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yueebby · 7 months

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Dying thinking about gojo literally pinning and hardcore simping for reader, literally showering reader in praise, flattery and gifts because he no longer gives a damn about hiding his feelings, almost proposing to reader whenever he can and reader's just... completely clueless about it💀 and she thinks it's just gojo being friendly. Poor man would be absolutely devastated when he goes one day "[name] i'm in love with you" and she just goes "me too, i love all my friends!" 💀

she loves me, she loves me not! — gojo satoru x fem!reader

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo (what’s new), highschool!gojo, he’s pathetic but in love your honor, oblivious!reader, ooc gojo i got carried away soz

notes. anon, when i first read your ask i literally started giggling and kicking my feet. that. is. so. gojo coded.

“please reject gojo and put him out of his misery,” utahime implored, taking hold of both of your hands. you think she’s asking, no, begging you to. beside her, shoko nods vigorously.

“but why?” you furrow your eyebrows, perplexed by their sudden request. “i can’t reject someone who doesn’t like me.”

shoko giggles at your comment. her laughter only wanes when she notices the dead serious look on your face. “... you seriously have no idea what we’re talking about?”

“not really,” you shrug, criss-crossing your legs to find some comfort on the hard wooden floor in shoko’s small dorm. it was late, past midnight, and the three of you had a shared mission tomorrow, but for some reason your two friends managed to rope you into their drinking circle.

utahime and shoko exchanged a significant glance, their unspoken communication raising your curiosity. utahime takes a long sip of her beer.

“hopeless. they’re both hopeless,” your short haired brunette friend lamented, pinching her nose bridge. it leaves a faint pink mark.

intrigued, you lean in closer towards the two, “care to elaborate?”

“you’ve never once questioned satoru’s borderline inappropriate behavior?” shoko asks you earnestly. you ponder for a moment, trying to recall any moments in the two years you’ve known the snow-haired boy.

“satoru is satoru…” you mumble, shaking your head in denial.

utahime’s eyes bug comically. she slams her can of beer harshly on the ground. you wince at the loud noise of the metallic can hitting the floor.

“you’re kidding. even i can see through that jerk!” utahime’s black pigtails sway wildly.

“[name], how about what happened in shinjuku last week on our day off?” shoko quietly reminds you of last weekend when the two of you along with satoru and suguru decided to empty your pockets in one of tokyo’s largest entertainment wards.

utahime’s head whips back and forth from her best friend to you, “eh? what happened?!”

from behind the dressing room curtain, you voiced your concerns, “shoko, i don't think we can afford designer clothes on our student budget.” the cream-colored silk dress you wore clung to your body, its price tag undoubtedly surpassing a year's worth of your student earnings.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” shoko’s voice carried a knowing smile. “just come out and show me the dress!” you think satoru’s carefree attitude is rubbing off on her.

with a nervous sigh, you emerged from the dressing room. the dress fit like a glove, accentuating your body in just the right places.

bright flashes from shoko's phone startled you, and she chuckled deviously while rapidly typing. she tossed her phone onto a luxurious cushion, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exposure.

“you look so sexy. even better than the model.” she gives you two thumbs up, eyes roaming your figure. you feel flushed at her praise.

“as flattered as i am, there’s no way i can afford this,” you look down at the dress, lips downturned. “i’d be in debt for life.”

“no need to worry,” shoko winked, leaving you confused. given that her income was similar to yours, it didn't make sense for her to be able to even dream of shopping designer.

a soft thud interrupted your conversation. you turn around to see a blue lollipop rolling on the expensive carpeting of the store.

“suguru, are my eyes deceiving me or is that an angel?” satoru's mouth is wide open as he shamelessly checks you out. he takes one of his hands and places it over his heart, gripping the fabric of his white shirt. the windbreaker he is wearing rustles at his dramatic movement.

“i think… i’m experiencing a heart attack! shoko help!” he kneels in the middle of the store dramatically. shoko shares an unamused look with suguru. the pair nod before simultaneously kicking satoru.

during all of the commotion, you stand awkwardly in the million yen dress.

“satoru, are you okay?” you watch him take the two blows from your friends, concern evident in your voice. he grunts softly before gently taking ahold of your hand.

“no,” he croaks with a playful glint in his eye. “i’m wounded and there’s only one way to fix it.”

you look at him, your gaze heavy with concern.

“i’m afraid you’ll have to kiss me for the pain to go away.” he added, blinking at you expectantly with his blue eyes.

you lightly shove him away from you. “you’re an idiot.” satoru laughs loudly.

“that’s what love does to a man.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m going to change out of this dress, don’t get into any more trouble while i’m gone.”

satoru’s grip on your hand strengthens, halting your actions.

“how much?”

“excuse me?”

“the dress. how much for it?” he stands up to his full height, reminding you of the obvious height difference between the two of you.

you're at loss for words. gojo was crazy, but definitely not crazy enough to spend a million yen on a silly dress.

shoko happily chimes into the conversation. “one million yen. it’ll be two million yen with the rest of my purchases though!”

suguru’s calm demeanor is replaced with shock. the black haired male’s jaw drops, “two million– satoru, you’re seriously not thinking about–”

“hah? who said i’m paying for your stuff?” gojo makes an ugly face at shoko.

she raises her hands innocently, “it’s not my fault the dresses come in a set. if you want to see your beloved [name] in that dress you’ll have to pay for mine as well.”

you watch shoko and satoru engage into a silent argument. the tension in the fitting room section is so thick, you think it’ll take a special grade weapon to slice through it.

trying to alleviate the mood you tell gojo, “satoru, you really don’t have to–”

“i’m buying you that dress.”

“o-okay.”

half an hour later, satoru happily strolls out of the store with an arm around your shoulder like he’d just won the lottery.

perhaps gojo is just naturally flirty, you had tried to reason to shoko and utahime.

it’s been a week since the eye-opening conversation with the two and you’ve found yourself on cleaning duty with said snow-haired boy. it was a miracle that satoru even showed up. he had a tendency to skip his turns, often resulting in a long lecture from yaga.

as the two of you worked silently in the empty classroom, you couldn't help but admire the setting sun. its golden rays painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over everything. unknowingly, while you gazed at the sky, gojo's gaze was firmly fixed on you.

breaking the silence, he asked, "have you ever thought about getting married?"

his question caught you off guard, causing you to momentarily pause from wiping the windows.

“not really,” you replied, biting your lip gently. “unless my family decides to arrange a marriage. you know how unforgiving the world of jujutsu sorcery is.”

gojo's grip on the broom tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound intensity.

"we should get married y'know," he blurted out.

the piece of cloth you were using slipped from your hand in shock. surely, he couldn't mean what he was saying. after all, the two of you were only second years.

“what?”

“i’m saying i think i’m in love with you.”

“oh.”

silence engulfs the room once more before a soft giggle escapes your lips.

satoru can only watch, entranced.

“that’s good to hear! i love you too– and suguru and shoko! perhaps the four of us should all just get married.” you chuckle into your hand.

satoru can't help but stare at your hand in envy. perhaps if he were the palm of your hand, he’d be able to feel the touch of your lips.

but he couldn’t. he was cursed as a man with an overpowered innate technique, and despite it all he couldn’t even gain the one thing he desired. gojo satoru watched you, eyes filled with a mixture of longing and defeat.

his devastation does not go unnoticed by you.

you were under the impression that he was grumpy because yaga had forced him into cleaning with you.

"cheer up, satoru! if we finish early enough," you continue, your tone highspirited, "we can go to the new crepe shop that opened last week. my treat!" you winked, and that immediately caught his attention.

“like a date?” his eyes sparkled with hope.

you shrug, a smile on your face. “i suppose if you look at it from a certain perspective…”

“great, it’s a date!”

good things come to those who wait, satoru thinks, humming happily as he starts to sweep the room at an inhumane pace.

maybe in ten years time the two of you will be happily married with eight kids, he smiles to himself.

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #this is me coping bc of the leaks

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chuluoyi · 7 months

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Could you do a brother’s best friend!Megumi x reader?

like her brother being overprotective, but being oblivious of his best friend’s crush on her sister?

(not the) best kept secret

- fushiguro megumi x reader

cool, brooding and handsome. your crush on your brother's best friend is a secret you only keep to yourself. little do you know, he too feels the same. and so, your love story—and the trials and tribulations that come with it—begins.

genre/warnings: college au, reader being yuji's little sister and him and your family being protective, fluff, mutual pining, tiny weeny angst if you squint? with happy ending ofc!

notes: awww anon, this ask is so cute and so hidden love-coded! did you watch hidden love too? because this piece draws inspiration from that ehe. and uh it turned out longer than i expected and i haven't proofread it but pls enjoy!

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You have had a crush on your brother’s best friend, Megumi, for a while now.

Actually, scratch that. For a long time now, since you were in middle school, in fact.

In your eyes, he was really cool. He was reserved and not very talkative, which was a stark contrast to your brother Yuji, who could talk a mile a minute every day. It always baffled you why the two could be bosom friends.

And he treated you well. Megumi may have bonked Yuji’s head at any given chance, but with you, he was different. He was gentler, kinder, and overall just considerate. Sometimes he would even pick you up in your brother’s place, and your heart would beat out of your chest from sheer giddiness.

Little did you know, he too didn’t quite see you as a mere sister of his friend.

It started with head pats. You heart would flutter and he would be more conscious of his actions. Yuji had furrowed an righteous eyebrow at the sight.

“Oi, Fushiguro, that’s some favoritism there!” he whined. “I helped you with homework and what did I get—”

“Shut up, Itadori.”

And then the text messages. You didn’t know how or why you ended up texting him on daily basis. He was the one who texted you first a few months ago, having obtained your number from a mutual friend in your circle to ask about the best gift for Yuji’s birthday. And somehow up until now, you found yourselves telling him how your day went, and he the same.

you: i've just finished my class today. so tired megumi: oh? mine is still in session. quite boring you: i see. well, ganbatte!

Those little interactions made your day, and for now, you were quite satisfied with them. But when your phone buzzed once again, signaling a new text, you couldn't resist the urge to swiftly open the messaging app to expect the expected.

megumi: wanna grab lunch later?

It was so incredibly childish, but you felt like winning.

Lunch invitations were often. You spent the whole duration of lunch with him almost every day at this point. The two of you talked about many mundane things, and he would have this small smile whenever you griped about your hard tests or annoying classmates.

Head pats. Texts. Lunches.

And then there was Nobara.

Now, don't get me wrong. You adored her—she was a fun person, pretty and you even looked up to her as your role model at some point. If Yuji somehow ended up with her, you were sure to give them 200% of your blessings.

But seeing her with Megumi was another story. Sometimes you envied your brother's close knit group of three. They had been friends since middle school, and it was granted that Nobara would spend a whole load of time with both your brother and Megumi. With Yuji, she was harsher and didn't take him seriously, but you couldn't deny what your peers had been whispering and what you yourself found very plausible—she and Megumi would make a fine match.

It wasn't your intention at all, but ever since you saw him and Nobara at the toy shop together, pulling for popular merchandises in gacha box, you started losing confidence in yourself and inadvertently put this distance between you and him.

At first it was subtle, Megumi didn't even realize it. But when your replies were few and far in between, he decided it was time to address the problem.

"You don't answer my texts," he stated one day, barely catching you at campus during the lunchtime. Now that he thought about it, you kept denying his lunch invitations too. "Are you avoiding me?"

"I, um," you stuttered. You didn't anticipate running into him, to be honest, and so you were at loss of words. "It isn't like that..."

Megumi figured that he had done something to make you feel like you should avoid him, but he didn't want the two of you to be in this awkward situation any longer, so he led you away from the crowd to your usual place of hanging out after lunch—the rooftop.

"Have I done something?" he asked warily. "It's okay, you can tell me."

"No, Megumi, I—"

"I don't want us to be like—this," Megumi said, his face contorting with a deep frown. "I don't like it at all."

Typically, he regarded friendships as a pain, but not with you. Not with the girl he had been pining over for who knows how long now.

Yuji's sister. He had to remind himself of that fact so many times and yet his heart didn't seem to get it. You were his best friend's dearest sister, and yet he fell for you regardless. If Yuji knew, he would definitely had some opinions on this.

And so for the last few months, he kept it hidden under his sleeves. He approached you, befriended you, took you out on lunch dates—acting on his growing feelings for you and yet he didn't have the courage to confess still.

But enough was enough. If not confessing meant losing you altogether, then he was willing to take the risk. At the very least, if you did reject him, he would have gone down with a fight.

"Y/N, I don't know if you're already aware of this or not, but..." he gulped. Apparently this wasn't as easy as he thought, especially when you met his gaze with your cutely confused ones.

