#so I commented on it and she chuckled and was like I'M JUST SO DISSAPOINTED IN RICHARD'S MECHANICA

[safyresky]

Y'all I am having a liminal experience at the MILs rn

#she came downstairs like good morning!! and i replied and i asked how she was #and she was like I AM OKAY :) but sounded suprised about it?? #so I commented on it and she chuckled and was like I'M JUST SO DISSAPOINTED IN RICHARD'S MECHANICA #and went on a rant bc for context #the hubbers mechanic back in hometown has winter tires for him from the guy he bought his car from #but the guy with the tires hasn't brought them to the mechanic yet #so the mechanic was like to Richard tomorrow I'll grab em #and Richard was like k cool #but my mil is VERY UPSET at this slight the mechanic has performed against her boy #y'all should've aeen Richard's face #it was a look that screamed curb your enthusiasm dot mp3 #dani speaks #anyway. I'm visiting the hometown for the weekend #hence the quiet!! :)

[obsessedvibee]

Temptress

MDNI, 18+

Pairing: Austin Butler x Evelyn(reader)

Summary: Austin and Evelyn are on vacation in Hawaii and a little teasing game begins. Who can get the other to crack first?

Warnings: teasing, sex against a wall, neck squeezing? i don't wanna call it choking, unprotected sex, p in v, masturbation reference, dirty talk, what's a smut story without a little awkward boner?

Words: 2.5k

Authors Note: When I tell you I had such terrible writers block when trying to come up with the scenes where they tease each other. I don't know why that was so hard for me?? But I know a lot of you were waiting for this (I've never had so many notes on a teaser before! I'm so beyond thankful but now the pressure is a thousand times more I truly hope I don't dissapoint-oh gosh) story to be put out, so alas- here it is.

As always comments and reblogs mean the absolute world to me, so feel free to write your little hearts out or even message me!

But enough from me...enjoy!

The hot Hawaiian sun blanketed her body as she laid out on one of the white beach chairs. The sound of the nearby waves lapping at the sand lulled her buzzing mind. Only thoughts of her husband Austin were present. She was on vacation after all, he SHOULD be the only thing on her mind. 

Austin soon returned with two cocktails in his hands, handing the cold glass to her. She took it in her hands, the condensation dripping onto her thighs, causing goosebumps to form.

She took a generous sip, savoring the sweet flavor on her tongue, the alcohol warming her throat as she swallowed.

“Mm, you’re so hired,” she moaned, taking another gulp.

He chuckled, sitting to face her on the chair beside her. “Does that mean you’ll keep me around for another night?”

A smirk danced on his lips as she pretended to consider her options. 

She eyed him through her glasses, taking in his newly toned body. He’d always been thin, but he bulked up in the last month for his upcoming role. His shoulders were more rounded and his biceps held more shape. The lines of his abs were subtle beneath his skin with a bit of hair topping the waistband of his swim shorts. Her thoughts quickly began to fill with desire. A sudden little playful idea formed in her head.

She waited until his eyes made their way back to her before swiping her tongue along the rim of the glass before going in for another gulp.

His eyebrow twitched in response.

She straightened her posture, “that’s not a very respectable thing to say to a guest, now is it?”

Beneath her confident gaze, her heart pounded in her chest as the words left her mouth. 

He had to crack first. 

“My apologies, ma’am.” He stretched his arms above his head, his biceps flexing.

He didn’t miss a beat. 

He was on to her.

Let the games begin.

Although, she wasn’t sure if any kind of game had started when neither of them made a move in the last hour. But she did know she wanted to cool down and get out of the sun for a bit, feeling a bead of sweat roll down her back. 

“You gettin’ hungry?”

“A little,” she admitted.

He sat up, groaning as he stretched his stiff limbs. 

“You go ahead,” he encouraged, “I’m gonna take a quick dip before I head in.” He nodded his head towards the ocean. 

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his back as he walked right into the water, sinking down just enough to dunk his head before walking back up to shore. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair to slick it back like he was Fabio on some cover of a romance novel.

She was eating up every second of it. 

He looked her way right as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. 

A cool shower sounded incredible. For more reasons than one.

She abruptly stood, refusing to look in his direction, already knowing he had a smirk that was awaiting her gaze. Making her way to the outdoor showers, she gratefully slipped behind the wooden paneling. 

She briefly wondered if he’d follow in behind her.

Flipping the water on, she jumped aside with a shriek as a sudden spray of freezing water hit her.

If her nipples weren’t pebbled up from a moment ago, they sure were now. 

She waited a bit hoping the water would warm some, but quickly realized there wasn’t going to be anything remotely tolerable coming out of the shower head any time soon. 

Turning the spout off, she stepped back out into the heat again, almost welcoming the warmth if it weren’t for the dried sweat that covered her skin. 

“Was that water a little too cold for you?” Austin chuckled as he toweled himself dry. 

“Straight from an iceberg- that's what that was.” She grumbled lightly, watching as his hands moved the towel over his body.

Everything’s always hotter when it’s wet.

“Is that why you’re..” he stuck his pointer fingers out from his chest, nodding to her breasts, “pokey?”

She blushed.

“Or is it just cuz of me?”

“Careful,” she warned, pausing in the doorway. 

He wanted to talk about her boobs? 

She could work with that. 

Reaching for the strings of her bikini top, she pulled them loose letting the bottom fall free. 

He visibly swallowed watching her hands, his throat bobbing.

Oh the power of a little peek-a-boob.

She turned, not able to contain her cheeky grin as she made the snap decision to rid her top as a whole, keeping her back to him as she dropped it to the floor.

“Hey, that’s not-“ he trailed off as she turned to face him with a giggle, his eyes drinking her top half in. “…fair.”

“Anything is fair game, but the first to touch the other person loses.”

He reluctantly brought his eyes back up to hers. She could almost see the tug of war that was going on in his brain of where to look.

“You were going to order dinner for us, weren’t you?” She teased, scooping up her top before beelining it for the shower. 

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It was after dinner, and he had just turned the water off for his own shower. He called her over to him from the bathroom. 

She walked over to find him with just a towel tied low on his hips, standing in front of the clouded mirror. Steam was still hanging in the air from the hot shower, adding to the mood. 

A dark new tan colored his skin from all the time spent on the beach the last few days. Her mouth almost watered as his muscles flexed beneath his skin while he spread shaving cream over his face. 

“Hi,” he greeted, a playful look in his eyes.

A nervous smile pulled at her mouth, “hi?”

“I need your help.”

She raised a brow, “with shaving?”

He nodded, patting the counter with his hand, “come sit.”

“But I can’t touch you?”

He chuckled, handing her his razor, “you’ll have to be careful then.”

She stood frozen for a moment contemplating the challenge. Not wanting to back down she hopped up on the counter, sitting tall. 

His eyes sparkled mischievously, watching as she brought the razor gently to his face. The air seemed electrified as she scooted a little closer, their faces now only a few inches apart. Pressing the blade to his skin, she made the first swipe. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip in concentration as she focused on not slicing his sensitive skin. Her arm almost shaking by the end from the exertion. 

Making the final swipe, she finally realized how close they were, feeling the exhale from his nose. She’d never craved to kiss him so badly before, she could practically feel the warmth of his lips on hers. 

She sudden feel of his towel brush against her inner thigh snapped her out of her lustful haze. Looking down she noticed she wasn’t the only one getting affected. 

She pulled away rather abruptly, quickly hopping off the sink. Straightening her shirt, she looked back at him. The tips of his ears were red, but whether that was from the shower or if he was actually blushing she wasn’t sure. 

“That doesn’t count,” he defended, clearing his throat.

“No?”

He took another towel to his face, “I can’t-“ he looked at her, “control it.”

Taking one more glance down to see the obvious sign of his arousal she was almost light headed with desire just knowing he wanted her just as much. 

She fled before she could lose control and yank him back into the bedroom.

Were there any rules against taking her own pleasure into her own hands?

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Later that night, well after the sun had set, the bonfire crackled weakly as it began to die out between them, only the moon casting a blue glow on the sand. The breeze caused a chill to shiver up her spine, and of course Austin noticed. 

“You cold?”

She reluctantly nodded.

He picked up a stick and poked around in the burnt logs trying to coax a new flame, but only a few extra sparks fluttered up into the air.

“There's some other ways we could keep warm.” The words fell out of her mouth before she could think.

He paused. “Are you forfeiting?”

Her fingers tingled with the desire to touch him.

“Is the temptation too much for you?” She quipped.

They were both fighting for their lives.

“Only ‘cause it comes from you.”

Fuck. 

Damn him and his way with words.

His eyes were like a magnet pulling her to him and she was too weak to pull away. His tongue swiped over his lips, his eyes darting behind her.

“If you put that towel down, I’ll take you right here.” He said, his voice dropping an octave.

She bit her lip, failing to hide her smile as a new warmth spread through her veins for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day.

“Didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.” She slowly reached back for the towel, spreading it open on the sand.

She hardly had time to situate herself down before he was on her.

He hovered his lips over hers, teasing just a bit more. She could feel his breath on her lips. Every inch she moved back, he inched just as far forward. 

“Aus,” she whispered.

“Hmm?” 

“As much as I want to do this right here-“ she inhaled sharply as his lips nearly brushed hers, “-what if there’s paps?”

He pulled away with a heavy sigh.

“C’mon,” she stood, before she took off running as best as she could in the shifting sand, a laugh bubbling past her lips. She just made it past the front door when Austin's arm snaked its way around her waist, “not so fast, baby.”

Her soul cried out in joy as she felt the weight of his touch on her, his warm skin making her nerve endings sing.

He pulled her into him, his front pressed to her back, his head lowering over her shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She laughed some more as his cheek brushed against hers.

“Where do you wanna do this, hm?” He spun her around.

A full grin spread across her mouth as his hands found hers, and he began to toy with their fingers.

