he was stunned as he realized who the voices belonged to.

“No!”

“Brad-”

“I said no! End of discussion. You are not going out with Hangman.” Rooster’s voice was firm and unwavering as he made his decision known.

But you weren’t having any of it. With just as much force, you said, “Listen, I respect your opinion, but you can’t tell me what to do. If I want to go out with him, I will. I’m not ten anymore where you can tell me I can’t go to the movies with a boy. I’m an adult and if I want to date Jake, I’m going to date Jake.”

“Well, Jake is not a good guy. He’s an arrogant prick who only looks out for himself and hits on just about every girl he sees. You don’t need to become just another notch in his bedpost because you know as soon as you put out, he’ll just move on to the next girl.”

“Oh, don’t be crude. I can handle myself and I’m not an idiot. I know what kind of guy Jake is and what he’s done in the past. But honestly…. I feel like he’s different with me.” Your tone softened for just a moment before it regained its sharp edge. “However, I’m not naïvely thinking I’m special or I can change him or any of that. I’m not going to just throw myself at the guy. We both said we would take it slow. Like tonight, we’re just going for a walk on the beach to talk. That’s it.”

Rooster scoffed. “That’s what you said about Bobby Pierson, and I found him sneaking out of your bedroom the next morning!”

“I was sixteen! Don’t even get me started on the stupid shit you did at that age!”

Rooster took a slow, deep breath. When he spoke again, he was calmer, and Jake could feel the concern and affection in his voice. “I’m not trying to control you, okay? I’m just worried about you and I want to make sure you’ll be alright. I know you like him, but I just have a really bad feeling about this.”

“It’s just because you don’t like him,” you responded, also calmer and more tenderly. “I’m not saying Jake’s a perfect person. I just really like him and want to see where this might go, good or bad. And I’d appreciate if you could support that choice.”

“You know I’m going to support you in anything you do. Just… be careful, okay?”

“Always. And thank you for being there for me. I know I don’t always seem appreciative of it, but it means the world to me.”

Jake peeked out from his hiding place just in time to see you wrap your arms around Rooster, and he quickly returned the embrace. The two of you remained like that for a moment before you reached up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. That was the final straw for Jake.

He stormed out of the shadows and into the main bar area as he scowled, “What the hell is this?”

You and Rooster both dropped your arms but neither one of you moved away from one another. You looked surprised but not as if you had been seen doing something wrong. More as if you were just caught off guard. “Jake! I thought I was supposed to meet you on the beach?”

“Yeah, well, I thought I’d surprise you, but I guess the surprise is on me. I show up to find this dickhead trying to bad mouth me to you and then you kiss him? Minutes before we’re supposed to go out? What the hell!”

Both you and Rooster stared at Jake like he just grew another head. Then slowly, a look of realization settles on both of your faces as Rooster turned towards you. “You didn’t tell him?”

You shrugged in bewilderment. “I thought he already knew! Or that you would have given him ‘the speech’ or something by now.”

“I was going to, but I haven’t gotten around to it.”

“I mean, I thought practically everybody knew. Phoenix knows, Penny knows, all your instructors who come in here know. And we talked about stuff, but I guess I never made it explicit?”

As Rooster opened his mouth to say something else, Jake cut him off frustratedly. “Do either of you two want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

You take a few steps forward and gently take his hand. “Jake…. Bradley’s my brother.”

Jake’s mouth fell open as he glanced back and forth between the two of you. “You- your brother?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, I would have mentioned it sooner, but I honestly thought you knew. We talked about my brother being a fighter pilot and we have the same last name. Plus, I mean, we do look a lot alike.”

Jake had never thought about it but now that you pointed it out, you were right. The two of you shared a lot of similar features though you were by no means identical. Still, it was something he should have picked up on especially since he saw the two of you together all the time.

Still trying to grasp the situation, he pointed at both of you. “So…. this was all just about your brother trying to talk you out of dating me?”

“I mean, can you really blame him? You two don’t exactly get along and he’s always been pretty overprotective.”

“No, I’m just protective. You get yourself into a lot of stupid situations, and I don’t want to see it happen again. Especially not with him.” Rooster jabbed a finger in Jake’s direction.

