#A really nice man gave it to me for free 🥺🥺🥺

[moumouton4]

Hello there! I was thinking if you want to write more for Mash but if you wanna write another characters, that’s fine! I’m sorry I just live my boy Mash🥺❤️

7 Minutes In Heaven || Mashle Burnedead x fem!reader

A/n : Finally made it omg it too me so much time but it really worth it. Hope you all enjoy it 🍦🥮

Warning : Fluf fluf fluff, I tried comedy since the first season gave us almost only this, still trying to make it a strong suit 😂

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Word count : 2011

You were all sitting in a circle on the wooden floor of Mashle and Finn’s dorm. It was only supposed to be a nice and chill afternoon gathering with all your friends, as y’all had the afternoon free for the first time in the year. Lemon had brought cup cakes, Dot a lot of candies, you the drinks and Lance, well, Lance only brought himself but it was the intention that counted. Of course a lot of puff creams were present at your little party.

The atmosphere was light and cheerful, everyone was talking and laughing. After a moment, y’all reached the agreement that it was time to play a game or two. After a few proposals, truth or dare was the first game to catch everyone’s attention.

“Come on ! Come on !” everyone cheered.

“I’m not going to answer this” Lance stated, as a pink hue spread on his cheekbones ( if you ask nicely I can tell you what question he was asked hehe )

“Okay… then I dare you to give me your necklace for the rest of the day !” Dot laughed loudly like an antagonist ( Light Yagami supremacy )

Lance’s hand flew to his jewel that he clutched in his hand “Fine fine I’ll answer” he said looking away “3 times…. Happy now ?”

“Yes very” smugly said the red haired man.

Then it was your turn and Lemon, who was in a very playful mood sing-sang “Y/n truth or dare ?”

You looked in front of you, you just knew by the tone of her voice that she was going to do something, your eyes met Mashle’s and then hers. She fricking knew ! And she was surely going to add her touch to it. You were focused on the truth part, thinking about all the possibilities of questions that could be asked. So you went with the dare.

“Dare” you said, half reassured about what was to come.

“I dare you too…” she thought about it looking everywhere around the room, and then her eyes landed - as if faith had decided it - on the door of the storage room of the dorm. A smirk appeared on her lips as she stated “I dare you to stay in there with Mashle for 7 minutes” her finger pointed towards the nearby door.

Your eyes widened “Huh ?!? Did you even go there ? It’s so narrow, we won’t never fit…” as you continued trying to find your wait out of this dare, Mashle sat there, looking at the people speaking, his head looking at one side and the at the other - as if he was watching a tennis game - a puff cream in his hand as he munched on it. He seemed… unfazed, true to his form.

“Nah Y/n it’s your dare. You don’t want to be a loser now, do you ?” she teased knowing that you were far from being someone to let herself be pushed around.

“Fine I accept the dare. But now it’s his turn to say if he is up to or not” you hoped he would refuse so that the next truth would be on him, but as much you wanted him to accept, find yourself in this enclosed space, so so close to his strong body…

“No no no !” a roaring voice abruptly stopped your train of thoughts “Why is he the one allowed to be in there with her ! He is already stealing all the girls’ attention ! That’s unfair ! I want to be with her there too !” Dot continued, his exuberant personality on full displated, making you all chuckle, Lance sigh and Mashle look at him with indifference.

“Why is being in a closet part of the game ?” he asked, his mouth still stuffed with the sweet pastry ( that’s a pleonasm lmao of course it’s sweet )

“It’s like seven minutes in heaven, you know the game” added Finn, who tried to explain to his friend.

“You mean seven minutes in a closet ?” the raven haired boy asked rather matter of factly.

“In heaven idiot !” chipped in Dot, who was still very unhappy that Mashle was the one who could enjoy the company of a female “It’s a gorgeous woman you’ll be with, not some brooms !”

His words touched your heart, making you blush, it’s been years you know him and yet you still can’t keep a straight face when he says this kind of thing.

“We don’t have any brooms”

“OOH COME ON JUST ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION !”

“Yeah it’s easy to stay in a closet” Mashle finally answered, making Lemon smile as she got up and rushed to you, ready to push you in the storage room with the boy she knew you liked.

With his long legs, Mashle was within a second in front of the door, ready to open it “Nooo !” screamed Finn “That’s fine Imma open it for you guys” he said sweating, he didn’t really want to have another door to be replaced again.

Mashle didn’t say anything and entered docilely in the storage room. You followed suit as Lemon literally threw you inside. You also almost crashed to him - and his huge muscles gahh - sending a wave of red on your cheeks. The door closed rather roughly, because of how excited your friend was.

“Enjoy your seven minutes in heaven guys” she shouted, so that you could hear her.

“Yeah but don’t get too cozy in there” Dot screamed from behind the door.

Now it was just you and him - and your over-beating heart. You wondered if he could hear it in this dimly lit room, though knowing him he wouldn’t have even noticed. You felt your face getting warmer, it felt like you were in a dream. Like how come you even got you and him in this narrow room. Your brain was working at full speed to manage and find something to talk about and not make these seven minutes the most cringy and awkward seven minutes of both your lives - again Mashle doesn’t even seem to know those feelings.

As you were about to say something he went first “What are we supposed to do in there ?”

Did he seriously not have a single clue ( of course not 😂 )

“W-well, usually people talk and see if they like each other more than friends… I guess” your brain was actually sweating, trying not to blurt out that you’re so in love with him since the second day - because seriously on the first one he looked pretty dumb.

“Okay…” he said, looking down at you. He was pretty tall, besides the narrowed space was close to pressing you together, so as he spoke to you you could almost feel his breath on your hair “And what happens if they do ?”

Your eyes widened slightly, you clearly weren’t expecting this answer coming from him, since when was he so invested in a discussion that wasn’t about puff creams. You swallowed hoping that your voice wouldn’t crack as you answer.

“T-they kiss ?” you said, rather as if it was more a question than an answer, your arms raising at your sides to show you weren’t sure 🤷‍♀️ - you were “O-of course they have to both agree about their feelings”

“Okay. Do you like me ?” he said bluntly. You choked on your spit “Huh ?!? W-why are you asking this ?”

“Well to know if you like me too, so that I can kiss you, like the game says” he simply said, as if he didn’t at all reveal to you that he liked you and wanted to kiss you. You hoped he at least knew the game wasn’t actually demanding him to act on his feelings if he didn’t want to.

“Erm- huh… you know… well… yes ?” you said, almost scared there could be a wrong answer to his question.

As soon as the words left you lips he somehow managed to come closer to you, his chest was now pressed against your, if you leaned you could set your head on his strong body.

“Can I kiss you ?” he asked. And now your throat clearly couldn't speak any words. You only nodded. He leaned in, his hair slightly grazing the top of your hair. You looked up at him, gosh he was breathtaking even in this closet. Leaning further down, his breath fanned over your lips “I’m going to kiss you now”

And with that his lips - finally - made contact with yours in a soft almost shy kiss, as if he was scared - in the back of his head - to hurt you in any way or do something that could be seen as wrong or inappropriate. On the other side of the kiss you melted against his mouth, his lips tasted like whipped cream and sugar. But then soon, too soon, he pulled away. His cheeks were somehow flushed and for the first time you’ve seen his gaze avert from yours as if he was being… shy ? about the whole thing, after everything he has said before.

You gently wrapped your arms around his neck, so as not to startle him and brought your head closer to his “Do mind if I ?” you didn’t even need to finish your sentence that his voice, now hoarse came out breathlessly “Yes”

You kissed him, your eyes closing ( I seriously his would stay open in the beginning and you’d have to be like “Mashle can you close them it's weird” lmao. Not saying you can’t keep them open if you want though ) This time, he wrapped his arms around you drawing you even closer, his kiss was a bit clumsy and seriously you were almost suffocating in his embrace but still it was an amazing moment.

He turned his head to deepen the kiss, your nose brushed, eliciting a quiet giggle from you. He smiled in the kiss. This was different from everything he has ever known, he silently promised himself to protect you with everything he could, just like he promised his father. After you broke the kiss he took a sharp intake of breath as his sole action put him in a state of out of breathness that he never encountered before. Maybe that was being in love.

Not long after the door opened as Lemon’s head picked inside, soon followed by Dot’s who was very eager to see if anything had happened and if Mashle had yet again stolen another woman of this damn school. You both jumped away from each other, Mashle almost went through the wall.

“The seven minutes are over !”

“No please don’t tell me you’ve got her too ?!?” in reality Mashle didn’t get any girl from the beginning of his curriculum. There was just Dot being overly jealous, because he didn’t attract any women like he would have wanted.

“Iiiiiiiih Y/n ! You did it girl !” she wanted to hug you tightly but three people couldn't enter the storage room at the same time, so she waited for you to come out. She almost tackled you to the ground.

Mashle went back to sit down, his cheeks still reddened from the kisses you shared in that enclosed space. Both Finn and Lance looked at him weirdly as if they had seen something totally out of the ordinary, and it was. The raven haired boy, even apart from you, couldn't keep his eyes from drifting to your form. Hugging you or kissing you more seemed very enticing and soothing at the moment.

“Y-you okay Mashle ?” asked Finn, looking at him and then back at you, who was coming to sit back down with the others.

“Yeah I just wish the game wasn’t called after seven minutes. It’s too short” he said, biting in yet another puff cream, as if he yet again didn’t confess something rather personal. The other boy blushed at the admission. Dot continued grumbling in the background and Lance was looking through the window, trying to act unfazed and tough. Your eyes met Mashle’s and he gave you a smile before extending a puff cream at you. Yes it was clearly his way of saying that he loved you.

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[psychwxrdd]

more soft rafe pls 🥺

i just wanted to hear the sound of your voice ♡₊˚ . ☆

﹗ ໒꒱۪ ₊˚﹒✦₊

୨ৎ summary: rafe's in love for the first time in his life!

୨ৎ pairing: soft rafe x reader

୨ৎ warnings: none, fluff

🎀 note: i wrote this listening to what is love by twice ok

"Hi, you're Rafe, right?" The girl asked, her soft and friendly tone making Cameron raise an eyebrow. Generally, people feared him, they didn't treat him... like that. Speak to him in that tone, like he was someone they wanted to be friends with. "My friends asked me to tell you they're about to beat the shit out of you"

Rafe looked at the girl without knowing what to say. She said it so naturally that it didn't even seemed ironic or conscious, and it took Rafe by surprise.

"Who are your friends?"

"JJ and Pope"

Rafe pushed his cap back and flicked his cheek with his tongue. He was about to answer but she didn't gave him time.

"I liked your ring"

"Sorry?"

"This ring of yours, right here" she pointed to the gold ring. "It's beautiful, where did you buy it?"

He stared at the girl's face for a few seconds with his mouth open and his brows slightly furrowed.

"It-t's uh... It's from my family"

"Well, it's really beautiful, it suits you"

"Thank you..." He let out a light chuckle. Who was this little doll?

"Hey, you again" Rafe approached the girl on the beach. There was a party going on there, at night, and he recognized her from afar. That sweet smile got stuck with him.

"Hey, Rafe!" She replied, smiling widely. Her smile made Rafe smile too, unconsciously.

"You didn't told me your name that day."

"I'm Y/n" She spoke softly. A pretty name for a pretty princess, he thought.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. Can I buy you a drink?"

"I don't like alcohol, but thank you very much!"

"Yeah?" He was curious "What do you like then?"

"Buy me a soda"

Rafe smiled, putting his arm around her shoulders.

Rafe and Y/n became inseparable after those brief meetings. Rafe wanted more from her, he wanted her presence, he wanted her every day, even if it was just for a small talk, she had something about her that made his heart warm and race every time. That night, he had asked her to go out with him on the family yacht. The breeze brushed against the girl's skin and made her shiver, Rafe noticed.

"Here, wear my coat" he said, taking it off his body.

"No need, thank you... It feels good like this"

"You're going to catch a cold"

She laughed, still refusing, but too focused on the sea to stop him. He placed it gently around her shoulders.

"What do you think that it's hidden down there?" She pointed to the sea. "Like, we only know 10% of the ocean, the rest has never been mapped"

He looked at her face, mesmerized by her features... her eyes reflected the waves. He wished he could stare at them forever, they were so full of life.

"Probably many dead bodies who went missing"

"Oh my God, Rafe" she pushed him lightly. He laughed genuinely.

"What do you think is there, little doll?"

"Magic."

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah?"

"Mermaids, I really want to believe that they exist. People are generally afraid of the unknown, but I like to believe that it's only something too good for us to see. Something magical, like that legend about the treasure at the end of the rainbow."

"You know..." He breathed softly, "Who's to say you're not right, huh?"

She looked at him fondly.

"Are there sharks here in this region?"

"Why? Do you want to swim?"

She didn't even needed to say anything, the look on her face said it all. Rafe felt excited. God, ever since he met her he felt constantly excited, and he hadn't remembered feeling that way in years. Probably since he stopped being a child.

They swam and had fun for hours, Rafe felt so young, despite obviously being a young man, he was so full of responsabilities and darkness, usually always feeling like he lived a whole life. But he felt free like he hadn't in a long time. That same night, Rafe dropped her off at home and as soon as she got out of the car, his heart sank. What was that?

She hadn't even got inside her home yet, but Rafe already missed her terribly. He wanted to run to her and hold her in his arms, again, forever. God, was he sick?

He had never felt this feeling, he even thought he was going to vomit or that he had a fever, that he was going to faint. He pulled out his phone, immediately searching for Y/n's number.

"Rafe?" she asked, laughing softly. "I haven't even gotten to my room yet"

"I just wanted to hear the sound of your voice" He said without even thinking, practically letting his heart speak. What kind of gay shit was that? I just wanted to hear the sound of your voice. Jesus Christ, he sighed, embarassed.

"I miss you too"

She said, and his heart raced so much that he smiled, feeling butterflies in his stomach. He was happy, very happy. Not even coke got him like this.

"Come back here, I'm still in front of your house. Let's spend tonight together."

And forever too, he thought, but he managed to control that inside his mouth.

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #obx #outer banks #rafe outer banks #soft fic #cute #manic pixie dream girl

[the-fiction-witch]

Bump P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Adorable + DARK

Requested:  Hello Fiction witch, the new jack Dawkins imagine "Bump" is really good I think some others agree with me that if you could make another one....pleasseeee You are a really good writer and it makes people feel better, warm, and fuzzy. Thank you ❤️ omg I love that It was beautiful, I beg for an equally sweet part 2. It makes me feel all lovely and warm inside your such a good writer, I love all your work. thank you so much for writing these. I love it can you make part two when the baby comes Please Part 2 please 🥺🥺🙏🙏

Warnings: Labour! very very intense descriptions of a very difficult Labour/ Blood / medical tools / improper use of medical equipment / surgery / 1800's doctoring (Which I feel is a category all it's own) / And many other Dark elements!

I pushed my body up hearing my back crack as I stretched, given my body had been shoved into the absolute minimum of the bed. But I didn't want to complain I know she hadn't done it on purpose but she was tired and sore, and just wanted the space in the bed to stretch herself out. 

I rubbed my face a little and grabbed my watch from the side, I needed to get going. I forced myself to get up but I couldn't move as a hand gripped my shirt. I chuckled and Turned seeing her not even awake enough to open her little eyes.

"Don't Go, Jack." She pleaded barely awake, 

"I have to, I have surgery today." I reminded her "I'll be back before you know it," I told her as I stroked her cheek and kissed her closed eyelids and then the tip of her nose. 

She let my shirt go, so I climbed out of bed and got dressed for the day all with her laid sleepily watching me, she stroked her bump almost invitingly like she was trying to make the bed with her and baby look as inviting as possible. 

Which I have to admit was working. 

"I'll be back as soon as Surgery's done," I told her as I headed back to bed as I did up my waistcoat, I knelt my knee on the sheets and kissed her sweet lips "I promise."

"Okay..." She smiled. 

"Take care of little one for me," I told her kissing her bump, 

"I will, Have a nice day Jack." She Yawned almost drifting off to sleep as she said it.

"You too, Love you" I smiled, but before I had even got to the door I heard her little wheezes as she nodded off to sleep again, I chuckled a little "Sleepy Mummy, Well Daddies off to work." I cooed I gave her bump one more kiss before heading downstairs, grabbing some toast from the kitchen, "Elis?"

"Yes, Doctor Dawkins!" She jumped as she came back in from pegging the laundry out,

"Keep an eye on her for me?"

"Course Sir," She nodded. 

I took my toast and my bag, left the house and headed off to the hospital in the dim morning light, but the moment I got there chaos ensued. Not sure why it surprised me as Chaos almost always did occur. 

There had been a bar fight with some group of sailors arguing with another group and before anyone knew where they were we had a hospital full of black eyes, broken noses, and god only knows what kinda damage. Sneed was pouting as usual barely actually helping at all, and Prof was drunk off his arse held up in his office to keep him from causing even more problems. I rushed around like a man possessed every time I glanced at the clock the day had disappeared some more. In the few free moments, my mind had as I wrapped bandages and went from place to place I thought of y/n. Of course, I did.

I hoped she was keeping herself well, even if every day I left her I was fearful given the state of her pregnancy, the baby would be along any day now and her stomach had even dropped so I knew it wouldn't be long. 

By the time I actually got to surgery, you know the ONE thing I was coming into work to do today! was finally set up and organized I was already tired, so I just wanted to get this over and done with so I could head home and crawl into bed. 

But... Things became difficult quickly, I hate when Surgery doesn't go to plan. And Just as it got worse the doors opened.

"Alright, The Surgeon is here!" Prof slurred as he came though still not sobered up,

"Sir I-"

"Dawkins, Leave this in the hands of the professional,"

"....Yes sir." I sighed moving away and handing him the knife, I didn't want to but I knew if I didn't he'd call me insulant and I'd be out of a job. I moved back but still did my best to direct him in the right way given he could barely even hold the blade straight "Sir? SIR!" I had to bolt across the table, pushed him out of the way and try to fix his drunken mistake, I rushed around as quickly as I could to try and fix this and keep him alive, I managed to stabilize him and get him half sewn up before he gave up from shock- "Fuck-" I sighed throwing my knife on the table running a hand through my hair tried to clean the tone of blood on my hands. 

I was angry, frustrated, exhausted, but... at least it's over.

"Dr Dawkins?" A voice spoke up,

Ohh god no what now! I turned on my heels and immediately panicked.