“You wanna do this right here?”

She nodded, her heart skipping a beat when he gently pressed her back into the wall of the hallway, his forehead pressed to hers, his blue eyes swirling with lust.

Like a dam that breaks when the flood waters come, so was his desire for her, breaking through in a heavy long awaited kiss; his mouth finally devouring her own.

His hands fumbled with her shirt, his fingers almost trembling. Quickly discarding it to the floor,  his hands began to explore the newly exposed skin, earning a moan when his thumb swiped over her nipple. 

His desperation was contagious. She tugged at his shirt blindly, his mouth the only thing she could focus on.

He took a half step away to pull his shirt over his head, “tell me what you want, Ev.”

She whined, reaching for him, “Aus.”

He raised a brow with a little smirk, “hm? You’ve mentioned it before.” His fingers slotted into the belt loops of her shorts tugging her closer to his warm chest pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Take me against the wall,” she all but whispered.

“There's my good girl.”

His fingers reached down, popping the fly open on her shorts and yanking them down over her hips, landing at her feet. His cock twitched realizing she had been pantyless the whole evening. 

Ridding himself of his own shorts, he quickly hoisted her up, gripping her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his already stiff length brushing teasingly at the inside of her thigh.

They both fumbled for a moment trying to get him in her, the angle proving to make things difficult, “put your leg down for a sec-“

Lowering her leg carefully back to the floor, freed up his hand and he quickly positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside. She inhaled sharply as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

“God, I don’t think I can ever get used to that,” she breathed as he eased in, gripping his bicep for dear life.

He gave a few slow strokes, testing the position.

Once he was sure they were stable, he hiked her thigh a little higher around his waist, spreading her open just that much more. Slotting his mouth over hers, he reached a hand up to squeeze her breast, coaxing a moan out of her. His hips began to piston faster, jolting her into the wall with each thrust. 

“Can you-“ a particularly hard thrust caused her to stutter. “A-Aus.”

His eyes darted to hers, his hips stopping. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop,” she whined, pulling at the hairs at the bottom of his neck, “-need you deeper.”

“Shit- yeah?” He reached down, getting her to wrap her other leg back around his waist. 

A wanton moan danced in his ears from her mouth as he sunk even deeper into her, “fuck, yeah.”

He pressed her harder into the wall, hips working double time, panting heavily in her ear as he held her, his fingers digging into the skin of her thighs. Sweat began to form across his forehead from the exertion, dampening his hair. Little groans began to fall from his mouth as their passion progressed, unable to contain it all inside.

A sudden impulse came over him and his hand reached up to her neck, squeezing gently. Her eyes widened as he locked his eyes to her, pressing their foreheads together. He slowed his thrusts, taking his time making her writhe with every push of his hips into her. 

“Baby-“ she mewled, clawing her fingernails into his shoulders.

He could feel her tightening as her climax quickly  approached. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” 

She squeezed tighter with her legs, her fingers tugging harder at his hair, pulling a grunt out of his throat. 

“Give me a good one, c’mon.” 

She held her breath as her high took hold, her walls spasming around his length.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled as he felt her squeeze every part of him as her climax hit. He quickly fell into his own orgasm, his blue eyes rolling back. His cock spilled heavily inside of her, painting her walls white with a low moan.

As her limbs loosened, her walls continued rhythmically milking every last bit from him until he was completely soft, quickly slipping out of her as he carefully let her down.

“Just so you know,”  she said between breaths, “you lost.”

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[sunny6677]

Spooky Month: The Dating Sim

Part 24

(I'm mainly just doing this because it's fun to watch, but this is basically a spooky month interactive thing/poll which is kinda like a dating sim. Of course, only the adult characters can be your love interests. So do take that in mind.)

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You decided to ask him what he wanted to do.

Skid seemed to think for a moment, tapping his foot as his thoughts seemingly raced within his mind. A childish smile them formed on his face. "I know! Let's watch something!"

A little surprised by how eager he seemed, you let out a small chuckle. You then nodded. And with that, the kid slowly turned around, and began to race toward where the living room was. The only thing you could really do was follow behind with a soft smile.

————

Skid and you were now in the living room. You were sat atop the couch, paying attention to the screen. Skid had asked for you to turn on a horror movie, so currently, you were both watching one right now. Your phone was set beside you on the couch, incase anyone would happen to text you. And Skid was sitting on the floor, his gaze fixed on the screen, and his permanent smile remaining on his face through the mask he was wearing.

You were a little unsure about the idea of him watching something like a horror movie despite being so young, yet even so, you had turned it on for him anyway after he managed to convince you. You had to admit, Skid seemed like a pretty brave kid. And he really did seem to like horror-related stuff.

You could hear the faint buzzing of the air conditioning behind the sounds of the TV. The room was lit by the artifical lights from above, the beige walls and the silver floor popping out in vibrant colors. You could feel the coating of the fuzzy couch beneath your palms as you continued to watch the movie. The movie had been a regular serial killer horror movie, where the killer was hunting a group of a bunch of teenage characters no one ever really liked when it came to these movies. Skid seemed like he was enjoying it, so you didn't mind it all that much.

You found a comment slip out from your mouth. In an almost impressed tone, you commented on how he sure liked spooky things. Skid turned his head back to you, and a smile was still present on his face. "Hehe.. yeah! I love everything spooky! Especially spooky month!"

..spooky month, huh? You figured he must have meant Halloween. For whatever reason, you felt the urge to shout "IT-SA SPOOKY MONTH?!" and then proceed to dance. You.. weren't sure why you felt this strange urge, and pushed it back into your mind. You then finally spoke aloud that you could see why he liked it, and that he was a pretty brave kid.

Skid only smiled at that, and set his gaze back onto the movie. You began to turn your attention to the sc—

...you received a text. You could tell, because in the corner of your eye, you received a notification from your messenger app. You then picked up the phone, and took a look at the screen. Seemingly, it had been from Kevin.

"Oh—I get that. Don't worry. I know what it's like to deal with kids lol."

You smiled, and picked up the phone. You sent a message back that only said "Lmao". You then sent another message saying that you hoped he had a nice day at work at least, and that you'd be more available to message whenever you were done babysitting, and that you'd talk to him if you could.

Kevin didn't type anything back. You assumed after a few seconds he was probably busy. So with a sigh, you set down your phone.

Then, Skid spoke up. "Hey! We should get some ice-cream!"

You arched a brow. You thought back to that one oddly muscular man in that van you had a strange encounter with, yet you shook those thoughts away anyway. You only cocked your head to the side as he continued to speak. "And then we should go see my friend!" He beamed.

You thought for a moment on what to do. You didn't want to make Lila upset or anything if she didn't want him to go out. But you didn't want to dissapoint him either.

#spooky month #kevin spooky month #skid spooky month #spooky month: the dating sim

[rw47vr-key]

you are not terrible at writing, you take that back. so, anyway. here's the prompt.

Pairing: Jessy x Richy. Genre: Something cute, I hate tears.

“I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You’re not doing anything.” “But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?”

One condition

◗ 　Summary: Jessy gets unexpected surprises in single night ◗ 　Genre: Fluff, idiots in love ◗ 　Warnings : none, I guess ◗ 　A/N: Rene, I'm incredibly sorry , this is SO late🥲. The story took it's own path without my approval😭.Please go easy on me, this is the first time I've written pure fluff, lmao(I'm not lying). And thank you so so much for sending in, dear! ❤❤ (I'm never going to take that back, what I said is 100% true😜) Thank you for reading in advance! 💕 Wishing you all a lovely day/night!💝

Dashing to the hall from her kitchen, Jessy peeked eagerly at the phone that gave a notification. Dissapointed, she sat in the sofa,crossing her hands over her chest.

"Should I just wait for another 10 minutes? ", she pouted.

"Alright,I'll distract myself",she said taking her phone lazily, and texted her best friend.

~

She jumped to her feet and headed towards the entrance, wondering who would be there at late night.

When she opened the door for them, her jaws dropped in disbelief.

"Richy! Wow, You're home early! ", she couldn't help but smile at his sudden arrival.

Richy walked past her and yanked his shoulder bag, with his head down. Jessy closed the door , confused.

He turned around facing her and put his hands up. " I'm finally home! ", and he giggled like a kid back from school.

"Haha What are you doing?.Cute.", Jessy let out her thoughts aloud and immediately covered her mouth embarrased. Lucky her, he didn't notice.

But she noticed something strange, he hasn't responded to her from the beginning.

"Honey, had your dinner? ", he asked Jessy, interrupting her thoughts. She picked up his bag and stepped forward to remove his jacket.

"Umm, no? Hav-", and just like that, he pulled her hand, barging into the kitchen.

" Richy! What has gotten into you?! ", Jessy opened her lid of turmoil, but what she received back from him was a genuine apologetic face. That drastically made her guilty.

" I'm preparing your favourite dish for dinner, and you're gonna watch", he said, looking for a pan and the ingredients in the cupboard.

"Richy..You don't know the recipe...", Jessy said, hiding her flushed cheeks. The chaos he caused a few seconds ago perished from her mind.

" I learnt it for you. It's not like I'm doing this to please you, I'm planning to see you happy 24x7.And I'm never giving up on that, understand? ", he replied with an oblivious smile, not realising what he does,lets her heart skip a beat, again and again.

"Oh my…I mean, I'll atleast help you", she remarked as she treaded, but she halted at the sight of his attempted cooking.

" Are you drunk, babe? ", she faked a frown, suppressing her laugh that would break out anytime.

"I'm not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?", he babbled, squinting his eyes.

" You're not doing anything", Jessy commented and gestured him to look what stunt he was playing.

Richy was successfully pouring water into an empty pan.

"Ah, a bowl, a bowl is what I need now", he said innocently, scratching his neck. Jessy pecked a kiss in his cheeks, and hugged him.