"I have feelings for you. I... like you, quite much."

His voice was clear, without any hint of doubt. You were taken aback and widened your eyes out of surprise.

"You do...?" you shyly asked him back, finding it hard to believe. Fushiguro Megumi, the boy you've been crushing on since you were 15, when you were only able to hide behind Yuji and saw him from afar. The boy who once was indifferent to you, was now confessing his feelings for you? He liked you back in the same way you liked him?

"I do," he replied with clarity, and then a smile. That small smile that always made your insides do somersaults. "I want to ask you out for a while now, but since well... you know... out of consideration for your brother, I felt like I couldn't simply whisk you away."

To his surprise, you laughed, and Megumi found himself breathless. The way you laugh was so mesmerizing in his eyes, reminding him why he could fall in love with you in the first place.

"I like you too, Megumi."

And that was all he needed. Apparently that confirmation was enough to forget that you were the sister of his long-time friend, and that it was fine even if you were. After all, since when was it a crime to romance your best friend's sister?

Still, you two decided to keep it under the wraps first. Springing this on Yuji would startle him, you reasoned, and he agreed. It was more convenient this way anyways.

Your relationship with Megumi was a happy one. He was curt, but never failed to look out for you. He remembered things you liked, and would take you out on places you wanted to go. Arguments were there—granted, sometimes he was just too stubborn, so you may have a clash of opinions—but in the end, the two of you always managed to work it out.

But there was always something melancholic in Megumi that you weren't sure you could touch at all. Perhaps it was due to his upbringing—his incomplete family. You tried to fill that gap, giving him many fun and happy memories, hoping it would replace his sad ones. He was grateful for that.

Nonetheless, the reality persisted that your brother, Yuji, remained completely oblivious to all of this. Yuji still thought that you were his innocent younger sister, and Megumi was his best bro. Sometimes you felt bad to do all this behind his back, and yet you made no move to rectify it.

“Hey, let’s ask Fushiguro to join too!” Yuji would say, and you would agree. And then, in front of him, you and Megumi would refrain from being too friendly, and he would be none the wiser.

All things have karma. You have built your karma too, for deceiving your kind and sweet brother.

"Fushiguro! How could you?!"

When Yuji's fist collided with his jaw, honestly Megumi had given up on fighting back, because one, there was no chance of winning against him, and two, your scream pierced the air, filled with worry for him.

You two just had to be found out in the worst way possible—while making out. It was wrong in so many levels in the first place. Why and how did you even initiate making out in your house that you shared with your brother?

"It could've been anyone," Yuji fumed with anger, his teeth clenching. "Anyone at all! And yet it has to be Y/N—my own sister! Fushiguro, have you ever considered the magnitude of betrayal this is to me?"

"Yuji! Please stop!" you tried to intervene. "He's not at wrong—it was me who—"

"No, you don't get any say in this!" for the first time, you saw your kind brother got angry and it made you quiver in fear. Yuji had never been angry, not to you. "You too, Y/N. How could do this behind my back? The least you could do is telling me!"

"I'm an adult!" you stressed, now irritated at this display of protectiveness from him. "I can date whoever I want and you can't just punch the man who happens to be my boyfriend!"

Honestly, if asked, Yuji wasn’t like 100% against your relationship with Megumi. He and Megumi practically grew up together, he knew the best and worst parts of him, and overall he still considered him decent.

But what made it hurt was that the two of you decided to leave him out. It made him doubt everything he knew about his best friend. How could he trust his sister to someone he found hard to trust?

He turned to Megumi, who was still slumped on the floors of his garage. “No. If he really likes you that much, then he will willingly accept this.”

Megumi understood, if his own sister was dating… let’s say, someone like Gojo, whom he trusted but not at the same time, he too would definitely beat the crap out of him.

And so he willingly endured all the blows. Yuji had to let off steam, and this pain was worth everything if it meant he would give his blessing for you.

Yuji was taken aback that his friend actually let him do this. When Megumi got thrown one last time and almost passed out, Yuji finally decided that it was the end.

His best friend and his sister… it was almost laughable if he didn’t feel like the biggest fool between the two of you.

He saw how you immediately sauntered towards him with tears in your eyes, muttering several apologies. Yuji wanted to snort, but then Megumi took a hold of your hand that was on his bruised cheek, and smiled, saying that it was okay.

And despite himself, his heart felt warm. Seeing the usual gruff and cold Megumi be this… soft with you seemed to open his eyes to something more.

Looking back, he could’ve had realized it when Megumi started to get touchy with you. He completely missed that the head pats were actually his subtle way of expressing his fondness for you.

Yuji decided to leave you be. At least he had made his point across, and he hated to say it outright, but perhaps, it was okay after all for you to be with him.

Okay didn’t mean you two had obtained his full blessing, though. But another event soon changed his perspective.

“Itadori,” Megumi’s ragged breaths was what he registered first through the sudden phone call. “Please come here—Y/N—she was—”

It was Yuji’s first time to witness pure panic from Megumi. He proceeded to tell him how you had been in pain and then collapsed, and that he had brought you to the hospital.

When Yuji arrived at the hospital, he once again saw how restless his friend was over your wellbeing. He could no longer deny it—the sight moved him.

“Hey, you awake?” Megumi’s face was the first you saw when you awoke at the hospital bed. He looked so concerned, a frown creased deep in his face. “Are you not in pain anymore?”

No, not quite much anymore, you wanted to say, but your throat felt so dry and you only managed to shake your head lightly.

“That’s good,” he let out a relieved sigh, and that was when you notice your brother at the corner of the room, looking at you two with a somewhat exasperated expression, but then he smiled.

Who knew a severe case of appendicitis would lead to Yuji giving his complete approval for you to date his best friend, huh?

But life is nothing if not full of obstacles. The next obstacle you faced after Yuji’s finding out was your parents.

“Look Y/N, we know. Megumi is a good guy,” you mother started. “We've known him for a long time, of course, personality-wise, we have nothing against him.”

You bit your lower lip in frustration. Beside you at the dinner table, Yuji kept his silence, but listened attentively too.

“It’s just… the matters of his family,” your father added, carefully choosing his words.

“His father is never in the picture, is he? And there are also rather unsettling news about him too.” Your mother was always the one being more straightforward.

Both you and Yuji knew it already. As of now, Megumi only had his stepsister, and last you heard, his father was gambling somewhere and then became a convict. Megumi said he had cut ties with him, but there was no such thing as an ex-father. Until forevermore, Fushiguro Toji, a criminal, was his biological father.

“Mom, I know your concern,” Yuji had finally decided to step up, and you were grateful for that. “Fushiguro won’t end up—”

“Yes, we know,” your mother emphasized, letting out a sigh. “But we are your parents, Yuji, Y/N. If there’s even the slightest chance, we worry. We want the best for you. Always.”

You were at a loss.

You were young, and yet you already saw him in your distant future. Being with Megumi felt so right and comfortable. He was your safe space as you were his.

But you also understood where your parents’ concerns came from, or at least tried to. At least until you found out how your father approached Megumi to talk him into thinking your relationship over.

"How could you, Dad?" you asked, aghast. "You're... practically intimidating him into breaking up with me!"

"Y/N, listen—I never meant it like that," your father tried to explain himself, and yet you were already too heartbroken to hear him, and so you shut the door to your room, not giving him any chance.

Why did your relationship suddenly become everyone's business? Why couldn't they just let you be an adult?

Megumi could still hear your father's words rang in his ears.

"Y/N... we raised her with love and care," your father said with a forlorn expression. By all means, Megumi knew that he meant well. "She's always spoiled, my only daughter... Megumi-kun, you must understand, it's not easy for us too."

He knew that his rather colorful past would get in the way one way or another, and he had come to accept it. But it still stung, because of course, he wanted full blessings from the family of the girl he fell in love with.

You were like a ray of sunshine in his dreary life. Like Yuji, your presence had made an impact on him. Your cute smiles, pouts and vulnerability around him... he loved them all.

He would get upset when you looked sad, just as you were now.

"It's really okay... Y/N." He swiftly wiped your tears with his thumb, as you sniffled. "I didn't take it to heart. Your father is just worried about you... I can understand that."

"But still—h-he shouldn't do that," you replied amidst your small sobs. Above all, you didn't want your father to have spooked him. "Megumi... I don't want to break up with you."

And honestly he didn't expect that. You were afraid of him... leaving you?

He, who did everything he could, just to have you to be by his side?

"Sir, I know where you are coming from. As of now, I don't have much. But I can say this with confidence—I... love your daughter very much, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that she is happy."

"Stupid," he huffed, putting a hand on your head, before messing up your hair. And gosh, you were so cute, glaring at him through your lashes.

"I won't. I've told your father that too actually."

"Just give me two years," Megumi added with unwavering voice, staring at your father earnestly. "After graduation, I'm getting my life in order. I'll secure a stable job and do my best. I'm... going to prove it to you, and you can be the judge if I can finally deserve Y/N or not."

He was 16 when he knew you, seeing you as nothing but a little girl too timid to approach him. And he was 19 when he realized that you were everything he wanted in a girl of his dreams.

At one point in his life, Megumi thought it was okay to be alone. But ever since getting to know you, he realized that loving and being loved by you were the greatest happiness of existence.

"Thank you," he muttered afterwards, as you were still starstruck that he apparently had the balls to declare something like that before your father.

"Thank you for giving me so much love. Because of you, I realized that I too deserve to be loved."

You could feel tears glassing your eyes once again. “You are. I’m glad that you finally think so.”

And that was it—your love story. Something that had started when you were 15, and ended ten years later when you were 25, with swearing your love for each other in front of the sacred altar before your closest family and friends, and Megumi by your side.

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romihearts · 6 months

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bf headcannons ! ┊second years , first years

synopsis. how they would be as your bf!

content. gn reader, intended lowercase, swearing

her notes. 3rd year ver might get delayed wrhshshshaah

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS * ˚ ✦

strict yet caring !

love is quite a foreign concept to him, but he'll try his best to make you feel special <33

tea party dates are a must! its more commonly held inbetween the maze, where it's secluded and leaves the two of you alone

will always help you with academics, while you, in return, help him with de stressing !!

just seeing you makes riddle melt, but if he sees you in heartslabyul uniforms he'd feel as if he fell inlove all over again

love language? words of affirmation, he'll write essays or poems just to describe the absolute masterpiece of you

RUGGIE BUCCHI * ˚ ✦

would seriously give you the world!

even the small things matter, like him giving you his donut if he found out you haven't eaten yet.

its quite uncommon but he'd make you small flower crowns :3 he thinks you look so much better with them

would definitely be willing to escape leona's orders just to be with you!

love language? definitely an acts of service or quality time typa guy. he'd wipe any crumbs of food near your mouth unexpectedly and laught about how cute you are.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO * ˚ ✦

orders jade and floyd around to find you around campus when you aren't with him fr

when he's showing his #corporateceoboss side, he'll definitely wrap his hand around you waist and act cool but behind closed door he'd be very clingy!

asking not to go with a very very sweet smile. then immediately offering anything you want from the lounge just to stay, which you eventually do.

he'd love spoiling you, saying that you'd look spectacular in this or that, but in the end it doesn't matter to azul because you'll always be perfect for him in anyway !!

his love language? gift giving !! he'd give you so much that sometimes you don't know where to put anymore of his gifts because you have so much

FLOYD LEECH * ˚ ✦

he'd bite

or sometimes back hug you a bit too hard

but he definitely bites you randomly :3

but that doesn't take away from the fact he really loves you dearly <3 he'd geniunely do anything to protect you

he definitely shows that you're his favourite person, always showering you with love and flirting with you.

his love language? physical touch !! he loves squeezing hugging you, he can never get enough of you !!

JADE LEECH * ˚ ✦

definitely super courteous with you, a literal gentleman!

he'd fix astray strands of your hair, or crumpled parts of your uniform then tell you how nice you look.

unlike his brother, i find him to prefer leaving kisses on your hand or forehead.

oh he'd definitely gift you flowers too !! especially with a note saying that you're as perfect as said flowers

overall total gentleman, yet there are times where he gets a bit threatening to others, but he somehow keeps his composure ?? you truly question him on that.

his love language? words of affirmation, he'll always love to compliment you and make comments wondering how he even got you.

KALIM AL-ASIM * ˚ ✦

everyday with him is definitely very chaotic, from carpet rides or random adventures, campus life is definitely not dull.

he'd for sure spoil you with whatever you want! if he notices you looking a bit too long at a specific item, guaranteed that he'll get it for you almost immediately

like azul, he also loves giving you gifts, like big plushy bears for example. he'd get you one and say that it's as soft as you

he may be oblivious sometimes when you try some pick up lines on him yet whenever he does get some, it will never leave his mind. like you ?!?! thinking of that about him ?!?!

his love language? gift giving. self explanatory, he'll always give you anything in the world!