"Elis?"

"I-It's-" she began nervously blood across her hands and apron, 

"Y/n?!" I yelled and she nodded,

 I didn't even hesitate, Grabbed my bag and my tools matching out like I was on Military order, 

"Dawkins? Where do you think you going?" Sneed cornered me in the main entrance hall, and he forced me to stop and blocked my exit with his smug grin, his arms behind his back as he leant forward he does in that arrogant way so he could talk down to me like I was a child, "You still have patients to see to on the ward." 

I wanted to deck him for preventing my leaving, but I did my best to be elegant "Dr Sneed, With all due respect, I have been working since four O'clock this morning, I have seen every one of MY patients on that ward, So I'm asking you if you'd wind awfully sodding off out of my bloody way."

"Get back on that ward. Or I'll have you thrown there."

"My wife. is in labour. MOVE!" 

"You mean your whore?" He smirked 

I didn't hesitate I decked him as hard as I could and left, I didn't care what trouble I'd be in I wasn't going to allow him to keep me there. Elis Took my things and I bolted home as fast as I possibly could, my body tried, beyond exhausted but fueled by the pure need to see her. 

I pushed open the door as it had been left unlocked and bolted up to the bedroom.

I could hear her screams before I even opened the door. 

Everything was the same as I left it, but the fire was smothered by the pile of tissues, rags and such like. The metallic twang of blood in the air was so much you could almost taste it. And the most horrific sight that could be imagined. 

Y/n lay on her back in the bed, her body twisting, and squirming, her nightie around her hips, the white cotton flooded heavy with her blood, the bedsheets coated with it almost directly from her as if some hellish blood-soaked monster had crawled out of her, A damp rag beside her that Elis had clearly made up with lavender to soak on her head but it was a little late for that. Her head would throw back as she screamed. I found the sound... so utterly chilling that I froze up. 

It took me two years to grow accustomed to the sight of blood without growing wozy, even longer to feel comfortable, cutting limbs, and organs apart. But still, even now, the screaming is a sound that rattles my bones. It's a sound no doctor can unhear, the sound of unrelenting pain. I found Labor screaming was always the worst, as it is endless and unforgiving, and there is so little you can do as a doctor to help other than hold their hand and let them suffer. 

Even worse so... Given, That's Y/n. My Y/n. 

I had never heard her scream with such agony in her voice. Tears streaming down her face. Her body contorted as it had no other outfit for this level of pain. 

I forced myself out of my state and rushed to her side holding her hand "I'm here! I'm here! You're gonna be okay." I muttered half to myself if I'm honest, quickly checking her over to see what state she was in "Alright, Yep this is... definitely labour."

"Thank you, Jack, I hadn't figured that OUT!" She yelled 

"Contractuions when did they start?"

"About six this morning" She whined

"Six! this morning! and only NOW did someone TELL ME!" 

"You were busy," She said, 

"How bad were they at six?"

"Small, got worse. and worse and now where - AHHHHHYHHHHHH!" She screamed as another contraction ripped through her, 

"Okay... just let me know when the next one is?" I told her as I opened my watch and counted the seconds between her contractions "Oooohhhh okay! That is uhhh" I nodded, I quickly moved to the end of the bed holding her nightie "Is it uhh it okay if I?"

"Go for it, You put the damn thing in there,"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her sarcastic tone even though her contractions, and I checked how dilated she was, and... uhhh she wasn't. "Uhhhhh..."

"Uhh? I don't like Uhh Jack!" She snapped,

"You're not dilated... You've been having early labour contractions for a minimum of twelve hours why the bloody hell are you not dilated?" I asked as I tried very hard not to panic, 

"I don't know! ASK MY VARGINA!" She screamed 

Finally, Elis arrived with my tools so I could get to work making sure things went as smoothly as they could do but the blood was still troubling me, Until I realized 

"Then what's all the- Oh no,"

"You know you have a terrible bedside manner doctor. oddly enough, Oh no! is not something a pregnant lady wants to hear!"

"The blood is your mucus Plug."

"My what!"

"Muscas plug the... Plug, the stopper in the sink that is your womb, it's out, that's all the blood, which means... it's broken." I explained, "How long ago did you start bleeding?"

"Not long ago, I saw blood and told Elis to get you." 

"If you're not dilated then baby is going to try and force its way out of you... as it is. without your hips being wide enough for the head."

"English!"

"Meaning... either it's going to tear you apart... Or it's head is going to get stuck."

"OHhh fan FUCKING tastic!" 

"I can give you an injection, it might make it hurt more but it should force your body to realize there's a baby trying to get out of it and uhh open the doors as it were." I explained quickly giving her it but it only made her scream louder "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I muttered knowing what I was doing to her, and understanding the horrific pain I was putting her through but I held her hand every second I didn't need it, even if admittedly my hand was numb and her nails had drawn blood at some points. 

"Jack... I'm scared." Her voice was weak, tearful, as if on the brink of death,

"You're going to be okay. I promise you. I know it hurts. I know it's scary. but this.. this is everything you have ever been made to do, your body is made for this, and all of it will be worth it when you hold our baby in your arms," I told her giving her a sweet kiss,

"It's not made to do it comfortably..." She cried "Jack... Please I don't wanna die."

"You're not going to die," I told her almost ordering her as if I was willing her, to force her to stay alive. "I promise it's going to be okay" I told her trying to make sure things moved as they should "I know its hard, this is your first it's not going to be easy, Baby number three, four and five will just glide on out" I joked but the look on her face... that was a badly timed joke. 

"I am never. letting you sleep with me again!" She screamed, She's just kidding... I hope. 

 "Think about it, you have an advantage over most ladies,"

"And what's that?"

"You married a doctor" I winked "Okay, there we go your dilating now. it shouldn't be too long but as soon as that baby starts moving we are going to have to act fast,"

"It's already moving."

"What?"

She grabbed my shirt "I can feel it moving. like a snake under my skin. this baby is coming!" She yelled in my face 

"Your water hasn't broken yet it can't be- and it should have especially if your mucus plug is gone the water has no protection it would burst on your cervix at least," I told her trying to keep her calm, but she was right, this baby was coming, she wasn't dilated enough yet, and the water hadn't broke. I Knew every second risked our baby and Y/n... I knew the other option. And so did she. 

"Jack. Get. It. Out. of. Me."

"Y/n I can't-"

"You're a surgeon. if anyone can you can." 

"Y/n I can't."

"Jack... Please. I love you. I trust you more than anyone. Please... Make it stop." 

"No woman has ever survived a Ceaseron section. The shock alone would will you. if it doesn't me moving your organs around will. Or the blood loss. or me cutting through something important. Or infection!" I explained "...You can't ask me, you cut you open knowing I'll kill you."

"Even if it saves the baby?" She cried, 

"Do not make me choose between you," I begged her,

"Then I'll decide." She snapped "Save him Jack. Please."

"You cannot ask this of me-" I cried 

"Please... Or both of us will die." 

"...will you give me time? one hour. If I can't feel the baby's head by then... I'll do it. Will you Give me one hour!?" 

"One. But I don't know how much more I can take." 

I kissed her with as much love and passion as I could before I got what I needed from my bag, the tool wasn't meant for this, but... rumour had spiralled that it could be used for such things, I had never tested to know for sure... I didn't imagine I'd be testing on my own wife.  

"This... is gonna hurt," I told her and she nodded so I did my best to be careful holding her leg to comfort her as I needed them close by and her hand was too far, as I used the tool as gently as I could, to forceably break her water. 

The moment I did fluid began to replace blood, and her screams intensified but her body almost knew now what it had to do. Her body knew it had no choice. and was fueled by the natural female power to bring life into the world. 

"Perfect. Perfect. you're doing so good." I told her holding her hand in both of mine even if we were both coated in blood, I walked her through her breathing and soon enough she needed to really push, so I directed her as best I could through her tired screams and tears, I did TRY and help her breath... honestly I also forgot at times. 

Soon enough it became time, I called Eli in as a standby nurse, and I made sure to open Y/n's legs as much as possible, "Comfy? Or do you want another position?"

"He went in like that. He can come out like that" She joked between her gasps 

"Okay... be ready, this all happens a bit fast," I told Elis and she nodded so I turned to Y/n "Y/n... I am, so so sorry for what is about to happen to you. I am going to be honest with you, this is going to be .... the worst pain of your whole life But I will do what I can to make it as quick and painless as possible, I'm here and I love you." I told her giving her a sweet kiss and stroking her cheek "And Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I promise." I told her before I checked her again and it was time, "You're favourite memory, take yourself there now." I told her just as it began. 

Her screams blood-curdling, her body trying to fight itself, tears streaming down her cheeks, that sound, that image, would haunt my nightmares. 

And... I may be a surgeon, But still. 

Nothing quite prepares you for the sight of your wife... as your child's head leaves her body slowly stretching the skin as it forces its way out. 

I walked her through her slow breaths making sure she didn't push and rip everything apart, until finally he was out, and quickly I made Elis pick him up and wrap him warmly. and by some luck almost immediately she delivered her placenta almost as if it was literally pushed behind him, 

"It's done. It's done it's over. it's all over." I told her unable to control my tears as I gave her kisses "It's all over, you did so brilliantly my darling," I smiled making sure the cord was cut and she was set to begin to heal,

"It's over?" she asked understandably very weak,

"It's over. It's all over. you just rest" I cooed "Get your breath back and relax."

"What is it?" She gasped

"A boy Ma'am" Elis Said 

"A boy, we have a little boy" I smiled almost in disbelief unable to stop kissing her "I am... So immensely proud of you, I didn't think I could love you anymore but you have proven me wrong."

"Uhh Doctor..." Elis Spoke up and there was fear in her voice, 

I quickly moved and she handed him to me as he was wrapped up tight in his blanket.

Not moving. Not breathing. 

I did my best not to panic I didn't want to alarm y/n, but panic rushed through me, tears streaming down my face.

"No, No, please... Please, come on little guy, come on, please, Please, Wake up. Wake up. Come on little guy please." I muttered trying everything I could in utter desperation "Please.... Please....Please..." I begged 

and by the grace of god! 

He coughed spluttered and began to cry wiggling his little arms.

I felt, so unexplainable. 

I was proud, joyful, nervous, fearful, on the verge of both passing out, and of tears.

For a moment I held him in my arms by the fire, cradling him in his blanket as he cried freshly meeting the world, and it was as if He and I. Had a moment. Where we are all that exists. 

My son, My sweet beautiful son. 

"Is he okay?" Y/n woke me from this trance having managed to sit up now, she was clearly exhausted I'm sure I'll never be able to comprehend such exhaustion, but with her sly wicked smile almost... Jealous, but joyous all the same. 

I went over being as careful as I could sitting on the bed with her and handing him over to her. 

Her face was an utter picture, she glowed with a sweetness I had only seen briefly, her smile so wide, as she held our baby to her chest, he rested on her bare skin and almost went to sleep so content to be in the arms of his mother. 

"He's perfect."

"Ummm," she smiled pulling me closer so I could cuddle her as she cuddled him her head on my shoulder 

"So, how was labour?"

"Ummm what labour," she giggled 

I smiled and kissed her head "I don't think I've ever been so happy."

"Me either Jack" she smiled "You think of a name?"

"I can choose!?" 

"Mhm, Our first little boy, you can choose."

Honestly, I hadn't much thought about it, I ran through names in my mind trying to think of something that had meaning, but dignity, but found very little. But... I thought of one name. And I knew it had to be him.

"Sebastian." 

"Sebastian," She smiled "It's lovely, Why?"

"... Captain Sebastian Grimm, He's the one who got me out of prison. took me away on a ship. Liked my quick fingers, made me... what I am. I'd still be rotting in a cell if it wasn't for him. Without him... I'd have never even met you." 

She smiled and kissed my cheek "Then it's settled. Sebastian Dawkins." 

"Sebastian Dawkins," I smiled playing with his little fingers and kissing his sweet head. 

#tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #jackdawkins #jack #jack dawkins #the artful dodger #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger

[rnisa]

Light and L on a sleepover with their s/o? 🥺♥️

This is so cute and wholesome eeep! I'm assuming this is meant to be separate? Just let me know!~ I'm not sure during what time you wanted Light's part to be in, since he changes so dramatically throughout the show. So I'm writing this when he enters college. He's still a mass murderer but he's still very much human by this point in the story so it just made more sense to me. I was assuming you wanted something more on the wholesome side ahaha. I hope that's okay! If you wanted something darker feel free to ask again with Light after L dies.

L and Light on a Sleepover with Their S/O

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ .

Light Yagami

★ Light actually didn't want you to sleep over at his home - it's not that he didn't want you there, it's moreso he was worried about what his family would think.

★ Sayu would eavesdrop and "ooh", and "aah", and give their mom a play-by-play of what she could hear happening.

★ Mama Yagami wasn't particularly happy with it... sure, she liked you, a lot! She was actually counting the days for when you'd become Light's partner, his first serious real relationship. However...like any parent, she just didn't like the thought of her kid doing anything like that! Despite being a grown man, she would still baby him.

★ One day, you were over Light's house and spent several hours there. Playing video games was your treat after you did good on the mini-quiz he gave you after helping you to study.

★ The two of you sat on his bed - which made you nervous, despite dating for a few months, you were still too ne - and listened to the rain as you watched a cheesy crime show.

★ You were supposed to leave by the time it got dark, however the gentle rain turned into a horribly loud and destructive storm, and it was no longer safe for you to sleep over. Light was happy about this, in a way, because now you had no choice but to stay over. Sayu and his mom couldn't tease him about you sleeping over if you're literally forced to be there, right?

★ He's amused by you being scared of the weather, and happily plays the tough boyfriend role. He tells you it's nothing, but lets you snuggle up to him nonetheless.

★ Light uses this to his advantage for you to get more comfortable with him physically, because he wants nothing more than for you to be all over him.

★ Naturally, when it's time for bed you use the guest room (do they have one? I'unno, but for story purposes I'm saying they do). You clean up, and borrow one of his t-shirts to use as nightwear.

★ Light knew you'd come crawling to his door once everyone was asleep - the lightning was just too scary for you alone in that room by yourself. He smirks when he hears his door creek, you sheepishly standing there and complaining that you can't sleep.

★ And that's the first time you spend the night together! Now if you're DTF then Light absolutely is. He wouldn't instigate or push anything, but he would gauge how you feel about it and take it from there. lmk if you want a nsfw continuation 👀

L Lawliet

★ L loves having you around, even if you aren't actively talking or doing anything together, he just enjoys your presence.

★ Even though this literal Neanderthal has no problems sitting on a cold harsh ground and getting little to no sleep, you don't want that...always.

★ While L works on the Kira case, you seem to bring a new pillow and/or blanket to the room each day. Eventually, these things pile up, along with other soft and squishy things...like oversized stuffed animals from Costco. Pretty soon, you have an actual pillow fort in the room where he works.

★ Sleepovers with L were not only common, but practically a necessity. It's just expected by this point; while he works, he expects you to be there. If you aren't, he's a bit bummed out about it but won't take it too personally.

★ L doesn't really get much sleep. It's nice of you to try and coax him into bed, but if he is really busy working, it's best not to harass him too much.

★ He will eventually join you in the floor/pillow fort; typically for a power nap, or a two-to-three-hour rest.

★ L likes to ask you questions, get your opinions on a case as he's working on them. Eventually throughout the nights, you stop responding to his questions and he realizes you've gone to bed. This is one of the few times he will get up, and either cover you if it's cold, or rearrange you if you're in an uncomfortable position (such as your neck being crooked in a way that would hurt when you woke up)

★ Some nights, things are more calm, and L finds himself having more free time to spend with you. These nights are your favorite. They're filled with relaxing fun. You and L share your thoughts and have the deepest conversations, the kinds that don't make you feel alone anymore.

#death note #light yagami x reader #l lawliet x reader #light yagami #light death note #l death note #l x reader #light x reader #dn light #dn l #dn headcanons #death note headcanons #death note x reader

[lovinkiri]

Hey! Could I request Aizawa and platonic 1A, 1B and shinsou x female reader

The idea I had is that reader is an American Hero who goes to Japan as a back up and she gains a spot at U.A as lets say Art or Music as a way of getting the students minds off of everything.

She do so well with the students and offers to take some of aizawa shifts if he's to tired. Aizawa slowly falls for her and she becomes a mom to the class kind of like how aizawa is dadzawa?

When its time for her to go back to America he gets really upset about it. Until she reveals that she is staying in Japan and will continue to work in U.A and as a pro-hero!

Teaching The Teacher

Author's Thoughts: This is so cute 🥺 mom teacher x dad teacher is so wholesome!

Warning: None.

Aizawa wasn't sure what to feel when he heard they would be hiring an art teacher. One one hand, he knew that he'd have to formally introduce himself, and he hated introductions. He hated socializing, preferring to stay to himself.

On the other hand, he knew that the students of UA needed a class like this, something recreational to look forward to. With everything going on, Aizawa could understand why a newer, more relaxing class was being introduced into the curriculum.

As you could imagine, these two feeling clashed in a way that had him anticipating and dreading your arrival at the same time. As he waited in the staff room, he was preparing his notes for you, notes that Midnight had decided everyone should write on troublesome students, or students you'd need more patience with.

The door opened, and Aizawa refused to look up. He didn't really care to, and eye contact was often awkward for him, as he had no polite smiles to offer. He heard Nezu introducing you properly, so he quietly greeted you with the others.

"Hello," you said with a smile. Your voice was so sweet and kind that Aizawa's eyes began to look up, drawn to your form. You held your hands in front of you and gave a small bow. "My name is Y/n L/n, and I'm from the United States. It's nice to meet all of you. I look forward to working with you and the students!"

Polite and to the point. Aizawa would have thought that introduction was found on the internet under "How to Introduce Yourself To New Coworkers". But somehow, he knew you meant every word.

The two of you made eye contact, but Aizawa didn't look away as he usually would. This time, he found himself nodding at you. This surprised him, but what surprised him more was that you began making your way over to him. Out of all of the people, you'd approach the least friendly looking.

Before you could reach him, Present Mic had stopped you in your tracks with his introduction. Aizawa didn't know if he was glad or disappointed, but he also didn't know why he'd had any reason to feel disappointed. Deciding that dwelling on his confusion about his feelings wasn't going to help him understand, he silently waited until everyone had talked to you.

