#I skipped a few asks to respond to this cause this was so nice

[cozage]

Hello dear writer, can I request Shanks and other charas getting a new perfume for the reader because they think it smells nice and would suit their beloved so they'll spray a little on themself and when the reader smells it they would think that they were cheating on them

Characters: gn x Shanks, Sanji, Ace Cw: miscommunication Total word count: 2.5k

New Perfume

Shanks

You noticed it the moment he stepped on the ship. Perfume. A kind that didn’t belong to you. You had to admit, it smelled nice. And it certainly wasn’t cheap. Lavender used to be your favorite scent, but now all it was doing was making your stomach churn. 

Whoever Shanks smelled like certainly lived a high dollar life. You shouldn’t have been jealous; you knew that. You had no reason to be. You and Shanks had never talked about being exclusive. If you wanted him to be only yours, all you had to do was ask. But you hadn’t asked him. So he was allowed to do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted. 

You wanted to ignore it. You wanted to act like it didn’t bother you in the slightest. But everytime the wind shifted and you got a whiff of that light lavender scent, your stomach knotted into a ball the size of your fist. You hated being jealous of someone who was already a distant memory to Shanks, someone who had already been left behind on the last island, but somehow that made it worse. 

You stared out at the island growing smaller behind you, trying to get your mind off of whoever the perfume belonged to when strong arms wrapped around you from behind, and the sickening smell of lavender flooded your nose. You couldn’t help but tense against him being so close. The smell of him and the lavender perfume went together so well. 

“You okay?” Your captain hummed in your ear. 

“Fine,” you responded, trying to act normal. 

“You sure?” He rested his chin on your shoulder, trying to get you to look at him. 

But you knew if you looked him in the eyes, he would see your pain. So you kept your eyes fixed on the horizon instead, trying to remain as casual as possible. 

“Something’s bothering you,” he observed. His fingers danced along your sides, causing you to flinch from his tickling. 

“Shanks,” was all you had time to breathe out before his fingers dug into your skin playfully, and you let out a fit of giggles. You tried to pull away from him, but he held you tight and didn’t let up. 

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he cooed to you, turning you around to face him. He stopped his tickling assault, but he wrapped his arms around you so you couldn’t escape. 

“It’s nothing,” you lied. Your eyes stayed downcast, trying to avoid his gaze. 

He hummed disapprovingly, frowning at your visage. “Well I’ve got something to cheer you up. Wanna see?”

You finally peeked up at him, curious about what he was going to offer you. He had that stupid grin plastered across his face, and your heart skipped a beat. Shanks could make you weak in the knees just from a look. You hated and loved it at the same time. 

“Come on.” He intertwined his hand with your and pulled you along, heading for the bunkhouses. 

After a few steps, you pulled your hand away, but kept walking next to him. Shanks shot you a worried look, but you pretended not to see it. You rubbed your wrist, trying to act normal, but Shanks knew something was wrong. You hated that you were being like this. It wasn’t fair to him, and you knew that. But you couldn’t help feeling hurt, even if you had no reason to be. 

He quickly opened the door to his quarters and stepped to the side to allow you to enter. You walked inside and looked around, trying to find any hints of another person being in his room. But everything was how you had left it this morning, and you breathed a slight sigh of relief. At least whatever had taken place hadn’t happened in his bed. There was some consolation in that. 

Shanks picked up a little brown bag and handed it out to you. “For you,” he said. 

You hesitantly took it, and opened it to peek inside. There was a beautiful glass bottle filled with purple liquid. Your heart sank. 

“Perfume?” you asked him. 

“Try it,” he urged. 

You already knew what it was going to smell like, but you opened the jar and lightly inhaled. It really was a lovely smell. 

“I thought I smelled this on you earlier.” You tried to keep any cynicism out of your voice, replacing it with inquisition. 

“Oh yeah!” Shanks said, holding out his arm to you. “I tried a bit earlier at the store to see how it smelled, and all I could think of was how good it would smell on you.”

You pressed your nose to his wrist, smelling the concentrated perfume in the area he indicated. He had been shopping for you. The perfume you smelled on him was yours, or at least that was his intention. There had never been another person. 

“You okay?” Shanks asked, looking at you with concern. 

“This is for me,” you clarified. “And you found it in a shop?”

“Yeah,” he said, a confused look on your face. “I thought you liked lavender. What’s going on?”

“No, I just-” you paused, blushing at the embarrassment you were about to cause yourself. “I love it. But I thought the smell…came from someone else.”

Shanks took a moment to process your words for a moment and then laughed.

“Oh darling, don’t you know?” He lightly kissed the tip of your nose, smiling against your skin. “You’re the only one for me.”

Sanji

“My love!!” Sanji called, the door slamming open behind you.

You turned from your desk to see him, a smile spreading across your face. You and Sanji usually parted ways during island days, and today hadn’t been an exception. But you had missed being around him, even if it was only for a few hours. 

“Sanji! You’re back!”

He set a bag on the table and bounded toward you, enveloping you in a big hug. That’s when you smelled it. The hint of vanilla wouldn’t have been so out of place if it hadn’t been paired with a strong lilac smell.

Your stomach sank. Sanji was a man who loved to admire everyone, but he tended to keep it under control since the two of you had started dating. You didn’t think he was one to cheat, but you had seen how Sanji got around women in the past. 

You could feel your body tensing in fear and anger. Jealousy coursed through your veins. Why else would he smell like such a strong, lovely perfume if not from someone else rubbing against him. 

“Sanji,” you started, trying to keep your voice level. “Why do you smell like lilac perfume?”

“Do you like it?” he asked, pulling away and grinning at you. 

You tried to keep the fury out of your eyes, but you knew it was futile. When he saw your expression, his face fell. Disappointment flooded his eyes, and a familiar pang hit you in the gut. 

“I can return it, if you want,” he offered. 

Your brow furrowed, staring at him. “Return it?”

He could sense you were angry, that was obvious enough. He scanned your face, trying to figure out what exactly he had done wrong. He had been certain this perfume would suit you well, but now he was worried you were offended at his implication.

“The perfume. I can return it if you don’t like it.”

“What perfume? The one that you’re smothered in right now?” You couldn’t keep the venom out of your voice this time, and Sanji flinched at the harshness of your words. 

He blinked at you, trying to comprehend where your sudden burst of anger had come from. He put his wrist to his nose and sniffed, lilac with a hint of vanilla. 

“Do you mean this?” He held his wrist out for you to smell, the lilac so strong it made you sick.

“I don’t want to smell whoever was all over you, Sanji!” you snapped, slapping away his hand. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“But the lady at the perfume shop said it was one of their best sellers.” His voice was thick when he spoke, and confusion was evident in his eyes. “I thought you would like it.”

The pain in his voice gave you a quick moment to analyze his words. The gift bag on the table. Perfume shop. I can return it if you don’t like it.

“The perfume is for me,” you dumbly stated.

“Of course,” Sanji said cautiously, watching you closely. “Who else would it be for, darling?”

You stared blankly at him, not sure how you had gotten it all so wrong. Why had you gone to the worst case scenario? Why had you expected Sanji to hurt you like that? Of course he never would do such a thing. He loved you, and you loved him. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, unable to find the words for anything else. 

He looked at you, his eyes full of concern. “Sorry for what, my love? Is everything okay?”

“I thought…” your eyes drifted over to the bag on the table. “I thought the smell was from someone else.”

Sanji’s curly brows creased, not understanding your implications. “Someone else?” he questioned. 

“I thought you were with someone else.” Your gaze moved back to his eyes, hoping he could see the regret in your expression. 

“Someone…else…” It took him a moment to understand your implication. His eyes widened in understanding. “No! No, I would never-”

“I know,” you cut him off. “I’m so sorry I thought for even a second that you would.”

Sanji pulled you into a hug again, holding you close to him. The smell of lilac and vanilla was much more comforting now. You noticed that it mixed wonderfully with his natural scent of clove and ginger. 

“I really like the perfume, by the way,” you mumbled into his chest. “It’s perfect.”

He squeezed you tighter in response, pleased that his shopping trip was a success. 

Ace

You and Ace had always been casual, but you had been unspokenly exclusive.  You bought gifts for each other and spent the days by his side and slept in the same bed. You were together in every sense except a spoken one. He was yours, and you were his. 

Everyone on the ship knew it, but island days were a different story. Bars and clubs came with strangers who were always curious about pirates, especially attractive ones. You got insanely jealous when he flirted with the locals, and he was protective whenever islanders tried to make a move on you. Normally you all stuck together to deter the unwanted attention, but Ace had asked to go off on his own today. 

When he sat next to you in the dining hall, you understood why. The smell of a sweet cherry medley came off his body, and your stomach churned. Ace wasn’t the kind of person to wear perfume, especially not something as sweet as that scent.

“Smells like you were busy today,” you noted, unable to keep the hint of hostility out of your voice. 

“Very.” He either ignored your tone or was oblivious to it. He grabbed his fork and dug into his food, practically inhaling it all before speaking again. “I wanna show you something later.”

“Not interested,” you grumbled. You rose from your seat next to him and stormed out the door, sulking back to your bedroom. 

Unfortunately, you shared a bedroom with Ace, and after a few minutes, he cracked open the door and peeked inside. 

“Can we talk?” he asked in his soft, tender voice. “Or do I need to leave you alone for a bit?”

You sighed and dropped the book you were reading back down on your bed. “We can talk.”

He quickly stepped inside the door and shut it, afraid that if he took too long you might change your mind. 

He sat next to you on the bed nervously, both of you glancing at each other. 

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he finally asked. 

“Look I know we’re not officially together or anything but-”

“What do you mean?” Ace asked, cutting you off. “We are together.”

You stared at him. “Ace,” you laughed nervously, staring at him. “We are not together.”

“We sleep together,” he said, pointing at the bed under you. “We eat together and work on chores together and well…we do everything together.”

“But we're not exclusively together,” you reasoned, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

He looked hurt at your comment. “Have you been sleeping with other people? I thought-”

“No!” you rushed to clarify. “I just mean-”

“I haven’t either. So we’re exclusive.”

You were having trouble arguing with his reasoning. You never had any plans to sleep with anybody else. And it didn’t sound like he did either. But that perfume…

You took a breath, deciding it was better to ask than to endlessly contemplate. 

“What’s with the cherry perfume then?”

He stared at you, blinking a few times. You could see the gears in his brain turning, trying to piece together what your question had to do with the current conversation. 

“You mean this cherry perfume?” He picked up a fancy bottle on your bedside table and held it out to you. You hadn’t noticed it there before. It was beautifully made, with a light pink liquid swirling around inside of it. 

“I bought it for you,” he said.

You raised your eyebrow in suspicion. “For me?”

He nodded, squeezing the pump on the side. A mist of liquid came out from the nozzle, and a light cherry scent filled your nostrils. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeper. The scent really was lovely. 

“It’s really nice,” you admitted. 

You could feel Ace relax next to you, happy that you were satisfied with his purchase. “That's why I didn’t want to go shopping with you. I wanted to get you something nice.”

You opened your eyes again to find a blush spreading across Ace’s freckles. He looked embarrassed and timid, a side only you could pull out of him. You planted a quick kiss on his cheek, thankful that you had gotten the mishap cleared up. 

“I love it,” you whispered. 

He smiled sheepishly at you and placed the bottle back on the nightstand. “So are we exclusive now?” he asked. 

His dark eyes stared deeply into your soul, and you felt your heart flutter. You desperately wanted to jump up and down in excitement at his question, but you didn’t want him to know how thrilled you were about his question. 

A cheeky grin appeared across your face. “Are you asking me?” you teased.

His lips pushed out in a pout knowing you were taunting him. He was about to respond with something snarky, but you grabbed his cheeks and pulled his face towards your lips, desperate for a taste of him again. 

His lips were chapped and salty from the sea spray, but you didn’t mind it. When you finally released your mouth from his, he was only able to mumble out a few words before he dove back in for another kiss. 

“I’m all yours, if you’ll have me.”

You couldn’t think of anyone better to belong to.

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[hellodarling1357]

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 3

Hello hello!!! Part 3 is finalllyyyyy here, I’m so sorry for the wait. It’s a bit of a filler chapter but the next part should (hopefully) be up soon.

Here’s a link to part 1 and part 2 ✨

Enjoy and let me know what you think 🥰

Word Count: 2.3k

Your feet stumbled as you came to an abrupt halt, unable to tear your eyes away from the pair walking along the other side of the river.

The male you had let yourself believe you had a chance with, and the female, Evalina, who was clearly his perfect match.

Cassian and Evalina had been together almost two decades ago before their relationship was ripped to shreds by such a monumental fight that no one had dared asked Cassian what had caused it.

Although you had been concerned for Cassian during the fallout, you couldn’t help the guilt-ridden joy that coursed through you at the thought of Evalina no longer being around.

It seems, however, you were wrong.

Embarrassment washed over you as you realised this is what Cassian would’ve wanted to talk to you about this morning; he was drunk and didn’t know what he was saying and, oh, by the way, Evalina is back in the picture.

“Y/N?”

Mor pulled you from your thoughts, her eyes tracking over to see what had you stopping, causing her to let out a sigh as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder and forced you to keep moving.

“Come on. Let’s skip dinner and get you nice and drunk.”

You wouldn’t argue with that.

*****

“Hello ladies, welcome, welcome,” A handsome fae male greeted as you stepped inside the cozy wine bar. “How can I help you today? Table for two?”

You let Mor answer and guide you to your seat, too caught up in self pity to say anything to the male.

“Now,” He said with a clap of his hands and a dazzling smile. “My name is Bryn, owner of this establishment and your server for today. We are fairly new here and are missing a few shipments so our drinks list is somewhat limited, but I’ll do my best. What were you both after?”

Mor shot you a glance but you were preoccupied with looking out the window, torturing yourself by trying to catch a glance of where Cassian and Evalina might have gone.

“Just a bottle of wine please,” Another glance in your direction had Mor adding, “And two shots of vodka”

With a chuckle, Bryn took your menus and promised to be right back with your drinks.

“So,” You glanced back at Mor as she spoke, knowing your face was the picture of misery but unable to bring yourself to care. “Are you finally going to admit to me that you’re head over heels in love with Cassian, or do I have to keep pretending not to notice?”

You let out a groan and placed your head on the table.

A soft “ahem” caused you to jump up, cheeks flushing, as you realised Bryn had just arrived with two shot glasses.

You gave him a sheepish look and muttered a quick “thanks”, kicking Mor under the table as she laughed at you and your clearly broken heart.

Downing the shot, you glared back at Mor before reaching across the table and downing her shot as well.

“Hey!” Mor grumbled as you slammed the glass down.

Before you could respond, Bryn appeared again, bottle of clear liquid in hand.

“Looks like you might need this,” he said as he filled up both glasses again. “It’s on the house.”

Mor quickly grabbed her glass back before you could finish both of them off again.

With a sigh you pushed your now-empty shot glass towards the middle of the table.

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Yes.”

“Does Cassian know?” If he knew it would make the whole mess of a situation so much worse.

“I don’t know, Y/N. But I’m not sure if—“

You were hardly listening to what she was saying as you replayed the past 24 hours and the emotional roller coaster you had endured.