JAMIL VIPER * ˚ ✦

he'd be quite distant when you two first meet, buuttt after enough pushing from kalim he'll talk to you

but prior to that he definitely had a crush on you, pining for you yet he hasn't really gotten close to you yet hence, he had kalim to push him to talk to you

he'd be a very caring boyfriend, after looking over kalim for almost his entire life he's pretty used to it !

he would love cooking you meals, and would definitely supervision you when you're sick. like, constantly checking your temperature, telling you to just rest, etc.

his love language? acta of service, he'll always be there to help you when you need him !!

SILVER * ˚ ✦

cuddles with him are common! especially when both of you are sleepy and drift off to dreams in each others arms.

definitely very soft and understanding with you

he'd take you to secluded and tranquil places around the forests where both of you can talk about anything while slowly getting sleepy.

he'd take you to the equestrian club aswell and help you ride the horses

if you do learn and know how, he'd have some small competitions with you !!

his love language? qualiy time, just being with you already calms him down and brings him to peace <3

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yandere-writer-momo · 11 months

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reader this partner Pickle, who has already claimed his mate, leaving a tooth mark and a bunch of his marking territorial warnings on other people's skin (maybe the tooth marks are not visible under his clothes).

Pickle lets the reader walk and socialize, knowing that communication and sociality help people, but when someone pays attention to his date? He shows up unexpectedly, driving competitors away from his person and taking to the nest to leave new tags.

can get headcanons where Baki, Katsumi, Retsu, Jack, or Oliva might be flirting with the Reader (maybe they love Reader) without paying attention to Pickle's territorial tags, or not knowing who the Reader's partner is.

So I’m going to take this to another level. How about oblivious reader with Pickle who believes he’s your mate (he’s delulu)? It’s all because you smiled at him.

His bite would hurt too much and probably kill you.

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Pickle x oblivious AFAB reader edition (plus the yarem)

Minors Do Not Interact

TW: Scent marking, animalistic behavior, and Pickle

Pickle

You were the only female fighter amongst the others that challenged him. And rather then be scared of you, like he was Jack, Pickle was entranced by you. While he took the men smiling him as a challenge, he took your look as an invitation. Pickle was more than willing to accept a strong female like you as his mate

Pickle follows you around like a dog. His form not far from you at all times. He’s always cooing over you and trying to gift you various animals he hunted. It’s very strange to you but you don’t question him. Maybe he’s being friendly?

Pickle scents the entire outer perimeter of your house much like a dog or cat. You noticed a strange pungent scent every time you came home after a long day but you didn’t think anything of it. There must be more cats around than normal

Pickle begins to try fighting off the other competition. He growls and swats at the other fighters who smile and talk with you. He will not share. He is the strongest male and he’s the only one with the right to claim you

Pickle starts taking his courting more seriously, even when you cover your nose when he’s around (he smells so bad). He still tries to woo you by bringing you large game and various trinkets he finds. Choose him. Mate with him

He tries to kill Hanayama when he notices the yakuza gifting you flowers and you accept them. The two men are fighting until they’re both covered in blood and their bones are broken. Pickle is so thrilled when you fret over both injured men. He takes your care as you accepting him

Pickle starts to break into your home more often and tries to lay in the bed with you, but you always kick him out. He smells awful. That’s when you decide to take it upon yourself to clean him

Pickle follows you into a river as you go swimming. You almost threw up when you noticed how the water changed colors when he got in. The Neanderthal mimicking you as you kept dunking yourself in the water. Was this some sort of mating ritual? He accepts! He’s having a lot of fun copying you but he really wants to know when you’ll mate with him

You’re slowly able to get Pickle to allow you to use soap on him. You teach him how to wash himself but demonstrating on your fully clothed self. He copied you in interest. He really enjoys this game the two of you are playing (he believes it to be a game)

He finally has a tolerable scent by the time you’re done. It’s a massive improvement

Pickle still chases away your suitors. He chases away Jack, Katsumi, and Hanayama all the time. He throws rocks at them all the time when the male fighters try to gift you things. Why can’t they understand that you’re his mate?! You accepted Pickle and he accepted you

Pickle ups his scent marking game and he starts rolling his (clean) body around your sheets now. The caveman wrapping his body over yours while you’re asleep. His tongue and teeth are lightly dragged across the bare skin on your neck and back to try to leave a mark on you. One that will make them understand you’re his

Pickle starts being more touchy. He will pull you into his lap so he can check your hair for any snacks (bugs). He loves how small you are compared to him. Pickle also swipes your snacks from your bag. He adores when you feed him

Pickle starts trying to get you to groom his hair as well. He loves when you comb his hair with a comb. It feels so good on his scalp

Pickle nips at Katsumi whenever the karateka tries to hold your hand. Pickle picks you up and physically moves you away from Katsumi. Sometimes he puts you up in a tree. His actions don’t deter Katsumi at all

Pickle throws Katou across the room when he tries speaking to you. Just yeets him like a ball. Pickle is super possessive of you (it rivals Hanayama)

Pickle slaps Jack across the face when the blonde smiles at you. Jack is not allowed to challenge you (apes smile at each other for intimidation). Pickle is terrified of Jack but he’s willing to stand up to Jack to keep the blonde monster away from you

Pickle snarls at Baki whenever the redhead gets too close. He beats on his chest and growls, trying to make himself look bigger whenever Baki so much as turns his head in your direction

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere baki #female reader #pickle baki #Baki #baki headcanons #grappler baki #baki dou

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kaicubus · 8 months

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Dating Spencer Reid

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warnings ✩° : fluff headcanons, cursing(?).

pairing ✩° : spencer reid x gn!reader mostly, some fem!reader specifically

authors note ✩° : college makes me want to puke out of anxiety but it's storming here so i decided to get some content out for all of you!! thank you for being here as always, succubabies, even when i don't post, you mean the world to me!

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Spencer Reid is the master of understanding. That’s not just because he’s gifted in his line of work and anything he has an interest in, it’s also because he’s very observant. When you don’t think Spencer’s paying attention, he is, and he’ll make his presence known if that’s the case with a fun fact.

One thing about Reid is that he likes to interrupt you. It’s a fun quirk he has where he’ll say whatever’s on his mind because he doesn’t want to lose his train of thought, and it comes off as a very obscure fact starting off with, ‘Y/n did you know—‘

Everything about him is so effortlessly attractive. Come on. Looking at him really just sucks the breath out of you, and for him it’s the exact same.

Spencer is also just effortlessly funny, and for the most part he’s not even trying to be funny, he’ll be genuinely curious about something but have the answer in front of him in a way that makes it impossible for you not to giggle at his obliviousness.

As your partner in both romantic relations and work relations, Spencer is able to maintain his identity as being a top agent and also the best boyfriend.

He takes everything you say way more seriously than anyone else, in the sense of something about him or something you want to be done.

Spencer is whipped for you 24/7, there's no denying that. He's constantly looking up at you with big, puppy eyes, asking questions and following you around. Bonus points if you're shorter than him so it looks even funnier.

If Spencer ever gets on your nerves, he won't understand why, and he'll go to Penelope or Emily or even Derek at times, who usually gives the best advice. Armed with ways he wasn't clear on before, he apologizes and makes you feel better instantly.

His guilty pleasure has to be face touching. It’s so specific, but he loves it when you caress the side of his face and turn it towards you, or turn his head up by his chin. But if you grab his neck with both hands settling below his jawline? Gone.

Spencer Reid’s love language would have to be physical touch or quality time. He loves being near you at all times, bumping elbows, touching knees, or interlocking fingers, because it gives him the satisfaction of knowing you’re safe and protected by him. In a way, being so close to you counts as quality time spent, which is what he also really loves. If you guys are on a case? He’s the one following you around (if he doesn’t wander off and do his own thing) and he’s the one suggesting new ideas and approaches all while being next to you basically touching hips.

He’ll melt if you run your fingers through his hair. Any massage on his head, really.

Something intimate he does is kissing the back of your hand while holding it and while looking up or down at you. He likes watching you get flustered and ends up pressing a few more kisses against your knuckles.

When you two become more comfortable with your relationship, PDA becomes more known. Little quick kisses if he passes by you in a hall or something, then walking away like nothing even happened is something that happens a lot.

Spencer likes to single you out in group discussions, asking how YOU feel, asking YOU what should be done next, or asking how YOU see the situation. If you give him an answer he doesn’t agree with, he won’t embarrass you or anything, he’ll just ask you to elaborate. Communication!

Because he singles you out, everyone kind of catches on and playfully shakes their head at his sometimes very sad attempts at being cute with you in public. But it is adorable.

When he kisses you, Spencer breathes out, almost like a sigh of relief. Afterwards, he strokes your hair or back and comments how much he liked the kiss, or likes you.

Spencer’s an observer, but he’s also really bad with people. He can tell when somethings wrong, but most of the time he asks it the completely wrong way. He truly cares and wants to know what’s happening if you’re upset, but his execution is…poor.

His friends, your friends, and your fellow FBI agents are all basically a part of your relationship. They're constantly asking about how everything's going for your sake and his sake. Even on dates, they show up in disguise just to get the inside scoop on the Reid x Y/n target couple.

Let's say. Fancy mission. Have to dress up. Right? Spencer will tie your dress, put your shoes on, and clasp your necklace together. After each thing, he'll kiss the area.

Hotchner gets fed up with him as if you're in the room or near by, Spencer's eyes are on you. Of course, he knows when to focus on something else, but Spencer tends to just stare at you and tune everything else out.

Spencer will get into arguments/debates for you if someone of status wrongs you or pokes the slightest bit of fun at you. He does not let any Y/n slander slide.

Info dumps. No matter where he is. It gets really bad if he's nervous because he'll start to analyze everything, even stupid little things.

He LOVES taking naps with you!! Holding you is all he ever wants in life!! Running his hands over or in your hair, pecking your face with kisses, getting gentle whiffs of your comforting scent!! All of it just makes him lose his mind and go CRAZY.

He won't show it, but he likes the competition and the acknowledgment of knowing he's the genius from you. The praise makes him feel unreal, and from you? Please.

Supporting his love for cowboys. Earning the most sincere, giddiest smile and shrieks of laughter when you gift him small horses or a cowboy hat.

Spencer is a strict germaphobe, but he's way more comfortable holding your hand and hugging you than anyone else. You and Morgan.

#kaicubus #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #gn!reader #spencer reid criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid preferences #criminal minds preferences #criminal minds headcanons #dating spencer reid #criminal minds fandom

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biceratops7 · 2 years

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Hmm, any one notice this?

So a while ago I wrote a meta about how Stede isn’t actually oblivious to his feelings towards Ed, but I was really thinking about it at work today and honestly… Ed kind of is.

I know the running joke of Stede effortlessly being the most objectively romantic human on planet earth by sheer accident is hilarious. But did you ever notice that when Stede is actually trying to be loving on purpose, Ed Doesn’t Get it?

We can assume Stede started the ritual of them eating breakfast together cause it’s his quarters, and the intimacy of that clearly went right over Ed’s head cause he let Jack invade it without a second thought. Like Ed, honey, did the implications of a man wanting to eat breakfast with you and only you every single day seriously never register to you??

Stede plans a whole day together “treasure hunting” when he wants Ed to stay. The whole “you wear fine things well” business was pure oblivion on Stede’s part, this is him flirting. And he’s trying so hilariously hard to make this ridiculous idea work, but Ed still doesn’t get the gist. Luckily Lucius I-need-a-fucking-raise- Spriggs is here to save the day and clue Ed in to what at least this particular situation means.

…Which makes the gears clearly turning in Ed’s head during this moment absolutely precious and hilarious. Now he knows what’s going on. He sees that Stede’s excited to spend time with him in particular just like Saint Augustine, I mean a bunch more people will be also there this time, but still! And I’m sorry but the brief look of pure “Ed Exe has stopped working” when apparently the first thing Stede could think of was swimming is criminally underrated.

And look at that fond little smile it turns into, Ed knows full well that man has some cute little swim costume squirreled away somewhere ready to go after pulling an entire safari outfit out of his ass last episode 😂

Ok ok enough teasing Ed, back to the point.

We know Ed’s love language is physical touch. Stede’s is less talked about but I firmly believe his is quality time. Just like Ed is touch starved, Stede is shown to desperately want someone to spend time with. But that’s not just the way he receives love, it’s how he gives love too.