You roll your eyes. “Glass houses, Bradley. Just because you’re older doesn’t mean I’m the only one who makes mistakes they need to be protected from repeating. Or should I tell Jake about you and Melissa Goodman?”

Rooster’s face instantly went white as a sheet. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Just try me! Now, are you going to leave us alone and let us go on this date, or do you want me to keep talking?”

He glanced back and forth between you and Jake before grabbing his jacket off the bar top. “Fine. Do what you want. Just don’t come crying to me when he hurts you.” He started to storm out but paused as he got shoulder to shoulder with Jake. In a hushed tone, so only Jake could hear, he growled, “If you do hurt her in any way, I will find a way to shoot you out of the sky for real.” And then he was gone.

You looked up at Jake, lips pursed as you tried to gauge what he was feeling. “I’m sorry but I really thought you knew. But now that you do…. does it change anything? Do you still want to go out?”

“Of course, I still want to go out. This doesn’t change anything between you and me, so I don’t see a problem with it.” Jake said with a shrug.

Your smile lit up the room as you gave him a quick hug. “I’m so glad! Okay, let me lock up and we can go!”

An hour later, the two of you finished your walk and were just reapproaching the bar. And while the conversation had been light and interesting, Jake could tell you were still thinking about what happened earlier. So, he finally asked, “Is there anything else you think we need to talk about?”

You sighed. “About my brother…. Are you sure you’re okay with this? I know you two aren’t exactly friends and Bradley’s not thrilled with me seeing you.”

“I mean, it’s a little weird but Rooster can just suck it up like the big boy he is. Though, I can’t wait to see his face when I get back to base tonight.”

You sighed again and stopped walking. “Jake, if we are going to try this, it has to be about us. I’m not going to just be a way for you to mess with my brother. So, if that’s what you’re planning, I’m calling it quits right now.”

“No, no, hey. I’m sorry. Listen, I liked you long before I found out about your brother. Sure, it might be fun to give him a little extra jab about it every once and a while, but not at the cost of losing you. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

You raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You really think you can do that?

“Of course. If I could stop flirting with you for weeks when all I wanted to do was kiss you, I think I can stop from rubbing it in Rooster’s face I’m dating his sister.”

“You… you’ve been wanting to kiss me?” You asked softly.

Jake hadn’t even really realized what he admitted to when he said that, but it was the truth. “Well, yeah. I figured you knew that since I was coming on too strong and you had to tell me to stop flirting with you. But that time you teased me and leaned over so we practically kissed? I almost leaped over the bar and carried you out of there right then! It was tough but I-”

Jake was instantly silenced by your lips on his. You pressed your body tightly against his as you ran your hand through the back of his hair. Though surprised, Jake leaned into your embrace and gripped your hips tightly, using them to pull you in even closer.

After a moment, he broke away and breathlessly asked, “I thought you wanted to take things slow?”

“Maybe I lied. Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d still want to go out with me after that. And besides, just because I’m not a pilot doesn’t mean I don’t like going fast.” You placed another long, lingering kiss on his lips before adding, “But if you tell Bradley about this, we’re through.”

“Yeah, no, that’s fair.” He captured your lips again and lifted you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. With his mouth still on yours, he carried you into the bar and set you down on the bar top. Then, he ripped off his shirt and grinned as your eyes grew wide as they soaked in his finely sculpted physique. Tentatively reaching out, you ran your fingers lightly over his firm stomach muscles, sending a shiver of pleasure through him.

You smiled at his reaction before removing your own shirt. Now it was Jake’s turn to marvel at the sight before him. He leaned in to kiss you again, but you placed a hand on his chest. “Jake, just….. please don’t break my heart.”

He reached out and softly brushed a loose strand of hair off your face. “Never, sweetheart. I could never do that to you.”

“How do I know that’s not just a line? That Bradley’s right and you’re just using me?”

“I know there’s nothing I can say that won’t sound like a line or an empty promise. But we can stop, right now. I really don’t want to, but if that would help make you feel better about things, we can just go finish our walk on the beach. I don’t want this to be one night of fun. I want this to be potentially a lifetime of fun. So, if that means waiting, we will.”

You stared at him for a long moment, and Jake could see you weighing all scenarios in your mind. But finally, you said, “You’re right. That did sound like another line. But damn it, it was a good one.”