“I feel so stupid,” Mor stared back at you in silence, giving you a small smile that encouraged you to continue. “Last night, once we got back, we were just arguing back and forth, just about dumb things, and then he said…he was drunk, really drunk, but he said he loved me.”

Two wine glasses were placed in front of you and you graciously took a sip, unable to bring yourself to meet Mor’s eye.

“He said he loved me, and…I don’t know, I passed it off as him being drunk and just being him. But then, before he went to bed, he said it again, and the way he looked at me…,” You let out a heavy sigh before taking another sip of wine. “I just feel so stupid for letting myself think, hope, that it was real and that he actually meant it. But then this morning he wanted to talk, and now that Evalina is back in the picture…” You trailed off, still trying to piece your thoughts together.

Mor was silent for a moment as she turned over all you had said. It didn’t make any sense. She had seen you and Cassian together, the way you looked at one another, the joking and back-and-forth banter, the way both of your feelings were obvious to everyone except yourselves. But maybe she had been wrong…

“It might not be what you think it is,” Mor finally said. “Maybe just give yourself a couple of days, get some distance from him so you can sort out your own thoughts. Then we’ll work it out.”

Giving her a small smile, you nodded in response before changing the topic.

“Enough about me,” A sly smile spread across your face. “Will your friend from last night be joining us at Starfall this year?”

*****

You didn’t need to try too hard at avoiding Cassian over the next few days. Despite the upcoming celebrations, your workload remained never ending, allowing you only fleeting greetings as you crossed paths with one another.

As luck would have it, the week before Starfall, Rhys sent Cassian to Illyria to look into some rumoured wing clippings that had started springing up across some of the smaller camps. Although you missed him and worried about your friend whilst he was away, you found a sense of relief filling you as you were no longer having to hide away to avoid him.

You knew you would have to talk it out eventually, but for now you let yourself ignore the emotional turmoil and instead focused on the upcoming Starfall celebrations.

*****

You were just adding the finishing touches to your makeup when there was a knock on your door, followed by Mor letting herself in, not waiting for you to answer.

“Hello to you too.” You smiled at your friend in the mirror as you swiped some blush over your other cheek.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” She greeted as she passed you a generously filled glass of wine before setting herself down in one of the armchairs.

“Says you, you look absolutely stunning.” Mor just brushed off your compliment with a wave of her hand.

“Well go on, let’s see the dress. Everyone will be arriving soon.”

Taking a sip of wine, you walked over to your changing room, haphazardly throwing your silk robe onto the floor as you donned your Starfall dress.

Despite yourself, and the whirlwind the past two weeks had been, you couldn’t help but look forward to tonight. The distance from Cassian had helped you sort through your racing thoughts and allowed you to compose yourself enough to act as though nothing had changed.

Cassian had been delayed at one of the war camps and, according to Mor, had only returned to Velaris a few hours ago. Having been locked away with Rhys upon his return to go over his reports, and then with you spending the better part of the day bathing and getting yourself ready, you were yet to actually see him.

With a sigh you brushed out the skirt of your dress before grabbing your shoes and heading back out to the main part of your bedroom where Mor was waiting.

“I told you it was the perfect dress.” Mor squealed excitedly at the sight of you.

Grinning back at her, you quickly slid into your shoes before doing a final check over. You could feel your nerves start to flutter at the thought of seeing Cassian again, most likely with Evalina by his side if the other night was anything to go off.

With a final deep breath, you picked up your wine glass and turned to Mor.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

*****

The echo of music and excited chatter flowed down the hallway as the two of you headed towards the crowd. A quick glance around the room told you Cassian was yet to join and you felt your tension somewhat ebbing away as you and Mor headed over to where Rhys, Azriel, and Amren stood.

You lost yourself in the music and just being able to enjoy the night with your friends, your worries from earlier were long gone, the multiple drinks you had consumed definitely playing a helpful factor.

Noticing everyone’s glasses were getting low, you excused yourself and headed towards the bar to get the next round.

Patiently waiting for a tray of five glasses, you leant against the wall and watched the party before you in a contented silence. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you were also keeping an eye out for a certain red-siphoned Illyrian who you had yet to spot.

“Well you’re definitely looking better compared to the last time I saw you.”

You startled at the fae male who suddenly appeared by your side.

“Hi…” You trailed off, giving him an apologetic smile. He definitely looked familiar but you couldn’t place where you had met.

“Bryn.” He laughed. “You and your friend visited my bar the other week. Though I don’t blame you for not remembering me, seemed like you had quite a bit on your mind.” He finished with a wink at your clearly embarrassed expression as you thought back to your sorry state that night.

“Bryn, of course. How are you? How’s business?”

Shooting you another grin, he excitedly said, “Oh, it’s really great. Been pretty busy so that’s keeping me busy, but I do love it. We have a similar establishment in the Dawn Court but my partner is originally from here so we decided it was time to move back. Actually…would you excuse me? I believe one of the guests over there dabbles in the selling of fine wines…”

You blinked in response to his faced paced chatter and his sudden retreating figure, shaking your head a bit with a chuckle at what felt like the conversation equivalent of whiplash.

“Miss…” A voice called out, “Your drinks.”

Turning back to the bar, you hurried over for the tray, offering a gracious smile before heading into the throng of people to where your friends stood.

“Well you took your time, did someone catch your eye?” You rolled your eyes at Mor’s teasing as the others chuckled and thanked you for the drinks.

“Actually,” you started, giving Mor a dismissive look when she excitedly perked up. “Bryn, the owner of that new bar we went to the other week, is here, he was just telling me how it was all going. Here, someone hold this, I’m just going to take the tray back.”

You handed your glass off to Azriel before weaving your way back towards the bar. You waved at Bryn as you passed, who was now animatedly talking to who you assumed was the wine seller.

Movement behind you and the sudden call of your name had you looking around, your heart dropping as you were suddenly stood in front of Cassian and Evalina.

You gaped for a moment before quickly collecting yourself and plastering on a smile.

“Hi,” You greeted, hoping your voice didn’t sound as shaky as you felt. “You’re back.”

Cassian gave you a soft smile, opening his mouth to say something but Evalina cut in.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you. Cauldron, it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” You stiffened as she locked her arm around Cassian’s, a smirk gracing her features. “Can you believe that I’ve finally found my mate?”

And there it was.

You felt the blood rush to your head, the surrounding sounds of the party becoming a distant murmur as your body tensed and eyes went wide.

Her mate. Cassian was her mate, and she was his, and…

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Cassian’s concerned voice had everything rushing back into focus.

You blinked up at him, cursing yourself for the burning sensation as tears welled in your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say, you should be happy for him, for them. But you couldn’t muster the energy to pretend anymore, not as you felt your heart break into a million little pieces.

Ignoring Cassian’s question and the bewilderment on Evalina’s face, you turned on the spot and walked away.

*****

Sorry… 👀

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[lemonlover1110]

𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Just Toji being an ass and regretting it, Satisfactory ending if you're against Toji

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Toji often remembers the night he left you. You were six months pregnant with your daughter, and he decided that he wasn’t in love with you anymore. He was in love with someone else, so he left you. Guilt eats him alive ever since.

Three years later, every time he sees his daughter, he wants to cry. Mainly because he wasn’t in love with someone else. He just mistook the love for attention as actual love. You just started to focus so much on your pregnancy that you didn’t pay as much attention to him. She gave him that.

Now, every second of every day, he regrets it. You’re so stunning. So kind. So attentive. An amazing mother. Every time he sees you, he falls more in love. And he’s thinking of winning you back, yet he doesn’t have the courage to. He knows better. 

You’re civil with him, but that’s because of your daughter. He knows you hate him. Because of him you ended up in the hospital, nearly losing the baby you’ve always dreamt of having. He showed up to your labor with his new girlfriend, and the first few times refused to visit unless she was allowed to come with. He’s caused you so much pain.

“Daddy!” He hears, and he watches his three-year-old daughter run to him. He stands up from his chair and crouches down to open his arms and receive his daughter with a warm hug. When she’s in his arms, he kisses the temple of her forehead. 

“My princess, how are you?” He asks, picking her up from the ground. He focuses on her, before he notices you. You wear a cute flowy dress that shows your cleavage a bit, some wedges, and a bit of makeup. It makes him fall in love all over again. 

You give him a weak, insincere smile before you take a seat. You usually meet up at this café to drop off your daughter, solely because there’s a playground which your daughter loves. And you two sit together, awkwardly, watching as she enjoys her play time. She never gets bored of it.

Toji helps her take off her shoes before she goes to play. When Toji takes a seat across from you, he thinks of what to say. You don’t bother to look at him, watching your daughter. 

“How’s life treating you?” He speaks up, which makes you look back at him. You shrug. He feels as his heart skips a beat, thinking about bringing up the idea of rekindling your relationship. He taps his pointer finger on the table before he clears his throat,

“Have you ever thought of… Getting back together?” He questions, making you raise an eyebrow. “For our daughter… I’m asking for our daughter.”

“Not really.” You respond. “You left while I was pregnant, so why would you care now? You’re unreliable.”

“I’ve changed, y’know…” He brings up. Maybe he wasn’t the best father with Megumi, but he sure is trying with his daughter. He’s changed so much ever since she was born.

“That’s nice to know, Toji.” You answer. You don’t care to entertain the subject, focusing back on your daughter. “I’m seeing someone too.”

“What–” Toji replies. He finds his cheeks turning pink due to embarrassment. “I hope all goes well.”

“He treats me better than you ever did.”

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[fazedlight]

“IT’S OKAY, SPIKE!” Kara shouted, flying alongside the panicked dragon. “Easy, easy boy- OOF.”

An unwitting thrash of the dragon’s tail sideswept Kara in the air, causing her to tumble as he continued to rip ahead. 

“Supergirl,” came Lena’s voice in her ear. “Are you still there?”

“Yep,” Kara said, halting her fall to the Earth, surging back up into the sky and heading again towards the dragon. “Have you figured out why he’s upset yet?”

“We detected a disruption in spacetime. If he freaked out during Crisis last year, he may be sensitive to-”

“Another crisis?!” Kara said, nearly caught up to the dragon.

“Unlikely, Brainy is investigating the cause.”

Kara didn’t respond as she finally flanked Spike’s side, shouting words at him in an attempt to soothe - not that it was working all that well.

“Have you tried beef jerky?” came an amused voice behind her.

Kara startled, rotating in the air to see another figure, flying just a few yards away. In the dark sky, she could make out a… woman, a white supersuit, a red cape, short-cropped light hair. It was mid-turn that Kara realized there was a small bag hurling in her direction. Kara instinctively reached out to grab it, seeing Original Beef Jerky on the label. 

“Who are you?” Kara shouted, glancing back up.

“You don’t recognize me?” the stranger smirked.

“Should I?”

“My name,” the blonde said, “Is Kara Zor-L.”

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It didn’t take long for Spike to calm down after that. A couple of bites of jerky, and the dragon amiably landed on the ground, seeming to physically shake off his nerves before shrinking back down into a peaceful iguana. Alana was relieved to have her pet back.

Kara eyed the new blonde warily, but this other Kara didn’t seem concerned. “I’ve been dealing with a brainwashed Legion member,” the other woman explained. “He threw me out of my universe. I need to get back there.”

“So the multiverse is back,” Lena said over comms, listening on to Kara’s conversation with… Kara. “Bring her to the Tower, Brainy and I can try to help her.”

Kara looked up. “Alright… Kara,” she said awkwardly-

“My Earth name is Karen,” the blonde responded.

Kara nodded. Thank Rao, this’ll be less confusing. “Alright, Karen. Let’s get you back to the team.”

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“So you’re… Power Girl,” Lena said, eyeing the much older kryptonian. “And you were able to grow up on Krypton?”

“It’s a long story,” Karen said with a shrug. “When do you think you’ll be able to send me back to my Earth?”

“Just a few hours,” Lena said. “Brainy’s making some equipment modifications.”

“Looking forward to getting home,” Karen said. “Cat will be annoyed.”

“Wow,” Kara said with a laugh. “Different timelines, but somehow we both work for Cat Grant.”

Karen tilted her head towards Kara as her brow crinkled - Lena couldn’t help but think of how strangely familiar her expression was. “I suppose she would be a little old for you,” Karen mulled.

“Old?” Kara asked.

Karen smirked. “Cat is my wife.”

“Oh,” Kara squeaked, as Lena's heart skipped a beat.

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“That’s not suspicious to the press at all?” Lena said. “You and Cat living on opposite sides of the country?”

Conversation had wandered - from Karen’s Starrware Labs and her development of environmental nanobot technology, to her superhero antics as Power Girl, to her marriage. Lena hadn’t missed how Kara’s cheeks turned bright pink with the mention of Karen’s love life, and how she took every excuse to duck out of the room to check on Brainy’s progress. 

But now Kara was back, and pacing, and nervous - and somehow that only seemed to amuse Karen.

“We’re good at privacy,” Karen said. “Though I’m opening a branch of Starrware Labs in National City, so soon this’ll be less of a pain in the ass anyway. It’ll be nice to be able to attend Carter’s baseball games without suspicion.”

“Carter?” Lena asked. “I guess Cat was previously married on your Earth, too.”

“The media went nuts when we started dating,” Karen smirked. “America’s Power Bisexuals. Ironic headlines, considering they don’t know I’m Power Girl.”

“You’re bi,” Lena asked curiously, noting again how Kara seemed flushed.

Karen shrugged. “Bi, pan, whatever. Sexuality in Krypton’s society was considered fluid.”

“What?” Kara said, confusion overriding her new shyness. “That sounds like Daxam, not Krypton.”

“What’s Daxam?” Karen asked.

Kara stared at Karen for a moment. “I’m… going to check on Brainy again,” she said, making her way out the room. 

Lena curiously watched after her, before turning back to Karen - who seemed to be far too amused at what was transpiring. Lena shifted in her seat, another curiosity coming to mind. “What’s my life like on your Earth?”

Karen shrugged. “You’re a powerhouse. Married to another tech genius, some Jack guy. It’s rumored you’re in an open relationship, you spend a lot of time with the Obsidian CEO.”

“Oh,” Lena said.

“Is something going on between you two?” Karen asked Lena, gesturing at where Kara went through to the door.

“No.”

“Do you want something to be going on?”

Lena was going to rebuff, the words of course not ready to fall from her lips. But something stopped her. Maybe the familiar crinkle in the stranger’s brow, maybe the fact that the blonde was imminently about to leave the universe entirely. “I don’t think that’s a possibility,” Lena said regretfully.

“Why not?”

Lena shrugged. “Kara’s straight in this world.”

“Are you sure?” Karen said, her eyes seeming to dance with the almost familiar smile, last observed when Kara convinced Lena to buy an entire tub of ice cream. Lena couldn’t help but laugh, as much as the reality of the situation made her heart ache. 

But before she could formulate a response, they could hear the patter of footsteps coming back. “It’s ready,” Kara said, nodding in Karen’s direction. “Brainy says you can go home.”

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Karen departed for her Earth - and normalcy resumed, as Lena and Kara crashed on Lena’s couch, consuming their late dinner from Chinese takeout containers.

Lena looked over at the blonde, who seemed… still unusually quiet, seemingly pensive. “Is it odd?” Lena asked gently. “Hearing about a different Krypton?”