His way of saying I love you is to say “That’s me.” He’s the one who breaks the lock on his own bathroom door. He’ll be the one to show up at Ed’s restaurant and look at all the little Knick knacks in his gift shop on a slow day. Stede wants to be the one who’s there, who makes sure Ed doesn’t have to cry by himself, or feel silly about something he loves and put a lot of work into. He doesn’t ever want someone so deeply precious to him feeling as unwanted and isolated as he did back in Barabados.

And Ed ends up missing so many of these intentional gestures. Which isn’t a BAD thing, I just love all the little intricacies of two people with completely different love languages somehow making it work anyway. I think that’s part of why the bathtub scene felt so profoundly intimate, because their love languages work seamlessly together and they end up emotionally on the same page.

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #Edward teach #Blackbeard #Stede bonnet #love languages #Stede’s love language #ramblings #meta #analysis #my meta #1x07 #1x08 #1x06 #biceratops

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cvlutos · 1 year

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“No Nut November” Pt.1

| Repost: 01.10.23 | 1.3K | Mature |

NRC 1st Years X GN!Reader

♡ ACE TRAPPOLA ♡

LOSER #ONE

Swore he wouldn’t fail. Would not shut the fuck up. Would constantly brag about how well he did. When it’s only been a day. He’s the most likely to fail on the 1st day. Not even most likely, he does. That’s mad embarrassing but will most definitely lie for the entire month.

He 100% blames you. You just happened to wear a hot-ass outfit [very very casual relaxation clothes] when he came to Ramshackle after school, he swears you did it on purpose. When he returns to Heartslabyul, exhausted from studying but trying to hide his hard-on, he makes a beeline for the bathroom. Nearly ripping his belt off, biting his bottom lip as his hands make contact with his dick.

“This is all your fault—”

♡ DEUCE SPADE ♡

LOSER #TWO

Definitely was aware of No Nut November, but didn’t really get the hype, nor were girls really attracted to him during his delinquent days. [He’s lying. Deuce had girls flocking to him in droves. He’s just oblivious] Deuce doesn’t really view himself as a sexual person until he met you. Unlike Ace, he’s taking it seriously. He’s gonna prove he has self-restraint and is better than Ace. Fails on the 2nd day, partly because he forgot, but also because you smiled at him. He won’t lie, but at the same time will dance around the topic for the rest of November. It’s pretty obvious to everyone he failed.

He swears he isn’t some sexual deviant. You’re just so kind and sweet, and a wonderful person. He can’t help himself. The thought doesn’t cross his mind’ til he’s already close. Laying on his side, his face shoves further into the fabric of your shirt. He lets out a choked groan, desperately fucking his fist. He’s already so close, might as well finish. You won’t ever know.

“... I’m sorry, [Name]...”

♡JACK HOWL ♡

LOSER #THREE

Let’s be honest. Jack knows and finds it annoying, like what’s the purpose? Will definitely participate when Ace makes fun of him for not being able to last. He’s competitive. Will act all high and mighty and honestly does well. I give him 15 days at most before he breaks. He most likely forgot the first 10 days, but then started to notice you a lot more, like the way your eyes seem to sparkle, and your laugh is something he can’t ignore. The next 5, he’s forcing himself through and is becoming mad grumpy, cause well.

Says fuck it the moment he sees your skin that’s usually covered. [You showed him a portion of your stomach or bare legs, he’s going feral] Before you can say a thing, Jack is already gone, deciding that he’d be unable to walk into his dorm without drawing attention to himself, he’s deep in the forest. Leaning against a tree, imagining his hand is you. At Least he doesn’t have to clean up much. He’s slightly guilty for the next few days, but won’t tell you, but you will see an influx of gifts.

“This is so embarrassing…”

♡ EPEL FELMIER ♡

LOSER #FOUR

Almost as loud as Ace, with his bragging. Especially with just your friend's group, no Vil or Rook in sight. He’s letting his country accent fly, with not a damn care. It’s a little funny and cute. Don’t say that to his face. I’m gonna make an educated guess and say he definitely needs to bust it at least once a day. He gets even worse after meeting you, often disappearing into the bathroom, but who needs it for 20 minutes on average? I don’t know what’s worse, Ace bragging and losing the 1st day. Or Epel hyping himself up, only for you to mention how hot he is.

He’s already leaking. He sits on the toilet seat of your bathroom, rubbing his nose against your damp shower towel, squeezing his eyes shut, pumping his dick desperately. You name tumbles from his lips, muffled and desperate. He compares succeeding NNN to being a stronger man, and most definitely falls the 1st hour of making his bet. Will ask Jack hypotheticals, and he’s just like, ‘I don’t know, man’. Similar to Deuce, he will jump around the topic, or suddenly switch up. Saying NNN is dumb. Like bffr.

“No Nut November iz dumb! No, I didn’ fail, ya jerk”

♡ SEBEK ZIGVOLT ♡

ONLY WINNER

Now, I know what you are thinking. Ain’t no way. Sebek is loud and most likely has announced his displeasures with NNN. It’s childish. Uncouth. For the dumb and ignorant. Wait—you think it’s funny and cool? He guesses he can try, and will publicly and I mean publicly announce his plans to win. And he will. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his challenges. Sebek is a knight in training and has amazing self-control. And last half the month without trouble, the other half, he’s just missing. You see him in all his classes, but he’s avoiding you like the plagues.

He is giving his all to winning. The moment December 1st strikes, he’s acting a damn fool. Fucking his hand, bed, blankets, anything and everything, cause cumming once just isn’t enough. He’s gonna casually NOT, will do a fucking public service announcement about his winnings. Gods, he’s embarrassing. Will not shut up. Please say you’re proud of him.

“Of course I won. As Lord Malleus Knight—”

#t.manor.erotic.stories #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola smut #deuce spade smut #jack howl smut #epel felmier smut #sebek zigvolt smut

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noiryinn · 1 month

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study sessions

pairing(s): oblivious!itoshi sae x flirty!male reader

summary: you are giving one too many hints that you like sae, but he gets none of them and assumes you two are a bit too close for friends. you decide to take matters into your own hands and be his secret admirer

warnings: none!

word count: 4.5k

a/n: thanks for the support on my last post i love you guys!! it’s like one of my biggest headcanons that sae is oblivious to things such as romance cuz the only thing he canonically knows abt is football 😭. i had no idea what to write for the notes so...yeah. also, i didn't intend for it to be so long, i just kept writing. anyways enjoy this mess of a fic! <3 (not proof read)

you sat in class, leaning on your right hand, thinking and a bit annoyed. how hasn’t sae taken the hint? you don’t just flirt with your friends, dammit! you probably couldn’t even ask him out cause he’d just assume you were joking. you don’t ask friends out as a joke either do you? friends…that word left a bad taste in your mouth. you were so blatantly obvious, but he couldn’t take the hint? you started thinking of plans that might work. then you settled on one. be sae's secret admirer, then reveal who you are! the more you thought about it, the more the plan seemed like a good idea. it was around a week from his birthday too, maybe that'd be your gift to him, a new boyfriend. you grinned in excitement, this was gonna be fun!

after you got home, you decided to write him a note and put it in his locker. you changed your handwriting while you were writing the note, not wanting him to discover who it was immediately. it was pretty simple, but kinda (very) directed at his obliviousness, but it was nothing out of his comfort zone. the note read "i think you're pretty cute, but you can't take a hint. maybe start paying attention to how others act around you!". you wondered if your plan would work, but only time will tell.

the next day you arrived early and put the note in his locker. you hoped that he wouldn’t throw it out like the other love letters and confessions he got. your prayers were answered though, as during lunch, when you were sitting at your guys’ desks, he said something. “i got a note in my locker today,” he said bluntly. “yeah?” you grinned, “and you didn’t throw it out?” you silently celebrated. “no, something about it was different.” he gave you the note and crossed his arms before leaning them on the table. “what did she mean by ‘start paying attention to how others act around you’?” his eyebrows furrowed in curiousity. “she, huh? you think it’s a girl?” you looked in his eyes. “are you implying it’s not?” sae raised an eyebrow. “just saying, ya never know” you smiled.

you stared at the note a bit longer. “kinda funny how they say you’re cute but then say you’re oblivious,” you chuckled, “can’t blame ‘em” you flirted, but the tone was quite subtle. “what’s that supposed to mean?” sae looked at you curiously, “don’t worry ‘bout it” you waved off. “seriously—nevermind. you’re impossible anyway” he sighed in defeat. you grinned at him, “yeah, i know.”

you looked over at the note again, “honestly, i think it’s a sign to think about anything other than football.” you remarked as you toyed with the edge of the note, your fingers tracing the words as you tried to gauge sae's reaction. “football is not the only thing i think about. it's important to me, though.” sae said, his tone a bit offended. “you literally don’t pay attention in class because you’re thinking about it.” you stared at him with an eyebrow raised, “that’s why we go on like study dates all the time.” you put the word ‘date’ on purpose, wondering how he’d react. “i guess you’re right.” he said indifferently. no reaction... “hey, we gotta test tomorrow, right? let’s go to my place and study for it!” you suggested, “but we have to practice for our upcoming practice match after midterms…” he protested, both of you were on the school’s team and often practiced together. “well you won’t play if you don’t keep up your grades!” you protested right back. “…fine. i’ll go over to your house.”

after the school day was over, you waited at the gates for sae so you two could walk home. he was late, which made you annoyed. so you decided to text him. his contact name read ‘sae ❤️’ which he never commented on, for some odd reason. you texted him “where r u?? i’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes”. after 1 or 2 minutes he responded with “sorry, some girl confessed to me. i think she was the one who left me the note.” oh how wrong he was…

sae finally met up with you and he was as stoic as ever. “well well well, look who showed up,” you got up from the wall you leaned on, “betcha you rejected that girl without hesitation as usual, didn’t you?” you smirked, seeing how she was clearly upset and tearing up. you hoped that wouldn’t be you… “i wouldn’t say without hesitation…” sae shoved his hands in his pockets. “yeah right! you totally did, she’s crying cuz of ya, playboy!” you snickered a bit, “it’s not funny, l/n. and don’t call me ‘playboy’” he looked at you coldly. “you’re such a buzzkill, it was a joke anyways, handsome.” you teased with a coy smirk before putting an arm around his shoulder. “ugh, don’t call me that either, what’s even the point of calling me that?” he replied with a grimace. “ah, just saying cause you are, and all the girls seem to think so too.” you smirked. “don’t joke around like that.” he said, a face of disdain became more evident. “see? a total buzzkill…”

you opened the door to your house before turning and speaking to him, “so, you wanna tell me what happened with that girl?” your curiosity was out of this roof. “she confessed to me like any other girl. but i think she was the one, cause she handed me a letter and the handwriting was pretty similar.” sae mentioned. “that so? and what if it doesn’t stop?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “try to find out who it is, i guess”

the two of you went up to your room. it wasn’t messy but it wasn’t clean either. you grabbed an extra chair, put it at your desk and you two started studying together. you regularly had the urge to stare at him for long moments of time, and “accidentally” brush your fingers on his when grabbing a pen. sae's gaze flickered to the folded paper on your desk, a curious expression crossed his face, “hey, what’s that?” you looked at the note, it was the second letter, but you couldn’t ouright tell him that, “uh, it’s a grocery list my mom gave me for tomorrow, cause she won’t be here.” and he took it, like that. “oh, okay.” then shrugged it off…

“hey, can you help me with this question?” sae asked, you already knew all the material, since you actually payed attention in class. “sure,” and you leaned over, a bit too close (on purpose), and started helping him with the question. “you get it now?” you asked, after some frustration. “yeah, thanks. you’re actually kinda smart.” he remarked backhandedly, “hey! what’s that supposed to mean? i’m very smart thank you very much! i wouldn’t even be in this situation if you actually paid attention in class. stop focusing on football so much!” you hit him on the head lightly, but in a playful manner. he tried to hit you back, but you dodged, right before your chair tipped backwards and you fell. “guess you could say i fell for you— ow!” then your head got hit, not as lightly by sae. “don’t say stuff like that.”

you faked a sulk for the rest of the time he was there, maybe he’d feel bad for you and kiss you or something. “you gonna keep pouting?” he asked, “yeah. maybe you should leave, you’re ruining my vibe with all this negativity!” you didn’t really mean that, but of course he thought that. sae really didn’t get social cues. “wait! i didn’t actually mean that—” then he shut the door. now you were actually sulking. stupid sae…didn’t even give you a kiss either.