When you finally made it to him, he was in his chair, looking for his notes one last time. You looked down at him and smiled. When you'd made eye contact earlier, you found him attractive. Now, after getting a better look at him, you decided that he looked great up close too.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." You held out your hand to the man, and he watched it almost hesitantly. "Like I said, I'm Y/n L/n, but feel free to call me Y/n."

Sighing, Aizawa stood up and shook your hand firmly. The more he looked into your eyes, the prettier he noticed they were. "Aizawa Shota. Pleasure's mine, Miss L/n."

He heard you when you insisted your first name was fine, but he never usually called others by their first names. It felt too personal. Mic was an exception to that because of how long they'd known each other. Even then, he rarely called him by his given name in public.

Then he remembered the notes in his hands and held them out to you. "Here are my notes for my students. They can be a handful, but they're good kids." He said, watching as you gingerly took the packet and gave the cover a once over.

You couldn't help but give him a small grin. It was cute how formal it was. He wrote it like a genuine instruction manual and even included a cover letter. "Thank you. So many notes... You must be very fond of them." You pointed out.

He looked away, before speaking, and silently letting you know that what he was about to say wasn't exactly the full truth. "It's nothing like that. As I said, they're a handful, so keep that on hand. And don't tell them about any of this, I don't need them getting the wrong idea too."

You nodded and placed it on top of the other notes you were given. It was almost like you talking to a parent, informing a teacher about their child's needs and habits.

....

Aizawa had to admit, you were doing an amazing job.

The student's loved you so much, they talked about you in his class. About how patient you are, how kind you are. Surprisingly, how you don't stand for misbehavior, always diffusing a difficult situation in the best way possible. He fought back the urge to go speak to you, actually finding himself nervous to do so. He didn't have a reason, after all. Not until today, that is.

Denki had teased Aizawa that day, yes, teased Aizawa, on how much he loved them. On how he'd called them "good kids". How much care he'd put into their notes. Immediately, he knew who to go to.

You were cleaning up supplies from your busy day. Aizawa was right, the students could be a handful, but you loved them all nonetheless. Despite being a lot to handle, they were lively and fun to be around.

"I can see why Aizawa loves them so much." You mused to yourself aloud. You didn't expect to hear a response, let alone from the man himself.

"I don't think that's what I said." He leaned against the door frame, watching you jump a bit and whip around. You placed your hand over your heart, and his lips curled up into a smile as a small pout appeared in your face.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" You sighed, leaning back against one of the tables. "Don't you know it's impolite to sneak up on others?"

Aizawa walked into the classroom, hands in his pocket. Once in front of you, he rose an eyebrow before asking, "Isn't it impolite to talk about others when they aren't around? Especially when talking about something they told you not to talk about."

You looked confused for a moment, and then it dawned on you and you laughed nervously. "Oh yeah... Well... I had good reason." You claimed, watching him tilt his head.

"Oh?" He took his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms, looking down at you expectantly. "What reason might that be?"

You looked away and smiled. "The students were talking about you. About how much they loved you, but it didn't seem like they knew how much you cared too. So... I might have mentioned those things." You slowly looked up at him. "I just wanted them to know."

He stared down at you and you were worried you'd made him upset. Then he pulled his scarf up closer and look away. "... What else did they say about me?" He asked quietly.

You stared at him wide-eyed before breaking out into a grin. "Oh, Mr. Aizawa. Should I be telling you that? I mean, you were just scolding me a moment ago..." You teased, walking past him and hanging you paint-covered apron with the others.

When you turned around, he was already sitting, waiting for you to sit across from him and tell him everything his students said. You giggled at his expectant gaze and walked over.

The two of you talked for far longer than you thought you would. About how they felt about him, and about you. You were overjoyed to hear that they liked you.

"What about you?" You asked, leaning your cheek against your palm. You weren't sure why, but you were eager for an answer. "Do you like having me around too?"

Aizawa took a moment to think before he started speaking. "I think having you around does a lot of good for the students." He noticed how despite your smile never faltering, you slouched a bit, as if disappointed. "... Talking to you isn't so bad either. I find it nice, Miss L/n." He said quietly.

You immediately perked up and nodded in agreement. "I think so too!" You said happily, and Aizawa chuckled at how easy you were to read.

He was cut off by a sudden, long yawn. You watched him reach up and rub at his eyes. You'd noticed long ago that he looked tired all the time, but now seemed like a good time to ask.

"Are you okay?" You asked, tilting your head. "You seem tired. Very tired. "

He sighed and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I always did my hero work at night. I'm not used to being up during the day."

You frowned, immediately trying to rack your brain for a solution. Then your face lit up, just like the imaginary light bulb over your head would have, at least that's what Aizawa thought.

"I have a solution."

....

Class 1-A was confused the next morning. They expected their usual grumpy teacher to come in and give them instructions, then fall asleep on the floor. Morning classes were usually harder on him.

Instead, you walked in with a bounce in your step. "Morning, guys! How are the future heroes of Japan doing today?" You asked, standing at the podium and placing the work sheets Aizawa gave you on them.

You were given confused greetings and looks. Denki spoke up first, furrowing his eyebrows. "Where's Mr. Aizawa?"

"Yeah, is he okay?" Mina asked with concern. It wasn't like Aizawa to not show up, even if he was exhausted.

"If only Aizawa could see how worried they are first him." You thought to yourself, before speaking out to put them at ease. "Mr. Aizawa is okay. I'm just picking up his class while he picks up on some long-needed rest."

You remembered the way Aizawa trudged into your classroom, or rather scooted, in that sleeping bag of his. You had to cover your mouth to keep a giggle from slipping, but he was so cute.

He ended up going into a corner and thanking you quietly, then passing out. Thankfully, you had prepared a sheet and pillow since both of you had discussed this yesterday.

The class exchanged looks, noticing how you smiled wider when talking about their teacher. Just like Aizawa had said, it seemed you were easy to read.

The class seemed to go by smoothly. Everyone seemed eager to learn, and happy with you walking around and making sure everything was alright. The only thing that struck you as odd was how they talked about Aizawa much more than usual. It was as if they were trying to get you to talk about him.

They did the same thing when Aizawa came back. They behaved and did exactly as told, happy to do anything. But they couldn't stop talking about you for some reason.

You and Aizawa were professionals, so you tried to stay on topic. But that didn't mean you weren't thinking about each other. In fact, you would continue to for the rest of the school year.

....

Months of having your students secretly try to set you up.

Months switching shifts and having Aizawa stay for art classes too.

Months of falling in love with each other.

It all led up to this. The last day of school. Your final day working here.

Aizawa was particularly quiet on this day. He found himself feeling disappointed. Of course he'd fall in love with the temporary teacher. That was just his luck.

Classes went by quickly, and his students were getting restless. He had to confess to you today, or else it wouldn't work out. But not only was he just not engaging in conversation about you, which he'd started doing a bit more often, but he was avoiding talking about you at all. The students saw no other choice; They had to trick him.

"Mr. Aizawa." Midoriya said to the sleepy man at the end of class, smiling nervously when Aizawa gave him a look. It was as if he was daring him to say something about you again. But he had to, for both and Aizawa. "Miss Y/n needs some help in the art room!" He exclaimed before running off.

Aizawa stared at where Izuku stood and them sighed, shaking his head. "There's something wrong with that boy..." He muttered, collecting his things and making his way to your classroom.

Admittedly, he was nervous. He knew that he'd have to speak with you eventually, and couldn't let you leave with a goodbye. But how do you say goodbye to someone you've fallen in love with, someone you thought was the one? No, you couldn't be the one. If you were, things wouldn't have ended like this.

When he walked into the room and shut the door, he let out a small laugh. There you were, struggling to untie your apron. You looked at him and huffed, your cheeks puffing out.

"Not funny, Aizawa. I'm stuck." You whined, letting your hands fall to your sides. You looked as if you were ready to just cut the apron off.

As funny as that would have been, Aizawa decided to give you a hand. Walking over, he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and turned you around. "Let me see." He murmured softly.

You felt your face get got as you quietly agreed. His fingers worked calmly at the tight knot and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Why is it this knotted up?"

You smiled and shook your head, knowing you were going to sound silly. "Ah, well, it kept coming loose. So I got frustrated and just went to town. But hey, at least it's not come loose anymore."

"Mhm. Now it's just not coming off." He chuckled, smiling to himself as you giggled. You were probably the only person other than Mic and Miss Joke that found him funny. "So... Is this what you told Midoriya you needed?"

This time it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. "... Huh? I didn't say anything to Midoriya. Well, other than telling him not to overdo it again."

Aizawa sighed softly. Of course, you hadn't. Still, now was as good a time as any to say his goodbyes.

"Mhm, well... I wanted to speak with you." He said, managing to pull one string from the knot. "It's very important."

You immediately got serious and nodded, trying to turn around, but being stopped by Aizawa. "Okay, but if it's so important, shouldn't I turn around?"

"Stay like this. I'm making progress anyways." He said, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing.

He took a deep breath and began to say what was on his mind. "When you first started here, I had no idea what to expect. I dreaded meeting you but I was just relieved the students would have you. I never imagined you'd end up teaching me something though." He said, trying not to focus on how hard his chest was beating. He hadn't been this nervous in years.

You didn't look back, but you knew your heart was beating fast too. You were hoping for a confession, but you weren't counting on it. Still, it sounded like it was going to happen. "What did I teach you?" You asked quietly.

He chuckled at how soft your voice had gotten. "You taught me a lot. How to be understanding. How to be more caring." He slowly turned you around and the both of you immediately locked eyes.

He reached around to the back of your neck and pulled the apron over your head. "How to fall in love." He said quietly, leaning into you. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his in a short, sweet kiss. He returned it, wrapping his arms around you. He was thankful that he'd closed the door.

When you both pulled away, he laid his head against yours. "... How to accept losing that love." He murmured.

Your eyes widened and you looked up, not understanding what he meant. "What do you mean?" You asked.

"You're leaving, remember? It's your last day." He said as if it were too obvious, pulling you into a hug.

You sat there in confusion before looking up at him. "I'm not leaving today. I'm not leaving at all." You said.

He quickly pulled away, looking down at you with furrowed brows. "What? But..." He trailed off, watching as you quickly pulled out your phone.

Your face went from confusion to shock, mouth agape. "Oh... I'm sorry, Aizawa. I tried texting you, but I guess I missed the send button." You looked up at him. "I love the students. I love you. I'm not going."

He stared at you with a blank look before sighing heavily. "So I just... confessed..." He trailed again.

You laughed and pecked his lips. "Mm, it wasn't for nothing. Now we can teach each other to grow old together."

Laughing softly with you, he sighed. "I'm always excited about one of your lessons, Y/n."

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #x reader #fluff #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shota #shota aizawa x reader

[youflowerr-youfeast]

Daisy. ( II )

Author’s note: OMG! You are all so gorgeous! Thank you so much for all the love and feedback. Here is part two of my little babies! 🥺💕 I hope you enjoy! I do have a few more thoughts for these two. G xx

Summary: y/n gets a text from Harry and he has very expensive taste in wine.

TW - mentions of blindness/head trauma.

3k words.

Part III

Music filled the small, eclectic London flat. Freya, your housemate, had spent years collecting hundreds of records which she more than willingly gave you free reign over.

Obviously, having no vision made it hard to: a) choose a record, and b) put on and play the record, but after a bit of practice you were getting the hang of it.

The music just always ended up being a bit of a lucky dip - whatever you pulled off the shelf.

This particular evening The Cranberries filled out the warm space of the living room, as you worked on studying some new content that had been covered in a lecture that afternoon.

You’d sat yourself on the floor in front of the small coffee table, while Daisy had placed herself on her bed in the corner of the room with a tasty dental stick that you’d rewarded her with.

You heard the jingle of keys coming from the direction of the front door, signalling the return of your housemate, Freya.

“Y/N! I’m home! I also come bearing some roast chicken for Dais! Mum was trying to get rid of it!” She called out as the entered the shared flat.

“Living room!” You called back as you kept typing with you special braille keyboard, whilst using VoiceOver to check your punctuation and spelling every now and then.

Freya walked into the room, dropped her bags and smiled warmly, “Hello gorgeous girlies,” she greeted and immediately made her way to Daisy to give her a big pat and cuddle ‘hello’.

You’d smile in her general direction, “How was home?” You asked, knowing she’d been back up north for a few days to see her family.

She let a small groan, but giggles at the same time, “It was fine. Mum is just always a handful,” she responded and made her way to you, placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

As she did, she couldn’t help but notice your phone screen lighting up with a few messages. You’d placed it on silent whilst studying to save yourself from the distraction.

“Someone is texting you, my love- ooh, unknown number,” Freya commented while glancing down at the phone screen.

Your head turned in her direction, “Oh, really? Probably just spam.” You replied. To be blatantly honest, your friendship circle wasn’t huge, so to receive messages from unknown numbers was a rarity.

“Want me to read?” Freya asked while sitting down on the floor beside you.

You nodded with a small shrug, “Go ahead.”

You trusted Freya enough to allow her regular access to your phone to do things like read a message or email to you or quickly jot down a reply for you. She held up your phone to your face to unlock it and pressed into the message.

“I hope Daisy is keeping up to date with her beauty and skincare routine. Want her looking nice and pretty when I see her next. Harry xx- sorry, what? Who the fuck is Harry? And what is this message about?!”

You quickly reached out in her direction to try and snatch your phone back off her, but clearly she had the upper hand in being able to keep it from your reach - not in a nasty way, just in a playful, best friend manner.

“Freya! Give it to me- it’s nothing, seriously. It’s just this guy that was doting over Daisy as I was walking to the park,” you tried to explain as you finally retrieved your phone from her grip.

“Just some guy that you just gave your number too?” She asked full of giggles. You could hear the smirk on her face.

“I-“ you fell short of words to say and you felt slightly embarrassed because you rarely received male attention and now, in retrospect, giving a random man your number might have been a really dumb move on your behalf, especially when you are a little more vulnerable than most.

“It was dumb. I didn’t think he’d actually text.. plus I’m not going to reply,” you said softly, feeling slightly insecure and turning back to your studies.

“Baby! It’s not dumb! It think it’s great that you finally did something so spontaneous. It’s about time you start putting yourself out there,” she quickly reassured you, “Plus! He’s very clearly flirting with you!” She giggles and nudged you playfully.

You simply giggled through a small sigh, “Doubt it, Frey,” you mumbled as you continued to type on your keyboard.

She let out a small, playful groan and nudged you again before standing up, “Text him back. Promise me. Even if it is nothing or he turns out to be a creep, then it’s done and you can block the number, but just this once, give it a try, sweet pea,” she pleaded with you.

You let out a little groan crossed with a giggle and rubbed your face with your hands, “Ugh, god. Ok, fine.. I’ll do it,” you said giving in.

“Promise?” She insisted.

“Promise.”

You soon heard her bedroom door close, signalling that you were now left alone. Your hands dropped to your lap in nervousness, not at all knowing how to respond to this text message.

You let out a small sigh and reached for your phone, “Fuck it, just do it,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gained access to your phone and used the VoiceOver tool to navigate your way to your text messages. Texting was a skill that took time for you to learn, due to needing to learn how to operate an on-screen braille keyboard, but now, you were used to it. The more comfortable you get with people you start to simply use voice messages, but you weren’t jumping that the opportunity to send one to a stranger. Within a few minutes of thinking and rewriting, you had finally crafted a response and sent it before you when into full overthinking-panic mode.

‘She’s currently working on a dental stick to get her teeth nice and clean for you, but I can’t promise she won’t wreak of roast chicken.’

Within moments there was an instant reply.

You used your VoiceOver tool to dictate the message for you.

‘Shit. I’ve just gone vegetarian. Might have to wine and dine you instead.’

You couldn’t help but giggle at the flirtatious response.

You have in very quickly, instead of the hassle of using your special phone keyboard, you decided to send a voice message.

“Look, I’m willing to accept, but you’re the one that has to break her heart and tell her it’s over,” you recorded into your phone.

He soon replied in the same format of a voice message,

“The brightest suns burn the fastest, Daisy, I’m sorry. Your mum and I just make more sense.”

The recording gave you a swarm of butterflies in your stomach as you heard his voice once more. Sound had become so important to you because it’s once of the most important ways you enjoy life now. His voice felt like velvet to your ears. You liked it most when you could hear his smile. The two of you continued to quip and joke with each other through voice messages for another hour or two until a small, relaxed date was organised. You’d expressed that new, foreign environments make you anxious. If you don’t know your way around or are at least semi-familiar with the staff, it can send you into a bit of a spiral. You don’t like feeling anyone’s pity, and most importantly, you don’t like people watching when things go wrong for you. So it was decided that you would have a small dinner date in your flat where he had promised to cook. You also informed him that your housemate would be present, but in her room.

Just in case.

Harry was sat in his Range Rover outside the townhouse that he’d been invited to for dinner.

His backseat had a few Waitrose bags with the ingredients for the meal he’d planned to cook for you and a bottle of wine he’d brought from his own collection.

He couldn’t lie to himself. He was slightly nervous. And he knew exactly why.

You hadn’t the slightest clue who he was.

For over 10 years he’d been living the fact that he was Harry Styles, pop star, actor, sex symbol.

The majority of women he interacted with already adored him - told him he was gorgeous, told him he was beautiful, told him he was handsome.

And now? This girl couldn’t see him. Not that he thought he was.. it’s just all he ever heard… but to you he was just Harry.

It was like a massive weight off his shoulders, but a whole new crushing one at the same time. For once there was no expectations, but now it was purely down to who he was as a person which was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Sure, you knew the name and you knew the big singles. But, without a face to the name.. it wouldn’t occur to you whatsoever. Nor were you majorly into pop culture.

He let out a deep breath and did a once over of his outfit and climbed out of his car and grabbed the bags with the ingredients he required.

He let himself through the small gate that let up to the townhouse. The door was painted a soft pastel pink which made him smile.

He let out a short puff of air and knocked on the door gently.

He could hear the scratching of Daisy’s claws against the hard wood floors and a bark or two of excitement that someone was at the door.

“Daisy! No, come on. You know better. No barking,” he heard your sweet voice kindly reprimand the dog.

“Who is it?” You asked on the other side of the door as you felt around to unlatch the chain.

“It’s Harry! Sorry.. I’m a bit late. Forgot to get petrol,” he said through the door.