“Yeah,” Kara said, pulling her legs up onto the couch. “It makes me wonder…”

“Wonder?”

“She’s just… very confident,” Kara murmured, staring down at her chopsticks.

“She’s older,” Lena shrugged. “Seen more.”

“I think even if I were a decade or two older, Cat would still eat me alive,” Kara smiled.

“Maybe,” Lena laughed.

A pause. “We’re… similar in other ways,” Kara said softly.

“Oh?” Lena said, her heart skipping a beat.

Kara shifted awkwardly, finally glancing up at Lena. “I overheard something she said. Her talking about you and Jack. And… Andrea.”

“It wasn’t that surprising,” Lena replied slowly, her heart pattering as she realized that Kara might be… trying to assess the situation. Which gave her the bravery to be a bit more forthcoming. “Andrea and I were together in high school.”

“Oh,” Kara said. And for a moment, silence fell again.

“Lena-” “Kara-”

The two looked up, each noting that the other had a blush crawling across her face, each feeling the vibration of possibility flowing between them. “Could we…” Kara started. “Could we be more?”

“If you want us to be,” Lena said, a small smile growing on her face.

Kara’s eyes widened, before a grin crossed her own face. “I’d like that,” she said.

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A month later, a small portal temporarily opened up in Karen Starr’s office. She didn’t notice at the time - she was far too busy making out with her wife - but she did find the note left behind: 

“You were right. Thank you. - LL”

#Power Girl comes for a visit #flexing my comics knowledge while also completely making stuff up #I don't know why I wrote this #✨experimental writing✨ #supercorp #supercorp ficlet #fazedlight #mel writes ficlets

[slayfics]

HIIIII I’m back for another request! Can I have Muichiro tsuguko braiding his hair? (like Mitsuri hairstyle!) I think that would be so freaking adorable 😭💖

(Take your time and have a nice day/night! ^^)

You give Muichiro different hairstyles.

A gust of wind picked up blowing Muichiro's hair across his face. He struggled to move his hair away so he could get back to eating.

You giggled watching the Hashira struggle.

The weather was nice today, but an occasional strong wind would run through the trees making the lunch break you two were having a bit difficult.

"I have a hair tie if you'd like Tokito." You offered.

"Hm..." He thought. He never tied up his hair as he preferred it down, but it was causing quite the disturbance with finishing his meal. "Ok... but just while I finish eating."

You handed Tokito the hair tie but the Hashira seemed to zone out staring at it in your outstretched hand.

"Umm... is everything ok?" You asked.

"I... don't really remember how to use one." He responded. If Mucihiro had ever put his hair up he couldn't remember it... Usually he wasn't so embarrassed by his faulty memory, but this seemed like a simple task anyone should know how to do.

"Don't worry about it, I can help you. "You said getting up to sit behind Muichiro. You started to gather his hair in your hands when an intrusive thought came into your head.

What would Muichiro look like with Mitsuri's braids?

"Hey Tokito... would you mind if I braided your hair? It would add extra help with keeping your hair from blowing in the wind!" You hoped adding a logical reason such as this would help persuade the Hashira to say yes.

"I suppose I don't really care either way." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

A devilish grin spread across your face as you started to braid the Hashria's hair. You couldn't wait to see what he would like. You braided carefully but quickly letting his hair glide through your fingers.

You wondered how he kept his hair so soft with all the training and missions he did.

"Ta da!" You exclaimed upon completion of the braids. You hurriedly moved to sit in front of Muichiro to take in what the braids looked like.

He sat arms crossed facing you with glaring eyes.

'Well?" He asked, waiting for your reaction. Your heart skipped a beat at the adorable sight. While his face was as stoic as ever, the braids added a certain whimsicalness to him that you couldn't put into words. He looked absolutely precious. However, you didn't want to give away your true intentions for braiding his hair so you tried your hardest to keep a straight face.

"Yes they look very functional and should keep your hair out of your face while you eat."

"Hmm... this is working." He said in between bites of food. "Is there another way to do this without braids? These are a bit heavy. I'm not used to this pressure." He said, grabbing at the braids.

"You mean... you want another hair style?" You asked.

"Yes please. Can we try a few out to see which is the most comfortable with the same results?" He asked.

Your eyes light up at the Hashira's request. To be able to play with Muichiro's hair once was a dream come true, but to do it again?? This was turning out to be a wonderful day you thought.

"Of course Tokito!" You said excitedly sitting behind him again and beginning to work on another hairstyle.

You spent the rest of the day giving Muichiro different hairstyles and he rated them all based on comfort and functionality.

Thank you for all your support and another adorable request. I hope you love it and it makes you smile! A very big shout out to @valartsstuff for letting me use her artwork for this story. Please go check her out, her Muichiro drawings are to die for!

[writingforstraykids]

No more secrets

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 2426

Summary: Minho longs for nothing more than to show everyone how much he loves you and Chan. Due to past events and worries about their careers, only Chan's and your relationship is public. After getting back from a trip, he can't cope with being Chan's and your dirty little secret anymore.

Tags/Warnings: angst, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort

A/N: Have fun reading 😊~Moon🌙

Minho tiredly rubs his neck and pulls his suitcase after him, ignoring the cameras flashing around them. They just landed, coming back from a few days on tour abroad. He scans the members close to him, but none of them is Chan. Where the hell did his boyfriend vanish? He had been right in front of him only a few minutes ago. Minho bites back an annoyed groan and decides to look for you instead, knowing you'd pick them up as always. He smiles as he sees you running towards him, and his heart skips a beat at how happy you look to see…Chan. You fall into Chan's arms, who hugs you tightly and spins you around laughing. He stops walking, almost causing Seungmin to trip over him, and watches the pair of you with a sad smile. 

Chan and he had been a couple for four and a half years, and Minho wouldn't want to miss a second. About two years ago, you became Chan's new assistant, and only half a year later, you were part of their relationship. Both Chan and Minho had fallen for you, and luckily, you also fell in love with them. Chan and you got caught kissing on camera once, and you all decided to make it public that you were a couple. Minho had still been too worried to open up about Chan and him, so avoiding the rumors seemed like a good idea. Nevertheless, watching the two of you in public always hurt a little, knowing he couldn't be part of it. Not there. He felt like your little secret, and when he felt really down, he hated that he and Chan had been a thing for so long but weren't official compared to Chan and you. Or himself and you. 

He had managed to pretend not to care for the past six months, but it was getting harder every time.

Minho almost feels jealous seeing you two kiss, knowing the feeling of Chan's full lips and your soft ones all too well. He knows how Chan's back feels beneath your hand that's buried in his shirt. He knows how your hair feels between Chan's fingers that linger on the back of your neck. He can almost hear Chan's raspy voice whispering, 'I love you.' and see your sweet smile as you respond. He gives himself a mental push and drags himself forward toward the pair of you. 

You let go of Chan and smile at him sweetly, your eyes beaming with love. "Hey." 

"Hey," Minho gives back with a gentle smile. 

"I have so many pictures of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori to show you," you tell him excitedly. 

"Yeah?" he asks softly, and you take Chan's hand, walking between them as you make your way to your car. 

"Yes! Also, I made you some cookies," you tell them, very happy about your boyfriends finally being reunited with you. 

"That's nice, darling," Minho comments and keeps his eyes forward stubbornly.

Chan glances over at him worriedly. "You're okay, kitten?" 

"Of course, Chan," Minho says, still not looking at them. "Where's your car?" 

"Uh, not far from here," you answer and look at him observantly for a moment. You could tell something was wrong; you just didn't know what. You exchange a glance with Chan as Minho gets into the back of your car and slams the door closed a little too loudly. "You two had a fight?" 

"No, everything was fine," Chan tells you, frowning softly before getting in at the back as well. 

"What are you doing?" Minho asks, irritated as you start the car, and Chan buckles up next to him instead of in the passenger seat. 

"I don't know. Sitting next to my very beautiful and clearly upset boyfriend?" he asks, and Minho stares at him for a moment before quickly looking away. "I thought we were okay." 

"We are okay, love," Minho simply says, keeping his eyes on the road as you drive them home. 

"Did I do something that hurt you?" you ask gently, glancing back at him through the mirror. 

"No, darling," he shakes his head and chews on his lower lip as Chan hesitantly takes his hand. Minho intertwines their fingers, desperate for some physical touch of the ones he loves. 

"What's wrong, Min?" Chan asks softly. "Is there something we can do to make it better?" 

"I'm tired, that's all," he smiles bravely and closes his eyes as Chan plants a soft kiss on his temple. 

"Maybe some cuddles will help?" you suggest, and Minho flashes you a soft smile through the mirror. 

"Maybe." 

As soon as the front door to your shared home closes, you fall into Minho's arms, hugging him close and pulling him into a kiss. He can't help but smile at the feeling and hugs you back. "I really missed you, baby boy," you tell him. 

"I missed you too," he smiles softly and meets Chan's eyes as the older one cups his cheek. Only a moment later, Chan's full lips connect with his, a pleased little hum leaving his throat. Minho kisses back fiercely before suddenly pulling back and lowering his gaze to the floor. There he was, back to being a secret.

You gently put your fingers beneath his chin and make him look at you. Your breath hitches at the tears shimmering in his wide brown eyes. "Min, what's wrong?"

"I hate this," he answers helplessly.

"What?" Chan asks worriedly. 

"This," he says and vaguely waves at the three of you.

You can see the hurt filling Chan's eyes, and gently take their hands, hoping to avoid any misunderstandings. "Let's sit down?" They both follow you reluctantly and sit down on the sofa, Minho between the two of you. 

"You hate our relationship?" Chan asks timidly, and Minho's head spins around, eyes widening in shock. 

"What? No, Channie love, I'd never," he clarifies, and you both can see relief flooding your hyung's face. "I…I hate that I can't show how much you mean to me publicly. I'm just a bystander as soon as we leave the house, and that feels awful," he rambles on, and a big tear falls down his cheek. "I've been nothing but your dirty little secret for four or less years now." 

"Min, I'm so sorry, I had no idea," Chan speaks up softly and soothingly rubs his thigh. 

"Sometimes it just hurts watching the two of you all out in the open," he clarifies and sniffles softly.

You nod gently and take his hand, smiling at the way they fit together perfectly. "I didn't know you were struggling so much with that. I thought you weren't ready for being out in the open." 

"Well, not…not with Chan," he whispers. "We both know we could get in trouble for it or receive serious hate." 

Chan smiles at him sadly and takes his hand. "I'm ready when you are. We've been in this business long enough, I don't care anymore." 

Minho's eyes flicker at him timidly, trying to figure out if he is serious. 

You squeeze his hand gently. "If you want to, we can make our part of this relationship public first. I hate not being able to hold and kiss you like I do at home just as much." 

"How open are you planning to be? Because if it seems like I'm trying to take away Channie's girlfriend, I don't think I want that," he says, anxiously chewing his lower lip. 

"We'd tell the truth. They can do that to me if they want to think badly of someone. After all, I was the one stealing your boyfriend," you smirk at them, and they fondly roll their eyes at you. 

"We'll figure this out, okay?" Chan says gently, and Minho nods. “One step at a time.”

"Okay," he says quietly and giggles as Chan pulls him in tight, and you immediately cuddle up to his side.

"Thank you for telling us," you say, gently fondling his hair. 

"Thank you for understanding," he smiles softly and leans into your touch. 

You smile to yourself, once more reminded of how fitting Chan's pet name was for him. Being the youngest in your relationship, Minho was like your kitten that sometimes needed to be taken care of. 

-

Minho notices the subtle changes rather quickly. You two are out for a walk as Chan is still stuck at the studio, and you soon wrap your arm around his waist. You smile at him as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and lean into him. Later, during lunch, you feed him some bites of your food, just like you do so often at home, and Minho can't help the comforting warmth filling his whole body. You seem just as excited, and he beams at the sparkles in your eyes. Looking at you like this, he once more understands why Chan fell for you so quickly. He had been the first one to approach him about his developing feelings for you, which might only feed his insecurities sometimes. But honestly, who could blame him? You're the best thing that has ever happened to them. Minho tilts his head softly at you and momentarily searches your eyes. "I love you, darling," he says gently, and the way your face softens makes all his worries disappear. 

"I love you too, handsome," you wink at him and pull a sweet giggle from him. 

"We could pick up Channie on our way back. He's been working long enough already again," Minho suggests chuckling, and you nod agreeing. 

"Let's grab some lunch for him. He probably hasn't eaten either yet," you roll your eyes, amused. 

"Probably not," he hums agreeing, and looks down in surprise as you take his hand. “Darling?” he asks stunned.

“What?” you ask innocently and smile up at him. “One step at a time, right?” His smile widens as he intertwines your fingers, and you gently squeeze his hand. 

You soon reach the studio, and after knocking uselessly, Minho opens the door. You giggle, seeing Chan in front of his laptop with his headphones on. “Typical,” you snort softly and smirk at the concentrated look on your boyfriend’s face. Minho lets go of your hand and steps behind Chan, leaning down and wrapping his arms around him. Chan’s whole body relaxes into him, and he immediately leans his head against Minho’s. You smile at them fondly, making Chan relax within seconds was something only Minho could do.

“Hey there,” Minho smiles and turns to kiss his cheek, but Chan is faster and presses his lips against his. He chuckles into the kiss and gently ruffles his hair as he straightens up again. “We brought you some food.”

You hold up the bag, and Chan’s face lights up, making grabby hands toward you. You smirk and put it on his desk before kissing him softly. “You’ll be home soon?”

“I don’t know, I still have to-,” he starts and quickly closes his mouth at your fondly annoyed expression. 

“Babe,” you say, and he groans softly, making Minho laugh. “I can’t keep on sending Min to get you.”

“Fine,” he rolls his eyes, only partly joking.

“He’ll never change, I’ve been trying for almost five years now,” Minho shrugs his shoulders and shoves his hands into his pockets, ignoring the offended look Chan gives him.

“I thought you loved me the way I am,” he pouts. 

“I do. That doesn’t mean some of the things you do won’t concern me from time to time,” he giggles. “Oh, stop looking so sad, Channie love,” he groans.

“Sorry for caring about your health,” you snort, and Chan pokes your side.

“Also, she talks way too much. I need your support,” Minho jokes, and you look at him playfully offended. 

“Excuse me? You can’t stop keep on pointing out all the shit your three babies do all day,” you give back, and he winks at you. 

“Stop bickering, you two, I’ll be home soon,” Chan snorts, knowing damn well you two were just joking to get him home early.

A few months later

Chan and Minho had been a couple for five years today, and you decided to gift them a lovely dinner. They both had insisted on taking you with them, but you told them they deserved to celebrate their five years together. They are having a fanmeeting right now, and you’re backstage to assist them if needed. You giggle to yourself as they have fun performing and doing the challenges of their fans. At some point, all of them are asked to deliver a message to someone among the members, and once it’s Chan’s turn, he gets up and exchanges a short look with you, as if he was asking for your permission. You tilt your head at him before realizing what he was on about and nodding quickly.

“Minho, come here please,” Chan says, and Minho frowns softly but does as he says, stepping next to him. “I have told you a thousand times already, but I should do it more often in public. You mean so much to me, and I love sharing this amazing journey with you. I wouldn’t want to trade one day you’ve been by my side for anything else.”