it was day 2 of your plan, you bought a cute little seagull plush keychain and wrote a note to go with it. it read “hey, handsome! just wanna say, you’re a bit dense for not even getting one clue. but keep it up! i believe in ya!” maybe he’d get that ‘handsome’ was something that you’d often say to him…yeah probably not. it was a stretch. you did the same thing, go to school a bit early, put the things and his locker and pretend nothing happened. a part of you wanted this to continue, but the other didn't. there was an urge to tell him you liked him and get it over with. but where was the fun in that?

as you sat in class, you finished your test, which was fairly easy. but you seemed to zone out after that, your mind occupied on how to get sae to realize that it was you. the thought got you frustrated, but pumped out as you wondered what sae's reaction would be to your note. after class, there was a few minutes before the next teacher came in. "hey." sae said as he sat next to you, "soo...what'd ya think?" nudging him playfully with your elbow, his expression nonchalant as ever. "about...?" he asked, "about the test, silly! you think you passed?" he had to be fairly confident, i mean you helped him out. "uh, sure. it was kinda easy." he dismissed it, as always. "it's totally cause i helped you out, right? right?" you teased, "...right, whatever you say."

something seemed to be on sae's mind. maybe it was about the notes. your suspicions were confirmed when he said something, "i got another note today," he mentioned, his expression puzzled. you couldn't contain your excitement as you took the note from him and examined it before giving it back, "wow, another one huh?" you remarked casually, trying to conceal your eagerness. "what's it say?" you asked, your breath hitching in your throat. sae shrugged, clearly confused by the note's contents. "it's just… encouraging me to pay more attention to things," he replied, his brow furrowing in confusion. you tried to avoid yourself from smiling inwardly, knowing that your plan was working. "maybe they're trying to help you out," you suggested playfully, hoping he would catch on to your subtle hints.

despite your frustration, you found it impossible to not admire how clueless sae was, it was adorable, in its own irritating way. you tried to drop hints and flirtatious comments, but he seemed to brush them off without a second thought as you just "joking". but as much as you wanted to reveal the truth, there was a part of you that hesitated. what if sae didn't feel the same way? what if it ruined the friendship you had worked so hard to build? despite all this, you didn't want to give up either. you were so deep into this already.

so, for the rest of every period, your gaze remained fixed to him. thinking on how to confess to him, also admiring him. after a bit of thinking, midterms were the day after sae’s birthday, unfortunately. must suck, must suck even harder because all club activities were canceled for the rest of the week due to midterms too! but, there was a good part to it too, maybe he won’t focus so much on football. after school, before he was going to walk home, you called out his name.

“sae! wait up!” he turned around to see you jogging to him, “what?” sae snapped at you, not too rudely though, a bit annoyed he couldn’t be alone. “you wanna come over to my house to study for midterms? cmon, i know you’re not learning anything in class, as always!” you could see him be reluctant before sighing. “fine, but not today. i’m busy.” fair enough, it was fine, as long as if you got to confess to him on his birthday. “you better not be saying that so you can play football!” you turned to look at him and you saw he was avoiding your gaze. “you’re totally obsessed…” not like you could say anything. you were pretty much obsessed with football too (and him), but not as much.

the atmosphere was kinda awkward after that, so you decided to say something, “did you get another clue to who that person was?” you asked casually, trying to read his expression. “not yet,” he admitted, “but i know it’s someone closer to me. how else would they know seagulls were my favorite animal?” he wondered holding up the keychain, admiring it a bit in the light. “you gonna keep it?” you looked at the keychain as well, hoping he said yes, “yeah, it’s pretty cute. i don’t want to throw something like this away either.” you eyes naturally set on the way his lips curled up ever so slightly, the way his hair fell on his face and caught the sunlight. your face flushed as you scrambled to look away. if you didn’t realize it before, but now was when you realized how much you actually liked him.

“so, this one’s different, huh?” you tried to change the subject, “what do you mean ‘different’?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. you fumbled for words, as you thought about if he caught you staring or not, “i mean, normally you throw out any gift and reject every person…what’s so different now?” you swallowed nervously, hoping your words didn't come off too blunt. "i just meant... well, you usually don't keep stuff like this. but this time, you're actually considering it," you explained, trying to sound nonchalant. sae nodded slowly, seeming to think about your observation. "yeah, I guess you're right. It's just... different," he admitted, his gaze shifting to the keychain in his hand. he beat you to saying something else before you could, “it’s like, they’re close to me, right under my fingertip and i want to know who.”

“yeah?” you smiled at him again, admiring his features once more. “hey, hypothetically, if the person was a guy, would you care?” you asked on a whim, “i guess...not really." he replied with a shrug. "why do you ask?" you shrugged nonchalantly, but secretly felt relieved. at least he wouldn't out right reject you. trying to keep your nerves at bay, you tried to justify yourself, "just curious, y'know? it's interesting to think about." sae nodded in agreement, but you could sense a hint of suspicion in his gaze. it made you wonder if he was starting to suspect something, if he was beginning to piece together the puzzle of his secret admirer.

you waved him goodbye as he walked into his house. tomorrow was the weekend, so you couldn't outright give him anything, but you'd still hint at it when he came over to your house to study. that night, you tossed and turned in bed, partly from the thought of confessing, but also how good he looked on the walk back to his house. you rolled around in bed, almost like a middle school girl in a shojo. it wasn't your best of times, but you refrain from the thought of him, and him piecing together the puzzle had you biting your bottom lip in nervousness and excitement.

when saturday came, you paced back and forth in your room, thinking of what to say and do when he came. you felt pretty damn tired, too from last night, barely got a wink of sleep. you mumbled 'don't screw this up' over and over again when you heard a knock at the door. "sae! you made it!" you said with a sigh of relief, at least he didn't ditch you to watch game footage or anything like that, "yeah, i did." you tried to go in for a hug but he quickly dismissed that.

after an hour or so of studying, you got bored so you decided to hint what you were doing for his birthday. “sae, your birthday’s coming up right? october 10th?” you tried to put in the conversation casually, “yeah, why?” he looked at you with some suspicion, "i'm just asking. but, i'm sure you'd love me for my gift" a small, yet cocky smirk crept onto your face, "don't you mean i'd love 'it'?" he expressed, some more suspicion in his tone, "oh no, i know what i meant, you're gonna love me." he sighed in defeat, he knew there was no point in pushing it further.

so, that's basically how it went for the next few days. him being stupidly oblivious, you trying to drop the hint even further. you got nowhere, on wednesday, the day before his birthday, you decided to give him a flower. not an overly big bouquet, you'd probably save that for the actual confession, instead, you opted for a single flower. it was a flower he'd seen before, and that you knew he liked. there was a vase with a single flower in your room, his eyes consistently focused on it. it was a light pink hydrangea, it was beautiful, so you understood why he stared at it often. maybe he'd understand then. you decided to take the one that was in your room, when he came over that day, maybe he'd ask why the vase was empty and get the god damn hint already,

as per usual, you went early, dropped the gift off, and went off. there wasn't any note this time, as you were kinda sick of writing them. plus, the big day was tomorrow, you'd save every pent up emotion for then. you waited for him in the courtyard, when you spotted him in the courtyard examining the flower you went up to greet him. "hey, sae! looks like you got a flower now, huh?" you wrapped an arm around his shoulder to break him out of his trance, "yeah. this is the same flower that's in your room, right?" at least he got the hint, you pretended to study it for a bit before replying, "hm, yeah, it is. funny ain't it? maybe they know you really well." you looked at sae to gauge his expression, he did a simple nod and kept his blank expression. you clenched your fists in frustration as sae brushed off your flirtatious comment, a knot forming in your stomach. whatever, he'd have another shot when he went to your house anyway.

you were right, because when he went to your room, he noticed the empty vase immediately. "the flower is missing." he pointed out, "gave it to someone real special" you looked at him as you said that, "it was a nice flower, you should've gave it to me...but i can't really complain if they're that special to you..." you were instictively drawn to the way sae's expression softened when he talked about the flower, a hint of vulnerability shining through his normally neutral face.

you stared at him in a 'are you serious?' look. well yeah, you did give it to him, and he was special, "sorry, was that rude?" sae took note of your expression, "oh no no, it's something else," you quickly went back to focusing, "let's just cram for midterms" you muttered, hoping to divert the conversation away from your failed attempt at dropping another hint. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that sae didn't seem to catch on to your subtle gestures. but you pushed those feelings aside and focused on studying for midterms.

nothing special happened, just some plain ol' cramming. but, you failed to focus on it. all your thoughts went to the day tomorrow. the thought had you feeling all sorts of emotions. sae noticed your unusual quietness and said something on the matter, "is something wrong? you're being awfully quiet." you felt yourself tense up, "just nervous for midterms...don't wanna fail...haha..." you made a pathetic excuse of a lie, he narrowed his eyes a bit, trying to examine your actions before ultimately deciding to drop it. at a desperate attempt to change the subject you decided to point something out that you noticed, "hey, the bracelets you normally wear, you don't wear them anymore," you pointed out, "oh, i lost them. hadn't gotten the chance to get new ones." you kept that in mind, you'd probably get him a new bracelet for his birthday.

you could barely sleep that night, you stayed up thinking what'd you say, do, act. everything had to be perfect, it probably wouldn't end up that way, but you tried your best. a voice popped up in your head that made you not even want to confess in the first place. it said the same things that made you reluctant before, 'what if he didn't like me back? what if i ruined our friendship?' what if this and that. but what if he actually liked you back, and everything turned out even better than you hoped? every thought was about the next day, it made your head spin. after a bit of staying up, you realized being all tired and having eye backs wasn't cute and a good look for a confession, so you forced yourself to sleep.

on the morning of sae's birthday, you woke up with a flurry of emotions swirling inside you. today was the day you would finally reveal your feelings to him. you couldn't focus on anything else, not even the midterms the next day. every thought was consumed by sae and the confession that awaited. as the day progressed, you found it increasingly difficult to contain your excitement. you kept glancing at the clock, counting down the hours until you could see sae and tell him how you felt. It felt like time was moving at a snail's pace, each minute dragging on endlessly. you went to his locker and put in the last note, 'meet me at the rooftop at 7:30'. it was short and straight to the point, no cryptic messages or hints.

you stood at the rooftop, your back leaning on the railing. your palms felt sweaty and you could hear your heartbeat get louder. your mind was full of feelings you wanted to get out. you were looking up at the sky to get your mind off of everything. the scenery was beautiful, you were lost in it until you heard the sound of the door opening, and there you saw him. the man you've liked since forever. his face was a mix of a lot of emotions, it was hard to read, to be honest.

as sae stepped onto the rooftop, the setting sun casting a warm glow around him, your heart skipped a beat. you felt the breath get sucked out of your lungs, he looked stunning, more than usual, actually. "hey, sae," you began, your voice trembling slightly with nervousness but filled with anticipation. "i'm so glad you actually came." his eyes widened in surprise, his gaze flickering between you and the breathtaking view spread out before him. "it was you?" he breathed, his voice tinged with disbelief. you chuckled nervously, your fingers fidgeting with the delicate bracelet you had carefully chosen for him.

"surprise…? if it wasn't obvious enough…" you paused, your heart pounding in your chest as you took a step closer to him. "there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you confessed, your voice soft but determined. with trembling hands, you slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of his skin. "i really like you, sae," you whispered, your gaze locked with his. "it's been this way for a while, but I never had the chance to say anything." you reached out, presenting him with the bouquet of pale pink hydrangeas, their soft petals illuminated by the fading light. "these are for you," you said softly, a shy smile playing on your lips.

taking in a deep breath, you continued, your voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. "i've been dropping hints since the beginning of time and i was hoping you'd catch on, but i realized i had to take matters into my own hands. i needed to tell you how i felt eventually. sae's eyes softened as he listened to your heartfelt confession, his expression shifting from surprise to something warmer, something more tender. "i…i didn't realize," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "i never knew you felt this way." you took a step closer, your heart pounding in your ear with anticipation as you reached your hand out to gently cup his cheek.

"i've been waiting for this moment for so long..." you admitted, your voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the breeze, "to finally tell you how much you meant to me. so please, can i be your boyfriend?" you gazed directly into his eyes, waiting for the dreadful answer. as you waited for sae's response, the tension in the air seemed to thicken, every passing moment feeling like an eternity. sae's gaze softened as he took in your confession, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise, uncertainty, and something else you couldn't quite place. you held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you awaited his answer.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, sae's lips curled into a gentle smile, a warmth spreading across his features. "know that i know how you feel, i don't want to waste anymore time." your heart skipped a beat as you felt a surge of hope and anticipation wash over you. could it be…? "sae," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the gentle hum of the wind, "what do you mean?" a soft chuckle escaped sae's lips as he took a step closer to you, his eyes sparkling with newfound clarity and determination. "i mean… i want to be more than just friends," he confessed, his voice steady and sure. "i want to be with you, too."

you felt excited and shocked and every other emotion there was out there. you uttered a single word, "really?" your heart felt like it was about to explode out of joy. sae nodded, his smile widening as he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "really," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "i've been blind for so long, but now that i see… i don't want to let you go." you wanted to cry, that's what. "you're so stupid for not seeing this...i never want to let you go too..." your voice trembled, you sniffled while saying it too.