Having him endlessly bound to her side all her entire life, she knew really well how and who can guide her to the paradise of happiness; Richy, obviously.

She also knew,he wasn't doing this because of not being sober. This became an opportunity to know a lot more of his true feelings. Yet, she wanted to tease him a bit. "So,you are drunk. No wonder you were so romantic today", she sighed.

He finally hugged her back, saying" What do you mean, today? I am always romantic, when it comes to you", he released his hug and winked.

"Gosh, that's cheesy", she chuckled for which he argued again that he wasn't.

In the middle of that, he asked , " How about baby? ".

" Baby? How can… You're already talking about a baby? ", Jessy was too much shocked that she kept mumbling 'baby' with her eyes wide open.

“But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?”, he pondered.

" I.. I don't understand. You sent it?? ", she blinked for a while, and the fact behind his words flashed before her eyes.

" No way! You're talking about the puppy I told you about! Are you really going to buy a puppy? For me? ", she screamed and shook his hands in excitement.

" Yes! Yes! Hold on, honey. I swear that I asked the shop owner to bring the puppy to you, yesterday", he said, taking out his phone and scrolled to check the online website.

"Damn! ", he hissed running his hands through his hair and said, " I mentioned the day wrongly".

"Why, is that going to be a problem? ", she asked impatiently.He linked his fingers to hers, and shook his head.

" I felt awful when you went on saying you missed me,while texting", he stuttered and squeezed her hands.

He continued, "So I hastily informed the owner to send the puppy earlier..What I originally wanted was ,us to go in person and get the puppy. I thought you were angry with me and waited for your chat, whole day. Hahaha, that's how I ended up getting drunk and returning sooner, but don't yell at me,I made sure to finish my job, pinky promise".

Jessy remained quiet, and Richy panicked internally. "I did something silly, I know. I'm so sorry, Jessy", he sighed, wandering his eyes to interpret the reaction in her face.

" I forgive you, my silly lover. But on one condition", she looked serious and he nodded , ready to listen to whatever his dream girl asks for.

"How many hours are you planning to stand in the kitchen and talk? ", she whispered.

He went blank for a second and then added, "I don't understand the condition.Can you ,maybe, explain it? "

She narrowed her eyes and huffed. "Nevermind.I am going to make dinner".

"What? No! Please! Come on,Jessy! I really don't understand! What is that you want? ",he whimpered following her everywhere around the kitchen.

.・゜-: ✧ :-»»——⍟——««-: ✧ :-゜・．

A/N: If if you(those) were as clueless as Richy, well, it's fine, it's okay. 👀Yeah, MC's cameo role, I don't know how they ended up here. Let me know what you think about this! 💝

#duskwood #renneiscent #duskwood fandom #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fanfiction ask #richy duskwood #jessy duskwood #duskwood richy x jessy #writings☆ #didn't even proof read😭

[filypadreams]

Ruggie's BirthdayBash!

Shiki's gift?

After an interview that went from melancholic to comedic to nostalgic (in that order) and learning of Ruggie's birthday philosophy that goes something like:

" Celebrate others birthday in hopes of getting lots of even better stuff on yours!"

Honestly, Shiki couldn't judge. If possible she would do the same but getting gifts to every student and pleasing them at the same time…

" Sounds more expensive than intellectually and emotionally draining, I could never give something without thought. Not to mention I suck at handmaid stuff."

" But you have to admit it's a nice scheme~ Grim-sama shall make the most of everyone's festivities for when my time comes! And you are joining Shiki, I want the double of tuna cans on my Bash!"

"But I just said I'm bad with these stuff…"

They discuss as the others dig in some doughnuts, mostly Ruggie though. How jelly~.

Anyways after that and hearing about last year's baseball cake throw from Jade that surprisingly didn't put Ruggie into a coma or with any cranial traumatism (which I'm sure the average human would get), I, Shiki Butterfly, was at a loss.

" I should have done a more thorough research but I wasn't expecting to get excited over another Bash right after Vil's. Which maybe I wasn't as festive as I should have been…"

Is it because Ruggie is a simple sophomore instead of a freshman? He is younger than Vil and so like a little brother? I never had any siblings, wondering how that works.

"Oi, Shiki! Can we eat something now?"

"Ah, sure. I…I guess I'll save my gift for the after party or something."

" Hmm…Don't tell anyone else I said this but…they are cool. And probably practical enough so stop fretting and let's dig in!"

I chuckle at Grim's insistence and gluttony. Hopefully there are still doughnuts left and not just cronuts. Although if those have European influences they might feel nice~.

" Yo! Anything left for the interviewer this year?"

" There's enough for a whole neighborhood, he hehe! But you two better start taking eating what you can get your hands on, don't wanna the vultures to steal everything~"

" And who would these vultures be? The creepy twins?"

Jade and Floyd eerily smile as if ignoring that comment.

We better lock our doors tonight.

I take a handful and shove one in Grim's mouth.

" If I end up as shark bait under the sea, I'm letting them swallow you first."

"Glaghhhmph!!"

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It's early evening. A few more gifts were open, the last bits of food saved for later and the venue is thinning out. Savanaclaw is not as inviting as Pomefiore, who would have guessed.

" So, what are waiting for? Thanks for coming and all, but I'm kicking you out once my nap time arrives."

" L-Leona-senpai! You surprised me, oh my…"

I put a hand on my chest, Leona always managed to put me on edge, even if he could be cute when he gets flustered.

" Ah, well… I guess I'm on…whatchamacallit? Crossroads! Ya. That."

" Well, you better chose one. Tomorrow comes soon and by then it would be awkward to offer any gift. Although not unheard of…"

Leona adds with a knowing smug, characteristic of him. I'm aware he is aware which makes me feel like speaking on the same level would be more efficient and welcomed.

"Wouldn't want to beat around the bush, would we?"

" Did you say something?"

" Nothing too important. I just… feel this might be worthless in comparison. I hate dissappointing."

" So you never think for yourself? I might not be the best person to talk to about meeting expectations but you won't find a better dissapointment. Do not quote me on that. Dissapointing would be never giving that and have wasted money on something you found to be precious one way or another. Wasting resources cuz you are being selfish is actually pretty sad to be honest. You are basically giving yourself to the jaws of a beast."

" … when you put it like that-"

Leona yawns and stretches.

" This conversation just started and I'm already bored to death. I'm taking my nap half an hour earlier after all. So skedaddle with whatever you have to do."

And with that he turns his back waving me off as he walks away.

" I wonder if someday we'll be able to have a normal casual conversation."

I ponder in a meek voice.

" Oii~ Shiki-kun you almost forgot your pet!"

" P-pet?! My name is Master Grim and that's my henchman-"

" Ya ya, been there heard that. Yosh! "

He ends by throwing Grim with a Spelldriver expertise into my outstretched arms. To which I clumsily manage to use to catch the demon cat thing.

" Hey! What's with throwing me around…"

Grim almost seems teary eyes. He is probably too tired to argue back.

" Go to sleep Grim, I'll call you to dinner when we go back to Ramshackle. Thanks Ruggie. Ah… omedeto! It's…never too much I guess."

" Apreciated. Ya know, you should probably hang out more with your Heartslabyul friends, they seem social enough. I mean, because you are socially awkward, you are aware right? "

Ruggie slowly starts doubting his own words but still delivers them with a nonchalance unique to him.

" I would but, between us? I'm afraid I would lose brain matter the longer I am around them!"

We both laugh.

" Uhm, before you go! Or before the celebrations end… here. It's my gift. It's small but I found it to be perfect at the time. I feel like you could use them."

I nervously extend a hand after fishing for the long yet slim box on my backpack. With a cute purple ribbon but otherwise a yellow animal themed wrapper. The childish looking ones.

Ruggie looks at me slightly surprised by my abruptness and then looks at the box, carefully taking it out of my hand. He starts shaking it close to one of his giant ears, but not too close just in case.

" Thanks! I did notice I couldn't find one of yours in the pile but I thought it could have been my mistake or…you simply didn't plan much since you were responsible for the interview. Hmm… this sure feels light and there's a few thund sounds but they are so soft. I wonder what's inside! "

He continues playing the guessing game, inspecting the box from side to side, smelling it which looked less weird than I thought it might.

" I'm afraid you'll never guess until you actually open it. Just do it quick though I dont like the sound or look of destroyed paperwrap, haha…"

I laugh nervously scratching left arm.

" Then I guess I'll try to be careful. Usually the kids back home don't even take one single breath before ripping stuff with how impatient they are."

" Or excited?"

" Exactly! Cute cheetahs by the way."

He adds, using his claw to carefully cut the wrapper, full of cartoonist cheetahs.

" Yah, I couldn't find hyenas. Plus cheetahs are my…second or maybe first favourite animal!"

" I was hoping I could find an hyena type person for once…"

" When it comes to mammals of the savana? I gained a certain admiration for hyenas, not gonna lie. Specially after watching that movie based on the other Great Seven."

" Ah, the Lion from Royal Sword Academy one? Not a bad movie although the story has a few big differences from our version. It's so weird."

" I find it incredible! T-that there are two sides of the story. I once read a book like that about the… Beautiful Queen! That's her title, I always forget these~ And then the Maleficent movie became a hit and part of the historical canon which makes you see the villain as more than just… an evil fairy who threw a tantrum because no one wanted to invite her, as rude as that is."

" The Thorn Fairy? You sure are bold talking about such a figure so nonchalantly. You should share more about your…world or whatever someday. Ah! Got it. Do you want the wrapper? "

He offers the neat paper and my heart jumps of happiness. He took such good care of it! I'm honestly glad and surprised by how neat it looks.

" Sure. Thanks. Open it!"

" Alright, alright, what's the hurry- "

" Oi, is that herbivore still here?! "

Comes to booming, tired voice of Leona which prompts Ruggie to open the box as he nods at me in sudden understanding.