Minho searches his eyes and swallows softly as Chan takes his hands, soothingly fondling his knuckles. What the hell was he doing?

“I’m proud of you, and I’m even prouder of what we have,” he continues, and Minho subconsciously takes a step back. “Happy five years, Min.”

Minho’s eyes widen, and the crowd grows silent as everyone seems confused by Chan’s words. “Channie,” he whispers, and it echoes through the room, making him flinch softly.

Chan smiles, seeming calm and convinced. “I love you, Minho.” Minho blinks at him rapidly and freezes in shock as Chan connects their lips to a kiss. His eyes close as Chan sinks his hand into his hair just like during their first kiss. He blends out everything, too shocked to sort his thoughts. Pulling back, he stares at Chan, who smiles at him softly. He slowly turns and meets your teary eyes and beaming smile as you watch them and finds himself falling for you all over again. He stretches his hand out for you, and after a moment, you step onto the stage and join your boyfriends, blinded by the bright lights. Your hand meets his, and his best friends start cheering in the back. He blinks back tears and exhales softly. No more secrets.

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[rans-baby]

when they see you in someone else's jacket (pt. 2)

decided to do a pt. 2 with the men that i KNOW prefer to call you baby and princess ♡ also had to add some of @miyaniacsfaves :)

tw // bimbo-ish reader in koko's?, use of the word daddy

if y'all aren't in to that simply skip over it :) I like a variety of yn's: normal, bimbo, badass, you name it! so don't be surprised if you see a range in my writing

MANJIRO

mikey would say he's a pretty satisfied guy

he had japan's underground on lock, all the desserts he could ever ask for, and most importantly, you

he met you when you saved him from bleeding out in the streets right outside of the bakery you worked at, and he decided you were his from then on

he knew that everyone knowing about your relationship would put you in danger so he kept it under wraps for the most part, only mentioning it to the other executives

you were lowkey a bit insecure about this, and just being a regular civilian, you didn't really understand why he couldn't just tell everyone

"do you.. not want to be seen with me?" "no"

but he also failed to recognize how that came across because yes, he meant it but he didn't mean it the way that you were thinking

you silently left him alone and wandered out onto the streets lost in your thoughts, not even recognizing it was starting to rain until it started pouring

coincidentally, your male co-worker was walking on the same path and offered you his jacket

you gratefully took it and he was helping you put it on when mikey saw the two of you

now he's dealt with his dark impulses a few times in his life, but nothing compared to what he was feeling in that moment

he kept his usual impassive facade as he approached the both of you, seemingly ignoring the sound of the roaring blood in his ears and aggressive pounding in his head

he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, just tight enough to make you squirm

"who's this princess?"

but before you could respond your coworker interjected "oh is this your brother? nice to meet you!" he said with an outstretched hand

you could feel his grip tightening but your previous conversation ran through your head and you responded "this is just a friend"

he started gripping you even tighter causing you to tap on his arms to release you but he just responded by laying sloppy kisses on your neck causing you to let out a short gasp

"do I look like her brother?"

KOKONOI

sweet koko loves treating you, only the best for his pretty girl! but he knew you weren't in it for the money

which is why he was only mildly surprised when he saw you walk into his office in, was that h&m?

now he might be a ~material boy~ but he understood the practicality of having "normal" clothes on a day to day basis but what he couldn't understand was why it looked so big

it occurred to him when you went to go sit on his lap and he caught a whiff of cheap cologne

he has literally never dropped you so quickly

all you could do was look up at him with tears in your eyes while sprawled on the floor

"did I do something wrong daddy?"

he HATED seeing you cry, it was his least favorite feeling and this was especially true when he was the reason

"sorry princess couldn't help it"

he put you back on his lap and let you lay your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent

"so princess, wanna tell me where you got the jacket? promise I won't get mad"

you squinted like it was hard for you to remember exactly how it got on you

"oh it was a nice man's! he saw me at the mall and called me pretty then gave me his jacket and a little piece of paper with a bunch of numbers on it! :)"

koko prided himself on being the most level-headed of the executives in bonten, but that was still a low low bar and he was still an executive of the most powerful gang in japan

"you think you can show me the paper baby? just wanna give him his jacket back"

you slowly took off the jacket revealing a tight corset top and tiny tennis skirt that barely covered your ass

"'m bout to lose it" "what'd you say daddy?" "oh nothing princess, how about we look at gettin' you some new jackets, I think saint laurent just released a new collection that would make you even prettier" "really daddy?"

he loved when you got that sparkle in your eye because he knew it wasn't excitement about being able to use his money, it was because he knew that you knew it was his way of showing you his love

"yeah baby, gotta make up for lettin' you get cold and droppin' you. 'm sorry you know that right?"

most people assumed that he was only into you because of your looks, but he has never been more sincere in his life and it was all because of you

you brought such a warm light in his life, not overwhelming but enough to warm him and for the first time in his life, the warmth on his skin didn't scare him

WAKASA

wakasa preferred women who could fend for themselves, he barely had enough energy to fight for himself and most of the time he didn't need to

his hair was recognizable enough to where people knew not to mess with him

it didn't matter to him who knew of your relationship with him so it was pretty commonplace to see him in and outside the gym with you

he knew you could fend for yourself and loved that about you, but sometimes wished you were a little less stubborn and would accept his help

he'd offered you his jacket in the past but most of the time you took offense to it, thinking that he thought you were incapable of taking care of yourself so he stopped offering over time

you were sick one day and while he noticed you were shivering a bit, he figured you'd get angry if he offered his jacket so he kept it to himself

you secretly wanted to ask but your pride got in the way

you took a quick break and let him know you were gonna run to the convenience store

on the way to the convenience store, the dizziness starting kicking in and before you realized it, you were falling

you felt yourself fall into someone's arms and you thought it was your boyfriend's so you let him wrap his jacket around you but the unrecognizable scent broke you out of that train of thought

the fever made it impossible to break free of his grip

"hey pretty lady, seen you around here with that little boy. what'd you say about lettin' me take care of you? bet I could do it better than him"

on a normal day, you would've kicked his ass to the sun and back but the fever was really starting to get to you and all you could do was squirm

that was the scene wakasa stumbled into after deciding to chase after you because fuck your stubborn nature you were still his to take care of whether you liked it or not

he was, by nature, just not a flashy guy so he knew that people who didn't know of his reputation underestimated him and it never bothered him before now

before either of you knew what was happening, a flying kick was sent the creep's way and he snatched you from his arms

"now didn't baby tell you to leave her alone?"

right as the creep was about to retaliate, you mustered what strength you had left to rip the jacket off of your body and throw it in his face long enough to distract him as you landed three solid kicks on his torso, watching him crumple in pain

wakasa caught you in his arms right as you were about to fall

"wish you weren't so stubborn sometimes princess, but you know that's why I love you right?"

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[chastiefoul]

cozy sleepless night. | genshin impact

featuring: diluc, xiao, itto, and zhongli

modern au – calling them in the middle of the night cause you couldn’t sleep. (relationship not yet established; mutual feelings for each other)

Diluc

He had been awake when you called. He thought it was Kaeya and was prepared to be mad at him for calling so late until he saw your name as the caller.

“Hello?” Diluc sounded a little unsure, you never called him this late. He’s worried that something happened. “Hi Diluc,” you said softly, and the red-haired man could just feel a little part of him melting away hearing you over the phone. “What’s wrong, you don’t usually call this late, did something happen?” He asked.

“Not really, I just can’t really sleep, am I bothering you?” You hugged a pillow close to your chest, suddenly feeling nervous that you just disturbed him on midnight. Diluc who’s just been up reading a book on his desk only chuckled a little. “Not at all, would you like to talk about something? It might get you sleepy.” Your cheeks grow warm.

“Okay.”

Xiao

He groaned as a response to the call.

“Oh sorry Xiao were you asleep?” You asked, feeling guilty. “Well not anymore,” he said groggily. When you don’t respond he continued, “Do you need something?” His tone wasn’t the gentlest when he said that causing to only let out a little, “Not really.. I just couldn’t sleep, sorry for waking you up I’ll hang up now.”

“Wait. Sorry, I’m fully awake now. Do you need something?” He rubbed his eyes, blinking them a few times chasing the heaviness away. “Not really, I just wanted to hear your voice.” Xiao was caught off guard, his chest skipped a beat. He coughed a little, “The embarrassing things that came out of your mouth sometimes..” At this, you giggled softly—which sounded like a lovely tune the male thought—succeeding in making the usually stoic man flustered. He gained his composure and said,

“Well? Talk then, I’d like to hear your voice too.”

Zhongli

“Hello?” His low, rasp, and buttery voice filled your dimmed room’s silence. How does one man does so much with just his voice?? “Hi Zhongli, were you asleep? You sound wide awake,” you replied with a small voice. “Well, I am usually still up and about at this hour, do you need something perhaps?” He said gently, “No.. I just can’t sleep, and I thought about calling you to see if maybe you’re up to just, talk?” You trailed off, realizing now this was probably a bad idea.

Zhongli was quiet for a second, and you were prepared to just throw your phone until you heard, “Of course, would you like to me to tell you the story of a land called Teyvat?” You smiled a little, the name sounded slightly familiar. “Sure.” You closed your eyes, the sound of his voice lulled you into a nice sleep. As Zhongli went on and realizing the sound of your steady breath was the only thing left on the phone call, he tugged a smile his chest filled with a pleasant warmth.

Itto

Clearly a heavy sleeper, didn’t pick up the phone on the said night, but regretted the way he had slept early when he saw the notification of a missed call from you. Called you the first thing in the morning, waking you up. “Hello?” You sleepily said, for a second there Itto lost his train of thought, thinking how adorable your morning voice was.

“O-oh hi! Sorry for calling so early on the morning, I saw your miss call last night are you okay?” He said worriedly. “Oh, I’m fine don’t worry! It’s just I couldn’t really sleep last night and I wanted to see if you were still awake to talk or something..” With each word your voice got smaller, embarrassed. Itto almost wanted to smack himself in the face for missing such a chance. “My bad!! I’m such a heavy sleeper so I didn’t really hear anything,” Itto frowned, mostly at himself, as he think about that one funny video of someone with an alarm clock that literally will hit you in the face to wake you up.

“It’s totally okay!! I’m just glad now I didn’t disturb your sleep,” you chuckled. “But!! Promise me you’ll call me again if you can’t sleep!! I’ll try to be awake until late at night just incase,” he said energetically. “What if I just call you on regular hour, would that be okay..?” You offered, he’s quiet for a moment basking in happiness.

“More than okay!!!!” Itto grinned.

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[leonw4nter]

i was wondering if you had any general dating headcanons for re2r leon (and fem reader)? like how he would act in a relationship, treat is partner, etc (sorry if this is vague i just really enjoy your writing so when i saw requests open i ran here lol)

General Dating Headcanons with RE2R!Leon x Fem!Reader

RE2R!Leon x Fem!Reader

When you two were first dating, he was shy and didn’t initiate most displays of affection aside from kissing or wanting to hold hands but after a month and a half, he was a lot more himself now. He wouldn’t hesitate to ask for cuddles now and is a lot more comfortable with giving you kisses on the cheek or hair in public.

Once his coworkers catch a glimpse of the cutesy messages you two send to each other, he will start fighting for his life in the work group chat. There was one particular incident where you left work early in order to surprise Leon and pick him up. Throughout the day, he was quiet and reserved but as soon as he saw you out of the corner of his eyes, his eyes twinkled and the widest grin spread on his face. His voice raised in pitch and he practically skipped over to you for a big hug.

When you two are working in your shared bedroom, doing individual tasks, and he realizes that you two aren’t talking but there’s a peaceful feeling, he’ll point it out and say something along the lines of “we’re like a married couple because we’re doing our own thing but it feels nice and we don’t feel obligated to entertain the other because our presence is enough” and then follows up with some random sentence and gets back to typing away in his laptop or reading reports again.

While dating, he developed the habit of saying the most romantic and poetic thing ever only to get back to doing something weird; just a day ago, he said “In the vast expanse of outer space and all the stars and galaxies in there, my universe begins and ends with you” then proceeded to hit his elbow against the chair, which made him cry out in pain and curl up in the ground.

Leon also tends to play with your stuffed animals in a way that he makes them do flips or do a little dance sometimes, to heal his inner child that he never got to bask in because of his rough childhood.

In the unfortunate event that you and him got into an argument, he would be the type to walk up to Jill and say “I should set myself on fire”. Jill will definitely look at him all confused and concerned, saying “And why is that…?” and he will respond with “Y/N and I got into an argument. She’s mad and I need to set myself on fire to feel the turmoil I have caused in her heart.”. Jill doesn’t know how to comfort him in this time so she pats his shoulder, giving Leon a judgemental side-eye but she knows he means well. In the end, she will give him advice like treating you to ice cream or doing all the chores for an entire week to appease you and calm the storm in your heart.

Although he earns well, he saves up and doesn’t buy most of what he wants (for example, a Linkin Park CD) so he could spoil you and buy you things without worrying about the expenses. In the end, he ends up being at the receiving end of your spoiling because you felt that today was a good day and ended up buying him the CD he’s been eyeing for.

He’s also the type to scold other men for looking down on their partners and start fighting them to treat their partners right; before dating, he already did that but it was much more meaningful to him after you two started dating. If he was already the type to help his female coworkers ask for a day off due to cramps, he upgraded by petitioning to install sanitary pad vending machines in all the women’s restrooms in his workplace and offering to chip in some money for the said machine. At first, you were worried that he did all that just to get your approval or for you to cave in to giving him a chance but Jill and a few other female coworkers of his said that he’s been doing that ever since.

Leon kept the relationship secret for a little bit (he sucked at hiding it); Chris and Jill decided to check if you and him were dating so they said your name in a conversation they made sure Leon could hear loud and clear. In the end, Leon promptly turned around with the most dilated pupils, sparkly eyes, and a giddy ass smile and boom they caught him.

He won’t be the type to ask from you because he’s going to feel like a high-maintenance boyfriend; he’d hint but very subtly if there’s something that he wants and if you somehow managed to guess what he wanted correctly, he’d blush and then admit he did want it but he’ll always add “but I don’t want it a lot, it’s no big deal!”. If you do get him what he wanted, no matter how simple the thing you got him was, he’d always jump around and giggle before giving you a big hug and his “thank you”s.

He’s very cheerful and happy, he’d do his best to make you laugh and smile but if it’s not one of those days, he’d offer to stay silent and just listen to whatever you’re venting. He’d give his own thoughts and advice but he’ll make sure to listen to every single word you say. It would turn into a full-on rant + shit talk session and you always manage to feel a lot better afterwards and that enough is okay for him.

If you were sick, he’d be so worried sick. As soon as you say that your throat’s feeling a little weird, your head is pounding, and your temperature is above normal he WILL fetch you the most heavenly and refreshing jug of water and cook you chicken noodle soup or congee with bits of chicken. He’d bring a tray with your food, water, and Advil. Oh, he’d also have a trash bin ready if you’ll need to vomit. He’d help you up, propping pillows behind you so you’d be able to comfortably sit up in bed. He’d tell you that he’ll take a day off to look after you but you disagree, urging him to go to work the next day because you’re grown and can look after yourself. He’s hesitant but decides to go to work anyway. On the way home, he’d pick up some more pills and some warm food. He also wouldn’t forget to wring the wet towel on top of your forehead and adjust it if needed.