You pulled him into you once more, and as Jake laid you down across the bar top, all he could think was you had been well worth the wait.

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vixidol · 1 year

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“you have a place in my heart no one could ever have.” !!

containing: chigiri hyoma

description: headcannons, scenarios

important!!! : reader is gender neutral, not proof read

notes: AHHH i’ve had enough of there being no bluelock fluff ESPECIALLY ABOUT CHIGIRI. so i took matters into my own hands, hope you enjoy me trying my best to make this fic not too far from his actual personality in the anime (this is for @ilymisaki who is also sick of seeing blue lock smut 💔💔)

chigiri hyoma.. !

OK so tbh i’d think chigiri is the kinda guy who if you have a crush on he’d be kinda oblivious if it’s not TOO obvious

but once he does notice or someone has to point it out to him.. i feel like he’d be really flattered! prob would get shy around you if he sees you in the halls at school or while hes practising

he doesn’t seem like the person who would confess first if he developed a crush on you so good luck with that..

i cant really see him doing much pda in public? but i’d feel like whenever you guys go on your dates he’s either have his hand in yours or a hand on your back if the place is crowded

if you ever say you wanna start learning soccer after seeing him play he’d be so excited cause that just means you two can spend more time together! and he can tease you for your skill level compared to his.. be sure to flick his forehead, it usually shuts him up

or if you play any other sport he’s literally so supportive, he’ll help you any way he can if you need it, he’ll come see your games and cheer you on!! doesn’t expect you to do the same but it’d mean the world if you took time out of your day to watch him play

the type of guy to playfully argue with you over who’s paying the bill for your dates, he somehow always wins (he insists he should pay, being the gentleman that he is)

the type of guy to ruffle your hair whenever you mess up on your school work or anything else, slightly laughing at you while not hesitating to offer his help to you

the type of guy to get flustered if you offer to spoon feed him something cause he thinks it’s “embarrassing” (do it more often he secretly likes it but rather die then admit it

authors notes: I HOPE THIS WASNT TOO FAR FROM HIS PERSONALITY 😭 i’ve never tried writing for a character that has his personality type so i’m sorry if it’s not what y’all expected 💔 regardless i hope you enjoy this!! i might try writing fics for him in the future instead of just headcannons but we’ll see hehehhehehe

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #chigiri #chigiri hyoma #blue lock chigiri #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #blue lock fluff

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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S/O always wins the matches out of lucky

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Yumeko, Mary, Suzui ]

[ Kakegurui Compulsive gambler ]

This idea get stick in my head for a while and I finally get the oportunity to write it!! Yeey

Yumeko Jabami

Your streak when winning bets was what atracted her in the first time. When you confessed to her that it was for your lucky she got surprised and quickly excited, now she wants to see more! For Yumeko isn't really difficult to believe that is lucky

She notice that you actually wins don't all the time, whenever you actually lose a bet is because it was something insignificant or becouse the next one will give you something much better

Yumeko doesn't really undestand how your lucky works, but it doesn't matter, she just want to see more of it, and, of course, she is always encouring you to take risk to see how your lucky will work this time!

Also, she will drag you around the school to try differents games to see how your lucky works in everyone

One time you confessed to her that you didn't even know how to play the game you just already win, hearing that make her super excited and even proud!

She isn't really worried about you becoming a pethouse, your lucky always help you to avoid it, and even if you get to be one its just part of the fun of taking risks (and in the end you will get away from this)

If your lucky works outside of the gambling too she gets really excited of see how is that will favor you. You two even start making bets of how you thing your lucky will favor you that day

If you somehow favor her with your luck she will thank you but tell you that it isn't need it!