" Oh. These are…badges? "

He inquires picking two of the patches curiously. A glaced doughnuts one and one of a yellow heart that says 'Back off'.

" Velvet patches actually! Ahm…I never worked with then closely but I used to see then a lot back in middle school. They won't probably be useful when mending something like clothes but they will hide the mending on jackets, maybe some shirts and if course backpacks~! And in a cool way cuz they'll know the stuff is mended and you hust have an awesome patch covering it! Like you know…rebels and maverick like people, those who fight the system or don't care about what ithers think and that just makes them cooler… I'm rambling!"

" …I dunno what maverick means but these are neat! Thank you."

" Y-you actually like them?!"

" Of course, any gift is a good gift as long as it isn't spoiled food. It's not valuables but it's something I will certainly use. What do you think those on my varsity jacket are?! They are the originals but it took some work putting them back in place~ "

He smirks and then sighs wistfully at the memory.

I just smile, feeling more relaxed after giving his gift.

" I'll have to check them better tomorrow. Which should I use first…? "

" Sure. I better go anyways…if Grim managed to fall asleep, I'm sure Leona already is and won't be happy if we are still here. Have a great rest of the day Ruggie-senpai!"

" Of course! Thanks for coming! Smell ya next year Shiki-kun~ "

" Ha.Ha. Beastmen joke… well jokes on you, I'll smell ya tomorrow during lunch break! And you won't get my food this time!"

" That's what you wish~ She he he! "

And with that I finally depart, heading to Ramshackle.

Meanwhile as Ruggie busies himself with keeping his new stuff safe…

" That herbivore is finally gone? Ahhh…I thought they would take forever to give you that. What's the big deal… "

Leona grumbles, still half awake leaning in the wall closest to the exit of Ruggie's den.

" I knew you would still be awake Leona-senpai~ Don't be too harsh now. Kantokusei has a hard time connecting with people. They are insightful though… they also don't have the best cunning of minds but you'll learn they have a certain sly attribute to them. That's how she is able to socialize in the end."

" Are any of those pronouns correct? "

" Here I am trying to 'sing praises' about the subject of our conversation and you ask that. Sure, she is fine with 'they'. People tend to forget since this is a boy's college so she doesn't bother."

" I simply got an headache from all the changes. Hmph. I knew she had something good to give you. She worries too much. Good night Ruggie, try not making too much noise."

So Leona decides to lay right there. In Ruggie's carpet.

" Wah-?! B-but we still didn't have dinner yet!"

" Too loud…"

Leona growls before rolling on his side.

Ruggie sighs.

" Course. Sleep well, Leona-senpai."

#twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #ruggie x oc #birthday bash #minor spoilers #fluff #shikibutterfly

[zuffer-weird-girl]

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"Please forgive us for the mess old friend. I couldn't take the time to wash up this place."

"I can see that." Chisaki muttered before receiving a glare from the old man as he only rolled his eyes at it.

Aparently this guy right in front of him, clothes a mess and aparently from the looks of it depressed, was not only a loyal to the Hassaikai, but also childhood friends with the man who took him in and called him his own son and sucessor.

Pops had called him as soon as he got the knees he was back from the U.S.A. bussines talk and also getting the advantage to catch up. But that part he wasn't interested in one bit, since he just needed to knew what this man's importance was.

Suddenly a melody, a beautiful one, interrupted the center of the conversation. He never was one to care for much things, but this song... had catched his attention.. somehow.

"Ah, forgive my daughter. She likes to play on her... uh, mandolin I guess, on this hour of the afternoon."

"Oh, the little (L/n)-chan. So her quirk has strings wwith music?" Chisaki immediatly cringed as the male's face dropped with a sigh.

"No pal. My.. my daughter doesn't have a quirk." Golden eyes snapped open at that sentence and for the first time ever since he stepped inside that house.

"A late boomer? She was suppose to have-" pops tilted his face and stopped as his friend waved him off.

"No no... its... it's more like of a problem. (Y/n)... doesn't and won't have a quirk. Ever. She is quirkless my friend."

Quirkless... he hasn't even thought this was possible. It sounded like it was something taken out of books.

But no. It was real.

"Ah, I heard 1 out of 100 kids have that. I'm sorry to hear that it happened to your child." Pops spoke before looking at him "Why dont you go talk with her Chisaki? Maybe some interaction besides Kurono will help you."

He only stared at the old man before getting up with a sigh and just following the sounds of the music coming from the garden behind the house.

As soon as he opened the glass sliding door he saw a girl, with (h/c) flying along with the calm wind, closed eyes as her fingers played the cords but soon it stopped when sudden (e/c) orbs stared right into his which made him subconsciously flinch. A giggled escaped the girl's mouth as he glared at her as she stood up coming near him.

"Hello. What brings you here?"

Silence. He merely blinked as he stared at you with stoic eyes. He expected you to be upset or even to scoff at his actions. But none. You giggled.

You freacking giggled.

"Not one to talk much? That's okay. But... can I at least know your name?"

He didn't know why. He didn't know how...

But his name slipped his lips at the sound of your sweet voice asking his name.

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"You're so lame (L/n)!" He heard a boy's voice and a bunch of cackles as he walked towards your house and stopped when he saw you picking a bunch of notebooks from the ground.

"Yeah! Cant even have a quirk! You're no good huh?!" Another boy with sharp teeth laughed at you as you stood up with a huff.

"You three doesn't have any better thing to do than torment me? I was only out to watch the birds! I left even the school to be home reached because of you guys!"

That was new... his eyes glared holes at the three before a boy pushing you to the ground where you fell on your back.

He saw red.

Before he could even think of. He could feel your arms around him, holding him back from beating even more those brats up as they run away while crying.

"CHISAKI WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU?! STOP IT ISN'T WORTH IT!" your cries woke him more than the feeling of blood on his hands as he shakily exhaled, scoffing as you let him go.

The feeling of your warm around him...

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"Chisaki-kun! Look at this!" He looked up from his book to frown at the white cupcake, decorated with strawberry sauce and some cut fruits on top of the white cream.

"What do you want me to say about it?" He asked sticky as you huffed, cheeks puffed up as you glared at him playfully.

Cute.

"I made this for you silly! Can you at least taste it?" You brought it closer to his face as he soon gave up and took it from your hands to take a hesitant bite. Watching from the corner of his eyes your goofy smile, waiting for his approval like usual.

He swallowed it before giving it back to you without looking at your eyes, which made you drop your mood a bit.

"What is it? Is it.. is it bad?" You looked in dissapointment at the dessert you made before looking up at hearing him sigh.

"No. It tastes fine." You sighed dramatically making him suppress a small smile. "Is just... there is... why are you nice to me in the first place?"

There was a silence before you chuckled and sitted down next to him, knees draw close to your chest.

"Well... remember that fight you got yourself into?" He nodded, finally closing his book and paying fully attention to you "Wasn't it obvious? They were my ex classmates... from being quirkless, it comes the bullying too so.. I.. kinda have no friends?" You laughed sadly as he stared at you before quickly looking away with a blush when you noticed his staring.

"If that helps... I dont have friends either. Is only a distraction anyway." You snorted at his comment.

"What about me and Kurono-kun?" He scoffed while picking his book.

"Block head is an ally... while you.. w-well.." he hidded his tomato face behind the book so you couldn't see his expression "I guess I could make you... my future.. spouse."

He couldn't help but smile triumphantly at your flustered noise you let out at his suggestion.

#chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #kid kai x reader #bnha villains x reader #bnha villains #zuffer writings

[allegra-writes]

“Heartfelt”

Bar musician! Harry styles x Bartender!Reader

General audiences

Warnings: None

Just some Valentine's day fluff with our favorite green eyed boy. Dedicated to @gaycinnamonrollgirl for giving me the idea, and @tomsrebeleyebrow for patiently listening to me endlessly gush about Harry Styles and still being my friend. Happy belated Valentine's day 💖

"You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you somethin'

Lately you've been on my mind..."

Adore you - Harry Styles

...Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine

And I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah…

"Bartender, my good friend! I'll have my usual and a plate of your finest chips, if you would be so kind"

It was closing time when Harry, the local musician, sat in front of you, elbows on the bar you were wiping down while humming to Patti Smith's "Gloria".

You raised an eyebrow at him, but the willowy man could see the slight tremble at the corner of your lips, a tell that you were suppressing a smile.

"I'm afraid the kitchen is closed, mister Styles. Sam left an hour ago."

"Yes yes, but I have it from a very good source he left you a big pile of leftover chips before he did," He accused, "you know, as he does every night..."

You frowned in confusion,

"I thought you hated cold fries. That you found them to be, and I quote, soggy and disgusting" 

"I guess you can say I acquired a taste for them" He shrugged, mischievous green eyes sparkling, "Just like you did for this lowlife songwriter in front of you and the heartfelt conversations you share with him" 

"Did you now?" There was an edge of scepticism in your voice, but you were already disappearing inside the kitchen. 

Harry's heart did a little jump as you didn't immediately deny liking him.

"Hey, Joe" he called out, "why don't you go home? I'll help Y/N close when we're done…" 

There was a deaf noise as a young waiter, the only person left in the bar beside the two of you, set the last chair on top of a table. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I got this" he reassured him, "did it dozens of times. Go home to your girl"

"Thanks, mate!" The second brit practically skipped on his way to the backroom, but turned around just before reaching the door. "Listen, you know I like you, but if you hurt y/n in any way…"

Harry smiled, genuinely. He could never get mad at anyone that protective of you.

"You know where I live. Pick my sister on the way, though. I think she would like to join you."

Joe rolled his baby blues,

"I know you're not a creep. I meant her heart"

"Yeah, me too…"

Whatever your friend saw inside Harry's eyes was enough to convince him. He nodded and left, as the musician got up to lock the front door and turn the "open" sign off. 

