#//he’s even showing his shoulders in this one! that’s an improvement of sorts right?

[mechahero]

redesign of this outfit i did last year! i think this one is way cuter than the old one

#//had the idea on the bus ride to the store and drew this as quickly as i could as soon as i got home #//i thought it was a neat outfit idea #//he’s even showing his shoulders in this one! that’s an improvement of sorts right? #//also yeah this outfit is more gen 1 mh inspired rather than gen 3 though i might redraw that one too #//maybe idk #mocha’s art

[collisvng]

CHAPTER 2 | THE MEANING OF PAS DE DEUX

THE END ZONE 🏈🩰✨

Pairing 🤎 Seo Changbin x Fem! Reader︎

Genre 🤎 SMAU, University/College AU, Ballett/Football AU, Fluff, Angst, Crack—all of that good shit lol︎

Synopsis 🤎 By recommendation of his coach, Changbin decides to take a ballet class in order to improve his agility and coordination on the field. It seems like a harmless and fun activity at first. But what happens when his ballet partner starts to make him choose between the two?

Warnings 🤎 Slight swearing, brief mention of food, Felix being annoying (but we love him tho lol)

Taglist 🤎 Open!︎ ✨

Word Count 🤎 2,173 + 10 sm screenshots!

In Collaboration With 🤎 @channie-143

✨️MASTERLIST✨️

©collisvng (2023) — all rights reserved. reposts/modification of our work is not tolerated.

THE UNIVERSITY’S FOOTBALL FIELD WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU EVER EXPECTED TO FIND YOURSELF. 

After being given very specific instructions to go through a specific way that led you specifically to the perfect spot on the bleachers for you to be easily noticed—courtesy of Felix who totally isn’t the university’s mascot—you found yourself setting your bag next to you as you sat down to watch the boys do their thing.

It was strange being there. You never considered yourself a sports person and knew quite little about anything to do with the sort. The most experience you ever had with even just the topic of sports being brought up was the few times Seungmin would go on one of his little tangents about baseball. There were also the few times Felix would slip up about football, but it was never prominent enough for you to take notice of.

Legs crossed, phone in hand, you stayed in your spot hoping for someone to say something about your presence. After a while, a few guys on the field started to look your way. Most looked confused while others almost seemed as if they were trying to show off. You didn’t see Changbin though. Or at least you couldn’t make out which guy was him.

After Felix’s 5th wrap-around of the field (ignoring you while doing so, I might add) and noticing your phone battery was at a lower percentage than you expected, you almost decided to give up.

It wasn’t until you heard a slight nasally yell followed by a giggly chuckle that you finally spotted the man.

He ran across the field to promptly smack one of his teammates for messing around and teasing him about his height. He started yelling. Curly black hair fell into his eyes as he took his helmet off, continuing his scolding. His incessant bickering was abnormally adorable to you.

And the laugh that left his teammates’ mouth was lighthearted and cheerful… and almost strangely familiar. 

It was around this time you started to notice all eyes were on you except Changbin’s. You debated calling for him, but your actions swayed when you noticed one of his other teammates waving at you. He was somewhat taller, his hair was dark and short, and he had what you could only describe as the nose of a Greek god. The guy nodded in your direction as if to ask why you were there, to which you responded with a quick point in Changbin’s direction and exaggeratingly mouthing his name.

A quick, “Oh, okay!” was mouthed to you in response alongside him giving you a thumbs up.

The teammate walked over Changbin amidst his rant and tapped him on the shoulder. He seemed annoyed, probably assuming he was simply about to be told to quit fighting. It wasn’t until his teammate pointed to you standing up from your seat with a shy smile on your face did his expression suddenly change into the biggest grin you had ever seen. 

He jogged over in your direction with his helmet under his arm as you made your way down the bleachers. When you reached the bottom, you gripped the handrail barrier separating you from the field. One of your knees rested against one of the smaller beams of the railing as you leaned forward with anticipation. 

The moment a small ‘hi’ left his lips, the happiness embedded in your nervous system was hard to hide.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing here?” He questioned, raising his brow. “I didn’t really take you as a sports-type.”

“That would be correct,” you nodded. “Which is why I am not here for sports…”

You quickly unlocked your phone and held it out to him, leaning into the railing a bit more for support.

“… I’m here for you.”

Changbin stood there dumbfounded. He just stared down at your screen as if the concept of giving a girl his number was the most foreign thing in the world to him. His grip on his helmet grew tighter as he let out the most tense laugh in the universe. It became obvious to you that this ordeal seemed completely different to you then it was to him.

“Oh my gosh, stop overreacting.” The roll of your eyes came out a little less playful then you had hoped. “It’s not like I’m asking you out or anything, okay? I’m just asking for your number because we agreed I would catch you up on stuff for class.”

He nervously nodded as he took your phone in hand.

“Right, yeah, I knew that…”

As he proceeded to put his number in your phone, you looked off into the distance to see the teammate he was yelling at previously staring at you as if you seemed familiar to him; akin to the way you looked back at him.

“That guy you were talking to looks familiar.”

“Oh, Jeongin?” Changbin handed you the phone back.

“Ah, that name sounds familiar…” You nodded. “I think he’s friends with my friend Seungmin.”

“We all kinda know Seungmin,” he shrugged in response. “Since he’s also in charge of the sports section for the school paper, we see him a lot.”

“Makes sense.”

After a bit of awkward small talk, the two of you concluded that you would reserve a room in the dance hall over the weekend. You’d go over the basics he needed to know before the next class, and if he had any questions that needed extensive explanation you promised you’d answer them.

He walked back to his teammates with a cheeky grin as they all began asking him questions about who you were and why you had given him your phone. It amused you to see the group of men all huddled up together like a bunch of high schoolers spilling rumors to each other.

Hearing them faintly ask who the pretty girl was…

It strangely gave you a boost of confidence.

As you grabbed your things and began to exit, you gave a quick wave to your roommate. He waved back for a brief moment, dropping his facade for what seemed like a mili-second before halting and turning to walk away.

“You can’t ignore me forever!” You yelled after him. “We all know you’re the mascot Felix!”

He held onto the mascot head for dear life as he began picking up his pace. Suddenly, he was sprinting.

“NO YOU DON’T! ”

The first class of the next week seemed to go well.

Changbin had picked up on things quite quickly, which impressed you.

He obviously wasn’t going to become a dance prodigy overnight, but he did good with the basic exercises and was fairly good at keeping you level while on pointe.

There was a lot less dropping with him then there was when Han was your partner. And in all honesty, that was all you could ever ask for. 

You found yourself laughing here and there whenever Changbin would mess up slightly, giving him encouraging words that he would get it right the second time. And thankfully, you’d be right each time. He seemed so determined.

He had even made the effort to get everything you told him he needed for class. When you saw him walk on the first day back from the weekend with a pair of black ballet flats in hand, you let out a sigh of relief. The man sat there on the floor in front of you, carefully putting them on and looking up at you waiting for some sort of praise. It almost made your heart skip a beat.

By the time the second class of the week had come around, there was a mutual acquaintanceship between you both. When he walked into class and met you at the barre, a mutual smile was shared.

“Mornin’ boss,” Changbin winked as he saluted you.

You let out a short groan in response which only made him laugh. His little maniacal giggle filled your ears and you stood in front of him with your head hung.

“You know you don’t have to be so formal with me,” you slowly rubbed your eyes with your middle and index fingers. “I’m your dance partner, not your boss. I’m here to help you, not boss you around.”

“Eh, it’s fine.” He shrugged. “I kinda like it when you boss me around.”

The words came out with a sense of normality behind them. There were no flirtatious undertones, no coquettish teasing—just a statement with an accidental provocative undercurrent. 

The affirmation was enough to make you silently turn away. And when your gaze shifted, you could see Minho (who had been standing by) smirking at you.

“Not a word,” you mumbled low enough for only him to hear.

Minho’s smile faltered for a second before staring straight ahead once more.

When the instructor walked in, the vibe seemed very different than usual.

She was dressed more casually, which was strange, and her intimidating sense of self seemed non-existent for once—but not quite completely gone. You had never seen this side of her before and it left the whole class in astonishment.  The woman stood in front of you all, hands behind her back, with her eyes scanning the room.

The room was dead silent until she eventually spoke.

“What is the meaning of pas de deux?”

Her question sent the class into a silenced frenzy. Everyone’s eyes darted at each other in the room waiting for someone to answer.

Eventually, Han’s new dance partner raised her hand and spoke.

“It means a dance for two people. Or step of two.”

“That’s its literal definition, Regina. I’m asking for the meaning.”

The instructor went on to explain how pas de deux is about two bodies coming together to create one soul; two partners coming together to produce one palpable emotion. That emotion differed from performance piece to another, and to construct those emotions through nothing but movement took a sense of dexterity to convey.

There were 3 rules of pas de deux:

You needed to trust your partner.

Unity between your partner and yourself was detrimental.

And most important of all, communication was key.

“Without those things, what we do here is simply just dancing,” your instructor shrugged. “What creates the magic of pas de deux is the harmony of two bodies. And in order to have that harmony, you must get to know your partner. Which is what we are going to do today.”

She proceeded to say that class was actually canceled today, and instead she wanted you to use your class time to get to know your partners more. It made sense, given the recent switch of partners that took place in class a few days ago. You and Changbin had already started practicing together a bit outside of class and the two of you barely knew each other. Perhaps this was a sign.

“I expect you to know your partner by the next class. You don’t have to know every dying detail of their life, but you should know enough to give a brief description of them and some of their interests in front of your fellow classmates. You will be graded on this.”

Once you all were dismissed and everyone seemed to be making their way out of the class, Changbin looked at you with a sort of desperation in his eyes.

“Heyyyy… sooo…”

“What do you want?”

“‘Kay so,” he began, “I actually had some homework that’s due later. I was gonna try to do it during practice but since class is canceled…”

“You want to know if I’m okay with you doing it now?”

He nodded vigorously with the most pouty face you had ever seen. “Please? We can meet up on the weekend again or something to make up for it. I’ll even be the one to reserve the room this time if you want. Just…please…?”

Laughing a bit, you realized how different Changbin made you feel. Normally if it were anyone else, you would have made an effort to force them to stay. You were just getting to know each other, but it was still an assignment after all. You took stuff like that when it came to dance very seriously. But something about him made you feel like you could trust him.

And so you did.

“Yeah that's fine,” you smiled. “I have some stuff to catch up on as well so that works out.”

Changbin stood there, eyebrows raised as if to ask ‘are you sure?’

You nodded, telling him to go.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hands then pretending to throw it at you as he bolted for his gym bag.

“I love you, oh my gosh. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The boys watched the whole ordeal as they began to gather around you, surprised you let him off so easily.

“We’ve lost her guys,” Hyunjin sighed. “She’s becoming soft.”

A swift kick to his shin shut him right up.

“There we go,” Han smirked. “She's back.”

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[deadbydangit]

I hope you're well!! I have a sort of silly request if that's okay. Could you maybe do Ghostface, Michael, and Pig with a very stealthy survivor? Like the killers are stalking someone and reader's been behind them the whole time over their shoulder -w-

I believe I can do that. I am not going to have it be specifically a survivor. Please enjoy.

With a stealthy reader: Ghostface, Shape, Pig

Ghostface

What?

But how did you get over there?

I just saw you, you were...

"You're a sneaky little thing."

"That's hot."

And he will say that with no shame.

"Hey, being sneaky is hot."

To him, and only him.

But that means you do have something in common.

Now you guys can work to scare each other.

Despite being the one who scares people most of the time, Danny is easily scared.

And he screams like a little girl.

"Me? I didn't scream. That's your imagination."

So make sure you record him freaking out sometime.

"Okay, seriously, do not show that to anyone."

So he'll get you back by sneaking up on you a lot.

Even if he isn't as sneaky as you, pretend to be afraid.

Otherwise it hurts his pride too much.

He may think he's hot shit, but compared to the other killers, he doesn't have much going for him.

His stealth is the thing that sets him apart from most killers.

But he will take this new opportunity to learn new tricks.

Despite being an idiot, Danny can be smart.

Street smart.

I said, he picks up new things quickly.

He'll want to observe you sneaking up on others. It's a way for him to learn new techniques.

He's always looking for a way to up his game.

And you'll be learning from him.

You'll learn from each other, and be everybody's pain.

That's what true love is, right?

Shape

For once in his life, he's surprised.

He's never been snuck up on.

He... He doesn't like it.

He's supposed to be the one sneaking up on others.

Not you.

Stop it.

Micheal does not like that.

But, it's not like he could stop you from doing it.

And, he's still the master of sneaking up on people.

You can never beat him.

After a while, he'll pick up on a little signs that you're around.

Little tiptoes.

Small creeks.

Even smells.

He'll know you're there.

But, he does find it a little fun.

Even if he doesn't know it's fun.

Sure, he'll act annoyed, but he's enjoying himself.