It then opened revealing you in one of the cutest outfits he’d ever seen and he couldn’t help but let his dimples dig into his face.

“Hi! No problem at all! I was just finishing up cleaning the living room - Daisy kind of owns the place with all of her toys,” you joked with a sweet smile.

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off you, so much so he nearly forgot he needed to reply.

“Well, I suppose she needs to let loose after a week of heartbreak..-“ he began to joke but cut himself off, “‘m sorry, I just- you look really beautiful..” he’d admit.

The words that left his lips had your cheeks flare with pink, “Oh, thank you.. that’s so kind.. I um- I’m sure you look handsome,” you’d turn your head downward with a small smile. You were both equally as smiley as you welcomed him into your home. You guided yourself into the living room and pointed out the kitchen to him. He took in the space. It was decorated so eclectically. Art on the walls, candles, mismatched furniture, rugs. But it all went together so well.

“It’s a cute little place you’ve got here..” he said with a smile as he looked at a framed picture of you and Freya dressed up for a wedding you attended last summer. Your hair was longer then, he noted to himself.

“Oh, thanks.. I mean, Freya, my housemate does it all. Her world.. I’m just living in it,” you joked.

He chuckles softly, “Ok, tell me where the wine glasses are and we can get started, yeah?”

You led him to the kitchen and he watched as you felt for the cupboard that contained the cups and glasses. He was amazed at the skill and independence you displayed in your own home.

“Here we are,” you said as you placed the glasses on the counter top.

Harry went about pouring the wine - he would never tell you it was a vintage merlot worth nearly £450, but he wanted to bring something special.

He smiled when you wouldn’t stop commenting on how amazing it tasted.

“You’ll need to give the name of the wine, it’s delicious,” you remarked once more.

“Mm. No. It’s my little secret. So if you want more, you’ll have to see me again,” he replied smoothly.

“Wow. Not the blackmail within the first 25 minutes,” you chuckled as she leant against the counter.

He laughed sweetly and the sound was heaven to your ears. It was one of those sounds that made you feel like life was worth it even if you couldn’t see who it was coming from. Harry was soon acquainting himself with your kitchen and preparing you both dinner while you got to know each other with general small talk and jokes. The basics of hometowns and families were shared. You told him that you were currently completing a degree in social work and psychology. He tried his best to keep you talking about that before you asked him what he did.

“Uh, me? I’m working in music production at the moment.. it’s all pretty boring.” He tried to shrug off.

“Doesn’t sound very boring,” you giggled, “Have you ever met anyone famous?”

He winced slightly to himself but still smiled… he didn’t want you to know, but he didn’t want to lie.

“Uh.. yeah, here and there, but I try to just stick to myself and do my own work.”

You smiled, “I like that! Celebrities are scary anyway,” you joked.

He felt his muscles tighten, “Y-yeah.. trust me, I.. I know..” he tried to say through a smile, “anyway, I’m just about nearly done, so shall we top up our wines and eat?” He asked, desperately trying to change the topic. Thankfully, you couldn’t read his face so you couldn’t entirely tell any difference. You nodded with a grin and went about pouring the wines and moving to the couch with food. By this time, Daisy was fast asleep on her bed and you were multiple “lucky-dip-records” deep. You both ate Harry’s delicious cooking with you repeatedly telling him how good it was and soon the bottle of wine was finished.

“Do you mind.. do you mind if I ask how you lost your sight?” He inquired as softly and politely as he could as you both settled comfortably on your lounge.

“Oh, sure, it’s fine. I um- when I was like seven, my family and I were holidaying in Scotland and my sister and I were skating on a frozen pond one afternoon, and my skate got caught on some uneven ice and I fell and hit my head quite bad.. and yeah, since then…. Nothing..” you explained with a small nod.

“‘m sorry.. for it all.. it’s not fair.” He responded, his voice just above a whisper while assessing every aspect of your face.

You’d nod simply, “I know.. but it is what it is.. I just take it one day at a time.”

You both fell into a brief silence before you broke it, “What.. what do you look like..?” You asked softly.

“Oh.. uh-“ he blushed slightly, “um.. quite tall. About 6 foot. And I um.. I have brown hair.. kind of curly. It’s shortish at the moment but sometimes I let it grow out.. and I have greenish eyes.. kind of pale, but I can get an ok tan in the summer.. and uh.. I’ve got a few tattoos.. mostly on my arms and chest.. uh.. yeah.. I think that’s about it..” he chuckles, trying his best to explain his appearance. You couldn’t lie. Everything he said sounded extremely handsome. It made your heart beat a little faster and your cheeks flush a little pink.

“You sound very beautiful..” you commented quietly.

He immediately blushed and smiled a smile that had his dimples show off.

“Thank you.. I um.. I’m not so sure, but that’s kind of you to say.”

“This is odd, I know.. but would I be able to feel your face..?” You asked with a slight tinge of embarrassment.

“Yes..” he replied without a second thought.

He watched your hands hesitate in your lap slightly, so he gently reached across and took both of them in his and gently placed them on his cheeks. He closed his eyes in contentment as he felt your warm hands on his skin. It was almost euphoric. You could feel his sharp cheekbones and jawline, his slight stubble, you could feel the end song his curls touching his forehead and his soft, smooth skin. You trailed your hand back down his face gently and brushed a thumb over his lips. As soon as you realised you pulled your hand back in embarrassment, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

He cut you off instantly, “Please never apologise.. it’s ok..” he reassured and gently took your hand once more. He guided your hand back to his face and gently placed your fingertips on his lips. You felt you face blush, but you didn’t mind anymore. His lips felt so soft and warm.

“I- can I kiss them?” You blurted out without a second thought, surprising yourself. Surely, it must be the wine speaking, you thought.

You felt him smile against your fingertips,

“Jesus Christ.. please..” he mumbled with a nod.

You leaned in ever so slowly, finding your way and gently guiding your nose to brush on his. You both remained this way for a moment just enjoying the closeness, before he could no longer hold off. He pressed his soft lips to yours and it felt like fire ignited your entire body. You haven’t been able to see anything for over 18 years, but you could feel every colour under the sun bursting in your body as he kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, but still held a passion. He tasted of the merlot you had both consumed and you couldn’t get enough of it. The moment you both pulled away short of breath, his smile lit up his face which you could feel under your hands.

“God.. Y/N.. what are you doing to me?”

AHHH! Ok, but I had so much fun writing this! So PLEASE let me know what you think. I’m not quite done with them yet, so give me all your thoughts and feelings! Love you all! 💕

G xx

#Harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #hslot #harry’s house

[good-beanswrites]

Same Lights, Camera, Sing Your Sins anon here (you know if I'm gonna keep sending anon asks because of ideas, I need a shorter name...) Glad they're getting time to cool off on what happened during the trial. This project is hard on them all QvQ

Okay another thought! While working on the Trial 2 MVs, you think the prisoners get to watch everyone's first MVs? Like, maybe praise how each video looks ("Oh my gosh, Amane you look amazing!"), making comments with Jackalope's artistic choices (Shidou's flower mummy) and how stiff some of the prisoners look ("Fuuta you're walking like a tinman." "Shut up!"), some singing along to songs they've overheard earlier (Kotoko singing Weakness), and...er...shirtless Mikoto ("Amane don't look!"). Idk, this makes their filming for the next MVs sound more fun as they hang out.

Hello again!! omg Thank You for sharing once again, I’m obsessed with that 🥺🥺🥺 That's so wonderful picturing a little movie night... (And yes, feel free to pick a name :D else I will dub thee 🎬 next time given the theme lmao)

Okay so my original idea was that those first videos were actually watched on the down-low. There were a few days of nothing going on while the prisoners debriefed, made plans, and communicated their song ideas to the writers to start working with. (Minor detail but I think they’re cut off from the world still, no internet access though they can exchange a few messages/visits with family). They do, however, get access to the others’ T1 videos on their phones/ facility computers. Everyone gave permission to watch them, but there’s a bit of hesitancy. They haven’t started filming their new videos yet, so no one has gotten a look that deep into anyone else’s hearts. Just because they’re closer in this au doesn’t make them better communicators -- there’s still a lot that’s been left unsaid regarding near-murders and their true selves. So they only watch them in secret out of respect.

Haruka hides under the covers to watch After Pain on loop late into the night (going “she’s just like me fr”). Fuuta doesn’t care much for the others’ songs but tries to decipher the crimes as best as he can. He probably gets one stuck in his head the next few days that he finds really embarrassing. Mahiru gets very emotional over the other lovers, doing a poor job of hiding her sympathy toward Yuno, Shidou, and Kazui in the following days. Kazui is embarrassed to watch Throw Down so often, but Shidou is such a subtle man and it’s nice to see a more open side to him (who admits to lying as well). Amane takes a while to watch them -- they’re videos supporting murder and sin, after all -- but once she convinces herself it’s to help the experiment, she allows herself to enjoy  them. Kotoko does the same as Fuuta but jumps straight into Fandom Mode and starts taking notes and analyzing the others’ videos. She keeps a secret folder on her phone of theories and symbolism and screenshots for reference. 

HOWEVER

You have opened my eyes to Milgram Movie Night 👁️👁️

Everyone realizes they’re going to need to get comfortable with a lot of personal info really quickly, since T2 filming starts in a few days. Rather than Jackalope’s suggestion of undergoing a painful group circle talk, they go with Mikoto’s idea to all sit down to watch the videos together. This keeps the atmosphere up while they watch, allowing for many compliments and encouragement. It also lets the singer defend things in their video if they see fit, though most let it speak for itself. (Fuuta: “ah, back when I was a menace online.” “You’re still like that Fuuta.” “I’m a changed man!” “You got one guilty verdict and nothing’s even happened yet.”)

I love all of those reactions so much ahhhh! Amane getting showered in compliments like she deserves. Honestly, all of them getting showered in complements because it's what they deserve ;-; Playful teasing getting thrown around for everyone. Not even Jackalope is safe from their heckling (see: Throw Down flower person), and he's not even there to defend himself. There’s lots of blushing and eye covering during MeMe. And a singalong aspect!! I don’t know I didn’t think to incorporate that into the fic so far -- there’s nothing quite like heckling your friend onstage by echoing their lines really loud from the wings asdfsdfsd. Mikoto recognizes the video game from Fuuta’s and makes his whole day. Mahiru and Shidou realize they have both flowers and food in common, and get to talking. All at once, everything clicks into place for why Amane hated Shidou him so much.

I'm also realizing Kazui would have a Moment TM while seeing all the prisoners talking so comfortably about their deepest selves and struggles. I don't think he'd break down and open up just yet, but I bet it's be a pretty big change of heart for him to see such honesty/vulnerability...

Plus, most of my original ideas can still stand after the fact! There's no shame in seeing too much personal info about another prisoner, the only shame comes from just how many time the video was looped in private lmao

#milgram #thank you for sharing your thoughts waaahhh these have been making me sooo crazy!!! #and ive seen people using emoji nicknames and thought it was cute but feel free to pick an actual name haha #i would do anything for the vas to cover other trial songs ;-; #i just love the idea of them singing together so much... #im not a theater kid but i did dance and been backstage for some shows so i know what its like when the rest of the company is shouting out #the song thats currently playing for the dancers onstage #im just picturing the prisoners getting silly on set while the background track is playing and they start singing along #or like everyone shouting along with muu's big moment 'kawaiso nano!' or joining in the 'aaahhh-LOVE' in cat #ill have to keep that in mind for the t3 drabbles.... #this made me remember theres a line in the fic insinuating kazui never saw harrow so maybe i go back and fix that later #because i always intended for them to see all the videos #i try to keep my fics fairly ship-neutral but theres definitely potential here for prisoners getting caught looping the singer they have #a thing for :') #lights camera sing your sins #ask

[liloinkoink]

Fic ask meme: I wish you would write a fic of lamplight Ren’s thoughts when he first meets Martyn 🥺🥺 -rem

[ask meme: i wish you would write a fic where...]

The first sign that Ren’s life is about to start again is the sound of shattering metal. The second is the protest of old hinges, and the third is splintering wood.

The man who enters the room doesn’t wear a mask like the ones who put him here, which is enough for Ren to like him. He steps back to the door, breaks off a chunk of wood, and holds it into the fire. 

Ren isn’t sure where the man is planning to take him, but it doesn’t matter.  

Ren takes the lifeline with both hands and lets the man pull him free. 

They don’t go very far. The man circles the room once, quietly concentrating, though Ren isn’t sure on what. As he searches, Ren focuses on him. 

The man is exhausted. He looks like he’s been punched in both eyes, and has to switch which hand he holds the torch in several times as he circles the room because the act of holding it up seems to tire him. He seems to be looking for something. Whatever it is, not only does he not find it, but he’s so focused on searching that he nearly walks right into the statue of Ren—the last bastion of a useless god, drenched in darkness even when its patron is made of light. 

He stares at it blankly, circling around to see its face, holding Ren up to look closer. Ren reaches toward it, but the man pulls his hand away before Ren can touch the stone. 

“Are you still here?” the man asks, and Ren’s attention whips back to his face. The man stares directly into the stone face of Ren’s statue, as though he’s trying to meet Ren’s eyes. The man’s talking to him? “You’ve been stuck here a really long time, huh? When was the last time someone came down to talk to you?”

I’m here! Ren wants to say, but all that comes out is a crackling. He tries anyway, insisting I can hear you. I’m listening.

“Listen, uh. We’re in a pretty similar spot right now. I don’t know who put you down here, but there’s bad people running around your place now,” the man says, and oh, does Ren know that already. He doesn’t need someone to come down here to remind him how he’s failed to save even his city’s corpse. 

Does he want Ren to save Dogwarts? He’s come to the wrong place. The city-no-more doesn’t need a worthless god. What use is a prayer to Ren?

“They’re keeping me here,” the man says, pleading, “and I’m running out of options.” 

Oh. 

“If you can help me escape, I’ll follow you,” the man continues, “I’m not really a paladin, but I’ll see what I can do.”

A paladin’s oath is nothing to scoff at. A lifelong bond from a god to a mortal, a promise of devotion in turn for power and protection. Most paladins study under their gods’ churches for some time before making the sort of oath this man offers now.

To offer this at first meeting, before even offering his name? This is a desperation Ren knows. The last time he felt if, he gave up his form to save a city already burning. The first time he felt it… 

This is the sort of desperation that drives a mortal man to set himself alight in search of godhood. 

“Neither of us have better options, so…”

Ren is the pointless god of a dead city. 

But surely, surely, Ren can save just one man. 

Who would Ren be to turn him away?

The basin goes out, the fire inside snuffed without a sound. Martyn jerks back, startled, but he can still see, if barely.

Nice to meet you, paladin, Ren says, Let’s leave.

“Oh,” the man—his paladin—breathes. He holds the torch with both hands, and Ren can feel the way they tremble, even as he looks past Ren toward the statue above him. “I didn’t really think you could hear me.”

I told you I was listening! Ren wants to say, but he’s a bit too giddy to be properly chiding. 

“Oh, man. If I knew you could hear me, I…” his paladin trails off, “Wait. Am I watching this now? Am I supposed to build a temple or something? I’m not really a builder… If I get out of here, I’m going to be the world’s worst paladin.”

His paladin looks down at Ren, and Ren would give anything to smile at him. Only the worst for the world’s worst god. 

#short lamplight! i might expand this and do the rest of this scene later #alt pov of from their first meeting in torchlight! #lamplight au #oink asks #lew writes #lamplight Ren. makes me sad

[heyiwrotesomethings]

hi maddy!!

was so excited to see your requests open so soon again!! you pamper us so much, really🥺🖤

i was thinking... we had a jealous shinobu fic a while ago, so... how about a jealous y/n one shot? maybe even with a demon! reader... so due to her nature y/n has to show who the insect pillar belongs to through lingering touches in public, angry huffs and glares😳😳

the pronouns are she/her

thank you and have a nice day!!

Just a Tad Possessive

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Demon Reader

A/N: Hello! Omg that jealous Shinobu fic was one of the first fics I ever wrote. That was in 2019. My how the world has changed. I hope you like this one too! Sorry if the Reader comes of more aggressive than you would have liked. I went a little wild I think. Word Count: 1,288

“(Y/n), my dear, what did we talk about last night?” Shinobu asked.

They were standing together on the side of a lantern lit street busy with other festival goers making the most of the warm, summer night. Each person that passed gave the couple a wide berth, feeling an aura emanating from (Y/n) that left the passerbys with an uneasy feeling.

(Y/n) stared straight ahead and glared at whoever caught her eye while she took her time recalling the conversations she and Shinobu shared the night before.

“…You we’re wondering if you should buy a different type of fish food.”

“After that.”

“We talked about what to get Tanjirou-kun for his birthday.”

“After that.” Shinobu prompted once more.

“How it’s too hot to cuddle under the covers in the summer.”

“(Y/n)…” Shinobu said in a warning tone, causing the demon to whine.

“I can’t help it! You look extra pretty in your kimono and I need people to know that you are spoken for!”

A woman who wasn’t paying attention stepped a little too close for the demon’s liking and she held Shinobu closer, resting her chin against her shoulder as a low growl rumbled in the back of her throat. The noise startled the woman and she scampered away, sending a few bewildered glances over her shoulder as she went.

Shinobu rose her hand to flick (Y/n)’s nose. The demon backed away with a snort and rubbed at her nose, shooting Shinobu the softest glare of the night while the Hashira fought a smirk from tugging the corner of her lips.

“I need you to try not to antagonize any more people tonight. We can enjoy ourselves without you having to worry about what anyone else is thinking or doing. You can do that for me, right?”

(Y/n) crossed her arms and grunted with displeasure, but she did nod after a moment or two of brooding.

“Thank you,” Shinobu grasped the demon’s hand and tugged her back into the path, “behave yourself and let’s have a stress free night.”

(Y/n) let Shinobu pull her around and while they visited the various stalls, she slowly untensed and began genuinely having a good time. The rest of the world faded into the background while she and Shinobu enjoyed their outing. With her guard lowered, she failed to notice the man who was waiting for an opening to approach the butterfly he had seen flitting around.

(Y/n) separated from Shinobu for only a few minutes. Just a handful of minutes to purchase a few things for Tanjirou and Shinobu. No time at all, really. But when she turned to rejoin Shinobu at the front steps of a small shrine, her mood soured when she saw a man taking a seat beside Shinobu near the steps.