If you noticed Joe's absence at your return, you didn't comment on it, simply setting the giant pile of chips and two cans of cherry cola you were carrying, down in front of Harry, who had returned to his seat. 

"Ah, you always have the good stuff!" the sigh that left his lips as he took the first sip of the soda was not unlike the one any of your regulars made after the first taste of something strong after a hard day. 

"Rough night?" 

"Kind of. Good show though, so at least I have that going on for me…" 

"It really was, I'm actually impressed" You had to confess, "And surprised too, it was a bold choice going acoustic on a night like this, with such a big audience," So many people had gathered to see the show that the bouncer had to start rejecting people so you wouldn't have trouble with the fire department "but it definitely worked" 

There was a slight blush on the singer's cheeks when he replied, far more humble than you were used to,

"Well, you know, Valentine's day and all that. The band, all have boyfriends and girls they wanted to spend the evening with…"

You tilted your head,

"And you didn't?" It was hard to believe, when almost every night he played there you would see him leave with a different, always sculptural, painfully perfect girl. Or man. 

Harry didn't reply, choosing instead to stuff his face with stale fries.

"Alright then" You raised your shoulder in surrender, "keep your secrets…"

He squinted in disbelief,

"Did you just quoted The Lord of the Rings at me?"

"Did you just recognize my Lord of the rings quote?" You countered.

"You are such a nerd!"

"Look who's talking, chicken little!" You gestured at his powder blue sweater with a yellow baby chick at the front and herringbone pants. 

"Oi!" His manchester accent popped out, like it always did whenever he lost his cool "I'll have you know, this is Gucci"

You scoffed,

"That doesn't make it any better, it just means that you spent a shit load of money to look like my third grade teacher, mister Harrington!" 

"Ok, first of all," he countered, "your teacher sounds awesome and second-"

An inelegant snort escaped your mouth. Harry's emerald eyes pinned you down. 

"Second of all, you're no one to talk either, kitten hoodie" 

You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks. Praying he couldn't see your blush in the dim light, you took a mouthful of soda to cool you down. 

For a moment, none of you said anything, the sweet notes of Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" the only thing filling the silence.

… Players only love you when they're playing

Women, they will come and they will go...

"Listen, y/n-"

"If I'm being honest-" 

He chuckled,

"I'm sorry, ladies first" 

"Now I'm not sure if I wanna tell you…"

"Come on" A grown ass man pouting should not be that cute, "I want to know"

You feigned a long suffering sigh,

"Fine, if you must know- If you must know, I actually like your new style. It's way better than that... rock and roll cliche... thing you had going on when we first met" You gestured vaguely in the direction of his body, "You know, the long hair, black clothes, doc boots…" 

He flinched, 

"Ugh, Don't remind me. I was trying too hard back then. And not only with my clothes, with my music too"

"Oh, yeah, I remember. All you used to sing about was" You chose your words carefully, "frisky girls and being horny…" 

"Well, to be fair, I still sing about being horny"

"Yeah, but now you're…"

You trailed off, unsure of how you could explain the difference, the change in your feelings towards his music, without explaining the change in your feelings towards the man that made it.

However, Harry would not let it go that easy. He was used to you being sharp, opinionated, guarded. Now there was a crack on that armour, and he wanted to see what was underneath it. 

You hadn't even realized how close you had leaned into each other until his hot breath fanned over your face.

"Now I'm what, y/n?"

More real. More mature. More emotional, as if he had finally found the link, made the connection between sex and love. 

"More open"

Harry smiled,

"Open. Yeah, I like that…"

So close. He was so close now, his malaquite eyes were out of focus. So close you could feel his magnetic field, the gravity of his atoms pulling in yours.

"Harry…" 

Never in his twenty seven years of life and over ten as a musician, had he heard a more beautiful sound than his name, breathlessly falling from your lips.

"Yes?" He murmured, lips ghosting over your soft, perfect ones.

"No"

"No?"

"No" You repeated, more firmly, taking a step back, putting as much space between the two of you as possible, "I know what this is"

"And what is this, y/n" To your surprise, he didn't sound mad, or demanding. He sounded confused and sad. Dissapointed but unsurprised, as if he had expected it to go south or… never had dared expect it would actually happen at all. 

"A bad idea" You explained, "with guys like you, is always the same: You have beautiful women throwing themselves at you every night. And you take them home with you cause why wouldn't you? You are young, and free and hot. There is nothing wrong with taking what's being offered" 

"Y/n-"

"I'm not saying it's your fault" You went on, ignoring him, "And I'm not saying you don't fall in love, sometimes. But that's the exception, not the rule, and I… I'm the kind of girl that's the rule. Not the exception"

Harry had always thought the worst that could happen to him was losing your friendship. Finally making a move, a real move, and getting rejected by you. He thought that was the definitive pain, the one that would obliterate him, if things were not to work out. And he was almost certain they would not work out. 

But sitting there, in front of you, separated by a wooden bar that might as well have been the great wall of china as you stood there, arms around yourself, small and defenseless as you explained to him all the reasons why you wouldn't allow yourself to love him… that was way worse. 

"What if you already were my exception?" He blurted out, before he could stop himself, "What if I was in love with you?"

You laughed, bitterly.

"Harry, I'm not even your type. I've seen you leave night after night with models and socialites and actors, each one more surreally stunning than the last one…" You didn't have a bad self esteem, you didn't. You considered yourself attractive, but the people Harry usually went for were on a whole different level.

"Yes, but that's only because the most absolutely perfect woman in the world for me, keeps me at arm's length!" He rubbed his face in frustration, "And it's so maddening, so fucked up, the way I can't even get away from her long enough to get over her, because even the pain of seeing her every night knowing I can't touch what I see, that I will never have her, is better than the pain of being away from her. 

So I keep on taking home the hottest people I can find hoping they will keep me distracted long enough to fill the hours until I can see her again… until I can-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Never, in all the time you had known each other, had Harry given you a single signal indicating he had any kind of feelings for you. Your relationship had always consisted of friendly banter and quip battles. Sure, you could get flirty sometimes, but you were a bartender, flirting was pretty much your customer service voice, and he was a musician, he would flirt with his own shadow if he could.

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but a familiar melody started coming from the still working speakers.

Walk in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind…

"Hey, this is my song!" You didn't quite understand why he seemed so marveled, "You never added any of my songs to your playlist before!"

Oh. Oh.

"Yeah, well" Harry could now clearly see your darkened cheeks as you stumbled over your words, "I guessed I never liked one of your songs so much before" 

This time, he was the one blushing and avoiding your eyes.

"What would you say if I told you-... If I told you I wrote this one for you?"

"I'd say you're full of shit" You scoffed, "Didn't you tell me you only ever wrote about girls you had dated?"

"No," he corrected, "I said I only ever wrote about women that had broken my heart…"

"How did I break your heart?"

Harry sighed. Your walls were back up, higher than ever, and he didn't know how to break through them. It wasn't your fault -and had it been your fault, truth was he could never blame you either, there was something about you that made it physically impossible for him to get mad at you- you spoke from experience, he didn't need to unlock the secrets of your past, didn't need the details. It was obvious you had been burned before, and though he hated it, hated them for whatever they had done to you, he couldn't fault you for trying to protect yourself.

Not when he wanted to protect you too. 

"You didn't like me, back when we first met"

"Harry-"

"No, it's ok. You didn't like me, and you were right not to like me. I know you probably didn't realize it but, that first time you rejected me, when I flirted with you that very first night and you rolled your eyes at me… you changed my life"

"What? How??"

"You weren't wrong, I was a cliche. And I was trying way too hard, to be cool, act like a rockstar… but you took a look at that guy, at that though, playboy, sex, drugs and rock 'n roll guy… and you hated him" Harry snickered. You didn't understand what about all that was so funny, "I had created that guy so that everyone would like him, and you hated him. And the funny thing is-" He finally met your eye. No, he caught your eye and imprisoned them, "The funny thing is, you hating me for what I wasn't, somehow allowed me to start being myself a little bit more, because if you already disliked me… then I had nothing to lose" 

You didn't quite know what to say to that.

His bright green eyes were unable to face yours, choosing instead to focus on the palms he was picking at,

"Is that why you… uhm…" You pointed at his sweater.

"Yup" He admitted, "I showed up here one day, on laundry day, in one of my old nerdy sweater vests and you smiled, when you saw it"

"I remember that!" You chuckled, "It was the brown striped one, it almost looked like a crop top, cause it obviously didn't fit anymore"

Harry nodded,

"I may have had a couple grow spurts since I got that in high school" 

"Ok, but, you made it work somehow…" 

"Thank you. The point is…" he turned serious again, his deep, rich voice even more hypnotic than usual. Or maybe it was just you, for the first time allowing yourself to enjoy it without reservations. "The point is, you didn't like cool Harry, but you liked the real me. Even if just a little bit, and that meant the world to me. I… I adored you because of it. So I wrote a song for you, cause even if I couldn't say it to your face, I had to get it out. Just like I had to get this out tonight"

He opened his arms wide, in his typical ta-da gesture, sad, resigned smile on his face, before getting up from his stool, grabbing his jacket and guitar case.

"You don't have to say anything, I don't expect you to love me back" He declared, "I just- I thought I'd let you know. Valentine's day and all that."

He turned to leave, his own voice still signing in the background,

I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you

 Oh, honey…

"Harry, wait!" You almost fell on your face, trying to jump over the bar, but managing to stop him right before he reached the door. His poorly concealed smirk told you he might have seen your little show, but you didn't care.

"Did you mean it? That you'd do anything for me?" 

"I did" He confirmed, earnestly, "I still do. Anything you want, just say the word"

"Well then," you took a step towards him, that he mirrored without even noticing, "what about a date? A daytime date. At a public place." You clarified. Harry did smirk at that.