And, if you pick up on any of his sneaking habits, he'll feel really proud.

Like you're the student, slowly mastering the art of being sneaky.

He might even stick you on some survivors. Just to see what will happen.

He'll even try and sneak you into a trial.

Well, the Entity didn't like that, so it didn't happen.

But, he'll take you out in a few hunts here and there.

Stalking and killing people.

Sharing something he loves with you.

Pig

Oh, look at you go.

Out of the three, Amanda is the most perceptive.

Learning to make traps she has mastered the art of finding fine details.

So sneaking up on her is very difficult.

But, that doesn't mean you can't try.

She even welcomes it.

It's a chance to hone and improve her skills.

Yes, she's powerful now. But you can never truly stop learning.

And, if you do manage to sneak up on her, expect to be praised.

And then question.

Thoroughly.

"What technique did you use?"

"Did you use tools?"

"Was there another party involved?"

"Were you distracting me with something?"

Like a full-on interrogation.

She'll also probably be taking notes.

Physical notes.

Don't take it as her being irritated.

Take it as her wanting to better herself.

"The better I can be, the better I can protect you."

She may have other reasons, other motivations for being great at sneaking around.

But, most of it is because she wants to protect you.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd pig #dbd shape

[blueberry-pride]

Love language hcs for savanaclaw please and thank you lol

Speak From The Heart

warnings: none!

Berry: YOU GUYS ARE GORGEOUS MWA, we managed to reach 800 followers and I just thanked you guys for 700 not too long ago TvT please enjoy this extra long one as this wraps up all the requests from this year <3 srsly thank you all for making 2022 awesome for me and this blog <3

Leona Kingscholar

How he shows it: Physical Touch and Quality Time

I'd say pretty early on in the relationship, things are still a bit rocky as one would guess with a guy like Leona. He's not one to talk or do all of the pretty things you'd find in most ordinary relationships. I'd like to describe Leona as a brick wall, sturdy and rough around the edges so his personality would not change simply because he's in a relationship with you.

you'd slowly start to learn that the small gestures of hand holding underneath the desk during lectures, patting your head when you've aced a test, or just sitting beside you while you're doing homework is his way of telling you you're important to this beastman. But the sweetest and most endearing show of affection is nuzzling close to your head or neck.

He's the type to drag you along when he's napping cuz he really does find your presence comforting. He enjoys the silent moments you two would share, it allows him to really sink in that there's someone rooting for him on the sidelines.

He's the type to be pretty hands-off, makes sure to not smother you, letting you do your own thing while he observes just in case something or someone would come in your way. I also see him as the kind of bf that would help you improve be it in academics or even in sports. Sort of like a tutor/coach cuz he really does want you to be the best version of yourself.

Slowly as this relationship goes on, I see Leona as the type to warm up to the idea of other ways of showing you that what you two have is special. Like dates off-campus, or an expensive ornate accessory or two. <3

What he needs: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch

Being raised in a place where you're constantly compared does a lot of damage, and we can visibly see that with Leona. I'd imagine him spacing out, often recalling all of the complaints, comparisons, etc. and he's just quiet...so be the one to help break that train of thought of his.

He's a thinker, and with that comes the good and bad so having you, his S/O telling him small comments that he's enough, and that you're proud of him would catch him off-guard (in a good way) Though I do want to add that it's not your responsibility to fix him, it's still up to this lion to accept your compliments or not. With the way I see things tho, he'd be in denial but it does warm his heart.

Like I said earlier, he thinks a lot and sometimes genuine words aren't enough to get through his thick head. So hold his hand, or comb through his hair. pet his ears even! It soothes him. Taking naps throughout the day would often lead to muscle/body aches so a simple shoulder massage gets Leona's heart fluttering even just for a little bit.

We all know his unique magic is dangerous, to the point it almost killed Ruggie. I believe that he takes precautions with his hands (guess that's why he wears gloves) so a gesture that would really seal; Guide both of his hands toward your face so you're in between them and just...enjoy the feeling.

I believe another gesture would be sweet to him. Kiss his scar. He probably hates it and the guy doesn't even remember how he got it in the first place! He'd be a bit dumbfounded that you'd pick that area of his face but he'd like it (tho he won't admit it) Embrace his scars <3 (be it literal and/or figurative)

Ruggie Bucchi

How he shows it: Act of Service and Gift Giving

Ruggie's known for doing things all for the right price be it in the shape of favor or monetary. But for you, I see him doing small tasks for you in hopes that it would get your attention. I'm talking about carrying your books to class, and picking up your fave drink/snack while getting Leona's order.

Ruggie would be the type to save up some extra models on the side just so he can do a little splurging on you from time to time. He'd take note of your interests cuz he is genuinely curious and so he would try to buy stuff related to them <3 Oh! another thing I see him doing is helping you buy stuff at good deals, making sure your model and his are well spent which is always a plus cuz you get to see his serious expression as he bargains. a cute sight really~

He'd probably ask Leona for some extra tips on homework just so he can impress you while you guys are doing homework together. Cash in a few favors to give you a heads-up on upcoming "surprise" tests from Professor Trein. But another way I could see this is he'll lean towards you for help instead of Leona. sometimes teasing or messing with you while doing so just to see you puff your cheeks from his antics.

His grandma raised him right and I'm pretty sure she'd be the type to tell Ruggie "the quickest way to a person's heart is through their stomach" so you can imagine probably in the early hours in Savanaclaw, Ruggie fumbling in the kitchen as he tries to cook tomorrow's lunch. He'd insist on you taking it, "It helps save your money~" he'd say. He doesn't have much time with all the small jobs he's doing around campus so getting to spend time with you in these short moments eases him from all that stress.

When you're upset about something, he's the type to have a box of tissues on hand while he sits there as you let him cry it out. He'd even let you pet his ears if it calms you down during these rough times. To me, Ruggie won't give out advice unless you asked him for one but he knows you're capable enough to solve it while he's there to lend an ear...with snacks <3

What he needs: Gift Giving and Quality Time

Ruggie would really appreciate it if you give something in return. He genuinely doesn't mind if you spend a thousand madol (he'd probably tear up if you tell him the price) or give him something handmade. He's the type to appreciate the thought behind them especially if it's coming from his s/o.

He'd put your gifts on a shelf or his bedside table just so he could see them before he goes to bed and as soon as he woke up. If you love to cook and give him his meal, he'd stood there dumbfounded. He'd eat every part of it even if you add a little too much of something. He does appreciate the gesture and would ask you if you could cook him some more.

Speaking of food, I see you guys cooking together, be it teaching you how to make certain meals or just craving something in your or his dorm's kitchen. He'd shoo away any prying eyes or wandering beastmen just so it's just the two of you. casually flicking flour in your direction or stealing a utensil and only giving it back if you kiss him ~

Even when he's busy doing work or odd tasks from Leona, he'd appreciate you being there just to chat or even help out. What you can also do is ask him to personally show you how to do certain tasks to get all close and personal with him. He might know what you're up to but he ain't complaining~

Ruggie's always on the move, working his tail off and making sure he's stable enough once he graduates from NRC so have some quiet time with him. he might be twitching to get going but a couple of strokes in his ear would ease the tension on his shoulders. Let this hyena relax once in a while TvT and oftentimes this happens, you'd find a cute hyena beastman sleeping soundly on your lap.

Jack Howl

How he shows it: Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service

He may be a bit stand-offish and distant at the start of the relationship but he does mean well. You'd notice pretty early on that he's a bit awkward when he's around you but there are certain ways that he treats you differently from his friends. Take sports for example.

He'd be the type to personally help you if it's something PE or sports related. Make sure you're in top form and all that <3 A cute moment I see with this is that he'll get so wrapped up in helping you work out that it would take a while before he notices the proximity between you two. You'd know once you hear him slow down his speech and that he'd avert his gaze from yours.

Jack would be the type to be there at your side as you two walk to class in case anyone would want to mess with you. He'd nonchalantly carry your entire backpack and even more which is his earnest and cute way to show off his strength to you. Another way he shows affection is by also helping you in academics. You two would be shushed by Professor Trein pretty often when you guys study in the library. I see Jack as someone who'd hype someone up if they get a question right after so many tries.

At times when you're upset, he'd hold you close as he tries his best to say the right words but would be quiet throughout most of it. It does depend if what made you upset would determine his next course of action. sometimes it would upset you when Jack just gives you straight-up advice when what you want was comfort. You'd just have to talk to him about what you want from him and he'd understand. But if what troubles you is a 'who'… honestly good luck to that guy.

He's not much of a talker but what gets him passionate is at times when you need some words of encouragement when you're feeling insecure about something. Jack is the kind to be straight to the point and won't sugarcoat but would acknowledge your strong feats for whatever you're dealing with at the time.

What he needs: Quality Time and Gift Giving

The kind of guy that would appreciate actions rather than words from their s/o. Jack would describe himself as a lone wolf (no pun intended) so seeing you genuinely want to hang out with him, makes him feel something inside <3 Get him talking about his interests like gardening where you'll get his eyes light up which is always a highlight of your day~

A way to spend time with him is through his morning jogs. it's a way to get some alone time between the two of you and you guys to be active together. Sure the sacrifice would be to wake up early than expected but seeing his face light up whenever you join him for a run is worth it! It also allows you two to talk while around campus. We all know Jack is a pretty private individual so having a genuine conversation with you as you two work out early in the day, not only strengthens your bond as a couple but also increases his appreciation for you <3

Surprise him with small genuine gifts! it could be seed packets that you guys could plant together, new sporting gloves, or even a beverage after his club activities. He wouldn't know what to say at first cuz he's trying to reboot himself internally from your sweet gesture. Sometimes he's confused about how you affect him with whatever gesture you do but he lets you do it anyway because it leads you to have this glint in your eye.

Give him a challenge. Be a little competitive with him cuz it not only excites him but fuels him to do activities with you. challenge him on who can finish all their homework for the day or race him to the cafeteria and the loser has to buy lunch. He enjoys the playfulness, which keeps him on his toes and helps to study for him fun cuz he gets to do it with you.

Like in most cases with Savanaclaw, Jack is oftentimes pretty stubborn and would like to be left alone. Besides all of the bonding moments and receiving gifts, what he'd appreciate is if his s/o would cut it straight with him or in other words, call him out. He can take your words so long as it doesn't cross any boundaries of his but otherwise, he'll understand where you're coming from. He's gonna make mistakes but so long as you, his s/o, are gonna talk it out with him, his will heart skip a beat every time. All the more reason to be with you more.

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[lilacsinjuly]

Could I request Miguel O’Hara x Fem Scientist who has been rivals with him before he became Spiderman, and over the years has developed a crush on him

equation.

miguel o’hara x reader

cw: pining, miguel is oblivious to his feelings, rivalry.

word count: 0.9k

nsfw part two

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

-`♡´-

you were the bane of miguel o’hara’s entire existence. every teasing remark and smirk of victory made him seethe with anger.

however, he had to give you some credit. nobody challenged him or motivated him as well as you did. of course, he was only motivated to do better than you.

still, the way you made him feel helpless and lose his composure with a single comment would never fail to make him even more determined to beat you in anything and everything.

you both worked in science and had hoped to improve the lives of others by using it. and whilst people would continuously praise miguel for all his accomplishments, he couldn’t deny how smart and impressive you were - and that bugged him constantly.

he was in a slump. the new project he’d been working on showed little progress, and when he saw your face walk into the room, a bounce in your step, he internally groaned. he knew he was in for about ten minutes of your bored pestering.

when you noticed him, you absentmindedly turned in the opposite direction you were supposed to be going in just so you’d have an excuse to walk by his desk and speak to him. a small habit you had developed over the time you've known him, along with some other irritating routines.

of course, he had never noticed. his mind was always clouded by a sort of one-sided rivalry between the two of you for him to notice the little crush that had developed within you. and he was certainly too blind to see his own reciprocation of those feelings.

"o'hara." you greeted as you reached his desk, tilting your head to look at him as he gave a slight reluctant grunt. "thats not the same project that you've been working on for a while now is it? and here i thought you were almost as smart as me. shame." you teased.

he raised an annoyed eyebrow at you as he ran his hand through his tousled hair. you noticed the bags under his eyes and tension in his shoulders, causing a confusing amount of concern inside of you.

"let me take a look." you said, as you pulled up a chair next to him. he stared at your lips when you spoke to him, yet he caught himself in the act and prayed you hadn't noticed. why did he do that?

"i'd rather you didn't-" he was cut off by you sliding a few sheets of work over to where you sat. he huffed as he gave up. "help yourself, i guess."

"did you expect more from me?" you nudged his shoulder as he leaned back.

a grin formed on his face for the first time in a long time. "no, not at all."

after a few minutes of scanning through his notes, your eye had been caught by an equation that seemed off. before pointing it out, because god forbid you be wrong in front of miguel - you'd never hear the end of it, you looked closer and tried to put your finger on what could be the issue. finally, you realised, and a winning smirk appeared on your face as you realised you were about to point out such an obvious flaw in miguel's project. maybe this rivalry isn't so one-sided.