She ground her teeth together and began stalking over, but Shinobu gave her a look that (Y/n) knew all too well.

The, ‘I can take care of this on my own, don’t do anything drastic’ face.

(Y/n) growled and rolled her eyes. She watched from a distance, walking back and forth like a caged tiger. She could tell that Shinobu was growing annoyed by the man’s insistent pestering and that in turn only magnified (Y/n)’s own displeasure.

Shinobu politely declined the man’s reworded request to walk around with her a third time, knowing full well that (Y/n) was a ticking time bomb ready to explode if this interaction was to carry on much longer. To be honest, she was getting a little aggravated so maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing to let (Y/n) come over and send the man on his way. However, part of the reason for this outing in the first place was for (Y/n) to rein in her jealousy and not perceive every person that walked by as a threat to their relationship or Shinobu’s wellbeing.

“Perhaps you have a severe short-term memory problem, but I have told you three times now that I am here with my paramour who is not as understanding as I. I suggest you take your leave before she returns.” Or before she snaps more aptly put…

“Oh yeah? Was that the grumpy looking girl who was practically attached to you? She’s welcome to come along of course. I think we could all have a good time.“

Uh oh.

The man had reached out to rest his hand over Shinobu’s and that was it for him.

(Y/n) was there in an instant, tightly gripping the man’s wrist with enough force to make him cry out.

“(Y/n), let’s be gentle with the civilian.” Shinobu warned, noting the concerning amount of pressure the demon was using.

“It’s not broken.” The demon assured. “Not yet.”

“What are you?!” The man gasped while trying to wrench his hand free from the iron grip.

“Your worst nightmare.”

“I think he gets the picture darling,” Shinobu put her hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder, “Let the poor fool go.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) huffed, she let go and the man scrambled to his feet, clutching his bruised wrist, he scampered away muttering curses under his breath.

Together, they watched him disappear into the crowd. Shinobu rubbed (Y/n)’s shoulder in an attempt to ease her ire.

“Let’s go somewhere less crowded.” Shinobu decided, already pushing (Y/n) down a more secluded pathway.

They found somewhere to sit near the village cemetery and after some time passed by, (Y/n) sighed sharply.

“I really did try.”

Shinobu smiled and scooted closer to wrap her demon up in her arms. “I know you did, I’m not mad. He had ample warning.”

(Y/n) sank into Shinobu’s hold, relieved that she wasn’t mad at her. Still, she felt bad. Shinobu could take care of herself and (Y/n) trusted her with her whole heart. It was foolish to think that some random stranger could steal her away, but she couldn’t help but feel a little insecure. She couldn’t walk beside Shinobu in the sun like a human partner could. A human, though more fragile, could make Shinobu’s life less complicated and more full—

“Ow!” (Y/n) hissed, pulling away to rub at her cheek that had been roughly pinched between Shinobu’s fingers.

“You’re getting that mopey far away look. You know how I feel about your self-deprecating inner monologues.”

Shinobu scooted over the small distance (Y/n) put between them and rubbed her thumb over the cheek she had pinched before replacing her hand with her lips for a lingering moment.

“I love you.” She reminded, and though her tone was light, her touch and stare were telling in the degree of sincerity.

The demon leaned into Shinobu’s welcoming embrace and buried her face within her neck. Shinobu smiled warmly when a muffled echo of the sentiment rumbled against her collar. She couldn’t help but tease.

“I do find your possessiveness rather attractive in instances like this, however I would still appreciate making an effort in distinguishing between true annoyances and people just living their lives.”

“‘M’kay.”

“Ready to go home?”

“I could keep going if you want. I’d hate for that guy to be the note we leave on.” (Y/n) wrinkled her nose.

“If you’re certain. I wouldn’t mind going on a bit longer. It’s not often we get time to go out by ourselves like this.”

“Yeah, I was having a good time.”

“As was I.”

Shinobu stood and brushed herself off before offering her hand to (Y/n) to help her to her feet. They walked closely together as they rejoined the bright noisy street and though (Y/n)’s hand lingered against Shinobu’s obi, the Hashira did not mind. Her heart warmed with the gentle contact reserved only for her and they fell back into the fun of the festival with no further incident.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho #shinobu kochou #requests #anonymous

[leatherbelt1295]

Your Daily Smile #2617

@ehan281

This should have been posted yesterday, but I didn't really get a chance to. I spent the previous 2.5 days with EHAN irl, and man they were just so wonderful... I'm so grateful we got to hang out again and do more than we did last time. Went during this time for a multitude of reasons since things lined up perfectly, but most importantly it was like a birthday present to him (5/29) and myself (6/3). We haven't seen each other since October 2017, so naturally I really missed him so much. ;w; That's way too long!!

We got to eat yummy food each day, got to meet his adorable doggy Sparky, met his folks, go through a mirror maze, played a laser busting game?, watch him do little runs of SpongeBob Battle for Bikini Bottom, watch the new Spidey on opening night with his brother, and went to a convention together and even cosplayed which was super fun! I went as Peppino Spaghetti from Pizza Tower (so if by chance you were there on Friday and saw Peppino, it might've been me!) and he was an excellent Cameron from Ferris Bueller Day Off. It was cool how often we were recognized, heheh. Really nice to see people's faces light up like that. Of course, we saw a lot of great cosplays too! Here's a few I saw myself that I got pics of, really nice stuff!

We got to play my favorite beat-em-up The Simpsons by Konami, and I'm glad EHAN and his brother really enjoyed it too! Really cool stuff all around, found plenty of gifts for my folks at home but also a couple things for me. Oh and Petra stuff and even comm'd a Petra for EHAN. :]

I haven't been to a con in 7 years, so being back at such a fun one was something I absolutely needed and appreciate immensely. Good times all around! I'm happy he and his brother enjoyed themselves too.

Here's my loot, though only the Jolteon and black shirt are for me.

We headed to Red Robin later on, and that was nice too! At least for me and his brother. :)

I went with the intention of recreating a certain Bocchi the Rock comic to EHAN. :))

And it worked. :)))

And the waitress didn't believe him when he said it was my birthday too. :))))

Ended the night with some 3 player Mario Party 2 on Pirate Land. We lost to the CPU DK because of usually MP shenanigans lol. Still fun!

And followed that up with me and EHAN rewatching Space Patrol Luluco as we do every June 5th, but a little early this time so it could be irl. A wonderful time as it is every year, but made more special being together and having fun irl! I'll be taking about that more on tomorrow's YDS though. :)

Wrapped up the visit with another good breakfast and visiting a lovely park, I really enjoyed that too.

Again, overall, I totally needed this trip and I'm eternally grateful for being able to do so. I really miss him though. ;w;

And I suppose I should mention a bit how my birthday was yesterday aside about half the day being with EHAN. I received gift art from friends through the day, including right at midnight and even today... Y'all really didn't have to... ;; But thank you so much... And to those who I know may read this and wanted to draw me something or whatever the case may be, but couldn't for any reason, just know it's more than okay and the fact that you even thought of me in the first place means a lot to me already. Wishing me hbd means a lot too... 🥺 So thank you guys too!

Even had a big surprise on the flight back home before departure. Someone close to me with connections actually informed the crew on board that it was my birthday, and if they could deliver a message to me for them, which they absolutely did... Even gave me free snacks and water, and invited me to sit in the pilot's seat which was !!!!!?? It was so cool what the heck... I'm grateful for that... 😭

Nice time spent at home with family, always nice to see them. It ain't a birthday without being with em, I'd say. Nice lil gifts too, they shouldn't have... ;; I do wanna show this Hank Hill in particular, gave me a good laugh and I love it, heheh. The Bocchi doodle too!

But yeah, I just wanted to dedicate this YDS to thanking @ehan281 and his brother for a wonderful time and express my gratitude of a happy birthday too. Hoping the next time we meet won't be so long! ^^

#EHAN #toskihero #your daily smile

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

MR FISCHOEDER! For the ask game

I'm predictable can't help it

Ooooooh, this is a fun one!!

First impression: I think I've always liked Mr. Fischoeder. He always gave off such hilarious vibes. He's always been the kooky, eccentric landlord that the Belchers enjoy, but also are a bit scared of because they keep missing out on the rent, ahahaha. But I've always found him very funny and entertaining to watch.

Impression now: I think Mr. Fischoeder is very funny, and such a great character to explore. He's voiced wonderfully by Kevin Kline, and I honestly just can't get enough of him. He's great. I hope we get even more of him and Felix because that would be wonderful.

Favorite moment: It's so hard to choose, but one of my favorites was his song in Roamin' Bob-Iday because his calling himself a "big, sexy boy" is iconic. And that moment in the movie where he and Felix are stuck in the submarine, and he mentions their dead cousin Baxter, and how despite being dead, he's somehow still worse than Grover, in his opinion. Comedy gold. Also, it's very sweet how he helped the Belchers escape, he genuinely cares about them so much 🥺 Also, the entirety of What A (April Fool) Believes is so funny. His strange, homo-erotic tension with Bob is incredible. Oooh, oooh, also, his song in Nice-Capades is so iconic and hilarious. His entire role in that episode was iconic, actually.

Idea for a story: @br1ghtestlight started making this super fun and interesting fic where Mr. Fischoeder offers the Belchers some free rent if Bob goes on a (sort of) date with him. His reasons for wanting to go on a (sort of) date with Bob are that he simply wants to experience what it's like to go on a date with another man, as he grew up in a society where homosexuality was still quite taboo. He wanted to do something that he knew would make his father roll in his grave, pfffffft. It's just a super interesting idea, and it really deepens his character in a really nice way.

Unpopular opinion: I actually don't know if I have any unpopular opinions about Mr. Fischoeder?? Maybe just that I want to see him more, but there are barely any characters whom I wouldn't say that about.

Favorite relationship: His dynamic with Bob is so flipping hilarious, it gets me every single time. He clearly has some strange, one-sided crush on Bob, which Bob obviously doesn't really reciprocate because he and Linda are soulmates. But he does still indulge Mr. Fischoeder on occasion, which is so funny to see.

Favorite headcanon: That he's not straight. I mean, look at this man. He is 1,000% not straight. I could totally see him being either Bi or Gay and having a ton of Comphet because of the society he grew up in. That would honestly be pretty plausible. But for some reason, I do want to lean more into him being Bi, because I could still see him genuinely enjoying being with women. He does seem very Cis, though, he gives off a lot of Cis Male vibes for some reason.

#asks #bobs burgers #mr fischoeder #this was very fun to do #i love mr. fischoeder as a character and analyzing him is just such a treat #i think he should have more screentime with felix on account of the fact that he's hilarious #i ended up having a lot to say about him but hey i'm not complaining

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Can you match your mutuals with CSM characters and troupes? Pretty please 🥺

Thanks for the game <3 !!! I wanna apologize upfront bc this is a very very short one. I don't remember CSM super well apparently so i apologize for how few of yall are included here. This was what I could manage after tumblr fucked up my draft and if i dont post it tonight it'll rot in my drafts forever. Idk man send me a part two and ask for a different set and we'll see what we can do (probably reusing characters tho)

@feitania and Kishibe - roommates

Kishibe doesn't need a roommate and he reminds you of that at least 12 times a week but he wouldn't dream of having you leave. He's so much more sentimental than it seems. Who would've thought that stone cold bastard had such a big soft heart? He lets you decorate any room you like for the most part and he'd be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the warmth that comes with another life in his home. You two don't need to fill all the space with chatter but after a while, you do get him to open up a bit and you learn a lot from the man's life. He learns a lot about yours too. Idk, it's just the right amount of cozy.

@the-travelling-witch X Aki - cafe au

Baker!Aki is dying for your attention after the fist time you visit his shop. It was dead on a weekday afternoon. He gave you a deal on some cookies, insisting it was the end of the day, that they'd go to waste. Since then he's tried to catch your eye and your fancy through some new desserts, pastel macarons, and cute little pastries, and delicate fruit tarts. He listens to you talk when you bring some friends to study there. He's not trying to be weird, but he hears you're not from Japan and starts making German treats he think maybe a taste of home could be nice or well he's ... he's trying okay? He thanks the gods the day you ask him why the menu always changes because you finally give him your number with a promise to teach him how to make some real bread.

@sleepy3 and Beam - childhood best friends

Yall have been inseparable for the last two decades. You spent your youth together. You shared nearly all your elementary and middle school classes together and and never struggled to make time for one another. You're the only one who can calm Beam down, you're his favorite cuddle buddy, annnnd the only reason he probably graduated because got he's adorable and all but his attention span is not it! For his part, he gives you energy and hypes you up all the time. He even hypes you up for that date he doesn't particularly like that you're going on tonight because he doesn't think the guy is good enough for you. But he's still gonna help you pick an outfit and tell you how great you look because he's honest and he cares about you and well, he trusts you to make smart decisions.

@drakenlvr X violence fiend - fake dating

He doesn't seem all that interesting at first and I don't blame you. There's not much to talk about since you finished that one project together. You know, the one you two did all the work for while your asshat classmates sat with their thumbs in their asses? All you really knew about galgali was that he was maybe a bit of a pushover sometimes but he was definitely nice. When he came up to you in the dining hall and asked for you to go to a work event with him as his partner just once god i know its weird but please- you figured, fuck it. There are worse ways to spend a Friday evening than hanging around an acquaintance and getting free food and drinks. Turns out he has a crazy history, a crazier job, and a shockingly cute streak.

@violettierre x Power - enemies to friends to business owners lmao

Look I'm not gonna get into the gory details about that relationship you just got out of, okay? It was messy and not at all your fault, but isn't it crazy how all it took was a mutual enemy (the ex in question) to become thicker than thieves with Power? I can just see you and Power skipping down the street and dancing and being chaotic. Plus there's just nothing like it when Power is soft for you. Y'all end up roommates and maybe go in halfsies on a cat cafe for the broken hearted to find their new halves.

#im so sorry friends #more of you should be here #i will try harder next time #maybe i'll give these guys a break and appreciate some more moots #idk im a mess lmao #someone tell me to eat dinnner #or something #hush virtue #but really anon if you're a moot and you;re not here ill cry send another and iwill do it again

[onsunnyside]

I’m already thinking about y/n giving steve a bath with loads of bubbles and he’s nice and warm and she’s washing his hair and body and he’s just being so cute 🥰🥰

༻ bubbles

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, soft!steve, size difference, bubbles, soap eating

𝗪/𝗖 | 773

𝗔/𝗡 | ahh this is so adorable, I want my own Tarzan!Steve🥺 Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series!

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“—Ah! Steve, put your arms down!”

Another wad of bubbles splatters on your face, along with a wave of water on your clothes. Steve, the giant currently sitting in the bathtub with bubbles to his chest, tilts his head with his arms still high in the air.

“Hm?” His beard is full of bubbles too, quite adorable but also very messy.

As you wipe your face, the warm water seeps into your skin and makes your clothes uncomfortably sticky. A soft sigh comes from you when Steve splashes again, adding to the puddle on the tiled floor.

The blond examines the bottle of soap, turning it in his hands. “Smells so good—tastes good too?”

Your eyes bulge, “No!”

It’s too late, Steve brings the bottle up and squirts it in his mouth, a large glop landing on his tongue. His lips snap shut, face screwing up as he chokes loudly.

“Ugh! Terrible taste!”

You quickly snatch the bottle from his grubby hands, setting it far away on the counter. Steve viciously rubs a towel on his tongue, spitting and coughing. His blue eyes are watery when they meet yours before he speaks with a small voice, “…Don’t like, whatever it is. Never want to eat it again.”

“You aren’t supposed to eat it.” You laugh, giving him a cup of water to rinse his mouth.

Steve gags, scowling at the bottle. “Don’t like that at all. Disgusting.”

“Would it make you feel better if I added more bubbles?”

His eyes light up, “Can I?”

And so, the bubble volume increases yet again. Spilling over the edge of the tub but you don’t even care anymore. You can’t care about anything except the cute, man-beast squeezing fistfuls of bubbles, smearing it on his arms and chest. Little ooh’s flowing from his pink lips. “Water is so warm…”

“Close your eyes.” You bring the cup to his head, shielding his face with one hand for the water to rinse his hair. The blond strands are a few shades darker now, more a light brown than gold.

“Bruce gave soap too, didn’t know how to use it.”

“That’s okay, you still did really well.” It was true. There wasn’t half as much dirt and grime as you expected, the water wasn’t crystal clear but it wasn’t filthy.

Steve hums, leaning into your touch as your fingers run through his hair with shampoo. His eyes flutter open, drawn on you. He just stares at you, slow blinks of that sky blue gaze, calmly observing.

“Dirty too?” He asks.

You try to ignore his wandering hands as they trail down your wet shirt, dipping under your collar and popping open buttons. A shiver ghosts over you when he cups your jaw, thumb tracing your lip.

“I clean you?”

“Oh, no. I’ll shower after you.”

“Shower?”

“It’s like a little waterfall. The water comes from above and you just stand and wash instead of sitting.”

The giant shakes his head, and scoots away. The bathtub is quite large and long, but it’s perfect for his height. When he pats the outer rim with an inviting grin, you already know what he wants.

“I’ll clean you.”

“Come here, let me finish washing your hair.” You reach for him and your knees slip on the wet tiles. You squeak, your upper half landing in the bath as your hands scramble for the wall. “Steve!”

He easily yanks you the rest of the way in, the water spilling over the sides as he sits you on his bare lap. He grins and reclines. “There, perfect.”

You don’t even put up a fight—it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. Whatever Steve wanted, he got. Whether it was his innocent charming smile or superhuman strength, Steve had the power to get whatever he desired.

And right now, he wanted to wash you, just as gentle and sweet as you were washing him.

Pushing aside the unpleasant feeling of wet clothes, you shake off his wandering hands. Steve just pulls you flat to his chest, his nose nuzzling your neck. “You smell better than soap… Taste better too?”

A tingle erupts over your body, “P-Put your head back.”

Surprisingly, Steve listens. The water washes away the shampoo, your fingers detangling the strands gently. “Feels nice… Really nice.” He peeks one eye open, sneakily unbuttoning the rest of your shirt, “you would like it too…”

“You aren’t letting this go, huh?”

“Want to be sweet with you too… Think you deserve it.”

You caress his cheek, pressing your forehead to his. “Maybe next time, okay?”