Mary Saotome

Seen that you always win make her suspicious, Are you cheating? Some kind of trick? If is it you should stop before someone catch you, or at least hide it well

But lucky is an answer she wasn't expectin, and she won't take it either, but when you insist that it is lucky she will give up in questioning you, just saying that you should be careful

The more she sees you gamble the she is confused, Mary can't bring herself to understand how the hell you do it, but she refuse to accept that is for your good luck

The day she finally accept it it was after you win a gamble once again you go to her and confessed that you didn't even know how to play the game that you just won

She get shocked but quickly drag you away from everyone to scold you about it, more than mad she's worried. She told you that you shouldn't trust neither depend that much in your "lucky"

Mary won't stop you from gambling (thats how the school works after all) but will make you promise that you'll be more smart and careful with the gambling and your lucky, no taking too much risk (even try to get you away from Yumeko)

She may don't admite out loud, but she's scare that you will end as a housepet, Mary HATES that system and will hate if you end being a victim of it too

If your lucky works outside of the gambling too she will most of the time just brush it off, she will never admit but she's really intrigued

In the case you somehow use your lucky to favor her she will get flustered and scold you, saying that you shouldn't doing things like that and she already told you to not depend in your lucky, but at the end will shyly thank you

Ryota Suzui

Lucky or not he always gets worried whenever you gamble. Suzui has been a housepet for a long time, if it wasn't for Yumeko's help he would still be a pet, and he will hate for you to have that fate too

But when he start noticing that you win every gamble he start thinking that you're a prodigy or super smart, like Yumeko or Mary

When you tell him that it was actually lucky he's shocked, he just stares at you for a moment and ask you to repeat yourself, maybe he just misheard you! But when you tell him that is really lucky he panic a little and ask you a million of things

It took him a while to calm down, but at the end he will accept it. Even now that he know you have an incredibly luck he still worries about you

Suzui follow you around whenever you go to gamble, most of the time he gets super nervous but try to calm himself down, he believes in you and your lucky!

He always try to convince you to not take risk, but if you really wants he won't stop you, just watch and wish you the best

Once, after winning a match you tell him that you don't even know how to play the game you just played and he almost faint! In that moment he gets all panic and beg you to not gamble anymore, at least for the rest of the day

If your luck help you outside of the games too it will take him a while to notice, and even so whenever your lucky works it surprise him (in a good way)

If you ever use your luck to favor him Suzui will get super flustered! Thanking you a million of times, but also saying that you don't have to do that (just for his shyness)

#kakegurui #kakegurui x reader #kakegurui x you #yumeko jabami #yumeko x reader #mary saotome #mary x reader #ryota suzui #suzui x reader #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime and manga #anime #manga

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liketwoswansinbalance · 5 months

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Round III of Excerpts from The One True School Master of Vault 41

Agatha turned to the Rafal. "Interesting,” she nodded. "I'm sure you don't remember the names of all the masses you've murdered, but tell me, whose face do you see in your nightmares?" she prompted expectantly.

“Rh—h-hACK,” said he, the Evil sorcerer.

“What? Come again?” Agatha prodded all too knowingly as she got to her feet.

Rafal seized up and started to convulse silently. Something was obstructing his airways.

Sophie hopped up from her seat. “Aggie! He’s choking, Aggie!” she squawked.

“Oh! Well, do something then! He’s yours to look after!” Agatha crossed her arms and stared Rafal dead in the eye as he suffocated, daring him to try anything.

“B-but, I don’t know how to—" Sophie’s voice died in her throat as she fluttered her hands in distress. She looked at Agatha in askance. "Would you revive or resuscitate..."

Agatha shook her head stubbornly. She was Sophie's savior and no one else's. On occasion, she would save Tedros, but he usually wouldn't let her save him. "If he dies now, there'll be no one to blame and it'll be of natural causes. And, I'll be doing Tedros a favor by sparing him a heart attack. He's been through so much already, I'm not sure his heart could take another shock, like the one in front of us."

Sophie exhaled, ready to blow up, flustered and red. She could barely get words out, and froze in place. Her ribcage throbbed with panic, like she’d swallowed her heart whole.

She turned to Kiko, next, to seek help, but found that Kiko was gone! Sophie hadn’t noticed that the Evergirl, the only one she could expect a scrap of human decency from had fled from the table!

Turning bluer by the second, Rafal stopped clutching his throat.

He stood up abruptly, chair scraping the glass floor as it skidded back with a screech. He motioned with his hands to signal to the girls that they didn’t have to intervene, dismissing them.

Gripping the table, he leaned on it, bent over its edge, and thrust his fists against his diaphragm hard, dislodging what had caught in his throat.