"this equation is wrong." you began to explain to him the problem with the mistake you had seen as you scribbled over his incorrect notes. "it's all dependant on that one equation, really."

you laid back in your chair as miguel scanned over your scribblings with wide eyes in hopes to find something wrong about what you were saying. but no. you were completely right.

"you- i-" he stuttered over his words in shock, when finally, he sighed with a look of defeat.

"go on, say it big boy." you teased leaning over to him, your heart picked up when you saw a slight flush on his cheeks when you did so. no, he's just embarrassed.

he rolled his eyes at you, annoyed. "you're right." he grumbled.

"how very kind of you, miguel." you smirked and stood up. "this reminds me of the first time i corrected you. maybe it's time to understand that i'm just the better scientist. really, you should just retire early." you shrugged, as though your words were a plain fact, obvious to anyone but the stubborn miguel.

ever since meeting miguel, you were drawn to him entirely. yet he never paid much attention to you until the first time you corrected him, which pissed him off. ever since then, he had done everything in his power to save his ego and prove himself the better scientist, much like a child.

yet for some unknown reason, you loved his competitiveness. and you loved how determined he was to prove himself. you also loved the idea of always being on his mind.

if such a childish dispute would keep his attention on you, it was completely worth it.

"go home and sleep, miguel. you've worked hard enough." you gave him a tight lipped smile, yet refused to look at him after showing him some affection.

yet, when his eyes did meet yours, his mind began to race, feelings of adoration circling around him as he felt hearts in his eyes, before he pushed any abnormal feelings away. "since when did you care so much?"

your shoulders slumped. is he really that oblivious? surely such a smart man couldn't possibly miss the hints you've sent him.

"i've always cared, miguel."

note: i'm so tired but i rlly wanted to get this request done so most likely lazy writing and spelling errors im so sorry lol i'll improve it in the morning. this is my first request and i'm not really used to it but i hope you like it nevertheless anon <3

update: i FINALLY proof read this and idk why it got over 100 notes this truly is awful and the amount of spelling errors😭 anyway, i got a request asking for a smutty part 2 so i’ll be working on that shortly<3

#fanfic #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel o’hara x you

[wordsvomit101]

1. The funeral

(2 weeks after the death of Mr and Mrs Lee)

"It's raining," Minhyeok stood there, his eyes fixed on the people who were leaving. He couldn't help but ponder over their departure.

It was pouring rain, with each droplet hitting the ground creating a soft thud. He felt that the weather was fitting for the occasion. The sound of the raindrops filled his ears, creating a peaceful atmosphere that served as a sort of cool-down after the events of the day. It had been quiet and dreadful, with a heavy cloud of sadness looming over everyone. It was as if the rain was a reflection of their collective sorrow, slowly washing away the remnants of the day. Despite the dreariness of the weather, there was something calming and soothing about it all. The sound of the rain, combined with the emptiness of the streets, made him feel as though the world had come to a standstill, just for a moment.

The funeral had just ended five minutes ago, and the guests had finished paying their respects to the deceased and exchanging mourning. They were now leaving and heading back home.

"There is not much food or wine to delay them further anyway" 

He walked over to the violet-haired girl in the room and looked at the last person still remaining before the two portraits, eyes red and hollow, unnervingly so. His heart clenched as he remembered the once-brightly grinning girl who jokingly accepted his childish proposal, a face, and memory that seemed far too distant at this point.

"It doesn't fit her... no, she wasn't supposed to lose them" Her parents, her smile, her happiness, he knew there were more but it hurt to think more of what was lost that day. 

He's grateful that his parents would assist Raon in obtaining her parents' death certificates and managing other complex matters following the funeral. It would be tedious, he was quite sure. However, the fact that he couldn't do much more for Raon besides holding and comforting her is upsetting, it doesn't sit right with his skin. He doesn't know why he was praised for getting Raon out of that house that day, as much as he likes compliments, it felt empty that time, even more so when he saw Raon's passed out later.

He noticed the girl's slight movement in his embrace before he realized that his shoulder was damp with tears.

"She used to be a loud crier" 

He was aware of her tendency to throw tantrums when she got frustrated. Sometimes, offering her snacks could calm her down, but if that didn't work, she would cry even louder. Once, he had helped her parents calm her down for three hours when one of her favorite toys went missing. But now, her hiccups were barely audible, and her pained whine sounded like someone being choked. Her chest heaved painfully and uncontrollably. However, she calmed down a little when he gently ran his hands in a circular motion on her back. 

"..."

It would have been silence if it wasn't for her sniffling and slow breathing.

"..."

"..."

"I miss them already" She let out a sudden, quivering voice, her head still nestled in the safety of his shoulder.

"... Me too" 

"I want to eat Mom's Galbi Jjim"

"Yeah, she always makes it less spicy than the usual recipe for you"

"I want to show Dad my last semester grades"

"Your math improved a lot, I bet he would brag about it to my old man afterward"

"They promised to take me to Japan on New Year... They said it was Shiga Agricultural Park in Hino City"

"I heard the view there was great, they did told us they used to have a date there"

They keep talking like that for a while, Raon will say what she wants and Minhyeok will answer her, letting her relive in a happier time of the past that won't come back. He thinks he heard his parents and brother talking outside the room at some point, but they left them be. 

He had to relocate Raon to a more comfortable position to lean on the wall but never stopped listening and answering her rambles. They stayed like that, with her buried on his shoulder and him comforting her with his arms, and talked for an hour until...

"I want to kill the bastard that killed them" She said softly, eyes distant.

"..."

He was supposed to be surprised but... he can't, he knows he wouldn't be different if it were his parents or his brother. He's not as forgiving and "mature" as most people give him credit for. 

He softly breathes in the rain scent from outside the window, letting it ease his bones and sag him down the wall beside her. He thought about it when Raon quietly waited for him to answer her. 

"... Then no one will find out your secret from me"

He doesn't know if it is the right answer but the girl leaning on his shoulder seems to be relaxed enough to pass out to sleep. He should carry her back to her room in his home, but his legs don't seem to move nor does his arms. He only sits there and watches the rain that slowly lessen over time. 

It was a strangely mind-numbingly boring and calming activity, usually, he would rather swing his baseball bat or run around the park to think more clearly after. This doesn't feel so bad.

"..."

He turned to look at the two portraits again. They each depicted the faces of a confidently smiling, beautiful man and a handsome woman with fierce eyes. It feels like they're expecting something from him, to swear a promise, and give out his loyalty to the girl sleeping next to him. He can't hear them saying "Look after our silly daughter" anymore but he likes to think he is correct in his understanding this time at least.

He bows twice in the direction of the portraits, there is a burning in his veins and a sting in his slightly red eyes when he does it. Then, quietly, almost like a whisper, he said:

"Me and my family will keep her safe, Mr and Mrs Lee"

The exhaustion must have get to him if he think they seem pleased for a moment.

"I believe peace will wait for you two in the afterlife"

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End notes:

Galbi-jjim (braised beef short ribs) is one of the most popular Korean dishes. It’s made with beef short ribs and is often prepared for special occasions.

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb minhyeok #whb mc #first time writing a draft like this #will mostly write minhyeok's pov throughout the whole thing later on #It will be heavily ooc after though since I wanna see what would happen if minhyeok is still in love with mc #but filter out most of the pick me ands raising mc side of things #if you expect canon minhyeok without any canon divergence i recommend you to look for other posts #i mostly write out my fantasy here

[maxwell-mtv]

To Wish Upon a Winter Star [Morris x G/N!Reader]

[HEY THERE, HI THERE, HO THERE! Sorry this took me a moment, I had to make sure this was perfect and then realized this would make for an excellent series so this will probably only be part 1 tbh. So my apologies for the offish end, but I assure you this intended to be a series now.

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNINGS: Spicy old men who will gladly kill each other if they were only able too, jealousy, and brief alcohol mention!

Any who-sies, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year to all you lovely folks out there <3. I hope you enjoy, and let me know if there's anything I can improve upon. I want to only produce the best for you all.]

“Morris Tod, the manager of Joja Mart, at our town's festival? That's ridiculous! What business does that corporate pig have nosing around our traditions? As if he has any right to intrude! He's the one who's actively ruining this town!” The shop owner slaps his newspaper onto his sales counter. 

With a careless shrug, the purple haired girl finishes shuffling through her backpack.. “I don't know, Dad, that's just what Sam was telling me. Seems like maybe he's really trying to get involved.”

Sniffing and narrowing his eyes, the hunched man takes a bitter sip from his coffee mug. “What are the odds he's only showing because of the new Farmer?” His question was framed more as an accusation than a genuine point of conversation.

“I don't know. I don't care. I just don't want you to have an aneurysm when you see him there like you did when he showed up to the Luau…” The young woman rolls her eyes as she slings her bag over her shoulder and heads for the exit.

“Language, Abigail!” The man nearly stands up from his stool. “And where do you think you're going with that bag?”

“Outside?” She responds incredulously, pushing her way out the store.

Sitting back in his seat, Pierre takes another sip from his mug but not before scoffing at his daughter's rude attitude. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

…

Looking like Ebenezer Scrooge in the way he dressed, Morris carried on conversation after conversation with the locals in town square. It was funny how despite his general appearance that the man could be so charming when he wanted to be. At least to him, all it took was a one-liner here and there, then a charming incentive to make them want more. For hours, every chance he got, he'd practiced and practiced for every possible scenario. Even in the mirror in those brief moments when he'd be tying his bowtie, he'd practice his facial expressions and the endearing expressions that would help charm those around him.

Despite his best efforts, these skills could only take him so far. Often only as far as the supermarket he ran. He wasn't as sought after as he may have liked, years of rejection and loneliness helped to drive that point home especially. Now, as he took his seat on a corner table, this point was driven home for him once more. No one came up to him, and with every passing glance of the locals, he swore he wasn't truly welcome there. Perhaps observing this town's tradition this year wasn't the best idea. He could have easily taken his one day off a year and stayed home. Or maybe he could even call his mother who he'd hardly talked to since he basically moved into the town.

Bouncing his leg, he glances over to spot the incoming farmer who seemed in a rush to get to the festivities. Glancing at his wrist watch, he saw why they were in such a rush. It was already nearly noon, halfway through the celebration hours.

Suddenly, his ideas of leaving, escaping, or anything of the sort disappear. He watches the young farmer as they start their rounds. But he's taken by surprise when a strange pang of jealousy bubbles within him as he watches them talk to Pierre before scurrying off towards the others. He stands and weaponizes this strange new feeling, planning his his attack while he approached Pierre's stall, he makes sure the farmer's back is turned for this next part.

Resting an arm on the desk part of the stall, he glances at Pierre. “Working year round, are we?”

“Save for Wednesdays, I have no choice.” Pierre responds coldly.

“What a shame, this wouldn't happen if you'd just close up shop and work for us. We could use a good numbers guy.”

“Oh really?” The tired middle aged man says sarcastically. “Is that so?”

“Oh yes, you know pricing all our items can become quite the daunting task. I'm sure a man of your caliber could easily achieve such low-brow work.” Morris says, finding himself to feel rather proud in the moment.

Pierre gawks and nearly chokes on his own spit. “What's your deal, you slimy scumbag?” He spits out through clenched teeth. “What's your fetish with tearing me down and ruining my life every chance you get?”

Morris's grin widens as he gets this response. “I would say you're the one who's self-sabotaging, Pierre. After all, how hard could it be to just shut down shop and work for a more secure job?”

“Because I'd be letting you win.”

“What a childish way of looking at things.” Morris takes a pause to glance over his shoulder to make sure the farmer was nowhere in ear shot. He quickly turns and leans in, smirking at his glowering counterpart. “Why don't you just surrender this losing battle of yours? I'll gladly take your clients off your hands and in return you can spend more time with your darling family.”

“As far as I'm concerned, you can kiss my-” Before Pierre can finish his statement, his wife approaches with two plates sandwiched together. Morris takes this opportunity to leave and go to the tables of food and beverages, some of which this year proudly provided by the local Joja Mart. It was merely a small show of appreciation to the townsfolk for letting him join in on the local festivities.

As you finished your rounds, you took a deep breath. Now all there was to do was to give your secret person the gift, receive yours and then you could head out. As you approached Willy to say hello and hand him his gift, you're stopped by a familiar voice. 

“Well if it isn't my favorite soon-to-be customer!” Morris approaches, holding out a travel cup for you to take. His cheeky grin never falters as he eyes you over. 

“Oh, hey Morris.” You hadn't known the man outside of the few awkward encounters at and around Pierre's. You only ever went over the stream for the Library or Clint's so you hardly ever thought about Joja Mart. You glance warily at the steaming cup, wondering what it was you were supposed to do.

“Here, it's rather chilly out here, don't you think?” He gestures for you to take the cup before sensing your hesitance. “Don't worry, this is Joja's finest cocoa! It's soy, dairy, nut, and gluten free!”