With a peaceful sigh, Steve agrees. “Okay… but not terrible soap, again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ahh my first blurb for What A World ;)

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x female!reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #reader insert #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers au #steve rogers x doctor!reader #doctor!reader #tarzan!steve rogers #tarzan au #tarzan!steve #steve rogers fluff #soft!steve rogers #nomad!steve rogers #nomad!steve #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x you #chris evans fluff #chris evans characters #size difference #short!reader #chris evans x short!reader #request sonny #what a world au

[tonaken]

DILF NANAMI | Dilf December Collab

a/n: this is part two of the first piece I wrote for the Dilf December collab hosted by @r1nf4iry. I felt like it needed a part two because I just wanted to write some smut for this wonderful specimen of a man. For context, Y/n is a dental hygienist and Nanami has a daughter, Emiko. Here’s part one. I hope you enjoy!

content: Nanami keeps meeting you around, and his feelings for you become ever more real...

warnings: MDNI (it’s on sight) Nanami x fem!reader, au where Nanami is a retired sorcerer and has a child, fluff, crack, angst??? Nanami is just a bit insecure, strong language, age gap (roughly ten years), use of japanese honorifics (do not be shy to tell me if i don't use them properly, i did some research, but i’m not japanese), alchohol consumption (they are not drunk, maybe tipsy), smut, nothing too out there, oral (fem receiving), breath play??? You suffocate him with your thighs, he loves that, praise kink, dirty talk, nipple play, body worship, unprotected sex (this is fiction, so use protection), no skin color/hair texture/body type mentioned, whole lotta feelings

w/c: 9k i went overboard but I JUST LOVE THIS MAN

Reblogs and likes are appreciated!

The few weeks after Emiko’s visit Kento can’t get you out of his mind

Yes, you were a sight for sore eyes

Yes, he found you intriguing

Yes, you surprised him with what you could do

But it wasn’t because of that

It was just that Emiko wouldn’t shut up about you

Awwww 🥺

Everytime she had to brush her teeth, it was “Y/N-san did it this way”

When Nanami and Emiko were strolling around she run up to a total stranger thinking that it was you

Gave Nanami a whole heart attack

When he catches up with her, the poor lady is calmly explaining that she doesn’t know any Y/N (when Emiko got close she realized that she just looked like you, so she asked if you were sisters)

Nanami is doing everything to apologize, bowing profusely

Poor bby, Emiko is really a handful

Emiko even mentions you to her mom

Nanami is shocked when he receives a call from mama Emiko, all smug asking about a certain Y/N

“When were you going to tell me you found someone? Hm, Kento?” 😏

Nanami was sooo embarrassed, he is denying everything

y is u lyin, I know you want me 😒😒😒

Mama Emiko knows him well

He may be all calm and collected, but she can almost see him blushing in embarrassment

Nanami explains that you are just a dental hygienist Emiko seems to have fallen in love with

I luv u too bb🥰

Mama Emiko accepts the explanation

She reasons that Kento doesn’t need to know that Emiko herself said that he was giving you heart eyes😁👀

The end of the month is approaching and like every month, Kento and Emiko go on a daddy daughter date

He knows how much work can keep him away from his little love, so he does his best to spend the most time with her

He always takes her to different places

Places he finds special

This time, he goes for something a bit more simple

He takes her to his favourite bakery

He promised her a treat for the nice grades she got at school recently

Purrr 💅🏾💅🏾

Emiko is super excited when she sees the place; she hasn’t been there in ages

Mrs Kimura is lowkey shocked when she sees how much she’s grown

She’s so pretty and poised that she just gives her free pastries

Nanami is lowkey jealous

He also wants those nice fuming dorayakis

But he doesn’t complain too much because he doesn’t even get to pay, even after insisting with Mrs Kimura

He does slip a nice amount in the tip jar tho

A grateful and generous king

Just when their about to step out of the bakery, someone pushes the door in the opposite direction

Nanami is already ready to fight, because his little girl almost tripped

All that stops him from losing his cool is Emiko excited squeal

“Y/n-san!” an incredulous, yet thrilled gasp escapes Emiko’s chest while she lunges towards your leg.

You most definitely did not expect such a strong grip, or the shrill voice of a child, or Emiko’s dazzling smile.

Your face of surprise quickly turned into one of delight.

“Well, hello there!”

Nanami just stand there looking at you and Emiko just talking and laughing

He loves likes the way you compliment her for her new cut

Emiko can’t stop babbling about how different you look without your usual scrubs and surgical cap

Nanami himself appreciates the way your hair frames your face and even your sense of style

He’s basically hypnotized by you

So much so that you catch him staring👀

Just confess alreadyyyyy i’m ready to be your wifeeeeee 👰🏾🤰🏾

He shrugs it off, politely greeting you and lying confessing that he didn’t recognize you

You believe him without questioning him, even if you did see the softness in his eyes

You end up talking a bit, with mrs. Kimura lowkey eavesdropping ✋🏻👂🏻

She’s never seen Nanami-san talk to a woman like that

She doesn’t even know who Emiko’s mom is and she knows that he isn’t married

She means nothing bad i promise, but she is a bit nosy

Same sis 🙋🏾‍♀️

Same with Kento, clearly

“Do you come here often?”

There it was again. His curious side, that is. You smirked at the realization. You weren’t exactly mad about such a handsome man showing some interest in you.

“No, it’s my first time here,” you admitted.

Nanami silently nodded in response, eyes on Emiko, who was now playing with the hem of your coat. He was about to speak, if it were not for Mrs Kimura’s interjection.

“Even if she lives upstairs”.

The little grin on the woman’s lips made her joking tone transpire, making you laugh in turn. Emiko was excited to know something new about you and Nanami couldn’t deny that the sparks of something unknown lit up deep in his chest, even if he readily stopped himself from indulging in the feeling.

“I’m no detective, but I see you leaving that door each morning,” she continued, pointing at the entrance of your apartment complex.

The speed at which Nanami followed the woman’s indication was something that he would have rather forgotten, regretting it the second his eyes fell on you, seemingly amused by his antics.

He was just curious, nothing more. There was nothing wrong with that, right?

Yeah, right👀

Anyways you and the Nanami pair part ways

Emiko keeps waving at you while they walk away, so you just stand there awkwardly waving back until they disappear around the corner

She’s too cute😍😍😍

All that Nanami thinks about is the fact that he owes you an apology

You helped his little girl and he always treated you coldly, even asking invasive questions at times

He kinda hates himself for it, because he can tell that you’re a good person and that you didn't deserve it

So he makes it a plan to say sorry the next time he sees you

That is why he casually finds himself roaming that area of the city after work, even when he lives and works on the other side of Tokyo

That is why he visits the bakery more often, unknowingly confirming Mrs. Kimura’s suspicions, especially with the way he always seems to eye your door

Yes, that is why he’s there, in the nearby park, eating a nice sandwich after work, trying to muster the courage to speak to you, sitting not too far away

He realizes that Emiko was like a bridge, her affection giving him access to you

But now that she’s not here, he feels a bit lost

The thought of fearful Nanami makes me go😩

He is being a bit stalkerish here tho🧐

But as soon as he starts walking toward you, you get up and walk back home

😭😭😭

Saying that he was disappointed is an understatement

He doesn’t give up tho

It’s the Nanami Kento, and he does not half ass things

So he keeps trying, spending quite a bit of money at the bakery

Mrs Kimura right now 🤑🤑🤑

But she lowkey feels bad, because she knows Kento is a decent man, and he seems like a lost puppy always coming back obviously in hopes to find you 😔

Two weeks have passed, and Nanami has not seen you since that time in the park

At this point he gives up trying, concluding that you’ve probably forgotten about everything, and that if the chance arises he’ll do his part and say sorry

But after a long, stressful day, his feet almost instinctively take him to the bakery, and since he’s in a bad mood he buys a couple of really nice pastries

He decides to go the park and sit on his favourite bench, already imagining the sweetness comforting him from the tension that grips his shoulders

That’s when he annoyedly huffs at the sight of someone already there, until he realizes that it’s…

“L/n-san?” a deep, curt voice speaks behind you. It seemed that also today, peacefully unwinding wouldn’t have been an option. Despite the lush green surrounding you, relax seemed like a distant mirage, with you hopelessly abandoning any pursuit of loneliness.

“Yes, how may I help you?”

Your back was still facing the unknown man, since you were trying to contain yourself. It had been a really bad day since everything seemed to conspire against you since the crack of dawn, but you didn't want to just dump everything on a polite stranger.

At the lack of response, you turned around, quickly recognizing the man.

A tense smile graces your lips, feeling half guilty and half surprised.

"Nanami-san! How are you doing?"

Kento did not let himself be taken aback by your embarrassingly loud voice, if anything he found it slightly comical. You clearly seemed in a bad mood earlier, and you were probably regretting being so cranky. You didn't even ask why a stranger would know your last name.

"I'm well, thank you. How about you?"

The setting sun was casting beautiful shadows on his face, delicately highlighting the sharp but elegant lines of his face. The brown of his eyes seemed to take on an amber tinge, smoothly mixing with the orange rays that painted the sky.

"I'm better now," you murmured.

Nanami's face only partially emoted his confusion, his brows almost imperceptibly rising. You quickly catched on to his puzzled silence, filling it on your own.

"I mean," you nervously chuckled. "I got to unwind a bit here, after work. I mean it was a long day today, I feel better because I’m.…in the park enjoying the leaves!”

“Leaves?” Nanami’s brow quirks up, the corner of his lip shyly following. You don’t notice though.

“Yeah, plants, leaves, whatever. I like the green,” you rambled, looking away from him, embarrassment eating you alive. With his face behind you, you could only imagine the expression he was having at that moment. Still stoic, but mildly annoyed, you imagine.

“Green?” he asked, sounding almost…teasing? The look on his face seemed to confirm it, and you swear that that little smirk suited him more than it should have. He was now sitting next to you, readily waiting for your reply. He moved with so much grace and humble confidence, something you weren’t able to catch on earlier, probably because he had always kept that rigid salaryman persona that made him look so aloof. His demeanour became more suave, a dash of charm dancing in his voice.

Daddy Kento is becoming a bit more comfortable with us

Please do sir😌

You meet at the park quite often after this, almost as if you had an unspoken deal

Mondays and thursdays after work, you were both there, in the park talking

You just have conversations, nothing more

Kento is such an insightful man and you notice how he’s so mature, stable and balanced (sexy af 😩)

Under the stern, stoic exterior, he’s very thoughtful and caring

You lowkey wonder why he’s single

Same😐

You don’t know if to pursue him, so you test the waters before committing

You invite him for a drink

“Are you ok, L/N-san?”

Good. Your plan worked. You knew how Nanami was scarily observant, noticing the smallest things about his surroundings at all times.

"Yeah…", you begin, lightly coughing with your hand on your chest. "I think my throat was a bit too dry for the bread."

It wasn't a lie, per se, but it was definitely not the truth. After trying to find a way to smoothly ask him out without actually doing so, all that came to your mind was this: "choking" on some bread to then drag him to the nearby café.

Not the best plan, yes, but you were almost fully sure that Nanami would have seen your slightly uncomfortable swallowing. A perfect segway to a nice chat in front of a hot drink.

"Do you want water? I have some if you wish," he offers, already pulling his own water bottle out of his leather work bag.

Shit. You hadn’t planned this.

You instantly refused, maybe a bit too emphatically. You were hoping he took it as you not demanding anything from him, but the littlest frown casted over his features, just to be wiped away by a small, polite smile.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Kento honestly felt stupid. Offering you water, from his used bottle? Were you even that close? Were you dating? He should have known better. You obviously didn’t want to share it with him. He felt even more stupid when the disappointment washed over him. He felt almost feverishly angry at himself for letting go like this, especially at his age. He was silently contemplating leaving, since he seemed to be only collecting embarrassing moments with you. You probably thought he was old fool who just-

“Nanami-san?” Your gentle voice called him from the dark pit he was burying himself within, pulling him back to reality.

“Are you ok?”

Nanami blinked a few times, looking up to you. Were you standing before? Were you leaving? Was it because of him?

“I’m good…thanks.” He mumbles, almost forgetting his manners. You wondered what could have gotten him so flustered, not that he really showed it on his face. You were getting to know him decently well, and you learnt that he wasn't a very expressive man. So it wasn’t farfetched to assume that he was maybe…fearful?

“Are you leaving?” His voice was flat, but a drop of humiliation seemed to taint his tone. Your heart unknowingly tightened at that.

“No Nanami-san, I just wanted to go to a cafe to drink something.”

Shit. He was right. You were leaving. There was nothing to be sad about, he quickly reasoned. He just ruined his chances with you and all he could do was leave you alone and not bother you anymore. You didn’t deserve him and his gaffes; he wanted better for you. Deeply embarrassed, he grabbed his work bag and jacket, ready to go.

“Then I will take my leave”. He announced, bowing and uncharacteristically avoiding your gaze.

Why was he bowing so deeply? Was he sorry? But, God, why was he leaving?

Panic bolted through you when you saw Nanami turn away from you, his back now facing you. Right. You hadn’t asked him anything.

“Wait, Nanami-san!” He stopped in his tracks, already quite a bit far from you. He reluctantly turned around, waiting for you to speak again. He didn’t know if to feel happy or childish that you ended up calling him back, even just to greet him. Because that’s what, in his mind, you wanted.

“Would you want to come with me?”

To your surprise, he accepts, and you end up at the cafe

He’s completely forgotten about how you’re not coughing anymore

But no worries, you’ve forgotten as well

Your plan worked, and now you’re sipping on a warm drink

It’s almost dinner time, so the place is quite empty

The two of you sit in a secluded corner, quietly laughing at the funny names you read on the menu behind the counter

“Super swirl strawberry shortcake sundae sounds intriguing” he wondered, curiously eying the bright neon letters on the led screen.

You huffed a chuckle. “Sounds like diabetes to me.”

“Oh, Y/N-san, live a little. Couldn’t hurt too much, right?”

“Says the one with four filled teeth.” You were leaning into him with a shit-eating grin on your face. You didn’t fail to notice how he used your name or the little blush he developed, probably from how close you were.

You expected a smirk, a snort maybe, but definitely not this. Nanami’s shoulders shook while his deep voice slipped into his laugh making it sound so sophisticated and warm. His face brightened up, and you couldn’t stop admiring the crinkling at the edge of his eyes or his dazzling smile or the way he shyly covered his face. You were truly mesmerised by Kento’s effortless beauty. Once he calmed down, you quickly looked away, a dumb, dazed smile set on your lips.

Yall

I can’t 😭

Nanami laughing😭😭

y/n is a lucky bitch, fuck😒

I’m tryna be like you, ma boy

You are slowly but steadily falling for this man

You can also see how comfortable he’s getting around you

And needless to say, but you love it

Sadly the “date” is cut short

Nanami has work the day after, you too and it’s past dinner time Nanami wanted to lowkey ask you out for a light dinner in some nice place but he got scared because he didn’t want to overdo it

You can ask me out anytime baby boy 😎😘

Monday comes around, and Nanami walks to the bakery then straight to the park

He waits, but you don’t come

He doesn’t worry too much, he’ll probably get to see you on thursday

Except he doesn’t

He doesn’t for a good few weeks

He doesn’t see you, but it gives him the time to truly assess his feelings for you

He hates how he’s feeling like a teenager all over again with his little crush, namely you

He hates how nice you are to Emiko, and how much she likes you

He hates how you didn’t let his stern persona scare you off

He hates how caring you are, occasionally catching you helping Mrs Kimura at the bakery, cheeks adorably covered in flour

He hates how cultured you are, judging by the deep conversations the two of you have had

He hates how cute you look when you trip over your words, looking in the distance to calm yourself down and start your sentence over

He hates how bold and strong you can be, pridefully defending your boundaries

He hates how comfortable he is with your feather-light, unintentional touches

He hates how he wants more, his heart skipping a beat in hopes that you deliberately continue

He hates how he has accepted that his feelings have become less innocent with time

But most of all, he hates how he may be the only one feeling this way, with you considering him nothing but a friend

Kennnnn 😔

Time passes and soon, it’s almost april

Which also means end of the financial year💴

Which mainly means super stressed and overworked Nanami

On this particularly horrible day, Nanami loses a client and his boss goes batshit crazy on him

He totally ignores how the dude didn’t even like their company that much, putting all the blame on Kento

🙄🖕🏾

Nanami’s obviously feeling down, frustrated and unappreciated

Please don’t bae💘

During his walk home, he decides last minute to go to the bakery, just to at least end the week on a good note

It’s drizzling outside, in typical spring fashion, but Nanami reasons that he’ll be quick and get back home

All he’s thinking about is laying down on his couch, eat a nice meal and drink some sake

Too bad that by the time he buys his pastry it’s pouring outside

And he doesn’t have an umbrella

He’s mad yall 😳

He resorts to running back to the metro station, but the rain somehow intensifies

He quickly gives up, hiding under the entrance of a random apartment complex in the area

He has to find a way to get back home

Nanami was drenched. His hair, skin and clothes were all dripping. He remembered about his stop at the bakery, but just the sight of the tearing paper bag once he tried to open it made him want to scream in frustration. He couldn’t even count on Emiko to cheer him up when he got home. She was with this mother this week, since he wanted to avoid neglecting her for the sake of work.

His wrist watch indicated that it was exactly 8:27 PM. He didn’t have time to feel sorry for himself, and since his train was in about fifteen minutes, he needed to think quickly. His eyes scanned the area, inspecting the various illuminated signs that brightened up the neighborhood. He was looking for any kind of convenience store, or anywhere he could buy an umbrella.

Upon not seeing anything. He grabbed his phone, the shivers making droplets fall from his hair to his phone screen. Even the simple fact that he couldn’t wipe his phone screen dry because of his wet clothes made Nanami inch towards madness a bit more.

He contemplated asking someone passing by, but chaos ensued with the falling rain, people running to shelter or speeding under their umbrellas, looking forward to getting somewhere undeniably dry.

He sees someone walk in his direction and he gets ready to ask for information before he gets interrupted.

“Nanami-san?”

It’s us lol

The man was too stunned to speak

He lowkey forgot about us he didn’t, he just thinks of other things so that we don’t drive him crazy

He forgets about his objective

“L/n-san, what are you doing here?”

There he was again with his last name calling. The few weeks apart had drifted one from each other. You decided to not make a big deal out of it, opting instead for a small snort at his question

“I live here, remember?” At his silence, you turned around and pointed at the bakery in the distance, instantly getting a small reaction from him.