"i'm sorry. i really am." he admitted, and without another word sae closed the distance between you two. time stopped, it was as simple as that. everything went to a halt as you tried to process what happened. the kiss was sweet and simple, just as you two liked it. in that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the setting sun and the gentle rustle of the breeze, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in the sweetness of the moment. you pulled away after what felt like ages.

"happy birthday sae," you said softly, your voice at a barely audible level. "you're right, i did love you for this gift. thanks for everything." he smiled, his face totally different from his usual unemotional look. "no problem and," you held your breath for the next words you were about to say, "i love you." you felt at peace, you finally said what you've always wanted to say, "i love you too."

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thedarlingdearestdead · 6 months

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Why is it he's always covered in blood?

Summary: On a job with Anakin he arrives covered in blood. So you remove his cloak. Tensions rise and a diplomatic mission turns awry, the two of you need to go undercover, so he removes his shirt...

Warnings: A bit suggestive... kissing 🔥

Word count: 1,780

“You’re dripping blood all over the carpet” You say plainly, Anakin looks down at the bottom of his robes, soaked in red and seeping out into the carpet of the palace.

“Ugh, this is not a good look.” He rolls his eyes, then catches your curious gaze.

Perhaps you should have been slightly more worried, considering the volume and spread of the blood, but strangely this was not the first time that Anakin had returned from an outing in this state.

“Don’t worry, its not mine.” He reassures you, looking behind him at the very suspicious and prominent trail that he had left as he walked into the chamber. He flinches slightly, this would not make the best impression with the Queen of this planet.

You chuckle at him, taking his obliviousness in your stride. “I’ll need details later - as will the council.” You were technically supposed to be supervising him on this mission, a Master and friend of Obi Wan, you ought to have been a little more distressed by his statement. But he was clearly fine, and you trusted his judgement, unlike many others.

Swiftly and efficiently you approach him slightly closer and move your hands up to unclasp the top of his cloak. His breathe hitches noticeably as you find the ties, your fingers brushing against his neck. But they soon disappear as you strip him of his cloak, carefully folding it down to cover and catch the blood soaked rims.

Now holding this bundle, you looked around the empty chamber then shoved it inside a vase in the corner. Anakin burst out laughing but you flash him a stern look. This was the only way for the two of you to look at least presentable, it was the only way you would be able to be taken seriously, it was no joke.

You hid your own laugh by summoning the force, masking your amusement for the sake of your dignity. Anakin straightened, “Thank you, Master L/N. A most creative solution.”

“We will be back for it later, and you will be the one to clean your robes properly. Now come along.” He follows you down the hall barely concealing a smirk.

“You’re truly not hurt?” You confirm with him to make sure he doesn’t faint from blood loss in the middle of discussions - again.

“A couple of scrapes, you know me. Nothing bad though, promise.”

“Honestly, Anakin, you’re almost worse than your Master.”

“Almost? I must try harder.”

“I beg that you don’t.”

As you enter the room, you're greeted by the Queen and several other high-ranking officials. You bow respectfully, and Anakin follows suit. You couldn't help but notice the glances they gave each other, probably due to Anakin’s dishevelment. But you had taken care of it the best you could. You continued as if everything was normal, everything was proper. The negotiations went well, the trade details settled, the treaty sent off. It was a success by all accounts.

The meeting concluded with a sense of understanding and a commitment to future negotiations. The Queen expressed her gratitude for your efforts and assured you of her willingness to cooperate. Anakin had managed to salvage the mission and build a bridge for future diplomatic relations, despite the initial chaos. You observed him closely, noting the way he seamlessly switched between formal language and more colloquial expressions. He had a gift for connecting with people, which was a trait that had always fascinated you.

On your way out you were once again unguarded, unsupervised by any palace staff. So the two of you went searching for Anakin’s cloak. Unfortunately the building was somewhat a maze, and you got lost quite easily. Though neither of you were worried, you were strolling through a perfectly beautiful building, on a perfectly lovely day - yes, stopping to look inside every vase you could find was slightly bothersome, but generally there was a light and satisfied feeling in the air.

It was all too good to be true…

As you turn a corner, you hear a faint whisper of voices echoing down the hall. Anakin becomes more alert, and tightens his grip on his lightsaber, and you reach out with the Force to sense any danger ahead. The voices grow louder, and you can hear the sound of footsteps approaching. You draw your own lightsaber, prepared for whatever may come, and praying its just paranoia.

As the figures come into view, you see that they are a group of droids, marching down the hall with purpose. You relax slightly, but Anakin remains on edge. The droids are quickly passing you, ignoring your presence? But then suddenly, one of them turns towards you and raises its blaster.

Instinctively, you deflect the blast with your lightsaber, and Anakin ignites his own, charging towards the group of droids. You join in the attack, slicing through the metal bodies with ease. It is a quick but intense fight, and before you know it, the droids lay in pieces at your feet.

Anakin turns to you with raised eyebrows. “I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.”

“Do you think the queen is involved?”

“Almost certainly. I thought it was raiders which caught me outside by our ship and which I… dispatched of. But it could just have easily been a guard, or some of her people”

You nod, glad for some context for his earlier state. “We need to investigate.”

“Agreed.”

“There were some guards uniforms in that chamber down the stairs?”

“Good plan.”

The two of you extinguished your lightsabers but remained alert as you tidied up the droid parts - again disposing of them in a vase, which you did not find nearly as funny as Anakin did. You headed towards what you assumed was the storeroom or break room for palace staff.

When you arrived it was obvious that the two of you would change and continue your mission undercover. So, it was on autopilot and by protocol that Anakin stripped off his shirt to do so. Even then it made your breathe hitch with surprise.

You quickly averted your gaze and focused on finding a suitably sized disguise for yourself. Anakin seemed to not notice your reaction and started looking through the cabinets for uniforms. You joined him but your mind was still preoccupied with the image of his chiseled chest and defined abs. You had known Anakin for years, but you had never seen him shirtless before. His muscles rippled under his skin, and you couldn't help but admire his form. But you shook your head, reminding yourself of the seriousness of the situation. You needed to focus.

"Here they are," Anakin exclaimed as he pulled out two sets of guard uniforms. You forced yourself to focus and grabbed the offered one out of his hands.

You tried to distract yourself from his naked torso, tried not to notice the way his eyes lingered as you removed your own robes, but eventually it became too much. It was a simultaneous movement, as you both looked up at each other and locked eyes. The tension in the room was palpable, and you could feel the chemistry between the two of you growing stronger by the second.

Anakin took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to brush against your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your heart racing as he leaned in to press his lips against yours. It was a soft, gentle kiss at first, but quickly turned more passionate as the two of you melted into each other.

Your hand went up his neck to grip at his growing hair, giving it a slight tug as he slips his arm around your waist. He moans into your mouth, pressing your chests together. You kiss for what feels like forever, the investigation, the mission, forgotten completely as he consumed you.

As Anakin breaks the kiss, you both gasp for air, your bodies still pressed together. Your mind is reeling, unsure of what just happened. You had always felt a connection to Anakin, but you never acted on it. But now, in the heat of the moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Anakin's eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at you, his hand still resting on your waist. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion.

You nod, unable to form words as you stare up at him. You had always been attracted to him, but you never thought he felt the same way. But now, with his lips on yours and his body pressed against yours, it was impossible to deny the energy between the two of you.

He kisses you again, this time harder, more insistent, more desperate. You respond in kind. His hands trail down your back, gripping at your thighs before picking you up completely. He pushed the two of you into the shelf and to your horror a resounding crash of falling armour echos through the room, and probably through half of the palace.

His eyes and scrunched in frustration. You take a moment to lean back against the wall and breathe. Then he lowers you and the two of you are soldiers again. You barely have time to grab your lightsaber from one of the benches before guards are spilling in. He pushes you to the side to dodge a blaster shot before taking down the one at front. And it doesn’t really take long for the two of you to fight off this wave of enemies.

By the end of it you are both panting again, he was still topless, you still in your singlet. It would have been most difficult to explain if anyone else were to walk in, or where to have survived the fight. But it was just the two of you.

He was once again covered in blood and this time you were certain you looked no better.

He reached forward to brush a hand through your hair, and you leaned into his touch as he leaned in to kiss you again. "We should go," you whispered.

"One more," he says. He kisses you again, harder than before, you moan in response to his effort. In the heat of the moment you hold each other tight and it is almost like a scene out of a holo. But it is the line of thinking that causes you to push him away. For the sake of your mission, your position, you couldn't let anything happen.

The two of you put on your disguises, cleaning the blood off what was visible on your faces, and went to interrogate the queen.

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do something for George? I enjoy reading fanfics about him but surprisingly there aren’t many

Act Like You Mean It

Chapter 1

Summary: George and Y/N are oblivious idiots in love who agree to fake date in the attempt to drive away Y/N's unwanted suitor.

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George Weasley x Fem!reader

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Y/N worried that if she rolled her eyes one more time, they might get stuck like that, like her mom had always threatened.

But, seriously? How many times did she have to turn down a guy before he finally gave up?

Byron Montcroix was a rich, pompous, self-absorbed jackass who thought he was the universe's gift to women. And for the past two months, he'd been after her like a bloodhound on the hunt.

"There's plenty of girls who'd love to be in your position, Y/N, " Gabby said.

"Great! They can have him. I'll even wrap him up in a pretty red bow and deliver him to their doorstep."

Y/N's roommate shook her head. "I just don't get you. You've got one of Hogwarts' most eligible bachelor's practically banging down your door, and you won't even give him the time of day.

"Because," Y/N replied with an exasperated sigh. "He's an entitled creep who thinks that I, or any other girl for that matter, should be grateful that he even deigns to look at us."

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George gazed at Y/N, resting her chin on her palm as she half-dozed. Unlike nearly every other student at school, he loved History of Magic. It was the one place he could watch Y/N unabashed because everyone, including her, was either unconscious or close to it.

Last year, after two long years of admiring her from afar, the younger twin, with Fred's encouragement and a few shots of firewhiskey, finally got the nerve to strike up a conversation with her during one of Gryffindor's infamous parties. A friendship blossomed between the two, but George could never muster up the courage to ask her out.

"Y/N's just so perfect. She's a Goddess," he'd told Fred. "And I'm just well--I'm just me."

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Y/N couldn't help but smile when she saw George walking toward her. She'd had a crush on him since their third year but had been too shy to approach the cool, confident prankster. Then, last spring, during a Gryffindor party, he introduced himself, and they ended up sitting in a quiet corner, ignoring everyone else and talking long after the party was over.

He seemed to really like her and Y/N thought maybe he would ask her out at some point, but he never did. A couple of times, she almost bit the bullet and confessed her feelings, but froze up before she could even utter the first syllable. Y/N knew it could spell disaster for their friendship if he didn't feel the same way. So, in the end, she decided she'd much rather have him as a friend than not at all.

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"There you are," George said, sitting beside her on the grass. "What are you doing all the way out here? I've been looking all over for you."

Y/N had walked almost as far as the shrieking shack in an effort to shake off her ardent admirer. "Hiding from Montcroix. He's been all over me like shit on a stick today. Would you believe he actually tried to kiss me? Granted, it was my cheek and not my lips, thank goodness. But still. Just thought of his mouth anywhere my skin makes me wanna puke."

George's blood boiled. He looked away for a few moments to hide the red splotches he knew were blooming on his face and neck. He wanted more than anything to punch that smug, cocksure smile off Montcroix's pristine, fucking face and then sweep Y/N off her feet in a passionate kiss. Just like in all the movies and romance novels.

"I'm just so sick of him," Y/N sighed. "I've tried everything I can think of, but he just won't leave me alone." She paused and looked up at George, "Got any ideas? I'm willing to try just about anything at this point."

George rubbed his chin, thinking, and then his head snapped up. His mind was reeling with this sudden crazy idea that would get Montcroix off her back and would allow him to shower her with the love he's been bottling up for so long. If he couldn't ask Y/N out for real, why not go for the next best thing? He blurted it out before he had time to second guess himself. "We could pretend to be a couple."

"What?" Y/N stared at him.

"We could pretend to be dating. If Montcroix thinks you have a boyfriend, he'll hopefully leave you alone. And if not, I'll kick his ass."