If he was the one sick, he’d try to play off what he was feeling. He’ll try to downplay the itching in his throat and how he’s so dizzy and on the verge of falling over. You’d catch on to him and tell him to get back to bed and rest, while you do the same thing he does for you: cook food, place a damp towel on his forehead, and try to help him out to the best of your ability. He wouldn’t ask for massages but you’d give him one anyway, a sigh of relief occasionally leaving his lips when you soothe the joints he didn’t notice was sore. He feels pathetic whenever he’s sick but he’s very thankful that there’s someone who’s willing to help him and take care of him until he’s back to full health.

When you two got into an argument, he’d feel bad. He got the last word but at what cost? You’re not speaking to him and the only look you’d give him is a glare and side-eye, if he’s lucky– sometimes, you wouldn’t look at him at all. He’d feel extremely guilty and he’d try to talk to you but the cold glare you’d give him was enough to make him forget whatever he wanted to say. He’d try to make up for whatever mistake he made by cleaning up the apartment, arranging your items, cooking you your favorite meals, or driving you to and from wherever you need to be.

He’d ask his female coworkers for help, especially his coworkers in relationships. He’d approach them with a pocket notebook and pen in hand, ready to write away whatever wisdom they’d give. That day, he got off work early and sped home in order to prepare a nice dinner and run a nice, warm bath. When you arrived, he offered to undo the laces of your shoes and pack away your coat and bag. When you were done, he served your favorite meal and watched you eat. He explained how sorry he was and swore to never plant the seeds of anger and resentment in your heart ever again and to be a better boyfriend for you. You chuckled and accepted his apology, giving him a peck to the cheek before continuing to finish your dinner.

If you’re on your period and the blood somehow leaked on the bed, he wouldn’t feel disgusted or get mad at you for staining the sheets. He’d always say that you don’t get to control when you want to bleed and that you have enough troubles for a week every month so cleaning the sheets and replacing them would be one of the things he can do to help you. If you two were somewhere outside and your blood seeped through your jeans, he’d take his jacket and wrap it around your waist. If he didn’t have a jacket around, he’d walk you to the restroom while rushing somewhere to get you some new underwear and pants, along with tampons or pads and some tissues.

If you didn’t own one already, he’d look for those heating pads that wrap around your waist like a giant band-aid in order to ease the cramps in your lower abdomen and back. He’d buy you whatever foods you were craving for and be in his best behavior; cramps could make you cranky and one wrong move from him could ruin the entire day, which he understood. In the entire week you’re bleeding and suffering, he’ll cuddle you as you watch something on the TV and ask if you need anything else. If it’s his turn to do laundry and spotted that you leaked some blood into your clothes, he wouldn’t feel disgusted to take it upon himself and clean it up nicely. It’s just blood and everyone has blood, why would this blood be any worse or any more shameful than blood from nosebleeds or wounds?

During ovulation week, he feels a little flustered that you’re flirting with him a lot more and eyeing him like he’s a tall piece of meat. You’ve also began to be a lot more touchy with him, giggling and breathily whispering into his ear. He feels a little shy, the tips of his ears reddenning because he’s not used to being called “handsome”, “pretty” or “hot”. He does his best to meet your needs but he still finds ovulation to be… interesting. He talked to Chris’ younger sister Claire about it and she said that it’s normal since the hormones are going haywire in that phase.

One night, you came home a little later than you normally do and found Leon in the restroom, trying out your skincare products in small amounts. He was putting them on in the wrong order and applying the wrong amounts, sheepishly grinning at you when he got caught. You offered to help him after changing into much more comfortable clothes, teaching him which creams to use and in what order. In the end, you both fell asleep in the masks you two were meant to wear for only half an hour.

He’d also let you do his make-up, straddling his lap with his arms around your waist as your tongue was poked out in concentration while you did his eyeliner, making sure it was heavy and dramatic with a sharp wing. You told him not to move after he already sneezed twice while you powdered his face, not wanting to mess up the eyeliner work you already did in order to really complete his look. Somehow, he looked so pretty in the make-up you gave him, his lips were even more plump-looking with the gloss and the eyeshadow complimented the frosty blue of his eyes. He’d let you take pictures but he won’t want you to send it out to his coworkers because he’d feel so embarrassed.

After discovering that you know how to manicure and do nail care, he stopped going to the nail salon to get his nails and hands taken care of and let you do it instead. Most of the time, he’ll only have you push back his cuticles and paint a clear coat on them. Every single time, after you finish up making his hands and nails look pretty, he would repay you with hugs and kisses. If you ended up getting your nails done with nail accessories and gems and all things shiny, he’d end up asking to look at your hands and just admire the intricate details on them. With permission, he’d gently run a hand through your nail and feel the textures on them. Sometimes, he’d end up staring for hours on end or repeatedly glance at them again. He’d be even happier if you seem very visibly pleased with the nails you got for yourself.

If you’re insecure about how you look and you’re not feeling very confident about yourself, he’s going to be there to reassure you that you’re not ugly and you’re better than how you currently perceive yourself. If you two were going out and he noticed that you weren’t visibly confident with the outfit you put on, he won’t hesitate to reassure you but he won’t push wearing the outfit on you if it’s really not what you want to wear.

Lastly, he’s probably the type to own reading glasses but not actual prescription glasses. When he does wear them if he’s reading reports or on his laptop, you can’t help but pinch his cheeks because he looks utterly and absolutely loserly and nerdy in them. Like he’d probably get rectangular black metal frames and he only wears it a handful of times. He doesn’t like wearing them because he doesn’t like the feeling of wearing glasses and doesn’t like how he looks with them on but you digress, encouraging him to wear them more often when he’s around you. Sometimes he makes you wear them and now, he finds you cute! He took so many pictures when he made you wear them for the first time, debating if he should change your contact photo on his phone to that one.

NOTE - Big, big thanks to the anon who asked for this!!! I hope I managed to write this one nicely :) I haven't been posting as much as I had when I first started writing bc I haven't been getting much inspo (hence me opening up requests ; I wanna write but my only issue is that I don't know what to write :'c) I still have my asks open so if anyone wants me to write something up, fire up the ask box <3 My bff is going to Japan soon and they said that if they manage to come across a Capcom store, they'll look for the Leon tsum!!!! WAEOWIRXYTGUS- I'm not going to force them to get it but I'd be rlly happy if they did :D I procrastinated doing my paper that's due tomorrow to be able to do this so I'm going to be rushing right after I post this :))) Anyways, thank you to everyone who likes, follows, and reads my fics, it means a lot to me :) I <3333 UUUUUUU !!!!!!!!!

The hanging star divider is made by @benkeibear , the images are colored by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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[truebluehue]

Seven

Greed

“It has been 10 cycles since your iknimaya, when will you settle?”

Ah yes the question that has been thrown at you since you turned 18 cycles.

“Sa’nok, I will when the time comes. I am just not interested in anyone at the moment.” You say exasperatedly. Well no one that isn’t already mated or looking for a third.

“Surely there is someone?” Verya was not a patient woman for anyone except her family. And even she pressures them. “By the time you have your first child I’ll be with Eywa.” 

You sigh. “Sa’nok, I will have a child you will be able to happily meet,” you give a mischievous smirk, “When they connect to the Utral Aymokriyä for the first time.” And with that you rush out of your home, hearing your mother swear behind you.

It wasn’t that you weren’t interested in people. You have had your fair share of offers. It was just that none fit. Mating isn’t just something you wanted to do based on mere attraction or comfort, it was more serious to you than that. You wanted to feel as if Eywa gifted you. You wanted to See someone. It made you feel greedy at times. Sad that you haven't had that feeling yet. As you walk to the forest to get your mother a few fruits you knew she liked, Timun, a close friend walks up, making sure to call out to not spook you.

One concussion was enough.

“Y/N! How is my favorite tsamsiyu doing?” He says with a wide grin. It was only with an eye trained from years of friendship that you can see the slight frantic look of his eyes, his shoulder slightly tense despite his friendly nature.

You raise a brow. “I am well. I’m going to pick fruit for sa’nok.” You respond, sending him the Look.  Are you okay?

Without dropping his grin, he eagerly replies, “I’ll join you.” I am freaking out. Get me out of here. Mental communication received, you both begin the walk towards the woods.

_______________________

“We talked. We actually talk.” Timun says in shock, head between his legs.

“You know. When I invited you here, I actually did expect your help.” Your strained voice comes from the top of a tree, a utumauti fruit just in your reach.

“Y/N. I understand you probably said something to your sa’nok to warrant this, but I am freaking out down here. I actually talked to him. And I didn’t stutter once.” A utumauti lands on his head, causing him to yelp. It’s not the first time he has ranted to you about his crush, Ayekxo. It was sickening how many times you’ve caught him staring as the hunter practices in the range. But, you do agree about one thing. He does have a weirdly nice looking back. Plus you’ve seen the looks Ayekxo gives him in return when Timun’s is turned, wistful in a pitiful, sad ikran way.

Climbing down, you pick up the fruits, turning to Timune to give him an exasperated look. “I’ve already told you. He likes you as well but you won't do anything about it.” You begin the trek back to High Camp, Timun following behind. “It’s just sad the way he looks at you. I bet if you asked him to court he would just skip to mating.”

“What you say and what I think, is very different.” Timun sighs dramatically. “You don’t even know if he also likes males. He hasn’t even been seen with anyone other than women.”

My best friend is a skxawng. And dramatic. How is he in the war party? You thought fondly. “Look, I can confirm it. But we have to wait till we get to my kelku.” 

Timun turns his head to look at you so fast, it has its own breeze. “Confirm what? Confirm how?”

You stop at another utumauti tree. “Get the fruit or you learn nothing.” You smirk.

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It was now evening,and na’vi were dancing everywhere. It is also where. Jake sees you again, dancing with the other unmated women in the center. It was a small celebration in tribute to Eywa but all he could look at was you. The kids had already returned home, he and Neytiri wanted to stay for a bit longer. And boy is he glad he did. IT was almost as if you were floating. Graceful, like a ballerina. He thinks. Beautiful too.

The dance comes to an end, him and Neytiri yipping along with the rest of the People. He has a clear view as you walk by, feeling almost as if he just drunk a whole pot of coffee, feeling a buzz flit through his mind. But he also has a clear view of you walking towards a young male Na’vi, who’s smiling at you a bit too much to his liking. And Jake recognizes him as Timun, a member from the ground team for raids against the RDA. As he hands you a drink, saying something that causes you to laugh, he looks away and watches as another group begins to dance.

And Jake tried. He really did try.

But as he keeps glancing over to you, watching as you and Timun continue talking and laughing, he can tell you guys are close based on your body language. There's a blush to your face making your smile radiate even more. A swarm of butterflies erupted in Jake's stomach, causing him to use all his years of marine training to keep his face straight. Jake looks away, taking a sip of his alcoholic beverage he had beside him. He feels as his thoughts begin to turn. He unsuccessfully tries to drown out the green eyed snake beginning to coil in his stomach, but it does nothing to clear his mind of the way you moved in your performance.

What are they talking about?

Why do you want to know?

They seem close. Are they mated? Courting?

Why do you care?

She looks beautiful tonight.

She does every night, why is it different now?

She should be here with me. 

She’s young, why should she be with you? Besides you have Neytiri.

And it is true. You are younger than him from what he can see. He’s olo’eyktan, and has been for years now. He knows his stomach is softer now. He has 4 children. He’s protective to the point of overbearing strictness at times. He also has Neytiri. Jake sighs, putting on a mask of pleased indifference. Don't get him wrong, he loves his wife. She is everything. She Sees him. So why does he feel greed slowly making a space for you in his heart? Carving the beginnings of a crush that he knows has no possibility of ever coming true? He knows it's not unheard of for a mated pair to mate with a third. But something, the human part of Jake’s mind, feels disgusted with himself.

I feel like I'm cheating and I haven't even done anything. Jake looks at Neytiri, who turns her head and gives him a smile. Jake smiles back and relaxes, turning back to the performances.

Little did he know, his wife and mate were having the same war within herself.

But Eywa doesn’t set paths for no reason.

It was the next morning, Jake and Neytiri spending time with one another since their children were off somewhere.

“Ma'Jake, how do you feel about adding a third?” And just like when she told him at the Spirit Tree that they were mated for life, Jake feel a surprised shock. But he also feels skeptical.

“What do you mean?”

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[daisykihannie]

Heyo!! I was wondering if you could write a smut with Felix and a FtM reader? Just your typical vanilla smut I don’t see this man doing anything else /imo . (Idol AU)

Let Fate Decide (L.FX)

pairing: idol!Felix x ftm!reader

warning: porn with too much plot, vanilla, soft, sweet, making love not fucking, NSFW

A/N: I'm sorry it took me a few days to write! I'm also sorry there's so much plot! I had an idea of how to have you and an idol meet and it turned out so much longer to explain than intended but I hope you enjoy anyways!

Today was Thursday, the day you and your best friend were leaving for California. The both of you being huge Stays and you both were not only able to get floor seats to their concert but you were also able to get tickets for the fan meet. The concert was on Saturday and the fan meet was on Sunday. You both wanted to stay in California for a bit to explore the sights so you'll get there today and won't come home to your shitty little home town until Monday.

"Omg y/n! I can't believe this is actually happening!" your friend exclaimed while skipping around your shared apartment packing. unable to contain their excitement. "did you really just say o-m-g??" you teased, laughing at your best friends antics.

"Shut up y/nnie! I'm gonna die of excitement so my brain isn't working!" they pouted and you couldn't help but to laugh. "When has your brain ever worked though?" you asked while folding a shirt to put in your suit case.

Suddenly your best friend jumped on your back while you leaned over to put the shirt in the luggage that was spread open on your couch. You stumbled a little out of surprise but we're able to stay balanced and standing, bursting into a fit of laughter as the koala clinging to your figure.

"Get off me so I can pack dummy." you said, moving your arms to hold their shins that wrapped around your front so they didn't fall and get hurt. "Nope! you hurt my feelings so this is your punishment!" they said, snorting while holding in their own laughter. "Alex, come on-" you said while wrapping your arms behind your back to reach their very ticklish sides and began to tickle them, causing them to squirm and lose their grip on you, falling to the floor on their back.

You took the opportunity to tackle them on the ground and keep tickling them, they were thrashing and kicking trying to get away but failing none the less. After a bit of torturing Alex, you both were laughing so hard that you had to catch your breath. Them still laying on their back, their knees bent and you sitting on your knees, leaned onto the heels of your feet. After a bit longer packing, you were somehow successful in packing everything in the car and were ready to drive the 12 hours to Los Angeles.

It was now 7pm and you just got up to your shared hotel room with your best friend. Luckily you each had separate beds and we're able to afford the room with a small kitchen, a lounge/living area, and two separate rooms conjoined by a bathroom. It was a really nice hotel room. Honestly quite a bit nicer than your apartment but oh well, this is LA, that's to be expected.