Always so contained, you thought..

You notice his wet clothes, eyes widening in worry.

“I came here running from the bakery and it started raining.” He admitted, seeming a bit defeated. “Do you know where I can find a convenience store? I need to buy an umbrella”. He pointed at yours, and for a split second you were tempted to lend it to him, thinking that it would have given you an excuse to see him again.

But a feeling of opportunity and something much more voracious was slowly crawling on your skin. It was feeding off the way his white dress shirt clung to his chest, or the way his hair fell disheveled on his forehead, stray tufts swaying under the weight of the water; the innocent, helpless look in his eyes that contrasted with the almost sinful, athletic body you had suspected he had. The wet skin of his face shimmered thanks to the light of the nearby traffic, red hues flowing across the sharp planes of his graying temples.

“Nanami-san…it’s cold outside and you’re all wet.” You tried to reason, while your hand gestured towards his weighed down attire. “You’re going to get sick by the time you get home.”

Nanami’s spine was coursed through by shudders, whether it was because of the cold or the way you were eying him up and down, he still had to understand. You had stated a simple fact, but it seemed that something else was about to follow your initial sentence, something that he could guess and that he secretly wanted you to say.

“Do you want to come upstairs? I mean, until the rain stops”.

He gasped, but in between honking cars and wet, running footsteps, you didn’t hear. His eyes bore into yours, trying to glean any type of information. What were your intentions?

Whatever they were, he couldn’t say he cared. Not with the way your shiny doe eyes looked up at him so beautifully from under your transparent umbrella. How could he, when you looked like a higher being, unscathed by the cursed, pouring rain that soaked everything around you? Could he, especially with the inviting warmth radiating off your body?

He simply couldn’t hold back.

“Ok.”

You and Nanami go upstairs

He loves the idea of getting to see where you live, but he is a bit apprehensive

He literally doesn’t walk in until you ask him to

I just want to hug him

He takes one step in and just stays there, telling you that he doesn’t want to ruin your floor

You then offer him to put his clothes in the dryer while he showers

He accepts

You lowkey can’t believe that this fine man is in your bathroom butt naked, but you try not to think about it

He, on the other hand is curiously and discreetly looking through your cabinets

He isn’t proud of himself, but he can’t help it

I am guilty of this as well

You lightly gasp when you see him walking out of the bathroom with a black hoodie and grey sweatpants

😏

“Are these for your…boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend? Oh no, Nanami-san, they are my brother’s”

He hates how he’s happy you don’t seem to have anyone in your life

The rain doesn’t seem to stop, so you offer him some dinner

“Now? It’s…9.22. I don’t want to disturb you.” he explains, checking the clock on the wall.

“No worries, Nanami-san, I haven’t had dinner yet.”

As if on cue, his stomach grumbles, right when he was about to refuse your offer. You giggle a bit, already turning around to check the fridge.

“Do you always eat this late?” His grave voice startles you, sounding unexpectedly close. He had gotten up from the couch and was now leaning on the counter, carefully observing you, his demeanor calm and relaxed.

“Yeah, usually.” You croak, your voice a bit breathy. You had tried to not look at him too much, fearing that he would have understood what was festering in your mind, but right now, it was inevitable.

The way the hoodie highlighted the broadness of his shoulders was intoxicating, to not speak about the way the sweatpants hanged low on his-

“Is that wine?” He asks, interrupting your progressively lewd thoughts.

“Um- yeah! You want some?” You were scurrying to grab the bottle, making Nanami lightly smile at your eagerness. He hadn’t even answered you.

“Now,” you warn, still holding the bottle tight to your chest. He doesn’t fail to notice the way your chest seems to spill around the glass, but he tries not to think too much about it. He hums to urge you to continue. “I know you love drinking.”

His eyebrows shoot up. He was oddly more expressive tonight. “Love is a big word…Let’s say I particularly enjoy it.”

“In any case, drumroll please” You theatrically announce, earning a big smile from him as he rhythmically tapped the wooden counter. What possibly did you have up your sleeve?

“I know you are a wine connoisseur, but I’m no expert in wine,” He’s now looking at you with a smirk making his lips twitch. “You have indeed tried the best merlot, pinot, prosecco, moscato, champagne and whatever french wine is out there.” You continue, mocking his voice. He is amused by the little show you are putting on for him, even if prosecco and moscato were definitely not French. Your heart skips a beat when you see his hand rest under his chin, his brown eyes locking with yours.

“But I’m sure that a distinct man like yourself has not tried the wonderful and delicate bubbliness of this rosé.” You conclude placing down the bottle, maybe a bit too violently, with Nanami chuckling at you.

“Oh, wow. You got rosé…I wonder where you bought it. I’ve been having a real hard time finding some, you know?”

His voice is animated, lowering and raising in tone and cadence. You mistakenly take it as a genuine question.

“Oh no, Nanami-san, I got it from the grocery store down the street. It’s nothing special, really. I was just joking.”

A dark laugh comes from him, his eyes set on the bottle. “Don’t worry, I figured.”

His aura is heavy, suffocating, but all in the best way possible. You feel like your head is spinning, even if the bottle is sitting there, unopened.

“Oh you were joking all this time.” You try to play it down with a light laugh, rubbing your eyes from the tiredness.

His eyes shoot towards you and something grabs hold of him. He doesn’t know what it is, but he knows that it begs him to get closer to you.

“Please, call me Kento.”

You freeze at his invitation. His eyes hold a look of welcome and tenderness that ties in perfectly with his small grin.

“Kento-san?”

“Please, just Kento.”

I’m sweating

You know he’s down bad when he lets you call him by name even if your like twelve years younger

Nana- Kento is head over heels for us

Purr as he should😌

He keeps swirling the pale pink liquid in his wine glass, slowly sipping it. You didn't expect anything different from a man like him.

“Do you know wine ruins your teeth more than soda?” You immediately regret blurting that out.

“Oh really?” He seems to appreciate the information, now that he is facing you and not his glass.

“Yeah, I was surprised too when I learned it back in the day.” You sigh looking outside the window, water drops still flowing against the glass. His little huff captures your attention.

“You say that as if you were old,” The joking lilt in his voice catches you off guard, but you play along, careless of where it could have taken you.

“Who said I’m old. That’s you.”

Nanami grabs his chest in a joking manner, his head shaking from side to side.

“I’m not old!”

“Says the one who thought I was too young to treat his daughter.”

He sighs, a smile plastered on his face. “Did you have to go there?”

You simply shrug. “No, but I really wanted to.” You keep sipping your wine, never breaking eye contact with him. You felt like you were getting a bit bolder and you knew that it was from the alcohol.

“How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.” His tone is low, collected, even if slightly languid. He doesn’t know why he’s asking this, but in exchange of his first name, this was ok, right?

You hum pensively, setting your glass and your elbows on the counter. Your eyes are leveled up with his until his travel a bit lower stopping at your lips. The whole exchange makes your body burn.

“Why do you want to know, Kento?”

He seems to think of an answer when his eyes sink even lower towards his glass. “I’m curious.”

“You don’t strike me as a curious man.”

“When something catches my eye, I am.” He mumbles it, a bit too quickly. He’s shooting his shot, you think, and he’s getting a bit shy. How cute. Or he couldn’t hold back anymore.

You couldn’t choose which one you preferred.

“How old are you, Kento?” You lean a bit closer, and you hear him gasp. He loves the way his name sounds from your lips and he can’t stop himself from imagining you saying it in a much more unhinged way.

“Why do you wanna know?” His words were slurring, and his prim and proper persona was slipping. He didn’t care anymore.

“I’m curious as well, but I think you already knew that, didn’t you Kento?” Your voice is undeniably dripping with desire, playing with his ears and tickling his neck.

He swallows. Hard. “Yeah”

You don’t know what happens from there onwards. Nor you or him. All you realize is that you’re kissing fervently on the couch, Nanami’s hands roaming your body in heated curiosity.

“Nan- Nanami-san.” You mewl at the sensation of his tongue gliding across your neck with his warm breath making your body tremble.

He stops, searching your eyes, and for a second he fears that he misread the signs, that you didn’t actually want this, and that he let his greediness take over. Your hands find their way to his face, gently caressing his tense brows.

“Can we take this to the bedroom?”

Without a word, or maybe a muffled groan of relief, he grabs your arms, finally making you stand on your feet. You take his hand and hurriedly walk to the bedroom, his hands already spinning you around to kiss you again.

He’s warm, gentle, but urgent and needy at the same time as he expertly sucks on your tongue and on your lips. He cradles your face in big hands as yours end up on his arms, now that he’s on top of you.

By the time he breaks the kiss, you’re dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but he doesn’t seem fazed, by the way he’s kissing, nipping, biting at your neck. He’s never been the type to leave marks, preferring to stay true to his innate sobriety, but right now he’s got what he’s wanted for the longest time, and he wasn't going to let go.

Your body seems to be vibrating with anticipation, periodically shivering in Nanami’s hands at his ministrations, and your cunt keeps clenching in neediness, driving your hips to gyrate against his torso. He is taking his time, savoring every inch, every moan, every pant that comes from you, bathing in the bliss you seem to be basking in.

“Nanami-san please.”

A small whine escapes his lips, flush against your chest, heart thrumming against his ribs.

“Kento, just Kento” He growls, raising up and taking off your shirt.

When he comes back down, his mouth dives exactly where he stopped, tongue flicking at the exposed skin while his fingers hook on the cups of your bra. He brings it down in one swift motion, both of you lightly moaning. He can’t believe he’s getting to see you like this.

“Beautiful, just beautiful”.

Soon enough, he’s sucking, squeezing your tits, blood rushing to his cock at the softness of your flesh. He’s a bit rough with it, greedily brushing his teeth on the sensitive nubs, not neglecting either of the two, passing quickly from one to the other. His hands knead your mounds as you whine beautifully above him.

But it’s not enough. Not a fucking bit. You want him. You crave him. You want him everywhere. Around, on top, inside of you. The neediness is maddening, finally finding a way to reach your quivering lips.

“Kento, I need you.”

Your eyes meet his, and you’re finally able to get a glimpse of his faltering sanity, pupils blown out in lust and drooping eyelids. He quickly picks himself up, sliding further down the bed. His hands are set on the pajama shorts you put on while he was in the shower. He looks down at you in confirmation and you nod, ready to dial things up a notch.

You feel the disappointment wash over you when he leaves your panties on. Just when your hands travel down to take them off, he quickly stops you, kissing your inner thigh.

“Patience, darling. I want to take my time with you. You deserve it.” he breathes, inches away from your weeping pussy, a wet patch already visible.

He proceeds to lick it with a wide flattened tongue. Your hips instantly thrust in the air with a hiss while he continues, drenching your panties with his spit. The fabric is now dark and clinging perfectly to your lips, so he lines your slit with the tip of his tongue, delicately wiggling it when he reaches your clit.

“Kento!”

He groans at you writhing with his name on your lips, and he starts getting impatient as well, dissatisfied with the way he can’t dig into your dripping core. He needs more too, he has to thank you, worship you for giving him the chance to please you, to have you like this.

He tugs off your panties, strong hands hastily keeping your thighs open for his twisting tongue. He’s left dumbfounded by the way your pretty pussy glistens in the dim light of the room. The sight of the clear liquid already finding its way to your ass makes him want to cum then and there.

Nanami slurps everything up, cleaning you up from your own mess. He suckles on your clit, your hand already carding through his hair. He pushes his tongue inside you, savoring the source of your essence. He drinks as much as he can, albeit the small part that ends on his chin, mixed with his saliva.

He's going so fast, you don't even have the chance to breathe in between moans. His skill is unparalleled, having you jolt from the stimulation. Your thighs close in around his head, his hands allowing you to. The small flame in your core progressively builds up and Nanami’s tongue’s just feeding it. He wants your whole body on fire. He wants to see it all burn down for him.

The lack of air makes him moan in your delicious cunt, the vibrations teasing your clit, a wail flowing from your lips. One of his hands rests on your lower belly, squeezing the soft flesh, maybe to soothe you, maybe to ground himself. He doesn’t even know, too keen on studying your expressions and burning into memory what makes your eyes roll back and your body twitch.

Everything comes crashing down when he places his whole mouth around your opening, sucking harshly. Your hips jump from the bed, his lips never leaving you, as he keeps feeding off your nectar. His thumb finds your aching bud, helping you to ride your high.

“Good girl. Keep cumming on my face like that.”

His eyes are tender as they look at your blissed out face; he’s addicted and he’s just begun. Your chest heaves in exertion and your skin shimmers with a light layer of sweat. You slowly come down from cloud nine, barely able to register your surroundings.

With a final kiss on your clit, he wipes his face with the bedsheet before kissing you, your own taste invading your mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck, your heart fluttering at the sensations he put you through.

“That was so good, Kento.” A light murmur against his lips as he continues smoothing his tongue against yours. His throbbing dick presses against your thighs and a new desire starts consuming you, making you feverish with sheer need.

“I want you inside of me, please.” You urge him, grabbing onto his clothed shoulders, hating how the fabric stops you from feeling his skin. He gulps, finally sober enough to find himself nervous about what was to come.

Your hands slide from his sturdy thighs to the hem of his hoodie, his hands blocking yours in no time. You sense his reluctance and fear that you may have overstepped a boundary.

“Do you want to stop?”

Nanami hates all of this. The doubt, the awkwardness, himself. He wishes he were younger, better, maybe worthier of you.

“Hey, Kento. We can always stop, you know?” Your hands are holding his face, your eyes silently begging for an explanation.

“I don’t want to…It’s just my….” and he vaguely gestures at himself. He feels childish saying it, so he doesn’t, leaving to you the interpretation. Your eyes soften, your lips catching his in a heartfelt kiss. You lay your forehead on his with your lashes lightly tickling his cheeks.

“I bet you look stunning, Kento. Whatever you have under there, I want it." You whisper in the air, trying to encourage him, hoping that it would have at least soothed this hidden part of himself.

Determined to take some pressure off his shoulders, you gently push him against the bed, glossy, curious eyes following your every movement.

You want to start slow, just like he did with you, progressively accustoming him to nudity.

A hand finds itself stroking the skin of his lower abdomen, and even after an initial jolt of surprise, he lets you continue.

You already feel the short, coarse trail of hairs that lead to his crotch, your eyes already on the strained appearance of his erection. You also feel what you could describe as scars, one big one going across the right side of his waist, once your hand starts going a bit higher.

"You feel wonderful, Kento."

He can't hold your gaze, his immediately going to the view of your hand underneath his clothes. He's a bit embarrassed, but a bit aroused nonetheless. It's been a long time since he's shared himself with someone, but it's his first time being catered to like this. He was the one always making his partners comfortable and at ease, now he was letting you do it for him.

As you reach his chest, he groans at the sensation of you grazing his nipples, his head slightly falling back on the pillow. The heated pads of your fingers soon grab and lightly twist the small buds, one by one, his breath already getting s bit more labored.

His eyes are squeezed shut as he finds a newfound pleasure in your touch, lips partly open to let out hot puffs of air, hot as his burning skin that craves for more of your touch, his hunger surpassing his shame.

You silently admire the older man, almost comically conflicted between his insecurities and his evident lust, his hands almost itching to stop you, but kept there by his undeniable enjoyment.

A sliver of his skin peeks out from under the hoodie and you decide to be a bit bolder. You give a long, slow lick on his belly, stopping just short of his belly button, where you give him a light peck. He starts shivering as he groans harder.

"Pl-please don't."

You smirk.

"Why Kento? You look so good like this." You teasingly admit. Slowly, you grab the hem of his top, sliding it until his chest, his nipples just under the edge. The friction is driving him crazy, and the sight of you eying him so hungrily makes his insides shake with need and shame alike.

You hum, placing kisses all over his stomach and lining every scar with your tongue, an action that makes his heart beat even harder.

"Are these what you don't want me to see?" You ask, referring to the cicatricial skin.

He finds himself nodding, a blush already forming on his cheeks. And the aging skin, and the depleting muscles, and the fat that has started to accumulate, he adds mentally.

"You have nothing to be scared of." You place one last kiss on his lower chest before taking off the hoodie completely. He gets up a bit to help you slide it off him, his arms soon covering his chest.

"Kento, please." You gently take his hands and kiss them, looking in his eyes. "I want to see all of you."

His broad chest comes into view, your lips impatiently playing with his nipples, going from that pulsing vein on his neck, down to his hip bones. He's not a very noisy man, but he sure is sensitive, already panting from the stimulation.

You reach the band of his boxers that is slightly coming out of his sweatpants. You pull it lightly to then let it snap against his hip, gaining his attention. He looks down, and he feels his head spin. Your cheek is laying right against his twitching dick, your eyes big and pleading.

Fuck him.

"Do you want me to suck you off, Kento?"

His heart jumps in his throat at the forwardness of your question, voice so honeylike, sweet but dangerous. In his current state, a blowjob wouldn't have scratched that itch that had his body in overdrive for you. He swallows before responding.

"I want to be inside of you...please"

The sheer desperation in his voice has your mind reeling as you pull down his boxer briefs and his sweatpants together, letting the urgency make you completely forget your slow and calculated approach.

His dick springs up, hitting his lower abdomen with a slap, his tip slobbering precum everywhere. You take it upon yourself to lick it off, popping in your mouth the flushed tip.

The moan that ripples out of him is heavenly, soft and vulnerable. You love this side of him.

"You're still in time to take up the offer, you know?"

You're a total minx, he thinks. Asking him questions while you swirl that devilish tongue of yours around him.

Just pure evil. He is nothing but a man, after all.

"No, pl-ah-- Please, please, please fuck me. I can't take it anymore." He doesn't give a shit no more, he'll beg as much as he needs to, he just needs to feel you tighten around him to make him feel good.

Amused by his pleading attitude, you quickly jump off the bed to get a condom. You also deem yourself too impatient to have your mouth wrapped around him. You need to feel him deep inside of you. Now.

Your eyes go from the condom you have in hand, to the impressive, thick cock Nanami's is not-so-discreetly begging you to ride.

Fuck. It doesn't fit him.

His eyes find yours in a moment of uncertainty.

"I'm on the pill." You blurt out.

He laughs a bit. "I'm clean." Of course. How couldn't he be?

His eyes scan your body. You're indescribably stunning to him. He really got lucky with you.

"Come here." He invites you on the bed, you already straddling him, with your pussy hovering over his cock.