For a brief moment she harbored hope that maybe George wanted to be more than just friends.

But, then reality set in.

'Oh,' she thought. 'Pretend. Not for real. George isn't one to beat around the bush. If he actually wanted to date me he'd just ask me straight out.

No, this is just a friend helping out a friend.'

At least now she knew.

Y/N looked down at her hands, forcing back her tears. How could she say yes? How could she pretend her true feelings weren't real? How could she endure knowing his affections were all an act? Knowing it all had an expiration date.

She truly didn't know, and yet...

How could she say no? How could she throw away the opportunity to be loved by George, even if it wasn't real? Even if it was only temporary. This might be as close as she'd ever get to living her dream.

Y/N chewed on her lip as she convinced herself this was a good idea. Then looking back up at George, she smiled. "Sure. Why not?"

Part two:

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yanderes-galore · 8 months

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could I request romantic yandere headcannons for Cole vs. Jay? You mentioned that in one of the headcannons and I've been curious since

It's been awhile since I've written Cole's concept so I'll try to remember what I was getting at with this!

Pairing Mentioned Here (Cole's Concept)

Yandere! Cole vs Yandere! Jay

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Manipulation, Self-destructive behavior, Violence, Forced relationship implied, Slight self-harm implied, Blood, Murder.

I actually have their yandere behaviors written so I will say them here for comparison and some background.

Cole would be Obsessive, Overprotective, Easily jealous/Competitive, Caring, Parental, and Slightly manipulative.

Jay would be Obsessive, Clingy, Manipulative, Protective, Loving, Delusional, and a bit Unstable.

There's a few reasons I said they'd be a chaos pair.

First, I remember early on in the show, Cole and Jay were rivals.

Especially when it came to Nya.

Second, their yandere behaviors are similar already.

Jay is more delusional than Cole while Cole is more oblivious, yet they'd both go to similar extremes for their darling.

They both crave their darling's attention to the point of self-destructive behavior.

I can also imagine they'd be petty and fight often as seen in the show.

I can't imagine the two would share as they're both competitive and easily jealous.

In a way I think they'd both be familial yanderes.

Cole has experience due to taking care of his family at home.

Meanwhile Jay often fantasizes about the idea of marriage, he's also been close with his own parents.

Both ninja are dangerous in their own way, especially towards each other.

Cole will often underestimate his own strength.

While Jay can have a temper and lash out when jealous, potentially getting himself hurt.

These two will quickly need their darling to mediate their fights or they may seriously harm one another.

The moment they realize they like the same darling, working as a team becomes increasingly difficult.

They both try to win you over with gifts and flirting varying in quality.

Often their fight are verbal thankfully... but it can escalate if no one keeps an eye on them.

The two may say they want to kill each other, but I highly doubt they will.

Best not to take any chances, however-

Both yanderes adore physical affection, which will lead them to trying to staying with on or the other in private.

I can imagine one of them trying to be close to you, maybe a half cuddle if you allow it, but they have to lock the door because the other's trying to break it down (and may succeed).

Their rivalry is a dangerous competition.

While they may have been friends at one point in time, this rivalry like most rivalries could strain things.

It would sadly be up to darling most of the time to remedy the situation.

Even if you tried to distance yourself from them by saying you hate it when they fight, they may just blame one another.

Both yanderes are vulnerable to your crying and may stop to cheer you up.

Yet most of the time they're trying to coax you away from one another.

Everything from lies to faking injuries.

Getting hurt for you, self-inflicted or not, is worth it if you pay attention to them and not their rival.

I feel for the most part they're petty and jealous with some fighting here or there...

Although it can quickly dip into something darker....

If one of them killed the other, it's most likely by accident.

But there's that slight chance it could be on purpose.

Cole is understandable with his strength, he tries to ignore his violent urges but Jay pushes him.

He'd be the one more likely to accidentally kill Jay.

When it comes to Jay, due to his delusional behavior, I feel he's more likely to try it on purpose than Cole.

Then he'll be the one more likely to make it seem like self defense, after all, how could you tell the difference with all the blood?

Cole would be the one to be in shock of what he's done, but there's a slight feeling of relief.

If any of this escalates to this point, they both know you'll be scared.

But there's no need to worry, they'll take care of you now.

Now... there's no more fighting!

Now you can be happy... together... forever!

#yandere ninjago #yandere jay #yandere jay walker #yandere cole #yandere cole brookstone #yandere ninjago jay #yandere ninjago cole

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jadeazora · 2 months

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My versions of Lysandre and Sycamore headcanon (with some Diantha and Malva too)

Lysandre

One of his biggest pet peeves is those who have a slobbish demeanor about them, he absolutely hates sloppiness

Is quite musically talented (violin and piano)

Classy drunk, keeps his shit together a lot better than Sycamore

Pan, appreciates the beauty of all sexes and genders, has had an on/off thing with Sycamore before and is currently dating Malva, biggest celebrity crush on Diantha tho (she turned him down)

Diantha knows he's trouble, all of the 🚩🚩🚩 vibes on-sight.

His whole relationship with Malva is her going "I can make him worse lol 😈" (this is a woman who, in Masters, stood by and smiled as he implicitly executed two Rocket grunts. There's something definitely wrong with her too.)

Roughly the alignment chart we're looking at:

All manner of misfortune (violence, murder, madness) runs in the family, originating around the time of AZ and the Ultimate Weapon, seen as something like a curse, particularly on the male side. As such, Lys is the last of AZ's descendants.

Dealt with those sorts of intrusive thoughts by becoming a philanthropist in an attempt to counteract them, but it ended up having the opposite effect, fueling them and making them worse instead. (He was always destined to fall.)

He had convinced himself of a feeling of disconnect with him using the Ultimate Weapon and those that would die, but he would end up becoming directly responsible for the death of the one who became the Lumiose Ghost Girl. It wasn't initially his intention to kill her, he wanted to try to convince her to not go public over the Holocaster's spyware/Flare's schemes, and wasn't able to, leaving him with little other choice than to silence her. (He's unaware of her haunting, or that she's looking for him.) Probably the closest he's been to realizing he needed to STOP, but Malva was the worst person he could have called to confess to.

Has committed orchestrated a few murders "disappearances" since tho (some himself, some by other members of his organization, they're functionally a secret police), there were some people becoming more aware of Flare's activities and presence. It's said to be unsafe going into certain areas of Lumiose City at night.

Despite things between them being strained, still would prefer trying to save Sycamore and the children as "chosen ones", by force if he has to. They have to come around eventually that things were better for the future this way, right?

Sycamore:

Is an absolute, clumsy menace on rollerskates. Has nearly cracked a rib more than once.

Lysandre gifted him those bright red-orange socks

Party drunk. More than once, Lys has had to half-drag, half-carry him to his Cafe before to get him something to help sober him up

Seriously, do not trust this man with any alcohol

Sina and Dexio have also had to deal with this (they do get "apology pay")

Disaster bi, disaster magnet (probably what attracted him to Lysandre in the first place)

Diantha had (quietly) warned him about Lysandre, while the man was in the room, while they were dating. Sycamore just mentally standing there dying from awkwardness.

Masks a more jaded streak from failing to dissuade Lysandre of his misanthropic views, and plays oblivious when they're around each other now. (He's also somewhat aware of Lysandre's end goal, tho not really of the "when" or the "how.")

He's not at the point where he wants his old friend dead despite his awareness of Lysandre's intentions, but there is the looming horrifying thought that it just might be in Kalos's best interest if he were. He hates it, especially that he's not strong enough a Trainer to stop Lysandre himself.

Not sure if learning of Lysandre/Flare "disappearing" a few people would be enough to push him over the edge fully on that tho. (He still harbors some feelings that he's been trying to shove down.)

It really bothers him having Calem and Serena basically fight his battle there, there's a good amount of self-loathing over his failure to talk some sense into his friend and that the kids are doing the adults' job.

#lysandre #team flare #professor sycamore #pokemon xy #pokemon x and y #elite four malva #champion diantha #augustine sycamore #perfectworldshipping #is just so rife with emotional drama #game ain't take advantage of it #but i totally do

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jerzwriter · 2 months

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Thank you so much to @stars-are-within-me for sending this prompt from this list for Jessica and Casey. I'm sorry it took me a while, but it sounds like the timing may have been good for you. I hope you enjoy it. Sending big hugs. 🩷🩷🩷

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Casey MacTavish (F!MC) x Jessica Phillips (F!OC) Words: 934 Rating: Teen Summary: When the couple step out to celebrate Jessica's achievement, Casey gives her a gift that money could never buy. A/N: @choicesfebruary2024 Eros/Philia

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The second floor laboratory of the Johson Pavillion rarely saw this type of energy. Sure, med school students were enthusiastic, but their energy could never rival that of the second graders in Jessica’s after-school program. The enrichment program began three months before; she built it from the ground up despite the naysayers who swore she never make it work. Now, not only was it working, but Thursday had become her favorite day of the week; more importantly, it was her student’s favorite day, too.

The very students who were currently creating utter chaos as they wrapped up their projects and gathered their belongings for dismissal. But Jess had it under control, standing in the center of it all with a goofy grin she couldn’t hide if she tried. She wasn’t sure if the lingering scent of chemicals, the buzz of the fluorescent lighting, or the excited chatter providing this natural high, but it felt too good to question. Perhaps this is what fulfillment felt like.

Across the room, Casey beamed with pride as she put away the last microscope, offering a little wink when she caught her girlfriend’s eye. With the last of the students headed out the door, she thought they’d finally get a moment alone when a tsunami of curls bedazzled with colorful barrettes bounced past her, and two arms wrapped her arms around Jessica’s waist in a tight embrace.

“Goodbye, Ms. Phillips!” the young girl grinned as her mother shuffled back into the lab, quickly taking her daughter by the hand.

“Now, Cassandra! You already said goodbye to Ms. Phillips! Don’t you think she might want to go home now?”

“It’s fine,” Jess grinned. “She did a great job today. I think you may have a future doctor here!”

“I’ve never seen her this excited about science,” the mom nodded. “Cassondra says the way you teach makes it fun.”

“It is,” Casey agreed. “I sure wish I had a teacher like Ms. Phillips when I was in school.”

“Well, your enthusiasm makes it easy.” After giving Cassandra a side hug and a high five, Jess returned to mindlessly wiping the tables, utterly oblivious to Casey’s adoring stare. Her cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink when their eyes finally met.

“What are you smiling at,” Jess blushed.

“Oh, that’s easy...” Casey said, crossing the room. “I’m smiling at you. Because I’m so proud of you!”

“Oh, stop,” Jess dismissed, but Casey wasn’t having it.

“I most certainly will not! This whole program was your idea; I know how hard you fought to see it through. Now, look at those kids! They look forward to coming here to learn more after a full day in school. Look, I was a nerd, but I’m not sure I would have even signed on for that... but you have them loving it and running back in to hug you before they leave.” She brushed a loose tendril away from Jess’s face, her eyes filled with adoration. “You are perfect.”

If Jess’s cheeks had turned pink before, they were nothing short of crimson now.

“Stop it,” she sputtered. “It’s... it’s nothing.”

With a scolding expression, Casey pulled her close. “I most certainly will not stop! You deserve all the accolades for pulling this off. Seriously, Jess...you earned this! Just pretend you have a penis for a moment.”

“Wait...What?” Jess laughed.

“I mean it... can you just imagine if you were one of the guys. Imagine Manny or Josh, or... god forbid Dirk... if any of them were in your shoes, they’d be running to the Dean’s to tell them how magnificent they are... how lucky the program is to have them... you need to start doing that. You have every right to be proud of your achievements. Don’t ever diminish them.”

Jess looked down between them, slowly raising her eyes to Casey’s again. “I... I think you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. Now, let me treat you to dinner to celebrate.”

“Casey... you don’t have to...”

“Uh-uh-uh.... PENIS! Pretend you have a penis!”

“All right,” Jess laughed heartily. “All right, you can take me out to celebrate, hon. What did you have in mind?”

“If we’re celebrating you, it’s your pick.”

“All right...sushi? I’ve been dying to go to Hayashi.”

“Sushi?” Casey teased. “I offer you a free meal of your choice... and you want raw fish and seaweed?”

“It’s delicious, you heathen!” Jess insisted. She playfully pushed Casey away to retrieve their coats from the closet. “I’ll get you to like it yet.”

“No, you won’t.”

Jess helped Casey into her coat, spinning her around to place a peck on her lips when she was done. “Oh, yes. I will!”

“Fine! Sushi it is.”

“Yey,” Jessica clapped. “And by the time we go home, you’ll like it, too!”

“I probably will,” Casey surrendered. “How do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?”