A saliva-coated coin of cucumber shot out of his windpipe and hit Agatha squarely in the eye.

Sophie sagged in relief.

The slice of cucumber slid down Agatha’s cheek leaving a trail of spittle. “Well, that’s settled,” she griped sullenly. She flumped down on her seat cushion again, long, rangy limbs askew. “Too bad you’re alive.”

“Too bad indeed. For you,” Rafal smirked, stretching his tensed jaw so it clicked.

Agatha winced. “After yet another run-in with death, you’re still here. Guess my luck’s run dry for good. Will Lady Fortune ever be on my side?”

“Not if you don’t cease with the complaining,” he taunted, “If only I could stretch you beneath her wheel, but alas… I’m beholden to your dear friend.”

“Enough,” Sophie boomed as she slammed her hands on the glass table. The table shuddered, and the filigree bone china jittered as several serving dishes clinked together.

Agatha and Rafal swiveled to look at her.

“That’s it,” Sophie fumed, “I’ll put up with none of this infantile bickering while I’m present. You two must learn to cooperate. I know you don’t trust him, Agatha, darling, and admittedly, I don’t either, but I think he’s trying, at the very least, to be helpful, so be civil. The same goes for you as well, Rafal. At least try to look contrite. And remember: my say is final.”

All three fell silent for a moment.

"If you actually were wondering,” Rafal told Agatha, "The answer is Rhian. His face has haunted my dreams every night since he died.”

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[Note: A lot comes to pass between these two scenes, so don’t expect them to be perfectly chronological. I just thought the shift could be fun to see.

And, this second section takes place earlier on in the plot by the way. We're nowhere near the climax with these two excerpts.

Also, watch what you think, Agatha. Some dreadful irony will come back to bite you, and everyone to be fair.

Oh, and did anyone catch the Shakespeare reference?]

Good's glass walls beamed back the moonlight like searchlights spilling from the columns. The walls were truly a spectacular sight, the mazes of halls all illuminated in silver.

Yet beauty and brilliant lighting do not the optimum conditions for breaking and entering make.

Every polished facet contained Agatha’s reflection, exposing her in her black robes. And, she was well-aware of this disadvantage, but she would never be able to slip away during the day, so night it was.

She rounded the bend and her spine prickled with the familiar sensation of being watched.

After her run-in with Professor Anemone, she now roamed the halls with much less fear. This time, she encountered a different petrified faculty member. Pollux.

She reached up and knocked lightly at the space between his eyes. Nearly soundlessly, it echoed, muffled by his thick-skulled, furred brow.

Just what she’d thought, he had nothing but a load of fluff in there. Agatha laughed to herself.

The labyrinthine glass breezeways, went winding and overlapping every which way, breathtaking in their complexity, but Agatha had discovered that no matter which corridor she turned into, the swathes of friezes lining the walls would direct her, pointing her in the same direction, hopefully the right direction.

The pearlescent friezes were inlaid with nacre, and they cast ribboned, iridescent rainbows when it was day. Though now, they gleamed a dim silver.

There they were, the figures frozen in motion, a goose girl’s tresses, a farm lad’s cap blown in the wind, trees doubled over, all bowing to the same current.

Certainly, they had been revised, but by whom?

All in one, singular direction they went, one after another in a sundry procession: fairy godmothers’ crystalline wands, soldiers’ spears, kings’ scepters, shamans’ pipes and tapering beards, Seers’ gazes, wizards’ staffs, fair maidens’ dismembered, white fingers, birds’ beaks, mermens’ tridents, agrarians’ pitchforks, crowds’ pennants, jousters’ lances, heraldic banners fluttering aloft, sylphs’ wispy tails, cupids’ arrows, and quixotic princes’ swords.

Agatha could not make heads or tails of these strange alterations to the scenes acting as her guides. They were most probably leading her to her final destination, as if they were conspiring to help her. But her theft would be a far cry from a Good Deed. It breached the Rules.

It was as if the School itself were supporting her theft from it. Or, could it be?

She stopped short.

And a prideful voice projected from somewhere sounded, reverberating through the glass-enclosed tunnel. “Move,” it told her with marked disdain and thinly veiled impatience.