He pulls you down for a kiss, his hand resting against your ass. Instead, yours go through his hair, across his neck and chest, loving the feeling of his light chest hair against your skin. His confidence has risen, judging by the way he isn't as shy and reserved anymore.

"Go ahead darling, make us feel good." He urges you further with a light pat on your backside, before you straighten up, showing yourself in all of your glory to him.

He feels like he's dreaming: the beautiful young lady who he always used to meet at the bakery was here now straddling him naked. You spat in your hand, a bit ending on your tits, and you stroked him, first with your hand to lubricate him, then with your pussy, to give himself, and you, a preview of what was about to come.

The tip of his dick catches your clit, making you gasp. He's doing his best to hold back from fucking you senseless, reasoning that this is his punishment for going slow with you.

When you insert the head in your tight ring of muscle, Nanami feels light headed instantly. He closes his eyes, trying to ground himself with his mind, but, unable to do so, ends up grabbing your waist, nor stopping, nor helping you.

As you slide down, his length stretches you out, burning amazingly nicely. Your hands grip his shoulders trying to balance yourself, your ears buzzing from the involuntary apnoea you put yourself through.

You look at him, and he is positively perfect. His brows are knitted, almost making him look like he's in pain. His swollen lips are slightly agape, letting pass the shallow breaths he's taking. His temples already shine from the light perspiration. He looks as gracious as a painting, even the rosy dusting on his cheeks adding to the imagery.

You kiss him on his forehead to calm him down, biting back a moan when you move with him lodged so deep inside you.

"Hey, relax. You'll get wrinkles on your forehead if you continue like that."

He chuckles airily, ready to reply. "Too late. Already have them." His eyes crack open to look up at you, beaming when you get in focus. "I'm ready when you are."

You smile back at him, finally ready to move.

The first stroke sends him to a higher state of being, but he collects himself, biting down hard on his lip, reminding himself of reality through the pain.

You start off slowly, feeling oh so full of him. He manages to get every spot, making you moan wantonly for him. You feel intoxicated, as your clit brushes against his pelvis.

He feels you drip on him, sticky fluid getting everywhere. It's covering his balls, his abdomen, his upper thighs. And oh how he loves the wet squelch your pussy makes when you start going faster, riding him with more fervor. He wouldn't have it any other way.

"You f-feel so good Kento," You mewl, speaking almost aimlessly. Your thinking abilities are starting to slip, as you feel him prodding against your sweet spot, kissing it lovingly and making all your muscles tense up.

He moans in response, drunk on your praise and on the way you wrap around him, massaging the tip of his cock so good he's seeing stars. The few times he's able to open his eyes, he stares at your bouncing tits, shiny and inviting, and he swears that if he could, he'd suck on them forever. All he can do now is stretch a hand towards them and fondle them like there was no tomorrow, all the groping going straight to your slicked clit.

He can't forget your face, not now that he is balls deep inside of you. He's committed to memory the ethereal glow you bask in, the one that makes you oh so perfect, almost too much for him. The one that makes him grateful you want to have him like this, secretly venerating you in his head. The one that makes an unprecedented feeling bubble up in him, his chest tightening at the mere thought. He holds onto his last shred of sanity to not blurt it out, letting his body, and not his heart, take over.

The stimulation is overbearing. Every nerve in your body is starting to fire up, to prepare for the grand finale, not too far away. Your hands are gripping his chest, your nails leaving marks behind.

He had marked you and you had marked him.

He is struggling to keep stable, every flick of your hips driving him wild. He's panting like death's chasing him, his body and mind failing to keep up with the pleasure.

Your thighs begin to shake from the effort, causing you to get progressively frustrated at the lack of needed friction and penetration. He somehow notices your annoyed huffs, even if lost through a myriad of sensual whines.

He raises his legs, using them as leverage to pump into you, slowly releasing that flesh-eating tension in his hips. He fucks you with need, of the desperate kind, still somehow finding the way to convey his feelings through each and every thrust.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You are pushed forward, kept immobile by his brawny arms, while he fucks you now. Your arms flail a bit out of surprise, ending on either side of Kento's head. Now your breasts are just above his face, and he feels his mouth water. The view makes him go impossibly faster, the man grunting through gritted teeth.

The clapping noise of your ass against his thighs echoes loudly in the room, bouncing off the walls before your moans join in. He regrets not being able to see the flesh ripple and recoil, so he opts for making the front part of your body enough for him.

Not only do your tits bounce, but the skin of your thighs, tummy and arms do as well. Everything is affected, and the eroticism of the scene goes straight to his head. You look so fucking pretty.

"Fuck."

With a strained moan, he throws his head back, he's close, so damn close. He wants to tell you but you beat him to it.

"Oh-- I'm gon-na cum."

"Yeah? Me too, darling."

Your pussy is coiling tighter and tighter, leaving him gasping for air as he approaches his high. You get there first, your eyes rolling back in your head with a shriek.

He holds on tight, eyes intent on seeing you at the peak of your orgasm. You shake, your voice following suit. His hands are now on your back, smoothing it over to calm you down even though his balls are twitching, heavy with cum.

Your pussy clenches one last time, and his own orgasm flows through him. His jaw falls in a silent scream, his body constricting to the point he can't breathe, let alone make noise. His neck tenses up as he rolls his eyes backwards. The view makes you want to cum a second time. You move a bit, to keep him going, feeling hot ropes shoot up inside of you.

You are left so full that it ends up trickling out of you in no time, joining all the liquids from prior.

You are both panting, and you giggle at Nanami, still tense and shaking, his eyes squeezed shut. He looks adorable, not counting everything that happened in the last 30 minutes.

He feels your hand on his cheek, and he looks up at you, joining you in laughter, his eyes glimmering in sweet, silent adoration.

You lay on him, your skin sticking to his. You feel his heart almost beat out of his chest, the sound progressively quieting down. It's just your breath fanning against him, still a bit labored.

"Let me grab something to clean ourselves up." You propose, imagining him uncomfortable with the state you two are in. You plan on changing the sheets as soon as you get out of the shower.

"No, stay. Please?" His voice is a delicate whisper, so delicate it barely reaches your ears. It manages to be heavy, though, with something you can't decode. You lay back on him, content regardless.

You start running your hands along his torso, your fingers raising and dipping along the ridges of his body.

"You're beautiful, Kento. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

His brown eyes seem to turn misty as they look away from you. He simply nods, covering his face. He can't take it. He just can't.

The way you look at him, the sound of your voice, the words you say to him. It's all too much to handle.

He tries to hold back, his arms encircling you. He looks at you in the eyes, no shame, even if a stray tear teeters at the edge of his eye. You see him, you really do. You always have, and he knows this.

Maybe it's a bit early to open his heart to you completely now, but something in him senses that something similar shines behind those bright eyes of yours. He'll wait, if that's what you wish. If you want to keep him next to you.

You know you will.

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[things-happens]

Late Meeting

Erwin Smith x F! Reader

antoxsmith asked: Hiii, could you do Number 5 of the Soulmate Prompts with Commander Erwin Smith? 🥺 Only if you have the time ofc!!

They have their soulmate's initials in each other’s palms/ wrists.

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Warnings: Drunk Characters

Words: 1.4k

Y/n walked along the small clean home of her brother and his wife. The black and red dress floated past her calves, her boots keeping her legs warm. She rinsed her cup and filled it with water.

She wasn’t one to get drunk at family events but right now seemed very appealing.

Y/n walked back to the back door watching her brother dance with his newly wedded wife. She looked down at her empty palm. ES.

She sighed as tears gathered at the edge of her eyes, age of 28 and still no lover. Handful of boyfriends but most found their soulmate in the middle of dating and others just lost interest.

Y/n wasn’t brave like her brother or had the natural motherly love like their mother, unfortunately she did have the stubbornness of their father. Kids didn’t seem… necessary. Why doom a child to a life of school then work then they must have children of their own to feel accomplished.

Her brother, Nile, always made the joke of having one extra child to keep their mother off her back but they both knew that wouldn’t happen.

Y/n! Tell me when do you plan to have children!

Y/n you know you won’t be able to have a child for much longer.

Y/n shook her head at the memories, mother you know you won’t be alive much other to see any grandchildren.

She chuckled to herself, she loved her mother but as everyone knows parents can be… well parents.

From the corner of Y/n’s eyes she could see a tall blond man walk to her, “Hello ma’am.”

She shook her head, “I’m not that old buddy.” Y/n gave him a side eye.

He was fit. His thick eyebrows and icy blue eyes caught her eye. He looked tired but happy. Fulfilled.

He chuckled at her comment, “my apologies. I take it you’re not the party type?”

Y/n shrugged watching Marie, Nile and guests dance happily. She wanted to dance but not alone. Her eyes moved to what Y/n could assume was Marie’s sister with her husband.

Her heart ached at the sight of him rubbing her sore feet as she sipped on alcohol. The man next to her followed her eyeline seeing the scene.

He looked down at her, “It’s bittersweet being here for you too, huh?”

Y/n looked down into her wooden cup then to the man. “Yeah” she nodded “it really is. Our mother will never get off my back about finding a lover now.”

“Our?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, “oh, sorry. I’m Niles' younger sister.” she put her free hand out. “Y/n Dok”

His eyes seemed to gloss over with guilt or relief, she couldn't tell.

He grabbed her hand, shaking it. “Erwin Smith. It’s nice to meet you.”

Y/n let go of his hand, looking him up and down. He wore a matching suit, red and black. His face suddenly had a thoughtful look as he stared off into space. His hand rested in his pockets. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Y/n bumped his shoulder with hers, “are you not much of a party person?”

Erwin looked down at her again with a soft look, “I can’t party too hard tonight. I have an expedition in about 2 days.”

Y/n looked at him shocked, “You’re in the Survey Corps?” Erwin sighed nodding. “That’s amazing!”

Fascination was in her eyes. Erwin couldn’t look out from her eyes, “Really?”

She nodded quickly, “Yes! My brother was going to join it but he met Marie and well… didn’t.” she grabbed his arm pulling him to an empty table.

“You have to tell me about it please.”

They chatted about the pros and cons of it. The amount of people he knew that never came back after expeditions, how he was good friends with Nile in training. About a person named Hanjie and a man named Miche. Both odd in their own way but excellent fighters.

A slightly tipsy Nile walked to the table interrupting the conversion they were having, “Sis, I see you’ve met my friend Erwin!” Nile slapped his friends back a little too hard, causing him to cough the water he was drinking.

“Did you know he was ranked number one in intelligence! Smart man here and yet he’s 30 and can’t pull a single woman!”

Y/n giggled as Erwin glared at Nile as he laughed.

“You do know I chose not to have women if I could die at any moment” he made hand quotes when he said women.

Y/n nodded, “it’s like what you did Nile but more selfless.” Nile smiled

“Yes, Y/n I chose loooooove” he said in a sing-song tone.

Y/n looked at Erwin with a look of get a lode of this guy. Erwin gave her a smile in return.

Niles eyes light up, “Guys… guys… guys…”

“what Nile?” they replied in unison.

Nile suddenly put his hand on his mouth causing the other two to jump in fear and yell at him.

Nile took his weight off Erwin's shoulder, straightening himself out. “I'm fine,'' he mumbled.

Y/n shook her head, “What did you even want Nile?”

His eyes lit up, “OH Marie wanted all the bridesmaids to dance for the artist dude to draw it.”

Y/n’s shoulders dropped, “do I have to wear the itchy sweater?” Both men howled in laughter.

Erwin slapped Nile’s back, “don’t make her wear it, she looked so uncomfortable in the ceremony.”

Nile only laughed harder, nodding his head. “I know it was hilarious!”

“Nile!”

The two siblings began to bicker. Waving their hands around, Erwin laughed at the two. He could see the MT slowly morph into MD on Niles palm and Y/n’s reading out ES.

Wait ES? Erwin thought. He looked down at his own hand, her initials.

“Marie wants her to dance, you said?” Nile nodded, Erwin stood up fixing his vest and buttoning it. He put his exposed wrist with her initials to her.

Y/n looked at the letters, feeling her heart glow. She took his hand and went to the group of women with their dates.

Marie ran up to the two, “Finally, Nile is such a dummy sometimes.” she giggled to herself.

“Anyways, I’m glad you too met!” her eyes traveled to their conjoined hands “On good terms huh?”

Y/n blushed and Erwin smiled nodding his head.

“Okay everyone! It’s a slow dance so everyone got your partners!”

The band started the song as Erwin held onto her waist and Y/n around his neck. She could tell that Erwin knew what he was doing while y/n tripped on his feet.

“You’re not very good at this, are you?” Y/n looked up at him with a flushed face,

“Maybe…” Erwin raised an eyebrow “Okay fine no I’m terrible at it. Never been taught.”

Erwin chuckled, nodding his head, “okay fair. Stand on my feet.”

Y/n lightly put the tips of her feet on his as they start to dance more. They chatted a little bit more about random things, about Y/n childhood without Nile.

“When Nile met Marie you know his soulmate, well our mother kind of got on my butt about meeting mine which isn’t something you can rush.” Erwin was silent listening to her small rant. “I just always feel so pressured on meeting the one. We have a cousin that doesn't have one good you can't even imagine.”

He smirked at her, “good thing you’ve met yours huh?”

Y/n blushed at his words, feeling loved so quickly and fully. She looked into his icy blue eyes, they sparkled in the moonlight. His pupils wide and taking in as much as his brain could of her. Y/n still stood on his feet as they slowly swayed in the moonlight. Erwin's face slowly leaned into Y/n’s, his warm breath landing on her forehead.

Y/n closed her eyes, she first felt Erwin's nose touch her cheek then his cool lips on hers. The kiss felt like it lasted forever, the worries of the world fading away.

Sadly a drunk Nile slapped Erwin's back smiling making their teeth clink together. Y/n stepped off Erwin's feet running at her brother yelling, “God damn it Nile! This is why no one likes you drunk!”

The two started to slap each other's faces, poking each other's eyes and grabbing each other's ears. Soon both Erwin and Maire pulled them apart and sobering up Nile.

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[tender-rosiey]

(I'm the Fyodor affectionate and thoughtful s/o requester) IM SO EXCITED FOR YOUR MASTERLIST LOVE, LIKE VERY. I can't wait to binge your headcanons and oneshots, especially the bsd ones of course. But im lowkey obsessed over haikyuu as well lol.

I really reaaaally, loved how you wrote my previous request, thank u for taking the time writing it, ya made my day💜

If it's no trouble, can I ask for another request? U don't have to write it if ur busy, I totally understand.

Maybe Fyodor, Dazai, & Sigma (if u dont write for him tis okay love) headcanons for a fem s/o who's good at board/card games? Chess, scrabble, uno etc. And she often wins most of their games lol. Wanna know how they'll take it.

Thank u for even spending time to read this💜 ily sm

❥ Fyodor and Dazai with a s/o who is good at board/card games

ᴀ/ɴ: HI BBY I AM HONORED YOU SEE MY WORK AS BINGE WORTHY 🥺 I am glad you liked it! I really enjoyed writing it as well; I hope you like this too 💘

Dazai Osamu:

First

He is so proud of you and shows you off like the lottery

PRAISES YOU ALOT

“BELLADONNA THAT WAS A GOOD MOVE”

“AHHHH YOU ARE SO SMART”

“YOU LOOK EXTRAVAGANT WHILE PLAYING”

And

“KUNIKIDA-KUN MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL CAN AND WILL KICK YOUR ASS IN ANY FORM OF BOARD GAMES”

You did challenge Kunikida and won like the boss you are

W H I C H gave dazai enough salt to rub it on Kunikida

Kunikida was high-key going to throw your boyfriend out of the window

Okay now screw the handsome blonde because this is about the two of you

Dazai likes wait no-

LOVES spending time with you and like board games are a nice way to pass time together

Why?

If he won then he will rub it in your face and keep teasing you about it

But will compensate with kisses and hugs so fret not 👌

“Okay belladonna I am sorry you are better than me don’t give me that look-“

But if you win

We don’t really have an egoistic man but it will just hit him in a way of ‘oh my, my s/o is better than me in planning-“

And his reaction sorta varies

Either it’s him being a grumpy bby and still demanding cuddles like a little brat

Or

Just using this to even brag more about you and guilt trip you

Now I don’t know why this habit of his started but he likes kissing your fingertips after each game

“Cant I show my love some affection?”

Both inside and outside of the house

PDA much

and yes Kunikida is still bothered by losing and your pda

“GET YOUR ASSES OFF THE COUCH YOU-“

“Kunikida who beat you in chest a while ago?”

Now for something like chess which really shows that someone has a good mind if you win

He likes seeing you win against others and just goes

“My baby is so smart 😌”

But

He lost to you twice in chess maybe even more but lets spare him the misery

And was in a foul mood all day

Still accepts kisses cause he is a brat like that

I still love him tho

“You have to make it up to me >:(“

So yeah board games and chill is something you guys do on free days

Not the dirty type of chills you little shits 🥰

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

We have the master of card games here

freaking cheater

Anyways

E G O

“Yeah my dear over here is a lot more better than you but I don’t want to waste their precious time on you.”

He finds it intriguing seeing you play and it just make him feel so proud like the mf up there

Smirks that smirk in the gif because I wanna make y’all simp

Anyways

So he knows you are good and all that jazz

That makes him really excited every time you play against each other

If you win he will just clap slowly almost sarcastically but straightens up when you glare at him

If he wins then he will just leannnn back to the chair

Cross his legs and say

“Sorry dear, not everyone is as good as me.”

“Fyodor you cheated what-“

“I am a man of law, my love”

What a rat smh 🙄

Let’s give an example of a scene that could’ve happened in the dead apple movie

The three of them sitting like royal hoes and just Fyodor goes

“I have a lover who is great at playing board and card games.” Then sips tea

And Dazai who responds with “mind if I play against them sometime?”

THE MALICE LYING UNDER HIS WORDS

Which btw Fyodor answers with

“If you want to get your ass handed to you on a golden plate then have the honor.”

He will soMEtimeS praise you skills

“You did well”

“Great job”

“Meh, needs improvement.”

“Better luck next time.”

“Average.”

“That was impressive, I assume.”

Bipolar much

He likes planning stuff using your time playing games against each other

Like it would his turn to play and he would go for example:

He will hold his piece after he explains his plan and say “and just like that we get rid of them”

Then knocks it over like a little loser 🙊

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