“I can’t tell you that!” Jess winked. “A girl’s gotta have some secrets. Besides, if I told you my secret was the scent of the lemon cleaning fluid and the buzz of the fluorescent lights getting you under my control, it wouldn’t sound terribly romantic, would it?”

Casey rolled her eyes with a grin. “No. And it doesn’t sound like that would work, either.”

She extended her hand, and their finger intertwined. They were about to step outside when Jess came to stop.

“Case... thank you... I.. I am proud of myself, and it means a lot to me that you’re proud of me, too.”

“Jess, I was proud of you before this... but now? I think you’re a rock star.”

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vampi-fixx · 2 years

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seven deadly sins; valentine’s day dates ft. meliodas, ban, and king

tw: meliodas’ is suggestive at end. 18+

meliodas

the dragon’s sin of not showing he cares enough

He’s really not the romantic type, in the sense of flowers, chocolates, or declarations of love. Meliodas’ brand of romance is a shared beer by the fireplace, inside jokes, and knowing glances. But if you make enough of a fuss about it, dropping hints here and there, he’ll make you breakfast in bed.

Which would be cute… if the Captain wasn’t infamous for his terrible cooking skills. The pancakes he makes look absolutely delectable, but one bite has you wanting to hurl. But hey, he tried! That’s how most of his romantic endeavors go—down south.

Even if you say how much you want flowers and such, Meliodas acts oblivious. Or maybe he really is oblivious. His thinking is, if you really want flowers so much, you silly thing, why don’t you get them yourself? He doesn’t see the need for trite displays of romance; isn’t it enough that he loves you in his own way? If you persist though, he will show up with a bushel of flowers for you. Literally, the entire bush, roots and all.

While he’s sorely lacking in the romance department, you do notice that your tasks have mysteriously disappeared throughout the day. Chores? All done. Cooking for the Boar Hat? He’s got Ban on it. Feeding Hawks? His bowl is full of scraps the entire day. Meliodas may not be great at showing you he cares, but that’s kind of how he likes it. He shows his love by doing things for you in the background, without you even realizing it.

It takes a comment from King or Ban (“For a guy who’s so popular with the ladies, you think he’d be less clueless,” or a “Pfft, and you said I was unromantic?”) before Meliodas has the idea to ask you if you would prefer he gets you gifts, or grants you sappy declarations of affection. It’s not really his style; he prefers to keep the lovey-dovey talk under close quarters, But perhaps you notice Meliodas hovering closer by your side, his arm draping over your shoulders. These seem like casual shows of affection, but Meliodas only gets touchy with people he feels strongly for.

Once the day is over though, and you’re teasing Meliodas about his utter lack of grandiosity, he’s genuinely confused.

“Oh, do those things really matter to you? I didn’t know.”

As you splutter in indignation, Meliodas adopts a thoughtful expression.

“Huh. Sorry about that.” He sends you a crooked grin. “The... day isn’t over though. Want me to make it up to you?”

Your Valentine’s day ends with with a bang--or rather, banging. Ban, whose room is next door, complains about how you two need to learn to turn down the volume if he’s going to get any shut-eye.

ban

the wily fox sin who loves one thing more than treasure

Ban gets a kick out of teasing you about the holiday, especially if you’re excited about it.

“Valentine’s Day, huh? You got a boyfriend or somethin’ to spend it with?”

He plays coy. He acts like he has nothing planned, because he likes seeing you get worked up about it. Of course, he knows there are expectations around the holiday, and he knows that you have expectations for him, but he wants to hear you say it.

He yawns, rolling over onto his side and trapping you underneath him. As usual, Ban sleeps entirely nude, and the press of the hard lines of his body against yours has you flustered momentarily. He notes your embarrassment with a smirk, trailing a finger across your cheek idly. “What’s the big deal, anyways? Isn’t it just like any other day?”

You argue back, that it’s not just any other day, and Ban snorts, rolling his eyes.

“What I mean, babe, is... don’t I love you enough every day? Why do I gotta prove it?”

He acts like it’s an annoyance, but he already planned on making you your favorites for breakfast. Ban can make a solid 5-star meal out of any ingredients, but it isn’t until Gowther mentions his particularly good mood, and speculates upon it, that you find out it’s his birthday as well.

“Ban! Seriously? Were you even going to tell me?”

He shrugs. “Like I said, it’s not like it’s a special day.”

But knowing that it’s his birthday makes you determined to do something special for him. It takes you all day to find the connections, but you manage to find him vintage ale imported from three towns over.

Ban is surprised to see a gift. He really does mean it when he says that he doesn’t expect anything special; his birthday was hardly a big deal for most of his life. If it weren’t for the fact that it coincided with a holiday, he would most likely forget it was a thing.

“Tch, I said you didn’t have to get me anything.” The edge to his words are softened by the tender look he gives you, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Twerp.”

Sappy declarations of love come easier to Ban, because for him, they aren’t embarrassing. They’re just his honest, unfiltered feelings.

“I’m lucky enough to have you in my life as it is.”

king

the fairy king who’s a hopeless romantic

King doesn’t even realize that it’s a human holiday until he’s strolling around town with Elizabeth and he comments on all the red and pink decor, the flowers in every window.

When she informs him, he nearly falls off Chastiefol’s floating pillow form.

“What?! I had no idea it was a holiday!”

He’s freaking out. Why didn’t you tell him? Did you really have such low expectations of him? How could he not have known?

“W-Why didn’t you tell me it was a special day?” he wails once he finds you. You giggle. “I had no idea! I don’t want you to think I didn’t–I didn’t care.”

Fairy-human relations are already complicated; much less when holidays exist in one tradition and not the other. Thankfully, King is a romantic at heart, and even if he wasn’t, fairies have their own holiday that involves cherishing their loved ones. He draws from that tradition in finding you the perfect gifts.

He darts all over the country to collect an assortment of flowers, each with their own meaning, all of them speaking to deep adoration and affection. King also collects fresh berries and makes you an array of pastries and sweets. The usually lazy Grizzly Sin of Sloth exerts himself more than he has in awhile, all to prove the depths of his feelings for you.

By the time he presents his gifts to you, the sun is going down, and King struggles to catch his breath. But then he presents to you the scene: a picnic for two laid out in the clearing of a forest, where the sun’s rays catch just right on the foliage surrounding you.

King is absolutely relieved when you take kindly to the pastries and flowers. He’s a bit shy to give you his last gift though, a collection of poems and lyrics about you that he’s been compiling. He’s too nervous to recite them out loud, so he hides one of the notes inside your bouquet of flowers, his face turning redder than the sunset once you read it, and express your adoration.

The rest of the day is spent cuddling on Chastiefol, King tucking one of the flowers behind your ears, and you doing vice-versa.

#meliodas x reader #ban x reader #king x reader #sds x reader #seven deadly sins x reader #sds imagine #sds thots;#tati writes

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jellojelli · 11 months

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Venti, Itto, Xiao, and Zhongli: Injured Reader

A/N: My back is currently ~killing~ me so what better way to cope than writing for some of my fave boys in Genshin

Venti🎐

Honestly if the injury isn’t serious and you got it being stupid he’s laughing at you 100%

Like the doubled over, pointing, and wheezing kind of laughing at you

He of course cares for you and once he’s done laughing will bring you over to Barbra, your house, or to Windrise to relax and rest up

Will “treat” you to some wine later as a way to cheer you up if you drink Diluc will feel bad for you so really it’s his treat but it’s the thought that counts

Now if the injury is serious Venti gets a bit overprotective

While he’s not the strongest Archon around, he’s still an Archon and definitely stronger than he appears

Whatever may have caused your injury (monster or work related) is taken care of by Venti asap

He doesn’t even look at the monster when he destroys it

He’s just solely focused on running over to you and finding a way to pick you up without hurting you more

Venti will get you to Barbra immediately after he’s secured you in his hold and the whole time he looks kind of scary and sad

After you’re healed he feels really bad about it and probably has some issues looking you in the eye

Will apologize for not protecting you sooner and will get hung up on this for a really long time

Please reassure him that it’s not his fault and that he did a good job or he will cry🥺

Arataki Itto👹

Arataki Itto is a drama queen when you get hurt

People would think he’s the one that got hurt instead when they hear about it

Also 6/10 of the times he caused the injury in someway haha

I mean you are the perfect height for getting beetles in certain areas and you don’t have horns that get caught on things so he begs you to please go catch it for him

And how can you say no to those puppy eyes??

Itto feels so bad when you get hurt even if you just end up with a tiny scratch

You will probably have to comfort him and let him know he’s not a bad boyfriend just because you got a splinter while trying to get him a beetle

He will bring you to Kuki against your will and will be oblivious to the deadpan looks from the both of y’all as he rants dramatically about the splinter

Now, if you got seriously hurt there’s two ways this oni reacts

If you got seriously hurt getting a beetle, Itto will very gingerly pick you up and bring you to Kuki or even see if Kokomi can come see you asap

It’s likely in this scenario you either broke your arm or leg or got a huge gash so Itto is worried but not scared if you’ll die

Will 100% beat himself up and go sulk while you heal up

Expect little gifts on your doorstep

Also expect to see horns poking up from a bush not too far away as he watches you

You will have to make Itto come to his sense and let him know you’re not mad at him or breaking up with him over this

Now if the injury was from an enemy

Itto goes a bit crazy on the enemy, literally deleting the thing from existence

Will carry you back to the best healer he can find and gets everyone he can think of to help you

I mean that, he will be running all over Inazuma gathering every person he can think of even if they have no idea what to do

This man doesn’t rest easy until you are back in his arms and smiling again

Will still beat himself up for not protecting you, but he’s easily comforted with head pats and some I love you’s

He might be a little overprotective for a little while after

He just wants you to be safe and never get hurt again🥺

Xiao⛓️

This absolute dork

Treats every injury like it’s fatal if you’re together

Because let’s be honest if you managed to break down Xiao’s walls enough to be with him romantically he’s now hyper aware of the fact you are just a human and omg why are they all so fragile???

Even the slightest and silliest of injuries make him anxious for you because what if you got an infection and died? Or what if his Karma causes it to become worse and you died??

Lots of scolding from Xiao if you’re reckless or accident prone

He’s also a bit touchy on the topic of your lifespan and wellbeing

You will have to reassure this idiot that a paper cut or a sprained wrist isn’t going to be the end of you

Now, if you get seriously injured or sick Xiao almost has the exact opposite reaction to your silly injuries

He’s calm, scary calm

No matter how you got the injury or illness he’s picking you up like you’re made of glass and bringing you to Baizhu and QiQi in a flash

No words, no expression, it’s like he’s on autopilot or some kind of robot

This man will not know rest more than usual until you’re in the clear to go back to the inn with him

You can bet you are not walking or leaving his arms even once after you get the okay to go home

Xiao will probably break character once you’re back in the privacy of his room

There won’t be any tears and he won’t even scold you yet

He’s likely to bury his head into the crook of your neck and just whisper to you how scared he was that he was going to lose you

Whispers it quietly and he only says it once so you might miss it if you aren’t paying attention

Xiao is emotionally constipated at times, but he loves you and worries for you every moment of his day

Zhongli🍷

If your injury is small Zhongli will either just give you a look to convey he’s sorry for you or he’ll just give your boo-boo a lil kiss and move on

And if you got hurt doing something dumb

Lord help you because you KNOW you’re getting the disappointed dad look

Like he won’t say anything and he’ll help you

but he’s giving you the most unimpressed look ever and it hurts worse than being scolded or the cut/bruise

He has little bandaids with flowers on them for sure

Zhongli also may also pull some crazy and weird old wives tales out too, like making a paste out of glaze lilies to stop infections or using stamens of the silk flowers for something

If you get seriously injured on the other hand Zhongli is using some of his archon powers to help you out

He can’t heal you or anything, but if using his powers stops you from getting more injured and can get you to a doctor faster he’ll use them

Will beat himself up for letting you get so hurt

Zhongli knows it’s in human nature to get hurt and he can’t stop every little thing that threatens you

that doesn’t stop him from feeling bad about that tho

Especially because he knows if he just used his powers earlier this may not have happened to you at all

When you wake up you won’t have to comfort him, but you’ll need to tell him to calm down

Zhongli almost becomes like a butler to you

He’s making all the meals, drinks, doing all the chores, and for once he even brought his mora with him when you two went to the harbor

Just feels really bad about what happened to you

It also kills him inside to see his love wrapped in bandages 😭

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #venti headcanons #Arataki itto headcanons #itto headcanons #xiao headcanons #zhongli headcanons #genshin impact venti #genshin impact itto #arataki itto #genshin impact xiao #Genshin impact zhongli

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