“Then what's in it?” You question, skeptical of any and all Joja products, having worked for the central offices for so long.

“That's a surprise.” He winks at you, basically placing the cup in your own hand at this point.

You take a moment to smell the steam billowing from the cup, only for you to instinctually lean away. “Thanks.” Noting the oddly chemical scent, you lean away and subtly place the cup on a table behind you.

“Not a problem. I don't know why they hold this event outside. Wouldn't it be much more reasonable to have it indoors?” He glances around the set up. “Joja Mart is always happy to rent out our vast, open spaces. Our shelves are easily movable with the help of our able-bodied staff!”

“I heard they used to hold this in the Community Center before it crumbled apart.” You mention passively.

“I see, I suppose this way when it gets dark, we can all gather to see the star.”

“The star?” Was there really the legendary star? You'd never seen it before, of course it was a local legend for a reason.

Nodding the larger man turns to point you towards where the sea was. “Ah yes, the star. Haven't you heard the story yet?” He cocks a brow. “Everyone in town knows the story, even I do. Although if you ask me, I think it's all fantasy.”

Intrigued, you pry for the story. He tells it to you with less enthusiasm and color than Willy might have, but it was informative to say the least. If only you hadn't been interrupted on your way to the fisherman, it would perhaps seem more magical to you. “How would you like to meet me tonight on the docks? I’d be happy to point it out to you.” 

You didn't know why, but the way his crimson eyes stared into yours inclined you to say yes. “Sure.”

“Great! Meet me tonight at 10, I'll be waiting by the fishing shack.” He establishes, letting you go off to finish what you were inclined to do.

…

Hours go by, the festivities quickly wrap up with Pierre hardly making any gold. Exhausted, everyone goes back to their respective homes, others retire to the Saloon for a late night drink to calm their nerves. At the bar side, Morris sips on an Old Fashion and thinks over the day's events. What was up with that feeling inside his chest from earlier? Why did he so readily and easily insult and belittle Pierre? Sure they'd always had a strained business relationship, if one could even call it that. But he certainly went too far to go out of his way to shut him down like that. For a brief moment, Morris could feel some guilt festering in his stomach before drowning it with a final sip from his drink. 

Setting the empty glass down, he places down a fine amount of gold to match the generosity shown to him with the potency of Gus's pour. He strides from the Saloon and makes his way over the bridge to the beachside. Any minute now, he'd need to show the new farmer a star he didn't even know the location of. All he knew was he would know it when he saw it. 

Sitting on the docks, he lets his finely crafted leather shoes dangle over the water. Truly the drink had helped to let him relax more than normal. Leaning back, he takes a deep breath in. This was it. He was going to sell the farmer on Joja. Who didn't love to support a manager who went out of their way to create a relationship with them?

He heard the sound of steps walking over the creaking wooden boards which separated them from the sea below. Glancing over his shoulder, his hazy mind grew elated at the sight of you. His usual cheeky smile returned, but you could swear there was something different about it. 

“Hey! If it isn't my favorite soon-to-be customer!” He says, turning his attention back up to the night sky. His heart seemed to skip a beat, only to pound all the harder to make up for lost time. His cheeks flushed red, but you couldn't see that, much to his luck, under the night light. “Come join me.” He offers a place next to him, patting his hand on the wooden docks.

“You sure? The dock is rather wet.” You cautioned yourself, unsure of his intentions. It was clear that something was off about his demeanor, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“You don't have to if you don't want to. I've just always loved this spot.” He shrugs, continuing to get lost in the stars above.

“Are you okay? You don't seem like your usual self today. I mean, Pierre even told me how you absolutely tore him to shreds earlier. I don't know you very well but if I had to guess I'd think something was wrong.” You take your seat next to him, albeit carefully considering you weren't wanting to get hypothermia tonight if you happened to slip into the waters below.

Morris felt his stomach drop. Of course Pierre would tell the farmer about that. “Oh, yes. I don't know what happened with that.” He lies, looking into the distance. That was the last thing he wanted to think about right now.

You take a moment to look over the manager's features. His slightly feathered hair, his sorrowful, almost empty expression, not to mention his glistening red eyes. It felt as if this wasn't the manager you'd grown to know over time. “Morris,” you start. 

He looks over and into your eyes. “Hm?”

“You know you don't have to put on an act with me like everyone else, right? I hate it when people feel the need to wear a mask around me in order to gain my favor.” You confess, looking into his softening gaze.

“I don't know what you mean.” He chuckles, trying to brush it off.

“Listen, I know it might be hard, especially doing it all the time but you can let your guard down around me. Either way, I'm never going to shop at Joja Mart.”

That last sentence gets his attention, his glasses nearly tilting off his face with how fast he shoots you a look. “What!?”

“Yeah, I hate to break it to you but I'm in full support of Pierre. So please, stop pretending.” Shrugging, you watch as the man goes through several stages of processing.

For a moment, Morris wonders why he's even sticking around then. He knew he could charm anyone into shopping at his store, sometimes all it took was a big enough discount to have them reeling in. Then again, why didn't he try that already? 

He looks to you and sighs, slumping his shoulders and swallowing his pride. “I suppose that's only fair.” He relents.

You watch in surprise as he gets up and starts walking off the docks. Wasting no time, you rise to your feet, slipping a little as you rush after him. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” He says, sounding defeated.

“You were supposed to show me the star.” You point out. 

“Hm?” He looks back over his shoulder at you, he'd nearly forgotten.

“Yeah, you were going to show me the star.” 

“You still want to see it?”

“Of course I do.”

“Willy would be far better for that.”

“Willy's not around.” You state bluntly. You were not about to let this man go so easily. At least, not in the state he seemed to be in now.

Turning around, Morris runs a nervous hand through his already messy hair. “Look, I won't lie to you, I don't even know where that stupid star is.” 

It was as if in letting his mask fall, he'd revealed just how exhausted he really was. And the alcohol in his system certainly didn't help with him feeling it.

“That's okay, we can look for it together.” You insist calmly. “Unless you'd like to go home, in which case I'm completely fine with that too. But I'd love it if you'd look for it with me.”

Your subtle plea peaks his fancy. “I-I can stay.” He says, wondering if he'll regret this.

But just as his doubts were getting the best of him, your warm smile washes any future regret away.

Cut to nearly an hour of sitting back on the slippery docks together, you two start pointing out stars. 

“I think it might be that one.” You say, pointing to another especially bright star. 

“No, what about that one?” Morris points up in his own direction. 

“Which one?” 

Morris leans in and tries to point your vision towards his. “There.”

“I don't know which one you're seeing, but you're definitely wrong.” You say, leaning into him more until you two are touching. It felt so right, considering the chilly outdoors, his warm body made the lovely view even cozier. Morris chuckles and shakes his head. “No, see? It's large and purple and-”

“That's a plane.” You burst out laughing.

Morris looks down at you and adjusts his glasses. “What?”

“Yeah, that's a plane! See? It's lights are flashing, that's why they look-”

“Ey, what're ya two doing out here at this late hour? Don'tcha know I'm trying ta sleep in here?” A scruffy voice hollers from the window at the top of the fishing shack. 

Both of you dart your eyes up to meet the fisherman's gaze. “Sorry, Willy.” You say. “I didn't even know you were in there.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. But just so you two know, the Winter Star is over there.” He points in the direction of the town where a large, looming purple star is clearing shining upon the sandy beach. “Now get outta here ye two love birds!” And with that, you two are left to each other again.

For a moment, you stare into each other's eyes again before you eventually break the awkward silence with laughter. “Well, we found it!” You manage to say.

“Yeah.” Morris says softly, glancing at you with a new found fondness. 

Love birds?

This could be the beginning of something he'd been needing all along.

#I am in full support of the hc that Morris is on the spectrum #I just relate to him too much for that not to be the case #There's no way he's not just putting his acting skills to the test everyday of his life. #I hope everyone's christmas was as great as mine #If not i hope this helps???? #Morris sdv #Morris #sdv #sdv farmer #sdv x reader #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #morris stardew valley #joja co #joja #pierre sdv #stardew valley #stardew imagines #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #Stardew Valley #Joja Mart #fanfic #fanfiction #Maxwell_MTV

[lliminall]

yandere!chrollo/phinks/feitan and what they make you wear

tags: implied fem reader, yanderes being creeps, extremely biased clothing selection lmao I basically pulled half of these from my own boards

chrollo

I have to agree with the general consensus that chrollo is a collarbones and thigh man, but may I also offer: the space between the neck and shoulder, and the soft tummy area between your hips. so naturally, lots of wide, low cut necklines and fabric that hugs your waist and shows every soft curve

I’m imagining soft, feminine silhouettes and fine fabrics that show every detail of skin underneath. I think he would even intentionally select fabrics that are fine enough to be see-through under the right lighting, so when you put it on in your room everything looks good, but when you step in front of a window he can see the outline of your body and your underwear. he’s sort of a creep he just does a very good job of hiding it lmao

skirts skirts skirtsss unless you’re vehemently opposed, there would be basically no pants in your wardrobe. skirts and dresses only. he loves the silhouette of a long sweeping maxi skirt but also the flirtatiousness of a hem that hits right below your ass

I can see him coming up behind you while you’re wearing a dress and striking up a casual conversation, but the whole time he’s got his hands loosely fisted in the fabric of the skirt, caressing your hips and playing with it just enough to make you think he’s about to lift it a little bit too high. just enough that you can feel the hem brush against your ass and worry that your panties will show. I hate him

pics below the cut for your convenience:

feitan

when he first takes you, I don’t think he would bother to put any thought into your wardrobe. he’d probably just give you whatever clothes were the easiest for him to get ahold of, and I doubt they would be the most flattering or even fit properly. imagine he just walks in with a walmart bag one day and hands you like five of those $10 tshirts that say shit like “I DON’T WANT TO ADULT TODAY.” what if he hands you one of those violently yellow minion shirts. I might kill myself and he does it on purpose too

HOWEVER I don’t think that would necessarily last forever. I’m still not over the fact that’s he’s into Trevor Brown’s art, which if you’re unfamiliar with, features a lot of creepy-cute style girls in lolita-esque clothing. I feel like eventually he’d realize that he’s wasting a perfect opportunity by making you walk around in unflattering stained tshirts when he could be dressing you up like a paper doll in whatever he wants

I’m imagining white for his darling, or maybe even really soft pastels, especially pinks. he likes the innocence of it, how sharply it contrasts with his own personality and aesthetic. I think he enjoys the feeling of being some kind of “big bad wolf” or the “monster under the bed” with you, and this would even further highlight the power imbalance between you

I love the idea of his darling in babydoll dresses and nightgowns, frilly and flowy and almost infantilizing. honestly though I feel like his taste in clothes would be sort of shit so I have taken many liberties with the example pics PLEASE if you have to be kidnapped the least he could do is let you look cute ffs

phinks

ASS MAN ASS MAN ASS MAN you can’t blame the guy for just wanting to see some cheeks

booty shorts, those skin-tight flare pants with the patterns…you know the ones, the ultimate butt-flattering pants. the man is constantly horny, he would have you walking around naked if he could

I don’t think he would force you to wear anything. he would just be so handsy whenever you did put on the clothes he picked for you, he would not hold back with the praise and you would be 100% aware of how smoking hot he thinks you are in that outfit. you would realize very quickly how much it improves his mood to see you like this, and you could absolutely use it your advantage. the man would be willing to get you anything and dish out a lot of privileges just to see some ass peeking out of a pair of stupidly short shorts

#yandere hxh #hxh x reader #yandere hxh x reader #this is so self indulgent look away right now #spent 30 minutes trying to find good plus size examples and damn…Pinterest really is a barren wasteland for anyone above size 4 huh #hxh.ll #feitan.ll #chrollo.ll #phinks.ll #my works.ll

[cocogrrrl]

backstage secret

you and stan have been seeing each other in secret. after a show, you find stan sneaking into your room. stan marsh x gn!reader (band au) no cws wc: 741

“Good night, Chicago! Thank you so much, and I hope you all had a wonderful time.” You said from the top of your lungs as your bandmates played their last notes. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ As your team cleaned up the stage after your show, your manager came up to you guys to tell you that a group of journalists was waiting for you. Seeing how you all were musty and sweaty, he gave you about 20-ish minutes to freshen up. Quickly, you all retreated to your respective rooms.

You were cleaning up your makeup, a lot of it being washed out from all the sweat earlier. As you were retouching your concealer, you heard a familiar yet specific set of knocks on your door.

Although you knew who was already behind the door, you still made your way cautiously to the door. You opened the door and saw the man you expected—your lead guitarist,  Stan Marsh.

You two had been seeing each other for only a short while right now. Maybe about a week or two, give or take. Despite this, no one in your team, even including bandmates, knew about this. You both wanted to take your time, scared of what would happen if you two came forward with your secret relationship that consisted of routine sneaking outs and text messages.