"What's the matter, afraid you won't be able to keep your hands off me?" He teased, leaning closer. 

"Don't ruin this, Styles" You warned, raising to your tiptoes to meet him eye to eye.

His smile faltered, replaced by the most sincere intensity you had ever seen on his handsome face,

"Wouldn't dream of it, bartender" He whispered, before capturing your lips with his.

#harry styles #adore you #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #valentines day special

[poppinisperfection]

Cool. || Peter Maximoff x Reader pt. 1 ||

Peter Maximoff x fem!human!Reader

(Y/n) is history teacher.

Requested.

Word Count: 3543

Notes: Peter acts a little strange in this, he's not being cold on purpose - so keep that in mind. Let's all presume (Y/n) is an independent woman who doesn't let an aloof guy ruin her day 💫 it's more of an introduction, so sorry if that dissapoints y'all. I hope you enjoy this extremely long piece of writing, let me know what you think. Requests are open 🙌

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @scorpionchild81

Masterlist

I flicked the indicator, as it clicked rhythmically and signaled my next turn. Grasping the steering wheel tightly, I wondered whether the direction I was heading in was the right one. My eyes drifted down to the small business card that was beginning to wrinkle from the amount of times it had been read and re-read.

‘Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, Westchester County, New York’

With a deep breath, I pushed my foot gently on the accelerator and turned the wheel - solidifying my decision. I drove down the graveled driveway as the evening sun pierced through the acres of fields and forests that dotted the landscape. This place was unlike any school I had ever seen. I had taught at various institutions of all kinds during my training, but something about this place was like something out of a fairytale or Jane Austen novel.

The old academic building grew closer as I prepared to slow down my vehicle and stop at the entrance. I peered around, trying to see if there was any places dedicated for me to park; but as far as I could tell, this was the only appropriate place for me to stop. 

I pulled out my key and felt the car’s engine fade to silence. I didn’t notice how comforting the gentle grumbles of the vehicle had been until they were gone. Now, all that was left was my mind and the thousand worries that crashed around inside it. I'm not a mutant, but I often wonder if being anxious about everything is some sort of weird useless mutation that I unfortunately had. 

Before I could become consumed by my menial fears, the vintage wooden doors opened up as if on cue. A man in a chair wheeled out as his familiar face smiled at me, and I was honestly quite awe-struck by his sudden appearance. I had spoken to Professor Charles Xavier on the phone before (for the job interview), and I had watched him on television a few times, but something about actually being near him was so incredible. This man changed the lives of so many people, possibly even the world.

I took a deep breath in and returned the kind smile, opening my car door and placing my feet onto the ground - the gravel crunching underfoot.

"Professor Xavier, it's so good to meet you." I spoke nervously, unsure of what I should do with my posture. Should I shake his hand? Should I high-five him? Should I bow? Okay maybe those last two were a bit far-fetched...

"The pleasure is all mine, (Y/n)." A voice rang through my head, as if it were my own thoughts speaking to me. But I recognized the voice, a smooth English accent that belonged to the world's most famous telepath.

"Incredible..." I breathed. Some might find it intrusive or freaky, but I was quite honored and honestly dazzled by his abilities. A figure appeared behind the wheelchair-bound man, distracting me from my child-like awe.

"Don't be a such a show-off, Charles." my attention turned to a tall man wearing a pair of glasses and a smart checkered shirt. "Good Evening, I'm Hank McCoy." he piped up cheerily, holding out his hand for me to shake. I absentmindedly took it, a bit starstruck by the world-renowned engineer, scientist, blue-furry man, and genius.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." I eventually spoke up, causing Hank to raise an eyebrow at my words.

“’(L/n)’? You're the new history teacher?" I nodded at his question, "Oh wow, you came so highly recommend that I presumed you'd be a bit more... experienced?" he chose his words carefully as to not offend. I know that most people picture an old greying woman who wears outdated fashion when they think of a history teacher...

"Oh, I'm young, I know." I explained with a bashful chuckle. 

“Hank, you of all people should know greatness is not defined by age.” Charles turned to his colleague. 

“I read that you graduated Harvard at 16.” I blurted out. 

“15, actually.” McCoy mumbled humbly. Xavier gave a satisfied smile as his point was proven. 

“(Y/n) here was top of her class, and I have no doubt that she’ll be a wonderful addition to the school.” the wise mutant stated, assuring Hank and giving me a boost of confidence. “Come inside, Hank can carry your bags for you, won’t you?” the professor inquired cheekily as McCoy threw him a look of slight distain. 

“Somedays I wish I wasn’t born with super-strength...” the academic man shook his head - the comment laced with light-hearted sarcasm - before heading to my car and pulling out my two bags, not even giving me a chance to politely object to the offer. 

“Ignore him, he’s just grumpy because he’s not on the mission.” Professor Xavier chuckled, turning his wheelchair around and beckoning for me to follow him inside. 

“I only trust myself to pilot that beauty.” Hank mentioned wistfully, probably referring to his famous aeronautical creation.

“’The mission’?” I questioned with intrigue, trailing behind him and entering the grand entrance.

“The X-Men are on a routine escort mission for the President at the moment,” my attention turned away from the antique décor as I choked on my breath slightly at his words. Of course I had heard of the famous troop of mutant heroes, but it just suddenly became so real. I was living where the X-Men lived. You know, the same X-Men that saved the world from complete destruction. “I was hoping they’d be here to show you around - but duty calls.” Charles finished. 

“Oh of... of course, duty...” I managed to mutter out eventually, earning a slight laugh from the Professor. He didn’t need to be a telepath to read my mind right now. I was so obviously astonished at the whole situation. I couldn’t believe that I was finally here, after months of thinking, considering, and second-guessing. I knew it was a risk, and I couldn’t even return to my parents if it failed.

Let’s just say that my folks weren’t very supportive of my decision to teach at a 'mutant mansion', as they would call it. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was bravery; but I ignored their advice and became determined to come to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngers. Now it was my only chance, since my family won't be welcoming me back anytime soon.

I followed Charles around, as he showed me all the rooms and explained some of the history as Hank make the odd comment or interjection. Most notably that the house was actually only a few years old, owing to the fact that the school had been blown up and rebuild a year ago. That was a fact that I could’ve gone without knowing. All I could do was hope that it didn’t blow up again, or at least not when I was around anyway. 

"Your classroom will be right next to the library," Xavier motioned towards a pair of wooden doors that lay open for students to walk freely into, "and feel free to check out any of the books as well - I have a few secret shelves for teachers, with some unregulated research papers on pre-20th century mutations, if that sounds interesting to you?" he added with a playful smile, as I nodded my head in admiration. This place sounded like an absolute dream, and I've only been here for less than an hour.

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As we strolled (and wheeled) down the wooden hallways, I noticed the students disappear one by one. By the looks of it, the early night had truly set in, and the majority of children were either in their rooms studying or hanging out in a common area.

"I suppose there's nothing more we can show you until the class starts tomorrow morning, I was really hoping that the team would be back by now..." Xavier gave a short sigh and furrowed his brows slightly, "But I suppose I've prolonged your tour as long as I could. Perhaps Hank, you could show (Y/n) to her room and she can rest in preparation for tomorrow." his smile returned as he asked his colleague for another favor. McCoy nodded his head and gave me a polite smile, still carrying around my bags from earlier. Maybe he didn't anticipate the Professor giving such an expansive and detailed tour of the mansion, so the bags must've been getting burdensome at this stage.

The spectacle-wearing teacher walked ahead of me and strolled towards the grand staircase that lead to the upstairs area (which we had previously travelled to earlier, but it's mainly bedrooms that we couldn't intrude into). I trailed my fingers along the carved bannister of the staircase, admiring the craftsmanship. Considering the school had been blown apart; this place looked as though it was straight out of a historical drama. The Professor could've went for a more modern update, like the ones you see in magazines and government buildings - but something about the simplicity of 1980s architecture just seemed cold and clinical. I'm glad they kept the historical charm alive.

"So you're really not, well, you know..." Hank broke me out of my daydreaming as he turned his head slightly and paused at the top of the steps. It took me a second to register what he was asking, but then it hit me.

"A mutant? Oh," I gave a meek smile before answering, "No I'm just a regular 'homosapien', completely boring." my sentence ended with a light chuckle at my own expense.

"Then you'll be the first non-mutant teacher here, you're making history." McCoy replied with zest as he began to walk down the hallway again.

"I thought I was supposed to teach history, not make it." I chirped from behind him, earning a snort and chuckle from the nerdy fellow (I know, I know - I'm a superb comedian).

As we passed by the student rooms, I could hear the various sounds emerging from behind their doors. One was gossiping loudly to their friends, another was blasting ABBA and singing along, and I could've swore that I heard some quiet sobs escaping through the keyhole of one door. My face fell into a frown as we passed by, and Hank paused slightly, before turning to me.

"That's Sophie Smith's room, she's homesick a lot." he whispered to me, his features showing concern. "You might have her for a class, so maybe keep an eye out if she's struggling." Hank suggested, as my heart went out for this student. I gave him a nod before we continued on our neverending journey towards my room.

Eventually, we stopped at the end of a corridor and my guide dropped my bags carefully on the wooden flooring. He twisted the door knob with one hand, and I watched as the door opened and revealed my bedroom.

"’Home sweet home’, as the saying goes." Hank uttered with a light tone. I stepped into the room and took my bags from the floor, carrying them in with me.

"It's so..." I breathed, observing the room.

"I know, we were supposed to get the curtains changed last month, but there was a mix-up and it's been dela-" he tried to explain, but I cut him off.

"Oh no! I was going to say, 'It's so perfect'." I clarified, brushing off his embarrassment at the state of the curtains (which were beautiful anyway). I stepped forward and placed my bags at the end of the bed while gazing at the beautiful room. This place was growing on me more and more with each minute that passed. 