It was coming from the walls, she concluded. Agatha looked about uneasily, thoroughly unsettled, and spun on her heels to face them. The carvings.

She stared intently at the wall closest to her.

A lean, cloaked prince was posed in the midst of slaying a serpentine creature that curled in on itself, swallowing its own tail. It was circular, made of a writhing mass of things.

Agatha shuddered involuntarily as she studied it. The beast’s scales resembled Japeth’s Scims a great deal. All snakes reminded her of Japeth these days. A wyrm, was it? No, it was an ouroboros.

And the prince’s banner, it was a gloomier, storm-cloud grey, silver like the Wish Fish. And it had a swan gracing it, an odd, obsidian piece of glass set into the frieze, looking darker than the rest of the banners. Still, it held gleams of iridescence. It was just duller and darker in finish than the other coats of arms. Almost, just almost, Evil’s banner.

The prince turned to her from his carved position, pointed his sword ahead and glared right at her. His swan crest blinked and seemed to glare down at her as well.

“Move, you imbecile,” said a cold, villainous, not particularly princely voice from the carved figure. “We don't have all night.”

Agatha stared dumbfounded.

"Yes, it's me,” Rafal’s voice seethed. “And I can't hold them frozen forever. So, go.”

Agatha stepped away from the wall, and proceeded down the last few lengths of the hall.

No, impossible. Rafal helping her was impossible, she thought breathlessly. Laughable. She was tempted to scoff, but held herself back since she didn’t want to take this one-time occurrence for granted.

Rafal. Of course. Always had to represent his own side, she supposed. The depraved madcap. Couldn’t masquerade as Good for a day, could he? If he had to be Good, he’d croak. She was sure of it. There wasn’t a single thing in these green Woods he could do to repent, help or no help. Not a thing.

He always had to be so maddeningly obvious about his darker, murderous instincts. His cold voice had been a dead giveaway. Even Sophie was subtler. And Sophie, subtle? No chance of it! He was just worse by comparison, that was all.

All the doom and gloom and the no-nonsense demeanor, it got tiring after a while. Christ, had she been like that before?

Agatha had masqueraded as a witch her whole life and look where it had gotten her. Just once, she wished she could see him beaten down and forced to act a harder role. Imagine, him, dealt a harder role to play. Like hers.

Had he ever been oppressed in his life? He was an oppressor! Well, Evil had been oppressed, but that was his own doing. He’d brought the curse upon himself by slaughtering his own brother!

You could do anything while Evil. But Good came with restrictions. The Nevers were freer, truly. They didn’t chastise bad manners and loud chewing. Well, Rafal seemed to, for Sophie’s sake. But Agatha knew most Nevers wouldn’t care a jot about tea party etiquette.

So long Rafal and thanks for all the help. I hope you wind up dead.

She had the urge to look back, but nevertheless, she turned away from the carved prince as he took up his sword and animatedly resumed fighting his battle with the ouroboros, blade clashing against scales, as if he were fighting his own violent rebirth.

Agatha was certain that this robbery wasn’t exactly the sort of cooperation Sophie had in mind, but it would have to do. It was the most they could muster up. And what did it matter now?

She gripped the crystal knob to Professor Dovey's office and turned it. Locked. Drat!

Then, she heard a clink and something pin-like skidded across the floor. The carved prince’s tiny sword.

She inserted it into the lock, and silently thanked Rafal. Maybe, he wasn’t so corrupt after all.

She tucked the sword into her pocket, and tentatively entered Professor Dovey’s office. She didn’t look back at the frieze, now converted into an ivory scene of bloodshed instead of victory. Nor did she catch sight of the tiny prince being disemboweled by the ouroboros, gutted through the gaps of the plating in his armor, leaking entrails, and succumbing to a theatrical “death” without his tiny sword.

The miniature black swan banner finally tipped and sank with a metallic clank, fluttering up like a flag of surrender before it settled on the ground.

After he was “killed,” Rafal exited the wall. A decent practice session in dying, he thought. Though it wasn't quite right. And being eviscerated wasn't a pleasant way to go, he found. He mentally crossed that method off his list.

The frieze reverted back to a prince frozen in the motion of slaying the ouroboros once again, banner branded with a white swan, as if Rafal had never been there at all.

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