"Let's order dinner. What do you want?" you asked Alex, both of you still laying on your back, stretched out on your bed in the hotel. Neither of you moving to grab your phones to order. "Hmmmm fried chicken and beer?" Alex suggested. "Sounds good." you said, neither of you moving still.

after a few minutes of neither of you ordering Alex spoke up "Who's ordering?" "uhhhhhh" you responded, groaning and sitting up to grab your phone, opening Doordash to place the order. "okay. it'll be here in 30 minutes. I'm gonna go shower." you said, standing up and opening your luggage to grab a baggy black tee-shirt and a pair of boxers before heading to the bathroom and setting the water.

The shower helped relax your cramped muscles from driving for 12 hours. Alex was your permanent passenger prince/princess since they didn't have a license but normally you don't mind since you enjoy driving but 12 hours straight? that's a different story.

After your shower you walked out, wrapped in a towel, not bothering to cover your chest even though you haven't had too much surgery yet, it's still a man's chest and Alex has been your platonic soulmate since you were little. You've both seen each other naked and there's nothing to it. Shit, you both knew things about each other that should've just never been said but, that's how close you two were.

Alex was sitting on the couch in the lounge area, while you got dressed. They say on their phone with the chicken and beer on the small coffee table, waiting for you to start eating. You grabbed the remote from the entertainment center and sat next to Alex, your presence making them put up their phone and open a can of beer for the both of you while you searched Netflix for something to watch.

Both of you decided to start a new Anime. One called Blue Period that looked good and you both had seen people talking about on tiktok a couple times. "Ooh! let's take a photo for Instagram!" Alex said holding up their phone side ways, both of you posing, making sure your chicken, beer, and the hotel could be seen from the shot. "let's take one for my instagram." you said, both of you repeating the same process but you took the picture this time. You both posted and focused on the TV.

It was now Friday afternoon. You and Alex were walking around the outdoor mall to find your concert and fan meet outfits. You decided to find a Felix inspired outfit since he is your bias and Alex was gonna do a Han inspired outfit, him being their bias.

You two were laughing and eating two giant pretzels you'd gotten from Auntie Anne's when you bumped into someone, closing your eyes to brace for the pain about to hit your butt, but you never hit the floor. Opening your eyes you see a man with a black baseball cap, a black face mask, and the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen.

"I'm so sorry. are you okay?" he asked in a thick Australian accent that made butterflies explode in your stomach. "I'm doing so much better now that I'm in the arms of such a beautiful man." You flirted to hide your embarrassment, you're a natural flirt and he was pretty. What were you supposed to do? NOT flirt with him?

The man helped you back to your feet, the tips of his ears turning slightly pink. "Well um, thank you. I'm glad your okay." he said and looked at his feet shyly.

so fucking adorable omg I could just eat him-

That's when he noticed your pretzel was on the ground. "Oh shoot- your pretzel. Here, let me buy you a new one." he said grabbing your wrist and dragging you just a few feet away but to the Auntie Anne's stand. "You don't have to Hun. It was only like $10." you said trying to reassure him that he didn't need to spend his money on you.

"it's the least I can do after running into you and making you drop your pretzel. You didn't even get a chance to take a bite of it yet." the masked man said, not taking no for an answer. You let out a giggle at how adorable he was being "You know you're really cute. You should give me your number." you said while he paid the worker and handed you the brand new pretzel.

He laughed at your statement. "I wish I could but really, I can't do that." he said regretfully. This man was having a really fun time with you but there's no way he could give out his number. "Awe~ do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend already? or maybe you're not into guys?" you asked in a teasing tone and a pout on your lips.

"No no no- it's nothing like that. it's just-" the man was cut off by your response. "Oh~ so you are into guys?" you couldn't help the urge to tease him. He was too adorable when he got flustered even though you could only see half his face, his ears turned a bright pink again at your teasing.

"I didn't say that!" he said, flustered. "So you're straight?" you asked with another pout and puppy dog eyes, causing the Australian to look away. "No- okay I'm Bi. happy?" he asked, still avoiding your eyes in embarrassment.

"I'd be happy if the pretty man that just told me he is in fact into guys, gave me his number." you said continuing your teasing. "Look- how about this. I'll make you a deal." the male started. You gave him puppy dog eyes, tilting your head to show you were listening.

"I'm only in LA for a couple days. If we somehow meet again while I'm here, then I'll give you my number. It's like a test of fate. If we are meant to talk more, then fate will bring us back together." he said and you couldn't help but smile. "Deal." you said holding out your hand for him to shake. His small hands clasp around your large ones in a firm hand shake. "Your hands are adorable by the way." you said and walked away, back to Alex who was waiting for you, scrolling through their phone, seeing you the two of you went back to shopping while you kept thinking about the male you'd just met.

You both finished shopping and went back to the hotel and did a mini fashion show for each other to decide what you'd wear tomorrow to the concert. The concert is tomorrow and you were about to jump out of your own skin with excitement. You two have been Stays since the pre-debut survival show and this is the first concert you'd been able to actually go to.

After deciding on your outfits, you both got dressed and decided to go out for dinner. It was a nice restaurant and the two of you were seated on the balcony, surrounded by fairy lights. You both decided to capture the moment taking a few photos together again, sipping on the wine you'd ordered and talking about what the setlist might be.

The nightlife in LA was gorgeous. So many pretty sights, people all around, etc. You two were walking on the Santa Monica peer after eating your dinner, slightly tipsy, just enjoying the cool breeze on your faces, blowing through your hair. You couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Today's the day of the concert and to say you were about to pee your pants was an understatement. You were excited, anxious, scared, nervous, giddy, etc. You were wearing your Felix inspired outfit based off what he wore in the Party's not over MV. Alex was wearing Han's outfit from the same music video. You were matching while representing your biases, the sunshine twins.

You guys were standing in line outside the venue, tickets pulled up from your emails. This was gonna be the longest 30 minutes ever. Just 30 minutes till you get to see your boys in person, live, sweating, performing, singing, rapping, everything you waited years to see what's finally happening in just 25 minutes.

You and Alex found your seats, barricade seats almost completely in the middle. You were so close you could reach out and touch the stage. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the concert was starting.

Your eyes were locked on Felix almost all night. You two making eye contact a few times. Him throwing flying kisses at you as well. It all still felt like a dream. It came to the fan service part and Felix sat at the edge of the stage in front of you and Alex. For some reason Felix felt drawn to you. There was some sort of connection there that he couldn't explain.

When he sat down and complimented you and Alex's outfits, recognizing them, your eyes met and it hit him why there was a connection. The mall. You were the flirty guy who he told to let fate decide if you should get his number. He recognized you but you seemed to star struck to piece it together.

Han joined Felix when he saw him and complimented Alex on their outfit noticing it was his outfit from the MV to Party's not over. They called the other members over to see and they all got really excited and told you two that next time you should dress as the other members. They jokingly argued about who before separating and going to the other fans.

Felix couldn't stop staring at you for the rest of the concert. Wondering if you figured it out. Finally at the end of the concert and the boys were leaving the stage it clicked. "Holy shit!" you screamed at Alex, both of you still unable to hear well from the loud music.

You both picked up McDonald's on the way back to the hotel. When you both got undressed, took showers, and sat down to watch anime and eat the McDonald's, you decided to explain the situation to Alex.

"no shit! no fucking way! how can you tell? the guy at the mall's face was almost completely covered." Alex said in shock. "I know that but the eyes are the same, the deep Australian voice, the way he walks, the size of his hands, the ring on his index finger, all of it is identical! I swear it was him and I think he recognized me too! did you see how he kept staring at me like I was the idol?" you were slightly raising your voice out of shock from the realization.

Fate brought you two back together and tomorrow is the fan sign where it'll be your third meeting. He can't fight fate on this. But how TF is he going to react? He promised to give you his number but he's an idol. there's no way he'll actually be able to give it to you. You now understand why he couldn't give it to you at the mall.

Today's the fan meet. You decided to wear Felix's outfit from the maxident trailer today for the fan meet. You were honestly so antsy after your discovery that you couldn't stay still. Your mind was going a million miles a minute. You gotta keep your composure. Be your flirty self. Don't show him that you were about to cry bc you had flirted with Felix, an internationally famous idol, no.

You and Alex were moving further up the line until Alex was next. From left to right it was oldest to youngest. Chan being the first one you'd meet and Jeongin being the last. You were shaking just a little bit. Antsy and excited as you watched everyone make their way down the line, holding hands and interacting with the boys.

"Next!" You heard the manager yell and jumped slightly. It was your turn now. You walked up the steps of the platform to where Chan sat, sitting in front of him and intertwining your hands like you two had done this a million times before.

"And what's your name handsome?" Chan asked you and you remembered one of his messages on bubble. "Didn't you say my name was Mrs. Bang? I think Mr. Bang fits me better tho don't you think?" you said leaning forward with your normal flirty behavior, taking Chan off guard before he laughed. "I did say that didn't I?" he asked with a chuckle. "So it's Y/N Bang." you responded and he wrote a cute little message next to his signature for you.

You continued flirting with each member down the line and now you were sat in front of your mystery man. You two locking eyes and a smirk grew on your lips when his eyes went wide seeing you yet again. "Hmmmm it seems fate has caused us to meet three times now. I think you owe me something now." you said leaning forward, elbows on the table and your chin resting on your hands.

"Y/N... now you know why I can't give you my number. But..." He paused looking around to make sure no one was looking and flipped to the back of your album before writing something. "a deal is a deal and I'm a man of my word." he said, unable to resist the pull you had on him.

He handed the album next to him to Seungmin since you'd be meeting him next. "I don't know why I'm doing this but there's just something about you that-" he was cut off when you leaned even closer to him. "what? makes you wanna ruin me? makes you wanna hear what I sound like when you have me in bed?" you whispered teasing him and moving your feet up his shin teasing him. "Fuck..." he mumbled in response as the images flooded his head.

Your time was up and as you stood, you walked shaking your hips a bit at Felix knowing he was watching you and his eyes finding their way to your ass. He bit his lips as he felt a bit restricted in his pants. Thank God for the table and table cloth that hit the floor.

After going all the way through, you told Alex that you needed to run to the restroom really quick. There were only a few people after you so, Felix should be able to check his phone soon. Your timing had to be perfect. You went into the men's restroom and checked that all the stalls were empty. You pulled out your phone taking a mirror pic of yourself. Your shirt pulled up, the hem of it between your teeth showing your abs a bit, hooking your thumb into the waistband of your pants to pull them down, exposing your V-line and just a little bit of stubble underneath.

After taking the lewd pic, you typed in the number written in the back of your album and sent it to Felix. You put yourself back together, washing your hands and your phone chimed. A message from Felix already.

"You- I know where that bathroom is. don't go anywhere." was all the message said. You love the chase but you were too intrigued to not listen. Soon after Felix walked into the bathroom to see you sitting on the sink counter waiting for him.

"God- I don't understand what the fuck your doing to me BUT- I can't help myself. Can I touch you?" he asked and fuck, being asked for consent has never been more sexy than when Felix did it.

"I'd be pretty upset if you didn't to be honest." you said as you stepped between your legs, placing his hands on your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet with a bit of heat in it. like Felix was fighting everything inside him to take you on that counter. It was so hot feeling him fighting his own self control all because of you.

You and Felix couldn't keep your hands or mouths off each other as you walked into his hotel room, both of your clothes flying everywhere. Soft moans and pants leaving your mouth as his lips were attached to your neck, walking you backwards and onto his bed. You finished taking off your pants and boxers to expose your soaked cunt. He removed his pants to free his rock hard cock.

The tip was red and angry, leaking pre-cum as he paused at the sight in front of him. You were on your back, legs spread, propped up on your elbows, staring up at him through your eyelashes. Lust and Need displayed onto your face. "Like what you see?" you asked him as he licked his lips at the sight. Your dick glistening while your hole was clenching around nothing.

"Fuck- you're so fucking pretty." he growled, climbing back on top of you, his cock rubbing against yours, a groan erupting from your throat as you threw you head back. He took the opportunity to continue sucking on your neck. Your hands tangled into his hair as you began rolling your hips to rub your dicks together.

A low growl escaped from his chest at the friction. "you're so fucking wet. god-" he groaned as he moved his hand between your bodies, using your arousal to lube his index and middle finger, rubbing them between your folds. "Can I fuck you with my fingers pretty boy?" he asked and there it was again. Consent was sexy.

"Please lix" you purred at the man as he pushed his fingers inside of you, curling them to hit your sweet spot. A loud, almost pornographic, moan falling from your lips, the hand in his hair tightening a bit at the feeling. "You're so fucking tight. you feel so fucking good on my fingers." he praised against your chest, leaving kisses and hickeys along the soft skin.

He fucked you on his fingers for a bit before he pulled them out of you, locking eyes with yours while you were panting from how he was working his magic. He stuck out his tongue, pushing the coated fingers into his mouth and moaning around them. "You taste sweeter than I thought." he said before kissing you again, the same softness and need in it as before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you moan into his mouth.

"L-lix please... I need you." you panted against his mouth when you two separated for air. This time he didn't need to ask for consent. He reached into the pocket of his jeans that were in a pile on the floor, pulling out a condom (always stay prepared). You took it from his hands and scooted up on the bed so your head was rested on the pillows, maintaining eye contact while opening the package with your teeth.

He took the chance to follow you up the bed, kneeling between your spread legs, cock twitching and leaking in need. After taking the condom out of the package you rolled it down his length teasing him a bit and stroking your hand up and down a few times before lining him up with your entrance and letting him push into you.

He pushed in slowly with a groan, feeling you wrap around him. "Fuck you feel so fucking good. so tight." he said and stopping once he bottomed out inside you to let you adjust. He noticed your tight grip on the sheets as he took your hand into his and kissed your knuckles, soothing you the best he could.

After a few moments of Felix staying still and peppering your hands, arms, neck, and face with kisses, you finally adjusted to his size. "You- you can move now." you said letting out airy breaths, making eye contact with the blonde above you with a small smile of reassurance that you were okay.

He attached your lips together in a slow, passionate, kiss before slowly pulling out and pushing in again. He kept the pace slow and soft, feeling every inch of you wrapping around his length. He was letting out deep and airy moans against your lips while intertwining his fingers into yours and handing your hands, pinning them to the bed next to you head in a romantic way.

You two were in such sync that it was a little scary. Every touch on your body felt like sparks to fuel the fire forming in the pit of your stomach as he took his time with you. It was unlike any other time you've had sex. You were used to rough and fast paced sex. Bordering on hate-fucking but this was miles apart from that.

Felix put so much passion and care into every movement and touch. It was soft, slow, and sensual and in no way boring as most people would think vanilla sex would be like. Every single nerve ending was heightened and it made you feel high. The way he praised you, kissed you, made you feel good, and the way he took care of your body and mind every single step of the way.

You were feeling a familiar knot forming in your stomach as Felix's pace and thrusts became a bit sloppier than before and you could feel him twitching inside of you. You were both getting close. "F-felix... I'm- I'm cl- close." you whimpered out, kissing him again, a bit sloppier and needier before but none of the passion and care from before was missing.

"Me too baby- fuck. Please, cum for me." He moaned, almost begging. Hearing his deep voice, raspy and begging you to cum on his cock was all it took to have your body tumbling over the edge of the cliff into one of the strongest orgasms you've ever experienced. You were moaning loudly, tears began to fall from your eyes as the pure ecstasy ripped through your body.