He quickly welcomed himself inside your room, walking inside and closing the door as soon as you opened it. He dived right into your arms, his arms wrapped all over you as he gave you the lightest of kisses just about everywhere. He didn’t clean up yet, oh, not at all, but you didn’t pay too much mind to it—even if he was all greasy and grimy.

“I missed you so much,” he said in between kisses as you indulged yourself in them, even only for just a bit. “Ugh, I wanted to kiss you so bad earlier.” He mumbled into your shoulder.

You simply laughed. You were used to Stan acting so clingy, even if you two have been together for only just a short period. “We were just on stage earlier.”

“Exactly the problem. When we’re onstage, I see how amazing you are, and I get so proud and—you get my point.” He pouted, looking up at you with a jokingly sulking look on his face.

“Mhm,” you hummed as you combed your hands through his hair.

“You outdid yourself earlier, babe. You were so cool back there.” He said, setting himself down on a couch as he guided you beside him as well. 

“Thank you,” you replied as you scooted closer to give him a small peck on the cheek. “You were just as amazing as well. I noticed you added, like, a lot more flares and extra riffs to your solos earlier. I’m glad you gained a lot more confidence in your playing.”

A light blush was on his face. “Yeah… Thank you. I’m glad you can see my improvements as well.” He grinned.

“I think this show was our best one yet.” You looked him directly in the eye with the biggest smile on your face.

“Absolutely.”

The two of you stared at each other longingly. You both knew that the other wanted something more right now. As the two of you slowly inched closer, your lips lightly grazed each other right before you two desperately leaned in to share a passionate kiss. The two of you continued right before you pulled back abruptly.

“Stan,” you paused. He seemed worried, as if he did something wrong. “I’m sorry, but you should go change first. You know how strict Kyle is with these sorts of things.” You laughed, seeing his face go from worried to flat-out annoyed.

“Can’t they just move it to tomorrow?” He whined.

“Kyle said we have to leave early tomorrow, so it’s most likely they won’t be able to catch up with us. Besides, they said they wanted to get drinks with us so that it’d be in a more casual setting.”

“Fine, but we’re continuing this right after, okay?” He said, getting up and heading to the door.

“Oh, yeah, totally.” You smiled, heading back to your vanity where you were touching up your makeup moments ago. “See you in five minutes. Change your shirt, at least, okay?”

“Alright, Mom.” He spat out the last part jokingly, rolling his eyes for extra effect. “I’ll see you in a bit. Bye, bye.”

“Bye, Stan.” 

#south park fanfiction #south park x reader #stan x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x you #cocogrrrl's writing

[daniwritesstuffandthings]

Fluffy with a little bit of spice that will leave you wanting more.

Tav gets Astarion blood drunk.

Pretty tame and cute. Enby!Tav

No warnings other than obvious vampire things, biting and blood.

I stumbled around the camp until I found my cozy bedroll. The warmth that radiated from the campfire danced roughly with the alcohol in my stomach. I lowered my eyelids for a few minutes. Camp was quiet that night, the only thing I could hear was Scratch twitching and making little dream whines. I hear soft footsteps approaching. Not trying to be silent, just quiet enough so their footsteps don't wake the unconscious. Ah, Astarion. I almost forgot about our nightly arrangement. Was I that drunk?

"Hello, darling." His honey-sweet voice floated into my eardrums.

I sat up onto my elbows with a sway and attempted to focus my eyes. "Hello... You."

"Looks like someone has gotten into the firewine barrel. I'm jealous."

I flopped back down on the pillow. "Look, if my blood is too polluted for you, then you can ask someone else. I'm sure Gale would let you munch on his neck if you asked nicely."

Astarion gave me the most disgusted face. "Gale? Ha. I would sooner drink from a mind flayer... Ew."

His eyes slowly drifted over my body then shot up to my face and he crossed his arms. "You know, since you're compromised I can't in good faith drink from you without enthusiastic consent."

I rolled onto my side, seductively put my hand on my ass, and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Oh, so you're saying you don't want to take advantage of me when I'm in a... compromising position?" I said trying and failing to sound sober.

"As tempting as taking advantage of you sounds, I have been trying to improve on my moral standings as of late." He examined his fingernails and glanced back at me. He definitely just wanted to hear me beg him to feed on me, and I was just plastered enough to do it.

"Come onnnnnn." I whined. "I want you to be strong for the fight tomorrow. It's not like I'm begging you to sleep with me or something. " I swept my hair away and exposed my neck to him.

There was a pause as he considered my words for a moment, but then his eyes settled on my bare throat. "What a generous and pushy little thing. I like it." He grinned just big enough to show off his fangs.

Astarion kneeled beside me, pushing me down with just a finger on my chest. He leaned into me with the push. I could see the hunger flash in his eyes as his form engulfed my own. One of his hands slid underneath my shoulder, the other tilting my head to the side, his thumb gently settled on my jawline. Astarion swallowed.

I felt his breath on my neck. "Are you ready?" He whispered, his lips grazing my neck, sending a chill down my spine. "Yes." I breathed out. I closed my eyes in anticipation for the sharp, icy shock that came quickly. I let out a gasp at the pain. I wrapped my arms around him, my left hand burying into his silver locks. A quiet moan escaped my lips. My right grasped and bunched his shirt in my fist. His pulls were needy tonight.

I felt his skin warm from his lips pressed to my neck and gradually to his back. I could almost feel him regaining his strength, and something else too. Something different. He was ...relaxing?

Being Astarion's personal blood donor had gotten to be a sort of bedtime routine. Astarion comes to me right before we sleep, feeds, then we sleep in our own bedrolls. Nothing too exciting once you get used to it.

Suddenly, Astarion pulled away and his body relaxed, his head coming to rest on my chest. I felt the worry rising.

"Astarion? Are you alright?" I said with a nudge.

"Mhm~" came his reply. "Never better." He nuzzled into my chest. The worry burning in my chest extinguished as the realization hit me like a blow from a great axe. Astarion was positively blood drunk. I giggled with the thought.

"Aww poor thing can't handle his sanguine-ria, can he?"

"I didn't know this could even happen." He said with a drunken slur, not even putting forth the effort to lift his head off my chest. "How much did you have to drink?"

"We may have had an alcohol dinner tonight. Elminster ate all the bread and cheese."

Astarion looked back at me sleepily, a lock of hair softly curtained his eyes. I tucked the unruly tuft behind his ear, barely grazing the pointed tip. Astarion shuddered out a breath.

"Was that a good sound or a bad sound?"

"Good." He huffed out.

"Oh, so the ear thing isn't a myth?" I said with a smirk.

I repeated the motion with more intent by tracing the curve of his ear with my fingertips. He squirmed and shuddered out another breath.

Astarion's leg came to rest on mine. My hand drifted down his back, aware the ridges of his scars, but not lingering on them. I focused on the way his back rose and fell with every breath.

A bit of blood still dripped down the corner of his mouth. I gently swiped it away with my thumb and painted it across his bottom lip. He took my thumb in his mouth and lapped up the remnants of my vital fluid, not even leaving a trace behind to rouge his lips.

I took this rare time to admire the features of his face. His irises were the color of faceted rubies. My palm came to rest on his jawline, and my thumb made lazy circles on his cheek. His skin was as white as ivory and as soft as a freshly bloomed rose petal.

Astarion propped himself over top of me, and his lips crashed against mine, his tongue coaxing my own lips open. I tasted the metallic tang of my lifeblood on his, the kiss deepening with need. Underneath the waves of passion, I felt an undercurrent of obligation.

I pushed him back slightly. "You know you don't owe me anything for allowing you to feed, right?"

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Well, of course. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm enjoying you, darling. In more ways than one."

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[jungwnies]

𝐬𝐚𝐧 ― 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

𝐀 = affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

san is quite affectionate. he never fails to show his love through hugging or having some sort of physical touch with you. not only that but he also tends to get you things while he’s out and surprise you but his main form of showing affection is hugging you and smiling around you. you know he’s happy and comfortable when he’s touchy and smiley.

𝐁 = beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

he would be such a good best friend. he’s always doing his best to make sure you’re happy and he’s your shoulder to lean on. he’s always there for you and he has never once left your side; even in arguments he is still there. the friend would most likely start because a random conversation sparked up; something about san radiates “im gonna talk to this person in line” and while he’s in line waiting to get whatever it is he starts a conversation with you and from there you guys exchanged numbers and became friends.

𝐂 = cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

yes; he loves to cuddle. he is little a cuddle bug as much as he won’t verbally admit it everyone knows it once they feel his arms wrap around him. his touch is warm and his hug is quite inviting

𝐃 = domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

yes, yes, and yes. he wants to have a family so bad. he wants to marry and settle down sooo bad. he loves the thought of having something so precious and having something that is only his. he’s not bad at keeping things tidy and making some foods but there’s always room for improvement.

𝐄 = ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

oh man, this is hard. this would be a tough pill to swallow; the thought of even mentioning breaking up breaks him. he would approach you in person and tell you everything and why.

𝐅 = fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

he loves the thought of it; but he wouldn’t want to rush anything.

𝐆 = gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

he’s super gentle. his touch is gentle, the way he treats you is gentle, he cares about you so much and he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

𝐇 = hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

all the time, i see san as someone who constantly craves physical touch so any time he gets to receive or give you a hug he’s going to take the chance; his hugs are warm and always inviting he’s never made you feel as if his hugs were nothing

𝐈 = i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

it takes him a while to confess his love; it's not that he doesn't love you but he wants the timing to be right; he would be completely shattered if he said it too soon that you don't like him enough to love him.

𝐉 = jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

he is super jealous; he might even the epitome of jealous and possessive. he loves you in a way where you wouldn't want someone else and albeit he knows that he can't help but think that someone is going to want YOU; you are godly in his eyes so when he sees someone trying to hit on you he immediately grabs onto your hand and places a kiss on your lips.

𝐊 = kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

lips, neck, somewhere on the upper body to be honest; he likes to leave soft longing kisses on your neck, especially when he's needy he will leave kisses on you; he likes to be kissed on his lips, he will pucker his lips in front of you and wait for a kiss.

𝐋 = little ones (how is he around children?)

i think he's good with children; but you wouldn't want him around children 24/7 because THAT might be a disaster

𝐌 = morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

he seems to be the type who wakes up early; if he's feeling energized then he will make breakfast; but sometimes he'll wake up, cuddle you a little closer and fall back asleep :')

𝐍 = night (how are nights spend with him?)

he sleeps well; some nights he's restless while some nights he's out like a light. he often keeps a show playing in the background or maybe even some white noise or some chill piano music in the background.

𝐎 = open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

he's not quick to open up; he takes awhile to open up but when he does he doesn't realize that he's telling you things about his life he's never told anyone. he doesn't say everything at once but things piece together as the relationship goes on.

𝐏 = patience (how easily angered is he?)

he's easily angered if you push the right buttons but he's usually pretty calm and willing to talk through any problems; although he often pretends to be angry when he's really not.

𝐐 = quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

he remembers everything from the little things to the big things he remembers EVERYTHING.

𝐑 = remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

he loves the moments where everything is just smiles and joy; the smile he gives you where his eyes are barely open and his cheeky smile is the brightest thing in the world. his sweet smile along with you sweet laugh that sounds like music to him is his favorite moment.

𝐒 = security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

he is super super super super duper pooper super protective; he protects you by keeping you close but also reminding you that he will always pick you over himself; he doesn't feel the need to be protected but he feels safest when he's with you in general.

𝐓 = try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he just wants you to be happy but he doesn't put his full effort into his dates; he's more of a let's see how the day goes kinda guy but on anniversaries he will go the extra mile without a doubt

𝐔 = ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

his possessive might get the best of him at times but it's not too bad; albeit he can get quite annoying sometimes.

𝐕 = vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

he does not care an ounce of what he looks like; as long as he looks good in your eyes he is perfectly fine <3

𝐖 = whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

honestly, no. i don't think he's the type of guy who would rely on someone to feel complete since he wants to eliminate any chance of heart break or attachment.

𝐗 = xtra (random headcanon for him)

although he can be possessive and sometimes annoying he is undoubtedly the best boyfriend ever; he is the sweetest boyfriend and the cutest little love bug ever.

𝐘 = yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

i don't think he would want someone who is inconsiderate or arrogant

𝐙 = zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

i feel like he's the type of guy to sleep in like a full set of pajamas but he's also the type of guy who like... lightly snores ㅠㅠ

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[feyresdaughter]

A Court of Frost and Starlight, chapter 16-18:

Rhys POV

I snorted. “Careful how you whine. Feyre calls us Illyrian babies often enough.” Azriel chuckled. “Her flying has improved enough that I think she’s entitled to do so.” Pride rippled through me. Perhaps she wasn’t a natural, but she made up for it with sheer grit and focus.