“I’ll let you get settled in for the night then, there’s a copy of your timetable on your desk - it has all the information you’ll need for classes and etcetera.” Hank gestured to the neat pile of paper sheets on the wooden desk, “There’s always food in the kitchen, feel free to eat whenever and whatever you want.” he added, as my attention turned to my empty stomach. I will definitely be visiting the kitchen after I get settled in. 

“Thank you, for everything.” I beamed, unable to truly express my gratitude. He returned the smile and nodded, before shutting the door and returning to his business. As soon as his footsteps disappeared, I fell flat on the quilted bedsheets and sprawled out, giving out a pent up sigh. It was the kind of sigh that released anxiety and replaced it with assurance. From the looks of it, things were going to be alright - and there was nothing more satisfying that knowing you made the right decision. 

My brief escape into my feelings was cut short, as my stomach audibly warned me that it was running low on fuel. I turned my head and looked over to the beside alarm clock, reading the time; ‘8:24p.m.’

“Hmm,” I mused as I considered my options, “I should probably read you first...” my eyes drifted to the timetable that sat untouched on the desk. My belly did not agree with this decision, as it grumbled once more. “Okay, alright... yeesh.” I placed a hand against my abdomen, trying to settle the noise. “Food first, read later.” I threw my legs over the side of the bed and resolved to make my way towards the school’s kitchen. 

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Finding the kitchen was no problem, as the Professor showed it to me at least three times earlier. I guess he really was trying to stretch that tour out as much as possible. A few of the older students who were hanging around glanced at me as I entered the room. I couldn’t tell if they knew I was a teacher, or if they just thought I was a new student; either way, they didn’t stick around to find out. The group of teenagers grabbed their snacks and left the room once their privacy was interrupted. Honestly, I just think they were gossiping about some pop music band and didn’t want a stranger listening - so I didn’t mind their swift exit. It left me with some privacy as well, which was nice. 

I noticed a small radio sitting in the window sill, and decided to switch it on to break the silence. A static noise rang out as I extended the antenna and turned the knob carefully. Soon a voice grew clearer, and I had reached a station playing something. I just let the song play out, since I didn’t want to bother with searching the airwaves for something else. 

I stepped over to the pantry and surveyed the contents carefully. I was starving, but I couldn’t figure out what for. I picked up a loaf of bread and placed it on the counter, deciding it would have to be a PB & Jelly sandwich. Grabbing a plate, I began to craft my makeshift dinner. Absentmindedly, my head began to sway gently to the tune that played through the tinny radio speaker. It was one of those cheesy love songs that are always playing these days. There was something so catchy about those songs, and instinctively I began to mouth the words and drift into an MTV daydream. 

My brief escape from reality faded away as I noticed a clinking noise coming from the glass and cutlery. It was almost like an earthquake, but I knew that New York was unlikely to experience that kind of disaster (well I hoped so, at least).

A bright light shone outside the window, and I stepped closer to peer out. The basketball court had opened up and revealed a massive basement beneath it. A few seconds later, a black jet descended gracefully from the dark sky and lowered itself underground while the whole mansion trembled with the power it created. I swiftly grabbed the jam jar as it almost slipped off the edge of the counter, and stared in awe. 

“So that’s where they keep it...” I breathed out as the basketball court returned to its normal state, as if nothing had happened. I stood in wonder for a few seconds, still holding the jar tightly in my hands. That was probably the most of the X-Men I’d be seeing tonight. I’m no expert on presidential mission debriefing, but I presumed the team of elite heroes wouldn’t be mingling with the common folk upstairs for at least an hou-

“Ugh, this song’s a real bummer.” 

I nearly jumped out of my skin as a voice suddenly quipped from beside me. My attention hastily turned to a combat uniformed young man - quickly flicking through the radio stations. I stared at him, half confused and half terrified of his sudden appearance. Slowly I began to recognize his features; silvery hair, aloof attitude, and of course, the recognisable X-Men uniform. 

“Hey - you’re that guy...” I tilted my head slightly as I spoke without thinking. In a split second, he appeared at the fridge wearing an entirely new outfit, this time more casual. The music had changed to something more rock-y and alternative, matching his aesthetic. I was almost certain of it. I couldn’t remember his name, but I’ve definitely seen him with the X-Men on the news. I was almost certain of it.

“Nah, you’re thinking of a different guy.” he responded without second thought, while lifting out a can of some kind of soda. I felt my mouth contort in confusion, bemused by his comment. 

“I...” my thoughts paused to phrase my words correctly, “You were just wearing an X-Men uniform, you’ve got to be him.” I managed to retort, causing the confident fellow to raise an eyebrow. With the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from my sight again. 

“So, you don’t even know his name - and you’re convinced he’s me?” the silver-haired guy stated nonchalantly from behind me as he sipped on his drink. I gasped and grabbed my chest in surprise, not expecting him to sneak up behind me like that. I gave a sigh and prepared to answer the question. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes and wracked my brain for a moment, “Peter, right?” I sighed, finally recalling the speedy mutant’s name. I looked up at him and expected some sort of witty remark. Instead, he just stared at me for a few seconds. I avoided his gaze awkwardly and looked down at the jam jar that still sat in my hands. Clearing my throat, I placed it carefully onto the counter beside me - trying to distract from his sudden silence. 

“Oh.” I mumbled at the change of topic, “I am. Only arrived here a few hours ago. The Professor showed me around earlier, with Hank, I saw all the classrooms and it was really quite-” I harped on, “I'm sorry, I'm rambling..." my voice lowered, as I watched the casual fellow open up a bag of pretzels and munch on them absentmindedly. He gave a soft chuckle at my apology.

“So, you’re new here?” for the third time, he appeared in a different location, leaving me to turn around one more time. He faced away from me, opening a drawer and surveying its content silently. 

"Cool." he replied simply, placing a few more pretzels into his mouth.

"Cool." I repeated gently, trying to decipher his aloofness. This 'Peter' was blunt, distant, and almost cold. It was as if I had offended him somehow. I stared at my surroundings for a brief moment, before deciding to get off of the wrong foot.

"I'm sorry if I was rude earlier; or was it that I couldn't remember your name?" I tried to find the reason for his indifference, wringing my hands with nerves. Peter raised an eyebrow and scowled slightly at my question.

"Rude?" he asked with a shocked tone.

"Yeah, I thought I offended you?" I explained.

"Nah, nah, we're good." he shrugged my theory off and zoomed over to the bin, throwing the crumpled wrapper in it. "I gotta go now, X-Men stuff." Peter turned to me and excused himself. I gave a soft 'oh' in surprise, and held out my hand for him to shake (just a teacher habit, I guess).

"Nice to meet you anyway, Peter." I smiled at him. The silvery guy just stared at my hand and then looked back up to me - but for some reason, avoided my eyes.

"Cool." he said again, before disappearing from sight; leaving me standing there, alone, holding my hand out for no one. Slowly I lowered my wrist and cleared my throat.

"Cool..." I said to myself, still entirely confused by the interaction. My attention quickly turned to the change in music. The radio suddenly shifted from the grungy tunes, back to the end of love ballad that I was listening to earlier. He must've changed it back. I tilted my head and stared at the little radio in the window, listening and thinking.

Maybe he wasn't as cold as I thought. Maybe I'll try and get a better conversation from that silver-haired boy tomorrow. Maybe I'll get that handshake from him. Maybe.

Still, the only thing that matters right now is that I eat that PB&J sandwich.

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[shinokibaxheadcannons]

The beginning of something special

Hey guys, I guess some of you are curious about my absence I'm just busy with life in general, anyway I took some free time to write a story so I hope you enjoy💕 - Sheeza

'Great I'm stuck with these two' Kiba huffed watching his teammates talking to each other.

Although Kiba isn't to bothered about Hinata being his teammate since she's quite a nice person, it's just the lack of confidence and the fact she can't hold her own against anyone that bothers him.

And that Shino, well he's a different case.

Excluding the fact he's a quiet monotoned freak, Kiba hates to admit he's quite envious of him.

Shino is smart and strong,from what he gathered during lessons and that really pisses him off to know Shino could surely kick his ass in a fight.

Hell he's almost just as intelligent as Shikamaru and the thought kind of scares him.

Akamaru barked at him from his place on his head, sencing his masters distress.

" Don't worry Akamaru, soon I'll teach that freak who's the boss around here" Kiba growled.

A little chuckle from the door drew the attention from them.

Kiba was surely pleased with the sight he saw.

A very beautiful woman was standing at the door, simply radiating confidence and grace.

" I would advice you to shut your mouth kiba Inuzuka , it's rude to stare like that" she smirked.

Blushing and ruffled by the looks he received from Hinata and Shino he huffed and crossed his arms at the woman, refusing to be ridiculed in front of his teammates.

" anyway I'm your sensei, Kurenai yūhi and let me say this from what I know, you guys have alot to learn to become a good enough team and-" Kurenai eyes wandered to Hinata and Kiba "opponents".

Kiba not missing the look from Kurenai, jumped up unimpressed by the look he was given " what do you mean I'm not a good opponent?!".

With Hinata seeing the look Kurenai gave her, she blushed.

" K - Kiba I don't think you should shout at her like that she is our sensei I - I'm sure she knows what's best for u-us" she stammered, pointing her fingers together.

Kurenai walked up to Kiba, given him a look of dissapointment.

" you really need to work on your anger -" seeing Kiba rise up at the comment, she snapped at him "- that type of attitude will put you in danger if you wish to become a Shinobi especially-" giving a nod towards Shino and Hinata" your teammates".

Seeing Hinata's eyes widen slightly by the statement, Kiba couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed of himself.

"Fine" he snapped, the once beautiful lady was really getting on his nerves.