Felix chased his own high as you tightened around him when you came, pushing him over the edge. His deep moans creating a perfect harmony with your own moans. His left chaste kisses down your body as he pulled out, falling to the side as you both panted heavily. Stars were still filling your vision.

Felix was playing with your hands, his head on your chest and one leg rested over your thighs. Both of you hit with exhaustion and just enjoying each other's company. "Here in a bit, let me run you a bath and get you cleaned up yeah?" he said while using his hand to push the hair clinging to your forehead out of your face, smiling at you when your eyes met again. You nodded softly with a smile of your own "that sounds great." you replied and kissed his forehead softly.

~Back at the Hotel~

"God! I can't believe they just fucking left me there!" Alex was pacing in the hotel room after having taken an Uber back since again, they can't drive. Leaving your car at the venue.

They'd already texted you a million and one times, leaving thousands of missed calls. They called you again, leaving yet another voicemail. "[Your first, middle, and last name] I swear to fuck that dick you're getting better be worth leaving me at the venue! You better get home in the next 30 minutes or I'm using your credit card to treat myself as an apology!"

#daisyhaneul requests #skz imagines #skz #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids #straykids smut #stray kids fanfic #Felix #lee felix #skz felix #felix x reader

[tzuyuscloud]

Iced Americano please Kim Minji x fem reader

Everyday on your way to the bookstore you walk pass the neighborhood skatepark where she is often found. She has long brown hair that stays tied up, big brown eyes and is always flooding in her clothes. You like to take extra time when passing the park just to admire her beauty from afar because god forbid you ever speaking to her in fear of embarrassing yourself.

The bookstore was always quiet and was nicely decorated by the owner who happened to be your boss. The same old customers came by checking out mangas and renting other books, nothing exciting ever happened. Until the bell rang indicating that someone walked in,

“Hello.” you softly spoke and a soft voice responded with a, “hi” causing you to look up and see skater girl. You physically felt your heart skip a few beats as your jaw hit the floor. Clearing your throat and rubbing your eyes you focused your view on the girl who was in the romance mangas section looking through a few books.

With a book in her hands, she made her way to the counter where you stood. “is this all for today?” you asked nervously.

“could I also get your number?” The girl asked with a smile that lit up the room. You felt like you were gonna pass out if she looked at you any more.

“I-Um y-yeah sure” you stuttered as you rung up the book. “that’s a great series by the way” you nervously laughed.

The girl smiled, “really? I heard it was good so I had to see for myself” she said. “Ill call you” she winked before exiting the store with her skateboard rested under her pit.

At the end she left with your number and heart.

You couldn’t believe the last twenty minutes, pinching you arm constantly in hopes that the universe was just playing mind games but no, pretty girl was in fact in the store and asked for your number. When you realized she never gave you her name…

After your shift you closed up store just to see the same pretty girl leaning up against the building with her skateboard leaning next to her. “Gosh I was scared that you slept there too, you get off so late” she said with her brows furrowed slightly showing concern for you walking home late.

The fact that she asked for your number and then waited for you had you doing summersaults in your head. “Oh yeah I work closing shift on the weekends.” You nervously laughed.

“where do you live?” The girl asked as she walked beside you.

You pointed down the long street, “i live at the end of the block over there.”

“Oh really!? I live on the same street! That’s why I like to come skate a lot because its just down the street. Oh by the way my name is Minji. I forgot to introduce myself, Kim Minji”

Kim Minji. The name suits her so well. You felt yourself staring at the girl for a while until she finally got you out of your trance. “what’s your name, pretty girl?” she smirked causing heat to rush to your face.

“Ahem..y/n” you tried to hide your blush but Minji saw it and couldn’t help but tease you.

“Your blush is as cute as your name” Curse this woman being so smooth with her compliments, your face was never gonna feel the cool evening breeze again with how heated its getting.

The both of you emerged in deep conversation, topic after topic outside of y/n’s house until 1am hit. “its getting late and you need your sleep. How about we get some coffee tomorrow?” Minji smiled as she helped you stand up.

“Ill be waiting” you responded before saying your goodbyes. Not long after did you receive a message from what seemed to be Minji.

Unknown: ill pick you up at noon

Unknown: Save my number as ‘Minji 💜’

Minji 💜: goodnight cutie ^3^

—

Next day

As promised, Minji was at your door step exactly at Noon in baggy streetwear and skateboard tucked under her arm. This time she wore her hair in two buns with strands of hair falling into her face making her look cuter than before, if that was even possible.

“I know a great coffee shop nearby” Minji said, “they have great Iced Americanos”

On the way there she tried to get you to ride her skateboard which just ended up being you standing on the board while she held you up. Her laughter was the best thing you’ve heard in a long while.

“What do you want?” Minji asked you at the counter. “um I don’t know, I don’t drink a lot of coffee” you answered leaving her faced distorted in judgement.

“How do you survive with no coffee? Oh you poor soul” She joked. “Here you should try-“

“I’ll try your drink” You decided catching her off guard. “Oh well, two iced americanos please!” she smiled to the cashier who looked done with their shit.

Minji happily drank the coffee while watching you chug the drink in front of you. “Bro this is good” you gasped.

“you’re already using my slang thats cute” Minji teased you. The rest of your date went smooth ending with her dropping you back off at your porch, but this time she leaned in leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight pretty girl” she winked before dropping her skateboard on the ground and skating down the street.

#kpop gg #kpop scenarios #new jeans #newjeans scenarios #minji scenarios #kim minji x fem reader #kim minji scenarios

[foxy-eva]

Lucky Number

Summary: When Spencer and his girlfriend run into Elle years after she left the FBI, they quickly realize that there's an undeniable tension between them that begs to be released.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader x Elle Greenaway (yes, it's a threesome)

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) drinking alcohol (responsibly),  a hint at an exhibitionist kink, threesome (F/F/M), teasing, oral (both receiving), handjob, fingering, penetrative sex (both protected and unprotected)

Author's Note: Listen… I have no excuses. There's a very chaotic bonus ending you probably shouldn't read. This is a warning. 

Word Count: 2.9k

Masterlist

I wasn't sure if the steady beat of the music playing in the bar or Spencer's hands gliding over my back were causing the tingling sensation in my chest. Either way, I was feeling more content in that moment than I had in months. 

I took a sip of my gin tonic and it left a bitterness on my tongue that was quickly replaced by the sweetness of Spencer's kiss. He was pushing me flush against his body as his lips met mine while his hands rested on the small of my back. 

It was unlike him to display as much affection in public, the alcohol must have made him a bit more courageous. I didn't mind, though. I appreciated the way he showed the whole crowd in that bar in New York City that I was his. 

And he was mine. 

When his mouth left mine to place featherlight kisses on my neck, I dared to open my eyes for a moment. That was when I saw her. 

A woman a few years my elder was watching Spencer and me with a devilish smirk on her face. When she noticed that I had caught on to her staring, she didn't look away. 

I didn't either.

Spencer nipped on the sensitive skin of my neck and I couldn't hold back a whimper from escaping my throat. There was no way this woman could have heard that, but she winked at me anyway. It was as if she was studying each of my reactions to my boyfriend's touch. 

I knew that I should have been bothered by a stranger watching us so blatantly but the way her eyes lit up as she watched us excited me. The thought that Spencer's actions didn't only arouse me but her as well was thrilling to say the least. 

Spencer's mouth found mine once more and I dared to close my eyes but couldn't rid myself of the image of our observer. My heart started fluttering at the thought of her still watching us. I needed to know if she was still there. 

Pulling back from Spencer, I spotted this woman walking in our direction and felt my heart skipping a beat.

"You two should get a room," was the first thing she said to us. 

Spencer turned around and almost jumped when he saw her. 

"Hi Reid," she chuckled. 

They knew each other? 

"Elle… hi!" Spencer exclaimed.

Elle. 

This mysterious woman who unabashedly observed our make-out session was Elle. Spencer had mentioned her when he told me about his first few years at the BAU. 

"I see you finally managed to ask someone out," she stated with a grin. 

"I did… Y/N, this is Elle Greenaway, we used to work together," Spencer mumbled.

"It's nice to meet you," I said while still trying to understand what was going on. 

Spencer's cheeks had taken on a crimson shade and I couldn't tell whether it was me who had caused that or Elle. 

"So, what brings you two to New York?" She wanted to know. 

I took another sip of my drink before responding, "We needed a little vacation."

Spencer still looked like his brain had trouble processing what was going on when he said, "I didn't know you live here now."

"I joined the NYPD after I left the bureau," she explained. 

A moment of silence followed with neither of us knowing what to say until Elle suggested sitting down at a table on the other side of the bar. Even though this wasn't exactly how I imagined this night to go, I still agreed to give them some time to catch up. 

When Spencer and Elle were reminiscing about their years working together, I noticed an undeniable chemistry between them and wondered if there was more to their relationship than they let show. We clinked our glasses several times until my usual filter was gone completely. 

I needed to know, so I interrupted their conversation. 

"Did you guys ever hook up?" 

They both looked at me like deer caught in headlights. Spencer must have thought that I was getting jealous because he took my hand before sincerely telling me, "No, we didn't. Nothing ever happened between us."

I couldn't explain why that somehow disappointed me. 

"But I thought about it," Elle suddenly confessed, having Spencer look at her in shock.

"What?" She snickered, "I always thought that your lips looked very kissable."

"They are," I agreed before placing a quick peck against them. 

"Yeah you made that very clear earlier. You two look so good together," Elle said. 

"Is that why you were watching us?" I wanted to know. 

"Yes, that and because I couldn't stop imagining what it would feel like to get in the middle of you two."

Spencer's jaw dropped and before he could even grasp where this conversation was leading, I giggled, "Maybe you should try it."

"Y/N!" Spencer squeaked.

Spencer and I had talked about my fantasy of sharing him with another woman before but until this moment I thought that it was just that – a fantasy. I would have never actively pursued this idea even though he didn't seem opposed to it when I let him in on it. In fact, me whispering all those things I would like to do with another woman and him into his ear aroused him more than he would have liked to admit. 

"What? It's not like we haven't talked about it," I protested. 

Elle raised one eyebrow as she looked at the both of us, her voice sounding deeper than before when she suggested, "Now that's interesting. Maybe we should go get a room together."

Spencer turned his head to face me and asked, "Are you serious about this?"

I nodded, "I am. As long as you're comfortable with it." 

"Yeah, I am," Spencer said. 

"I need you to be sure about this," I reminded him. 

Spencer and I both looked at Elle who had been following our conversation with a smirk prominent on her face. She got up from her chair and walked over to me before grabbing my hand to pull me into a standing position. With a firm grip on my waist she pushed her body against mine. 

Her lips were mere inches away from mine and I started to feel like my skin was on fire. 

"Do you want this, Y/N?," she purred. 

I couldn't answer her then, instead I let our lips meet in a tentative kiss. Elle was quick to take the lead and deepen our connection with her tongue brushing over mine. I could feel Spencer's eyes on us, roaming over our bodies as we lost ourselves in the kiss. 

Elle was the one to pull back and step away to find her home in my boyfriend's lap instead. Her fingertips brushed over his cheeks before he harshly grabbed her face to close the distance. As I watched my boyfriend kissing another woman all I could think about was if he could still taste me on her lips. 

I placed my hand on Spencer's shoulder to get his attention. Turning his head, he flashed me a worried look until he recognized the lust burning in my eyes. 

"Let's get out of here," I suggested. 

The taxi ride to our hotel felt unreal, as if our surroundings were covered in a haze. Curious hands wandered over the thin fabric covering thighs and waists until I wasn't able to tell which fingertips belonged to whom. 

The three of us were giggling when we stumbled into the hotel room but those sounds were soon replaced by sighs and whines as we explored each other's lips and necks. Elle seemed eager to show the both of us the same amount of attention whereas Spencer and I seemed to have long forgotten that it was usually just the two of us. 

With joined effort we helped each other shed every piece of clothing until our skin could touch without any barrier. Elle's mouth never left mine when she pushed me onto the bed. When she kissed down my neck I locked eyes with my boyfriend, still standing beside the bed, watching us. 

"Come here," I breathed and reached my hand out to him. 

He found his way into my arms and gently kissed my cheek. 

"Are you okay, Spencer?" I wanted to make sure. 

Elle stopped her attacks against my neck when she heard my words and looked at Spencer instead. 

"I'm okay, just… a little overwhelmed," he sincerely told us. 

Elle shifted her position so she was lying beside Spencer as well, chuckling, "That's okay, pretty boy. I'm sure we'll find a way for you to relax."

With one woman on each of his sides, Spencer leaned his head back against the pillow, reveling in the sensation of us caressing his neck and chest. When Elle's hand wandered down his body to wrap her fingers around his erection, a whimper escaped his throat. 

Elle locked eyes with him, teasing, "Wow, you really are extraordinary, huh?"

I looked down at his body and snickered, "He's so pretty, right?"

Spencer covered his eyes with his hands and groaned, "God, you two are going to be the death of me!"

Elle kissed her way down his body until she found his hardness. I wouldn't have been able to avert my eyes from her even if I had tried to. There was something incredibly erotic about watching another woman taking my boyfriend's cock into her mouth. 

The moan that fell from Spencer's lips once Elle’s mouth sank down on him sent sparks through my body. 

Turning my head to look at Spencer, I cooed, "You like that, huh?" 

"Fuck yes!"

He found my mouth in a greedy kiss as if he wanted to show me who he really belonged to. His hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts before wandering between my legs. When he found me already dripping with desire he groaned into the kiss. 

His fingertips rubbed over my most sensitive spot before he let two of his digits glide into me. My body started trembling when he worked his fingers inside me just the way he knew I liked. Elle left her position from between my boyfriend's legs to hover on top of him instead. Her lips brushed over my cheek until I turned my head to kiss her. I couldn't stop my hand from dancing over the curves and dips of her body, curious to explore every inch of her. 

When my hand found her heat, she shifted slightly so I could make contact. I explored her folds before drawing circles around the nub of her core. She started singing my praise in the form of moans and sighs. Her sounds were so mesmerizing that Spencer forgot about his hand between my legs for a moment. He couldn't decide whether to look at her face or where my hand was bringing her pleasure. 

When I carefully entered her body with my fingers, he seemed to remember about his abandoned mission and started moving his hand once more. 

"Sorry," he chuckled, "I was distracted."

"Yeah, me too," I told him while still looking at Elle. 

She was basically grinding against my palm at this point, her arousal covering most of my hand. Just when she threw her head back, I felt her walls pulsating around my fingers. I was so enamored by her reaction to my touch that I didn't even consider slowing down my movements until she shied away from my touch. 

She motioned for Spencer to remove his hand from my center and pushed against my shoulder until I was lying on my back. 

She winked at Spencer and cooed, "My turn."

I didn't realize what she meant with that until she started kissing her way down my body. She lingered at my chest, licking and kissing each nipple until I felt lightheaded. My hand found Spencer's erection but I wasn't able to do more than stroke him lightly every couple of moments. 

He didn't seem to mind. Whenever my thumb would brush over his leaking tip, he would tremble under my touch anyway.  His eyes were glued on Elle and I, obviously enjoying the view. When she found her home between my thighs she didn't waste any time letting her tongue glide through my folds, exploring me as if she tried to imprint my uniqueness into her memory.