AZRIEL AND RHYS BEING PROUD OF FEYRE AWWW

She looked radiant. Indeed, as Feyre emerged from the kitchen hallway, I took a moment to simply drink her in from where I sat in an armchair near the fire. She went right to Mor—perhaps because Mor was holding the wine, the bottle already outreached. I admired the view from behind as Feyre’s glass was filled. It was an effort to leash every raging instinct at that particular view. At the curves and hollows of my mate, the color of her—so vibrant, even in this room of so many personalities. Her midnight-blue velvet gown hugged her perfectly, leaving little to the imagination before it pooled to the floor. She’d left her hair down, curling slightly at the ends—hair I knew I later wanted to plunge my hands into, scattering the silver combs pinning up the sides. And then I’d peel off that dress. Slowly. “You’ll make me vomit,”Amren hissed, kicking me with her silver silk shoe from where she sat in the armchair adjacent to mine. “Rein in that scent of yours, boy.”I cut her an incredulous look. “Apologies.”

HE'S SO INTO FEYRE HE'S STINKING INTO AMRENS ZONE

Until—“Do you even celebrate Solstice in the Summer Court?” Until Cassian decided to open his mouth.

I want a young bat boys novella. Rhys already is so used to this shit, that happened A LOT

Varian turned his head toward where Cassian and Azriel lounged on the sofa, his silver hair sparkling in the firelight. “In the summer, obviously. As there are two Solstices.” Azriel hid his smile by taking a sip from his wine. Cassian slung an arm across the back of the sofa. “Are there really?” Mother above. It was going to be this sort of night, then.

Hehehehe

Feyre appeared beside my seat, her scent settling into me. I tugged her down to perch on the rolled arm of my chair. She did so with a familiarity that warmed something deep in me, not even bothering to look my way before her arm slid around my shoulders. Just resting there—just because she could. Mate. My mate.

Their love is everything to me

Feyre POV

He’d propped his head on a fist, his wings draped across the bed behind him. “Happy birthday, Feyre darling.” I groaned. “How are you smiling after all that wine?” - “I didn’t have a whole bottle to myself, that’s how.” He traced a finger down the groove of my spine

“I was hoping you’d forget.” Rhys smirked. “Of course you were.” Yawning, I dragged myself into a kneeling position, stretching my arms high above my head before I pulled the gift to me. “I thought we were opening presents tonight with the others.” - “It’s your birthday,” he drawled. “The rules don’t apply to you.” I rolled my eyes at that , even as I smiled a bit.

SJM should write more fluff, she hit the nail on the head with acofas

“Had you not been hoping that your own mate would forget your birthday.” I snorted. “Had I not been hoping for that.” I kissed him again, and when I made to pull away, he slid a hand behind my head and kept me there. He kissed me deeply, lazily— as if he’d be content to do nothing but that all day. I might have considered it.

“I want to draw you,”I said. “As my birthday present to me.”His smile was positively feline. I added, flipping open my sketchbook and turning to the first page, “You said once that nude would be best.”Rhys’s eyes glowed, and a whisper of his power through the room had the curtains parting, flooding the space with midmorning sunshine. Showing every glorious naked inch of him sprawled across the bed, illuminating the faint reds and golds of his wings. “Do your worst, Cursebreaker.”

He did that so fast, he was WAITING for this

She handed me one of the tarts, sugar sparkling. I bit in without hesitation and let out a hum of pleasure. Elain beamed.

Feyre and Elain in acofas are everything

“There’s an old manor house in the southeast, in the humans’ territory. Jurian and Vassa were … gifted it.” From the lines that bracketed his mouth, I knew who had likely arranged for the manor to fall into their hands. Graysen— or his father. I didn’t dare glance at Elain. “Rhys mentioned that they were still in Prythian. I didn’t realize it was such a permanent base.” Both trying to lead the humans who occupied the sliver of land at the southernmost end of Prythian. Left ungoverned for so long. Too long. No king or queen remained in these lands. No memory of their name, their lineage. At least amongst humans. The Fae might know.

That's a weird thing to mention so randomly

“Interesting.” His golden eye whirred. “What is.” Not feeling very festive at all, I said sharply, “That you now feel more comfortable with humans than with the High Fae. If you ask me—”

Just realized that Feyre feels hurt oh my heart

“I know you still blame yourself for your sisters being Made.”Mor nudged my knee with her own. “And because of that, you want to fix everything for them now that they’re here.” - “I always wanted to do that,”I said glumly. Mor smiled crookedly. “That’s why we love you. Why they love you.”

First of all, Feyre just wants everyone to be happy, she's adorable 😭 and second of all, MOR I LOVE YOU

Rhys’s answering laugh was bright as the sun on snow.

The way they are describing each other's laughs is everything, EVERYTHING, to me. EVERYTHING. Fr

“Three Illyrian warriors,” I said. “The greatest Illyrian warriors. Are having a snowball fight.” Mor’s eyes practically glowed with wicked delight. “Since they were children.” - “They’re over five hundred years old.” - “Do you want me to tell you the running tally of victories?”

Awwww

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[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 34

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Tommy and Ana finally get reconnected. 

Warnings = Language, Grammar, SEX, 18+, Mature themes. 

Word Count = 3983

Note -Basically it’s 3000 words of smut with a breeding kink you have all asked for Enjoy... Those of you who do not like this kind of writing I shall put a * where it starts and you can stop reading :) 

The sexual tension was killing me. Tommy and I had been dancing around each other for the past few days. We acted as though we were fine, forcing out smiles when we were in the eyes of his family but behind closed doors, we barely spoke two words to each other.

I closed the shop today for an extra-long lunch. I wanted to talk to Tommy after he slipped a contract into my purse without me noticing this morning and after reading it, I was annoyed.

My father had travelled to London late last night with my mother. After completing the suits for the unknown Italians, he boarded the next train available disappearing into the night, leaving me in charge once again.

Since returning to work I felt like the run of the shop fell on me, my mother came and went as she pleased, not doing any work. My father was more focused on his task that everything else fell to the way side.

Without noticing, I found myself doing everything. Sorting out the finances, which thanks to Tommy’s money was improving. I managed to store a little in the safe, for the start of the repayments. I even had a list of materials and fabrics we needed but at the minute I just didn’t have the time to outsource them.

Walking into Tommy’s office building in town, I first noticed Lizzies door was open but she was nowhere to be seen.

Rolling my eyes, knowing exactly where she would be. I marched up to the main office, opening the door without knocking to see Tommy studying the paperwork Lizzie was showing him.

She was bent over his shoulder, her long skinny finger pointing to the things she was explaining. Her dress was a size too small especially around the chest area but I could tell that was her intention.

Instead of feeling upset or jealous, I laughed. She was trying to shove her breasts into Tommy’s face, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was solely focused on the words written on the page.

Clearing my throat, Lizzie jumped away quickly, adjusting the dress, her face turning red from embarrassment as she brushed her dark hair behind her ear.

Tommy eyes left the page momentarily, blue eyes raking over my appearance. Clearing his throat, he excused Lizzie from the room, placing the document he was reading on his desk.

"Bring that dress to the shop, I'll re-adjust it for you. No charge." I smiled sweetly as Lizzie passed, making her way to the door, her face falling at my words.

"Anastasia, what do I owe the pleasure?" Tommy asked, a smirk growing on his face as he reached to his right, bringing the tumbler of brown liquid to his lips.

"You seriously didn't notice her shoving her breasts in your face?" I asked, walking into the room, resting my hands on the back of one of the guest chairs.

"I was well aware of it, didn't interest me." He shrugged, leaning back into his chair, his large frame quickly filling it out.

I felt my eyes rack over him as I brought my bottom lip between my teeth. The power simply oozing from him, just from the way he was sitting had my core tingling for attention.

I had to pull myself from my thoughts before a whimper could escape my lips. Clearing my throat, I reached into my purse pulling out the white document, throwing it onto his desk.

"Tommy, what's this? Is it supposed to be funny?" I asked, nodding down towards the sheet of paper when Tommy’s failed to take his eyes from me.

"I don't see how a contract of employment is amusing." He shook his head.

I watched as he reached forward taking a cigarette from his desk and placing it between his lips, running it along before lightening it. The smoke causing a light cloud in front of his face.

"I have a job, Tommy" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his blasé attitude, why did I have to explain this?

"I'm aware of your current employment status, Stace." He chuckled, pulling the white stick from his lips, pointing it at me along with his index finger. "Did you read it?"

"Of course I read it" I rolled my eyes at his question. Why would I be here if I hadn’t? "Is this all some kind of joke to you?"

"Am I laughing?" He asked, with a slight shrug of his shoulders and arms. A perfectly formed pout on his lips.

"Right, Tommy, this has to stop." I tell him, holding up my hand. I could feel a headache coming on already.

"I couldn't agree more." He nodded with a sigh, leaning forward in his seat he grabbed the document once more handing it to me. "Read it again."

Glaring at him, I left out a huff, snapping the paper from him and reading over the words for the second time today.

"My parents will never agree to this.” I tell him, shaking my head.

"Your father will. I've already spoken to him before he left last night. He said as long as you sign it, he will also be happy to sign."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," He repeated, reaching across his desk and pulling a pen from the caddy offering it to me.

"No."

"No?"

"Why are you repeating what I am saying, Tommy? I said no." I shook my head, my mind swirling with so many thoughts, my heart beating with so many emotions it was hard for me to process everything.

"Stace, speaking as a businessman, that is a good deal. No one else is going to offer you it." Tommy voice came out as rather condescending, as he exhaled a loud breathe.

"I don't want anyone to offer it we are fine as we are."

"What part of that business is fine, Stace?" He scoffed, squinting his eyes at me, his tilted his head to the side, the cigarette burning away between his fingers.

"Your father has worked so hard he has become delirious, your mother spends most of her time sniffing snow and you need a lot of materials but don't have the money or time to buy, and then there is the debt to me."

"My mother, what?" I asked, the sudden weight loss making sense. Everything else Tommy had said ignored.

"You didn't know?"

"Of course I bloody didn't know. She doesn't speak to me, not until recently." I defended. “How do you know she does that?”

“I told you before, nothing happens in Birmingham that I don’t know about.” He sighed putting his cigarette out in the ashtray. “And the reason your mother talks to you again is because she believe we are no longer together.”

“Why would she think that?”

"One of the lovely women at the bath house said you were alone for a few days, while I was in London, she made her own assumptions."

"I can’t believe this" I whispered, suddenly feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. My hands gripped the back of the chair so tight, my knuckles turned white.

"Sign the contract Stace. Look at this from a business point of view, it's a good investment, for everyone."

"Why are you doing this now?" I asked softly.

I knew that the deal he had drawn up was good. I just didn’t want to be going into business with him for the wrong reasons. We had enough issues personally, I didn’t want to add business to it as well.

"You want to be involved in my business." He spoke standing to his feet, walking to his drink caddy, pouring himself another glass. "It’s simply, your father signs the shop over to me, you run the place, money never becomes an issue. Your father retires happy, and your mother can snort herself to death."

"This isn't what I meant when I said I wanted to know about the business Tommy. In fact this is so far from it. It’s actually stupid.”

"It’s far from stupid Stace and this is as close as you're gonna get. So sign it." He explained nodding his head towards the paper in my hands.

"You're an asshole," I spat, dropping the contract back onto the table, grabbing my purse, ready to make my exit, but Tommy stood in my way, glass of whiskey in hand. His blue eyes darkened as he stared down at me.

"You're not walking out of here until you sign that contract."

"You can't stop me leaving.” I sneered side stepping around him only he followed my movements.

"I can, and I will Stace."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked unable to pinpoint the exact emotion I was feeling inside. There was rage, lust, joy, fear, sadness and that’s only to name a few. 

"I am trying to make you happy, fuck. Why can't you see that. Do you think I want to purchase a run-down tailor shop that is on its knees?"

"It's not run down," I defend with a scoff, crossing my arms across my chest.

"I would understand this attitude if I offered you a position within the Shelby Company but I'm fucking buying your dream job. Putting you in charge so you call the shots. But yet here you are, fighting me at every turn. What do you want from me?"

My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of his neck vein bulging out as he restrained himself from shouting and allowing Lizzie to overhear the argument we were having. 

There was so much fire, so much passion behind his eyes when he spoke about doing this for me, I could’ve pounce on him. He had never looked so sexy to me in all my life, and that was hard, considering that's all I thought about when it came to him.

The ache between my legs, making itself known as I stood before him all anger and annoyed feelings disappearing as he stared down at me. His fingers tightening around the rim of his glass as he waited for my answer. 

"Eh? What is it?"

Instead of responding with words, I raced towards him, planting my lips firmly against his, taking him by surprise for a moment before he returned the attack, dropping his glass of whiskey to the floor with a smash.

Our teeth clashed together as his hands rubbed along my upper arms, squeezing my shoulders before making their way to my hair, pulling the clasp holding it together, allowing my hair to cascade down my back.

Running my hands up his chest, I returned the squeeze on the shoulders before allowing my hands to tangle in his short hair, pulling it causing him to moan.