'So now I have to deal with her too ? Terrific'. Akamaru barked knowing exactly what his master was thinking.

Having done her lecture Kurenai took her place in the middle of the classroom, eyeing them all up.

She sighed " right today you guys are going to test your strength and speed against me-" all three of them gave her a look, well excluding Shino she guessed "- don't worry I'll go easy on you and if you meet up to my standards at the first test, then I'll give you the chance to do the second test-" she looked at them individually "- is that clear ?".

Both Hinata and Shino nodded in approval.

She looked at Kiba, slightly raising her eyebrow " well ?".

Kiba glared " yeah sure whatever" he said, shrugging his shoulders.

" Good to hear" She walked to the door " now follow me".

Kiba grumbled to himself, already dreading having to work alongside his teammates.

Without being aware until he was almost face to face with him, Shino was standing at the door looking at him.

"The hell you looking at bug boy?" He snapped.

Shino not showing any signs of anger or discomfort said, "In your spare time, we could do some spar practise if you like".

Baffled by the offer, Kiba snorted " what the hell are you getting at ?".

Shino shrugged, " I thought I'll help you get better, we are teammates after all we should look out for each other".

Kiba furrowed his eyebrows in confusion "I - I'll think about it" he stammered.

'AGH WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT KIBA!?!'.

"Alright" Shino said, walking out the door.

Kiba hated to admit it but he aprecciated Shino's offer, shaking his head he too walked out the door.

"What a weirdo" he mumbled to Akamaru.

Akamaru himself was upset with Kiba 's attitude, so he grabbed at Kiba's hair and pulled.

"UGH AKAMARU!" The said dog jumped of his head catching up to the insect user.

Once reaching Shino he done a series of barks back at his master.

Kiba growled "LIKE HELL HE IS" running up to catch up with his dog.

Without hearing it, Shino slightly chuckled at Kiba.

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Elizabeth huffed with a hand on her cheek as she watched her father perform before seing on a nearby T.v that was replaying one of her favorite shows and her favorite actress was doing her job as her own character.

The girl often imagined herself as that actress, Miss (L/n) (Y/n), daughter. She was just too sweet and caring on her interviews and even helped everyone around her. Although she didn't make as much as appearance, just like her daddy, she did an amazing job on every role on the T.v.

She poked her head at where her character's father was talking with shigaraki Tomura and decided to just tip toe out of the set since Midoriya's actor was too distracted with his own brother to take care of her. Just to take a quick walk is all.

Although, walking through her set she gasped at seing Miss (L/n) reading some papers on her seat as other actors surrounded the area. Her eyes glowed at seing her idol right there.

"Isn't my mom great?" She yelped at the sudden voice beside her as jumping in guard to see a girl, same features as the woman she was looking at before.

"W-What-?" The girl giggled and pointed at the woman getting up from her chair.

"Is my mommy!" Elizabeth frowned at that, dissapointed at hearing such a thing but trying to not demonstrate to the other girl who extended a hand towards her "I'm Mai by the way! (L/n) Mai!"

She smiled and shaked her hand with a giggle.

"I'm Elizabeth."

"Nice to meet you Eli!" Mai smiled brightly before putting a hand on her lip and making a confused sound "Wait! I know you! You are Eri-chan!" She smiled brightly as she giggled.

"Yeah! My father got a job and I was the only one that could act with him because the other actress was scared of him!"

"Oh! Ypur father is Overhaul?! Scarry!!!" She laughed as the other kid giggled and they started to chat around. Elizabeth even discovered that mai was a actress as well!

Time passed as the two girls chatted for hours until a voice made them stop.

"Elizabeth!"

"Ops..." the girl tensed as she saw her father coming to her.

"What were you thinking?! I was scared out of my skin when you weren't in the set!" He kneeled down and holded on her shoulders as she apologized.

"Mai! Sweety!" a voice the two dark brow haired man and girl look up as the other girl squealed and went to hug you immediately "How many times do I have to tell you to not get out of the guards sign?" You sighed and petted her hair as she nuzzled on you and apologized with a smile.

Elizabeth watched the scene with a bit of envy before noticing the way that her father's eyes fixated on you and how his golden orbs seemed to shine brightly while you when looked at him gasped and seemed to have the same look.

Elizabeth and Mai shared a look before the two adults went to talk, after only God knows how much of time staring at each other.

"Forgive my daughter (Y/n), she gets bored on our set then she likes to explore some places when I'm not looking." He scratched the back of his head as you played with your hair.

"Oh no no! Dont be handso- I mean! Sorry! I mean sorry! Dont be sorry about it." You laughed nervously "My daughter does the same thing so I kinda know the deal very well."

"I do imagine." He chuckled as Elizabeth widened her eyes at how her father seemed so much comfortable around her. Before she gasped at feeling him pulling her near them "This is Elizabeth by the way. She is quite a fan of your works."

"Oh really?" You smiled down at her "Hello Elizabeth! Is so nice to meet you!"

"Same pleasure!" She squealed with exciment as you giggled and waved your hand at the girl on your side.

"Well, you already know Eli, but this is my daughter Mai. I think she has the same age as her." You looked at Kai which only nodded with a smile at her before retreading his looks at you.

Mai and Elizabeth looked at eachother before the girl with (H/c) smiled brightly.

"My mom likes your dad a lot!"

"Hm! And it seems like my dad has a crush on miss (L/n)! He never acts like this around anyone!"

"Hey!" Mai turned to her with a determined look "What about we make them both go on a date?! I would love to have a dad and you as my sister!"

"Really?" She gasped, tears burning at how overwhelmed she was "Would you like that? I always imagine your mom as mine own! Wont you be mad?"

"Mad?! No way! My mom deserves happiness as much as all of us! As long as your dad be a good boyfriend to her, we can become sister even!"

"Deal!" Elizabeth smiled and grabbed her hands as well.

The two girls were giggling and it accidentaly catched the both adults attention as you smiled at it and kai arched one eyebrow at the scene.

"Seems like they got along pretty well." You commented with a giggled as Kai sighed with a smirk.

"For some reason, I feel like these two are gonna make some trouble."

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The man pored some tea for him before handing the plate of breakfast for his daughter as Elizabeth got up.

"Daddy go get dressed! Now!"

"Huh?" He almost dropped his cup on the ground as he felt Elizabeth pushing him towards his room.

"You have to change dad! Mai and I agreed to meet on the park today!"

"What now? Does her mother even know that?" He asked but Elizabeth only pushed him harder.

"Go daddy! We're gonna be late!" He sighed but still got into the room and went to change himself.

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"You have to be more prettier than you already for your date mom!" Mai handed you some earings which you declined with a small laugh while arranging yourself on the mirror.

"Sweety is a playdate for you and Elizabeth. I am not going out with anyone as far as I know of."

"Yes you are!" Mai pouted while sitting near you "dont hid it mommy, I know you have a rush in Elizabeth's dad! Is soooooo obvious!"

You scoffed playfully, but still feeling way too embarrassed of even remembering that man... With those golden orbs that seemed to hypnotize you ever time you looked at then, his smile and his way of smooth talking, God even his body was perfect with those abs and torso that clinged to his usual black t-shirt and-

"MOM! Is almost time!" Mai yelled while constantly poking your cheek.

Okay... maybe you were a bit of a simp-

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"They're talking." Mai handed the binoculars to Elizabeth as the said girl squealed.

"They look like a couple!" Elizabeth squealed and the two girsl gushed on the playground as the both adults stopped to talking to see the kids squealing and giggling from the distance.

"Mai really likes your daughter." You commented with a smile as he smiled as well.

"Elizabeth is not one to make friends that fast, guess this was an exception."

"I can see it." You giggled and he chuckled for a bit before it was stabilized a comfortable silence between you. You seemed to notice him rubbing his thumbs together before he decided to speak up again.

"I... I know some place where it sells some great tea and coffe nearby..." he rubbed the back of his neck a bit before looking at you "Maybe would you like me to buy you something?"

You widened your eyes at that before smilling and nodding.

"I would love to." It was one of the first times you saw that man with pale skin blushing a bit, but the sign was wonderful enough and his smile was just the cherry on the top of the cake.

"Great." You two flinched when you both heard your daughters screaming in joy before both of them put their hands on their own mouth when they notice you two looking at them.

"Sorry!"

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"I TOLD YOU THAT IS NOT MY NAME ANYMORE!"

"And cut!" The director spoke as he sighed, rubbing his throat a bit since it was sore after this shout of his.

"Great acting as always!" Mirio's actor commented while getting up as Elizabeth clapped her hands at her father as he took off his mask.

"Thanks, although the creaming is gonna ruin my throat is actually fun." He commented before looking up at the sounds of another person clapping her hands.

"(Y/n)..?" He spoke, trying his best to not open a smile as you giggled while your daughter continued clapping her hands at him.

"It was amazing your job sir!" The little girl commented as him nodded at her with a smile, a form of thanking her before looking at you once again.

"I was wondering if I could see you." You laughed a bit while playing with a strand of your hair "And maybe pay back for all of the coffees you paid me so far?"

The two girls squealed silently before Elizabeth spoke up.

"So! Me and mai are going to stay on the set!" She waved at her father "You two can go on your date in peace! He loves you though (Y/n)! You dont need to pay back"

"Elizabeth!" He whispered shouted in embarrassment as she giggled.

"Same goes for my mom!" Mai squealed before running away with Elizabeth as both adults were left to deal with the embarrassment.

"Haha... kids." You commented in pure embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck nodding with a grunt. "..Do you really love me?" You asked before laughing at how red the man has gotten all of the sudden.

"Match making-" Mai extended her hand to high five Elizabeth's.

"Succeded!" The dark brow haired girl commented before looking at Mai "Congratilations to your soon new dad!"

"Congrats for your soon to be mom as well!" Mai laughed, the two girls happy as ever know.

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