"Fuck I missed you." Tommy growled against my bruising lips, his hands working on the buttons of my dress, frantically pulling to get them apart.

"I missed you" I moaned, exposing my neck so his lips attached themselves to that spot under my right ear that drove me crazy.

"Fuck just watching you assert yourself in front of Lizzie. Almost had me bending you over the desk.”

"I wish you did," I groaned, allowing him to push me back towards his desk. My back hitting off the edge harshly causing me to hiss.

"Yeah you want me to fuck you in front of her show her who I belong to eh?” He chuckled, kissing his way down my chest.

His hand came up to knead the soft tissue of my left breast as his mouth nibbled and sucked through my bra before stopping suddenly. His head pulled back, eyebrows furrowed as he studied my breasts.

“What is it?” I asked, breathing heavily as his face hovered over my chest.

“Nothing” He shook off, diving back to work.

"You belong to me Tommy, no one else." I tell him brushing off his weirdness. My hands reached down to undo the buttons of his trousers.

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"I do, fuck I do." He breathed dropping to his knees, grabbing the bottom of my dress bunching it up in his hands, holding it above my waist only to have me push him away.

"No, it’s my turn.” I shake my head, guiding him up to his feet before pushing the waistband of his trousers down towards his ankles, quickly followed by his cotton shorts.

"Get on your knees love.” His voice was coated with nothing but lust. Stroking the side of my cheek, I dropped to my knees before him. His hard cock standing tall to attention.

"Mine." I spoke sternly wrapping my hand around the base, stroking his cock gently.

Above me Tommy inhaled sharply, his hand coming down to tangle itself in my hair as I continued to tease his length, gently blowing on the tip.

“Fuck Stace, take it in your mouth.” He breathed, grip tightening at the back of my head, his hips thrusting into my face. “Please”

“Maybe I should lock the door first” I spoke, suddenly becoming aware that Lizzie could walk in at any moment.

I knew she had seen Tommy’s impressive cock before, I just didn’t want her to get another look at it. It was mine now. 

“Fucking let er, let her see how am your man.” Tommy groaned, thrusting his hips forward once again, the tip brushing against my lips coating them with his salty precum.

Biting my lip, I glanced behind him once more. The thought of her walking in and seeing how I can please Tommy excited me all of a sudden.

“Open your mouth Stace, I wanna fuck your throat” He growled when I ignored him.

Taking my head in his hands, he stroked my cheeks before forcefully opening my mouth. He pushed forward allowing his tip to enter my mouth, the both of us moaning loudly at the feeling.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I allowed him to push into my mouth further, his cock hitting against the back of my throat instantly causing me to gag around him. 

“You take me so well, don’t you love?” He moaned out, stopping his movements briefly allowing me to adjust.

Moaning in response, I leaned forward taking more of Tommy into my mouth. Inhaling deeply through my nose until it pressed against his groin. Tommy’s fingers gripped at the back of my hair, his breathing stuttering in his chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Pulling away from him, I swirled my tongue around his length, using my hand to roll around his balls before I started to bob my head up and down his impressive member. The ache between my legs growing so hard and painful, I began to thrust into the air begging for some fiction.

“Fuck…Stace, your mouth is fucking perfect.” He moaned above me.

Beaming at the compliment, I moaned in response, running my tongue along the thick vein on the underside which had Tommy gripping my head tightly.

I was so lost in my movements, so worked up giving the man I loved pleasure that I was in complete shock when he suddenly pulled my mouth from his cock. Whimpering, my mouth remained opened, a string of saliva was the only thing still connecting me to his member.

“Stand up.” He ordered, eyes much darker now.

Reaching up I wiped the side of my mouth, big doe eyes looking up at him as I cautiously stood to my feet. Every other time I had given him a blow job he would finish in my mouth demanding that I swallowed every last drop he would give me.

Shuffling from foot to foot, I looked up at him. His tongue ran along his bottom lip as he shrugged his gun holster from his shoulders, tossing it onto a chair.

“Loose the dress and underwear then bend over my desk princess.” He demanded, his fingers unbuttoning his waistcoat.

Biting my lip I looked past him towards the door, tempted to run over and lock it but when I got the raised eyebrow from him, I knew better than to disobey him. It wouldn’t be the first time Tommy had denied me a orgasm for my behaviour.

Pushing the dress from my shoulders, I allowed it to drop to a puddle around my feet before hooking my fingers into the sides of my underwear, pulling them down over my soft legs.

Standing back up to my feet, Tommy was watching my every movement, his hand ghosting of cock, up and down as he waited for me to follow through with his instructions.

Moaning with anticipation, I walked over towards his desk making sure to put an extra wiggle in my step before slowly bending forward over the table, stretching my arms forward as my ass hung in the air.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you” Tommy’s voice was suddenly loud behind me.

Jumping around at his unexpected confession, I tried to turn around to face him but he was right behind, hands now on my hips stopping me from moving. Looking over my shoulders at him, my eyes went wide as I felt his tip slowly slide along my opening towards my clit.

“You want me to prove your mine? I’ll prove your mine by watching your stomach swell with my child” His eyes were filled with lust but there was a twinkle of love as he stared down at me, one of his hands caressing my ass while the other pushed my shoulders back onto the table.

“Tommy…” I whimpered closing my eyes. Something about his words and the way he was looking at me was really getting to me.

“You’re the only woman to carry my children Stace, no one else can compare.” He continued, his fingers spreading my lower lips, teasing me.

“Tommy please.” I whined pushing my hips back into his tip, hoping to catch it at an angle that would allow him to slip inside. “I can’t wait much longer.”

“You desperate princess?” He chuckled, slowly sinking his tip through the hole only to pull it out again. “Want me to fill you up? Make you round with my baby?” He asked allowing the tip to evade my core a little more each time before pulling out.

“Jesus Tommy, just fuck me” I howled pushing back as far as I could go but he stopped me with his hands on my hips.

“Say it, say you want my baby Stace. I need to hear you say it.”

“Tommy give me your child. Please, fuck me until every last drop of your seed coats my womb. Just please, claim me, make me yours.”

With a low groan and a squeeze of my hips Tommy slammed his cock into my entrance with such a force I was sure I could see stars. Biting my lip, my eyes rolled shut as I adjusted to the delicious fullness feeling that was Thomas Shelby.

“Fuck Stace, you are fucking perfect” Tommy groaned pulling out of me slowly before snapping his hips back in. His fingers were digging into my sides, I could already feel the start of the bruising but I didn’t care.

“Tommyyyy” I breathed, rocking against the table. His hand was slowly sneaking up my body, squeezing where it could before wrapping around my neck pulling me off the table so my shoulders were against his chest.

Tommy had changed his angle, thrusting up no to match the position he had put me in. I could hear and feel his breathe in my ear mixed with his groans with the pleasure he was feeling.

“You like when I fuck you like this?” He grunted in my ear, his free hand coming around the front to rub circles on my clit.

“FUCK.” I screamed, slapping a hand over my mouth.

"Let it all out, baby. Let her hear how good I am making you feel. " His voice husky in my ear as his cock thrusted so hard inside me I couldn’t see straight. “You gonna come princess?”

Nodding, I cried out in pleasure, my orgasm fast approaching. I didn’t have much to compare to but Tommy knew exactly how to work my body, he knew all my pleasure points and he never failed to make me cum, I don’t think I could live without him. 

"Tommy. Tommy fuck...I'm-ugh, I." I couldn't formulate a sentence as I closed my eyes, my hands coming up to clasp around his hand that was around my neck, needing something to hold onto for support. 

"Jesus Tommy" I shrieked nails, sinking into his skin, tears of pleasure filled my eyes.

“That��s it Stace cum all over my cock and I’ll fuck a baby right here.” His hand that was on my clit now resting of my stomach. “Watch you swell, fuck you’d be perfect.”

He must have been imagining the scenario in his head as his thrusts began harder, faster, almost animalistic as he rutted into me. With one perfectly time thrust he hit that spot that had my knees weak.

A white blinding light exploded behind my eyes, my voice catching in my throat. I had never felt anything as powerful in my life. Tears fell from my eyes as my mouth hung open, I never wanted this feeling to end.

“Oh fuck, Jesus Christ that’s it baby milk my cock, fucking hell” He grunted his thrusts slowing to allow me to enjoy my release. “Fucking love you coming over my cock, makes you so fucking tight.”

“Tommy… Tom” I whined not really knowing what I was whining for. The release I had experienced was one I could happily die to with no regrets. 

Tommy chuckled deeply in my ear, letting me drop back down to his desk, his hand pressing down on my upper back, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me in place as he started to chase his own release.

“Oh fuck” I moaned, eyes rolling into the back of my head as he used my body how he wanted.

I loved this side of Tommy, it was very rare for me to experience the rough, dominant side of him as he sometimes treated me like a glass doll that would break at any moment but after today, I expected him to fuck me like this. There was so much more want and need, it had my head spinning.

"Fuck give me your baby" I squealed, legs physically shaking as another orgasm pended. I could barely keep myself together.

"FUCK" Tommy's hips snapped against mine harshly. His load shooting deep inside me painting my walls, the feel surprisingly me, triggering my second orgasm of the afternoon.

"Ohhh shit" I cried, squeezing my eyes shut. My body went completely limp against the desk, the only thing holding me up was Tommy’s hands on my hips.

“Perfect” Tommy spoke after he came down from his release.

Slipping out of me he leaned over my back, placing soft kisses along my shoulder blades. “I don’t think you’ll be returning to work today Stace.” He chuckled taking in my fucked out state. 

Shakily pushing myself from his desk, he pulled me into his arms. His right hand coming up to gently caress my cheek as he stared loving down at me, I felt my cheek heat up, simply soaking up the look of love he was giving me. 

“I love you.” He nodded, bending down to capture my lips with his own.

Pushing me back my hips hit off the edge of his desk once more. My hands clasped around the back of his neck as I returned the kiss, his hands squeezed my ass tightly in before he lifted me up onto his desk, spreading my legs wide so he could stand in between them. 

“Now I wanna see your face when I fuck a baby into you..” 

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[domoz]

An attempt at a Hikaku/Itama thing that I just can't seem to get past a block on. so i'm turning it over to you.

The Uchiha clan has every right not to trust outsiders with their health. Unfortunately, the Senju have healing techniques worth risking it for. Even more unfortunately, the injury Hikaku had taken to his left arm had been noticed, and even worse than that, the Hokage had suggested it would be a show of good faith for him to go to the hospital that his clan has taken charge of running. And Madara had agreed.

So now here he is, tense and nervous in a waiting room chair because just the act of being here is a signal of weakness that no shinobi should ever willingly send. The long stares and flustered glances of the people manning the intake desk haven't helped improve his mood

"Ah, Uchiha-san?" A vaguely familiar voice calls.

Hikaku looks up and locks eyes with one Senju Itama, who is one of the most immediately recognizable people in the entire village despite the fact that his reputation is entirely shadowed by his brothers'. Dual colored hair is swept up in a high bun, though some fly-aways have started to pull loose, and a few larger strands dangle loose around his ears. He's in a doctor's coat, but there's nothing on him to indicate that he pretty much runs the building.

The head of the hospital probably doesn't need to see him for a broken arm and dislocated shoulder, but perhaps this is just the good faith he's supposed to be offering being returned.

The Senju gives him a small smile, "If you're ready, I can see you now."

Hikaku nods, hiding a grimace of pain in the collar of his battle coat as he pushes himself to his feet and follows. Instinct has him examining the back so easily offered to him. There are no obvious weapons, but there's no way Itama doesn't have something on him. Medic types tend to go for senbon, which are easy to hide -- besides that, the Senju may be the shortest in his family, but he still has a good few centimeters on Hikaku and a not insignificant amount of muscle. With his broken arm, Hikaku would be at a significant disadvantage if they got into a brawl.

…Which is not going to happen, Hikaku tiredly reminds himself. Because it would cause a political incident, which would negate the whole point of him coming here. And because Senju Itama, from everything he has seen and heard, is as mild mannered as they come, and is also holding the door to an exam open for him. The look on his face is somewhere between the compassion Hashirama might wear and Tobirama's analytical gaze. Hikaku ignores it and walks into the room, arm twinging in pain as his muscles reflexively tighten as he hears the door close behind him.

"You can sit on the table there, Uchiha-san." Itama says softly. He's gotten a clipboard from somewhere and is already marking down notes on it. "Is there anything else besides the break and dislocation?"

Hikaku seriously considers lying for a moment, because he wants to be out of here as soon as possible, but good medics always seem to be able to tell that sort of thing and make your life hell for trying.

"Just some minor bruises and scrapes." Hikaku grits out, hoping that wont extend the time he's kept here even longer.

Itama hums and makes another note before looking up to make eye contact again -- which Hikaku only now registers as unusual. Most Senju still don't.

"Well, we'll deal with the worst first. Are you alright with me using a medical technique to examine your arm?"

Hikaku blinks, and Itama waits expectantly. He had been assuming thats was where this was going -- after all, what was the point of coming here if not to experience those techniques. He's not sure if he's actually being given a choice, but the illusion of one still feels kind enough to unwind some of the tension that had been building and making his shoulder ache even worse. He exhales.

"What exactly would that entail?"

The corner of Itama's eyes crinkle. Rather than upset at being questioned, he looks pleased.

"I would use my chakra in a series of specific highly compact sensory bursts to determine the severity and nature of the damage, which is painless and non-invasive. After that, if you're willing, I would use another technique to directly stimulate the regrowth and repair of injured cells. I can also temporarily reduce the pain your nerves are transmitting as well."

Hikaku mostly knows the words he's just heard, but that all seems very…

Well it seems like it's something that no one should casually admit to being able to do, which is to say that it seems very Senju.

"…How does the recovery time compare to letting it heal the natural way?"

Itama smiles at him, one cheek dimpling.

"I'd have to see the damage more specifically, but for bone breaks full recovery tends to take about half the time, and for minor fractures most people leave clear to go back to light duty."

Which means that it's way too useful to pass up on, no matter how dubious Hikaku feels about the matter.

"Alright." Hikaku agrees, "That sounds… Good."

Itama only nods. "I have to touch you for this as well. Are you alright with that?"

Hikaku can't decide if he's thankful or annoyed that he keeps asking. He thins his lips and nods.

"You can tell me to stop at any time." Itama says. He steps closer, telegraphing his movements like he knows the proximity has set Hikaku's heart thundering. If he'd had time to rest before coming here, perhaps he wouldn't be so paranoid, but he hadn't, so Hikaku watches warily and braces as Itama's hands light up a soft mind green and reach towards him.

…It doesn't hurt.

Izuna has been through this before, and he had described the feeling as being overwhelming. Like drowning in someone else's chakra, and hideously painful and uncomfortable. Granted, his wound had been far more severe, but it had set Hikaku up with a certain expectation that's not being met.

The foreign chakra brushes across his senses feather-light and almost cooling. The pain of the break fades to a dull ache, and then, slowly, to nothing at all.

"This may be a bit unpleasant." Itama warns him, and Hikaku braces for what is mostly nothing. The cool sensation grows until it's mildly uncomfortable, but not more than that. It's like a chilly winter wind that saps away all the warmth, but it never starts hurting, not even when Itama slowly lifts his arm to pop the joint back into place. The longer it goes on the more Hikaku feels the tension leech out of his shoulders. Pain relief so instant and without any apparent side effects is… Nice.

Itama steps back, looking Hikaku over with a critical eye.

"Take care to watch for inflammation and take it easy for the next few days, but you should be fine. The break was clean. Do you want me to heal the smaller things as well? Or I can bandage them up to heal the slow way."

"I…" Hikaku almost rejects the offer on reflex, but now that what is presumably the worst is over he feels a little silly over how worried he was. If he's already taking the easy way, why should he stop now? "Yes, if you don't mind."

Itama nods and reaches out again, seemingly already aware of where the worst of the cuts and bruises are.

"Thank you." Hikaku finds himself blurting, "For -- this. I've been impolite, but you've been very accommodating."

Itama smiles again, but he doesn't look up from where he's focused on Hikaku's other hand -- numbing the sting of a scrape so minor Hikaku hadn't even realized it was there until the pain was gone.

"You're welcome, Uchiha-san. And don't worry, you've been a model patient. You wouldn't believe how hard it can be to get people to just sit still sometimes."

Maybe that's not surprising; shinobi are a jumpy bunch at the best of times and being injured only makes it worse. He can use himself, today, as the perfect example of that. He resists the urge to duck his head.

"Well… I'm sure that once people know how useful this is it'll get easier." Hikaku honestly means it, too. Because he's fine -- coming off one of the worse missions he's ever had --certainly the worst in recent memory-- and he's going to go home tired and fine.

"…You'd think that, but sometimes I have trouble convincing people who have grown up with the option to use it." Itama sighs, resigned or amused, Hikaku doesn't know him well enough to tell, and continues his work, chakra easing the strain in his muscles and fading bruises to pale yellow.

"…Actually." Itama says after a moment, pulling his hands away, "Do you think if we taught more people how these techniques work, it would make them more willing to use them? I don't really know how else to encourage it short of forcing it."

…Like Hikaku basically had been, though he's not certain if Itama knows that or not. That aside --

"Oh, I...I think so, yes. I men, it's a trust thing right now, isn't it? And the more people who know how to heal like that, the more likely it is that someone who needs help will know someone who can do it."

More practically, Hikaku is pretty sure that the number of Uchiha who have managed to get that technique to work for them in all of the history he knows is in the single digits. There's clearly some secret to it that the sharingan can't copy. If Itama is willing to share even a fraction of it, the clan needs to know. Or-- the village does. Both, since that's the same thing, now.

"That is…" Itama steps back, "A good point. And I think I'm all done here, so you're free to go, Uchiha-san."

"Oh. Thank you." Hikaku slides off the table, rolls his shoulders and test his muscles. There's the burn of exhaustion, but compared to how he'd come in, it's like a miracle.

"Of course." Itama smiles at him again, "Come back any time."

#oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #itama is not mild mannered btw #if this was a full fic hikaku would learn that itama can manipulate his brothers into doing anything he wants #anyways this brought to you by me learning that itama/hikaku only has a singular fic on ao3 #sorry i lost track of my brain and forgor how to write immediately after

[usui112]

Diluc shows up at your door after a fight

Diluc x reader

*you’re not dating but like each other

*reader knows he’s the dark night hero

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TW! Body issues/scars, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, soft.

Hello! This is my first post! My English is horrible please forgive!. Please give me feedback on how to improve my tags!. Hope you like!

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It’s another peaceful night in mondstat, no residents awake to see the beauty of the sky that’s painted with shining stars. You’re getting ready for bed after a seemingly long and tiring day. And just as you reach over towards the last remaining lit candle, a stern knock can be heard from your front door.

You’re not scared of who on earth could be knocking at this time of night, because you know who it is. You rush to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open in one quick move. A tall man slightly slumped, slowly looks up at you, he crackes a weak smile almost as if it was a chore.

“Diluc.. what’s wrong? Are you hurt again?” You ask extremely concerned as you scan him up and down for signs of injury’s.

“I wanted to come and talk to you… and apologise. I know it’s really late I just came back and saw your light on..” he spits out the words lifelessly

“Come in before you catch a chill.. I want to talk to you as well”

He follows you into the tiny apartment type home and closes the door behind him. He takes off his big black coat and hangs it up before crossing the room and sitting on a chair he pulls out from the table.

You sit down across from him on the edge of your bed.

“Look Diluc about the other day-“ you start

“That wasn’t your fault at all, you did nothing wrong. I ended up taking my anger out on you when I know I shouldn’t have” His voice is a little shaky

The incident in question was a night where you had bumped into Diluc coming back from his overt nighttime activities, you could tell right away he was injured, which almost never happened and basically dragged him to your house for first aid.

He yelled at you after you asked him to take off his shirt so you could clean his wounds, he insisted that it wasn’t a big deal and he would go back to the winery and get patched up. But even you could tell that whatever injury he had sustained was really bad.

Diluc has been avoiding you for the past almost 2 weeks because of that.

You figured he blew up at you for a good reason and even though you were kinda upset at him yourself, you decided on letting him sort himself out and he would come to you to chat.

There’s a heavy feeling in the air as you both sit in silence, waiting for someone to say something. Diluc is looking down at his feet visibly looking uncomfortable.

What felt like hours was only mere seconds when Diluc moved. He sat sideways on the chair and began slowly unbuttoning his white shirt.

“Diluc.. what are you-“

Your sentence is cut off when you set your eyes on his body. It suddenly made sense why he was acting the way he was.

His pale skin glowed against the candle light, contrasting hundreds of thick scars of various sizes.

You got up from the bed and walked over to look closer and noticed he was trembling.. he was terrified.

“I didn’t want to show you something so unsightly” his voice trembling

Unable to control yourself you reach out and start gently tracing some of the scars..

“They’re not unsightly at all.. you don’t have to be afraid” you say in a calming tone

“They look disgusting, I don’t like looking at them” Diluc protested

“Diluc they’re beautiful, they’re proof that you work hard to protect the people you care about.. every scar is proof of that”

Diluc’s head still looking down slumps further. He just sits there while your hand traces along his back, it looks like he’s finally calming down a bit .

Your fingers graze a large scar that sits in between his shoulder blades, it’s huge and looks like it was the most painful out of all of them. Leaning down you gently place a kiss on the centre of the scar.

“Beautiful” you whisper to yourself

Suddenly he turns to face you, burying his face into your stomach.. he clings to you like a child who just needs a comforting hug. It’s obvious that he is having a hard time with everything and this was a big step in him expressing his feelings. The walls aren’t as high anymore.

You run your hands through his tangled red hair in an effort to continue to calm him down.

“It’s very late now, would you like to stay here the night and go to the winery early tomorrow?” You ask

“If.. if that’s okay with you, yes please” he pulls away from you, still not making eye contact as he rebuttons his shirt up.

“Hey..” you call while gently grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at you

“I know that must have been really difficult, thank you for sharing it with me.. I’m so proud of you you know?” You smile warmly and place a sweet kiss on his forehead before leaving to fetch more blankets

Diluc sits there for a moment before a small happy smile comes across his face.

You spent the night cuddled up together, no words were said.

#diluc x reader #diluc smut #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc imagines #diluc fluff #genshin diluc #diluc #diluc fanfic

[tobiasdrake]

The Disappearance of Nagato Yuki-chan, Episode 6 - Over the Obento

We just had a fistfight over chocolate. Now we're going to murder each other over lunchbox meals. While I eat a lunchbox meal, because Bestie's wife prepared obentos and egg drop soup for dinner! Serendipitous!

(In two parts.)

Sorry, Kyon, but the jury returned verdict on your dumbness a long time ago. And despite multiple appeals, the evidence has always proven unimpeachable.

With examples as recent as that shit you pulled on White Day.

I guess Haruhi's been formally accepted as an acceptable trespasser. Which is nice for me because I much prefer she sticks to her black uniform. I'm glad we haven't seen the forced and awkward Kyon Gym Clothes look for Haruhi and Itsuki in a couple episodes.

Sure enough, she is an officially licensed and permitted trespasser.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

She caught Yuki gaming, so Yuki wasn't paying attention to what she was being given to sign. Classic con artistry. So, officially, the Literature Club is borrowing an exceptional student from Kouyouen to help them with club affairs.

Well, good for her. But she isn't God here so your expositional services will not be required. I am much more interested in your green and white shoulder furoshiki. There are many different ways that furoshiki are wrapped and carried, but that color, pattern, and method of carrying is commonly used for stealing.

Man from another school walked in here carrying a burglar's lootsack and the teacher was like, "It's so nice you're here to help with a club. La dee dah!"

This is how school supplies, trophies, cheat sheets, and Mikuru go missing.

There's something cathartic about having someone in the cast who can do shit like this to Haruhi. Lawful Menace was a much needed addition to this cast.

They keep teasing Kyon and Mikuru's first meeting but the way they hint at it makes me pretty sure I don't actually want to know. I am entirely comfortable writing off their introduction as "We've all seen the show and know how Mikuru gets used here" and then moving right along without having to dwell on it.

Well shit. Here we go. Guessing this is where the titular obento comes in.

Oh, are we doing a Rashomon? Because it's always fun to do Rashomon.

Okay, never mind. This is surprisingly chaste for a Mikuru incident.

It's not a Rashomon either, but that's okay. There's not enough meat here for a Rashomon anyway. The important thing here is how it affects Yuki.

Who is buying Tsuruya's bullshit hook, line, and sinker. They say a lie can get halfway around the world before the truth has even got its pants on, but that's an underestimation of the lie. It can go much farther.

Ryoko trying to explain in theoretical terms the road to improving Kyon's understanding, and Kyon's takeaway is a practical application of his dumbness.

Well, he tried to get Ryoko's help and then hideously misunderstood what she was trying to explain, so now he gets Lawful Menace instead. XD Ryoko remains MVP.

Because Haruhi got to wear all sorts of cool shit when she was the main character. (We do not talk about Mikuru; It does not count as wearing cool shit when it's involuntary.) Now that we're in Yuki World, Ryoko wants her turn.

Ryoko, what are you doing? Do you have any idea how infantilizing that sounds? You should not have done this in the club room.

Ryoko is trying to keep Kyon away from studying with Yuki but in the process she's expressly excluding Yuki. This is going to hurt her feelings if it keeps up.

The shit raging egomaniacs do whenever attention is not being centered on them. "Oy! I think you've made a mistake. Because your eyes are over there, but my face is over here. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you that you're looking the wrong direction. And you should correct that."

(Haruhi, my reflection.)

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