She stopped for a moment to look up at the both of us. "I want you to fuck me, Spencer."

It took him a moment to understand the meaning of the words we just heard. When he did, he looked at me to ask, "Are you okay with this?"

I reassured him, "Yes I am."

He left my side to get off the bed and find a condom. Elle continued what she had interrupted, bringing me closer to the edge with the steady motions of her tongue. I watched Spencer as he put on the condom and got onto bed behind Elle. He let his hands glide over the curve of her backside before gripping her hips and lifting them slightly to bring her into the right position. 

When he slowly entered her, she stopped what she was doing to moan into my skin instead. 

Before Spencer started moving he wanted to know the same thing he always asked me in this situation and it made me smile. "You okay?" 

Elle turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eyes, groaning, "Yeah, I'm okay. Now will you please fuck me?"

"Gladly." 

It took her a moment to adjust to the sensation of my boyfriend thrusting into her before she could keep on pleasuring me. She pushed two fingers into me and moved them at the same pace Spencer was pounding into her. Her lips vibrated against my folds anytime she couldn't hold her moans back. 

When I locked eyes with Spencer I could have sworn he had never looked more beautiful with his darkened eyes, glistening skin and rosy cheeks. I kept my eyes on him when Elle let me find my release, my whole body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me.

It didn't take long for Elle to follow me into this sensation of pure bliss. Her cheeks felt hot against my thigh when she leaned her face against them, singing us the same praise she did moments before. I was expecting Spencer to fall over the edge with us as well but he didn't seem to have found relief yet when he slowed down his movements. 

He moved away from her and took the condom off before he lay down beside me. His cock still looked painfully hard. Wrapping my hand around it, I looked at him as I moved it up and down with a firm grip. 

"What do you need, Spencer?" 

He stared at me with the utmost adoration in his eyes before he asked me, "Can I uhm… come inside you?" 

Elle got up from the mattress and laughed, "Such a romantic!"

"You don't have to leave," I told her as she walked away from the bed. 

"No, I'm good. I just want to take a shower real quick," she said before disappearing in the bathroom. 

I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend to pull him on top of me. He moved with me until he was hovering over me and let me reach between our bodies to guide him into my waiting heat. With my arms and legs around his bodies I didn't allow any distance between us as he started moving and lost himself inside my embrace. 

It didn't take long for him to bury his face into the crook of my neck, moaning against my skin as pleasure overcame him. He was twitching inside me as any remaining tension left his body and he found relief at last. Gently he kissed the side of my face before he lay down beside me. When Elle came out of the bathroom, she quickly picked up her clothes from the floor and put them on. 

"Elle, you can stay if you want," Spencer offered. 

"I'm not the type to cuddle afterwards but thank you for the offer. Really, I had a lot of fun with the both of you tonight. Goodnight, lovebirds!" Elle chirped after gathering all her things and walked towards the hotel room door. 

BONUS ENDING

Author's Note: Here's a very chaotic bonus ending I wrote solely for my own amusement. Don't read it if you don't want to see things getting unhinged.

Before Elle touched the door handle, she turned around with a wide grin on her face. Looking at Spencer she said, "I just realized that now that I had sex with you, I have officially slept with every profiler I used to work with."

"Wait, what? …Even Hotch?" He paused for a second before his eyes widened and he exclaimed, "GIDEON?!"

"Gideon was very kind and gentle. Unlike Hotch, who–"

"Stop! I really don't want to know," Spencer interrupted her. 

"Alright, I'll tell you about it next time then. Call me when you happen to be in town," Elle chuckled before she stepped out of the room. 

I turned to Spencer who still looked shocked at her words. When he found my eyes, he mumbled, "Next time?"

I placed a soft kiss on his lips before responding, "We'll see about that."

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i love you so <3

{softdom!bangchan x f!reader}

warnings: morning sex, domestic, praise, thigh riding, handjob, chan worships the reader, like seriously he just loves the reader

this is for my bestie, i know this took forever, im so sorry!! i hope you like ittt <3

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this feels nice, you think. there could not be a more perfect feeling than the one that you are experiencing right now. the light from the window is illuminating your shared bedroom with chan. the warmth of the plush covers, and chan's bare chest provide you with placidness. finally, the deep and steady breath coming from him also adds to the domectisisidy of your morning.

while trying to wake yourself up, you trace little shapes and lines with your index finger on chan's chest. tracing the line situated in the middle of it. the barely apparent rises and falls of chan's breathing soothes the slight soreness of your neck, caused from the happenings of last night.

your mind begins to wander to what you both did. flashes of your memories fill up your mind. the gentle touches, the light kisses, the general softness of the evening brought a beautiful smile to your face, and a faint blush on your cheeks.

your eyelids are becoming less and less heavy by the minute, until you feel like you're finally ready to get out of bed. however, you do not wish to. you're just so comfortable with chan beside you, that you decide to skip your morning lavender tea.

you take a look at chan's gracefully handsome face. you stare in awe at his sleeping face. his lips are slightly parted, his head facing the side of the bed, and his hair the perfect combination of messy and curly (like it always is). 'how is he so precious?' you ask yourself.

without thinking too much, you reach out your arm, and gently cup chan's face, careful as to not wake him up. however, his head starts moving slightly, indicating that he's awake. "good morning chan," you say delicately.

"good morning baby, did you sleep well?" he asks, eyes opening up. his voice is deep and raspy from just waking up.

you answer him with nod, and ask him the same question. he responds saying he also slept well. "i was just admiring you before you woke up," you say to him.

chan's face turns a light shade of pink, and he giggles a bit. he's always been bad at taking sincere compliments, or any sort of compliments actually. however, you just reinstate your point until he finally agrees with you, that he is beautiful.

"fine, but if i'm pretty, you're prettier," is what he says before stopping you from saying anything by giving you a kiss on the lips. it was soft, and slow, perfect for the mornings. you pull away, chan refusing to let go, and he plants many other kisses on your face. on your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, and even your chin.

"okay now i'm done," he says before getting out of bed, and going to put on a hoodie. you do the same, sealing one of his, honestly chan is quite used to this so it doesn't faze him. you cling onto his shoulders while you both walk into the kitchen.

the beginning of your morning passes by how it normally would. you and chan would make breakfast together, then cuddle for a little bit while watching tv. however, you cannot help but notice that chan's grip on you is tighter than normal. he wouldn't even let you leave to go to the bathroom or to put away your dish.

since you and chan have been together for a while now, you know that there are only a few possibilities for chan's clinginess.

one, he just came back from a long trip, and hasn't seen you. but, that is not possible.

two, he's tired, and would like to hold you. this is also not possible since you both had restful nights.

and finally, three. he's needy. you think that this may be the possible answer. so, you decide to check if your hunch is right. while you both are laying on the couch, chan's arm still wrapped firmly around your waist, you lean in to give your boyfriend a kiss on the lips.

he reciprocates your action, quickly inserting his tongue inside your mouth. although the pace may seem slow, and the kiss looks to be quite innocent to a third party, you can tell that this is no ordinary kiss. this is one full of passion and desire.

forgetting about the tv show that you can't seem to remember at this exact moment, chan lifts you so that your legs are surrounding his left thigh. he puts you down on his legs, and gently moves you back and forth on it. the action being so weak, and soft it starts to make you want a little more.

chan is the first to pull away, and he looks at you innocently. however, there's a glint of neediness in his eyes. "i know we did it last night, but you just look so beautiful today y/n. i couldn't stop myself."

"don't worry channie, i feel the same way. now kiss me please?" you ask, already leaning in. this time the kiss was rougher, and chan situated his hands on either side of your hips. his hands grab at the flesh there, and move you more on his thigh. every so often, he flexes his thigh, surprising you.

today feels quite different from your usual private time with chan. it feels softer, and more romantic. it isn't that chan doesn't make love to you sensually, he has never once made you feel unloved in the bedroom.

though, perhaps the want in his eyes, and actions make today different. overall, all you can do right now is just focus on your boyfriend.

"god, you're so pretty in my hoodie y/n. you just looked so gorgeous this morning too." chan says between kisses. he brings his index and middle finger to your pussy. his fingers dip in between your folds, and rub around your entrance.

"you're so wet. so beautifully wet for me." he says. you look down at him, and see his erection through his sweatpants. you palm him a little. you can tell chan is sensitive since he instantly moans, and leans his head back.

"continue for me like that. just like that, good girl." he takes your hand and presses it harder into him, his hips jolting a little at the contact.

you pull down his sweatpants, and his black boxers. his hard cock springs out, the tip bright red and leaking. you start to stroke him slowly. "oh yes baby, that's a good girl."

"chan, please i need you in me." you say, while rubbing yourself on his thigh.

"alright sweetheart, you don't have to worry about a thing." he pats you on the head, carries you to your bedroom, and puts you down gently.

he removes your underwear while kissing your neckline. saying little praises, and complimenting you on your beauty. his two front fingers dip into your entrance slightly, making sure that you're wet enough for him.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and bring him closer to you, as he inserts his cock into you. you moan from finally having chan in you.

his pace is soft and slow, going a little deeper every now and then. you're still a bit sore from the night before so this is quite comforting. little moans and groans come out from chan. he presses his forehead into yours, and his hands are placed beside your head.

"you feel so good, chan." you say, his pace quickening a bit, as you both are getting closer.

you can feel the build of your orgasm in your stomach, gripping onto chan harsher than before. you start to lose yourself a bit, and curl your toes.

chan is very close too, as his moans are louder, and his hips are beginning to have a mind of their own. soon, you both are cumming. chan leaning down to kiss you sloppily.

"i love you chan." you say, eyes opening slightly.

"you did so well for me y/n. i love you so." chan says, while reaching out to stroke your hair gently.

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a/n: okay so i'm extremely sorry this took so long!! like seriously it took forever, cause my mind decided to not be able to think or write anything coherent so here i am now lmao. but, it's okay i finally finished it (hope you like it, also ik i said this at the beginning but still).

also very important note (i'm sure i'll make a post abt this): i have gotten quite a few requests lately. if you have requested a fic, i would just like to say it will take me a little while to write, reread, edit, and post them. just with school, and other things going on in my life. however, that does not mean that i forgot about you, or haven't started writing!!! i am trying my absolute best right now, and i'm sorry to those who are still waiting for their request!!

thank you all, and please please please make sure to eat, and drink water properly (and get enough sleep) <3

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man of the month part 2: january

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: You, Sam, and Tony plan who's assigned to which month; Tony has a talk with the models about you; during Tony's shoot he gives you a heads up on what's in store for you with some of the models

Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: a handful of cuss words; otherwise, none [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: idiots in love; mutual pining; brief mentions of being half-naked

"We should decide who goes where," Stark said as he wrote down "January" next to his name and "July" next to Rogers'. "Everyone in favor of Barton going on February? Because you know, Cupid, arrows, all that?" 

"I love it," you spoke up, sitting back down on your seat, showing the slightest signs of tiredness but still visibly undeterred. "How about Wilson in August? Right after Cap?" 

"Eyy let's go!" Wilson singsonged. "I like the way you think, Tweety. Now Thunder here looks like a summer month, so let's go with June. And Ten Rings over here looks a bit like Spring to me, so I'm going April." 

"Can I have May, please?" Lang spoke up. 

"Of course you can, Scott. Since you asked so nicely," you answered him with a sweet smile. "Hey Rhodey, you feel like taking March?" 

"Whichever gets my shoot done as soon as possible," he droned, evidently quite disinterested in this entire affair. 

"Sweet. Ooh, we could put Loki in December," you said with a small wave of your hand Stark's way.

"Ah, because of Rudolph. Reindeer Games. I love the way your brain works, Tweety," Stark said as he put "December" next to the god's name.

You barely reacted to the quip as you visibly pondered over the remaining names and months, simply responding, "No it's because his birthday's in December." Your words made Stark and Wilson turn their gazes towards you, and caused Loki's heart to skip a good few beats. Very few people knew when his day was, despite Thor's insistence over the last few years to celebrate it. 

And yet here you were declaring it as if you viewed it as common knowledge.

When several moments passed with no one saying a word, you looked around, quite visibly confused as you realized that there were currently several sets of eyes on you. "What?" 

"Nothing, Tweety. Nothing at all," Stark answered you with a smirk. "All we have now are September to November. Strange, Banner, Barnes. You wanna talk among yourselves who gets what or you want Y/N to decide for you?" 

"I'll take September, if it's okay with you all," Banner offered. The three of you nodded and "September" was placed next to Banner's name.

"Should we coin toss on Stephen and Bucky?" Something about how the metal-armed soldier smiled when you said his name made Loki's blood boil. He knew that the super soldier, both super soldiers actually, harbored feelings towards you, and something he quite envied about Barnes was that he was unashamedly outspoken about it. 

"Fine with me, doll," Barnes answered you. He took a coin and tossed it in the air. "Heads I get October, tails it's Strange's." He caught the coin before it landed with a sharp sound on the table, and looked at the results in his palm. "Heads. Shall we do a Halloween shoot, Scopes?" 

"Nah. Too cheesy. We'll have some stuff set up by the time the shoots start, so we could figure it out then, okay?" You gave him a smile as you ended your response to him, causing a dull ache to start in the god's heart once again. How he wished you could be that casual with him. Yearned for it, even.

"Okay so that's everyone planned out for their page on the calendar. Tweety, you're good for the day. Go back to sleep, you can start planning later. Models, stay, I have something to discuss with you all before I dismiss you, too." You promptly stood up, gathered your things in your arms and walked towards the door. Loki pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and moved quickly to open the door for you.

"Thanks, Mischief," you said softly as you looked up at him for the briefest moment before once again fixing your gaze upon the ground and scurrying out of the room. You're welcome, darling, he thought to himself as he let go of the handle. 

Once only the twelve men who would be modeling for this date keeper remained, Stark spoke up. "I'll make this quick. I know that Tweety has the hots for one of you, I just don't know which one. All I know is that she started having that glazed over look in her eyes once we had all the names written down before we called you all in. I'm telling you this because I know that some of you have a boner for her." He glared at the super soldiers specifically after this line.

"Hold on, Stark, so you're saying that she reciprocates the feelings of…someone in this room?" Rogers inquired, making a roundabout motion with this hand. 

"That's what I'm saying, Capsicle. Unless of course she has feelings for someone in this room that isn't interested in her. Now that'd be a damn shame. Anyway, all this to say I'm going to be a complete devil's advocate here and encourage you to use your time with her at your respective shoots wisely. Respectfully, too, don't you fuckers forget that. But test the waters. Flirt. Try to impress her. Maybe if you're even feeling brave, ask her out, see what she'd say. If it's you, tell the rest of the guys who haven't had their turn yet so that they don't have to hold out hope. If it's not you, tell the rest of the guys that, too." 

Loki tried to keep his expression stoic as he took note of those who were visibly excited over the notion that perhaps you reciprocated their feelings. Rogers and Barnes were the givens, and then there was the newcomer, Xi. What surprised him was the wistful, almost confident smirk from Strange; he hadn't even been aware that the sorcerer was interested in you. 

But what made a pit settle heavy in his stomach was the sight of a fond smile on his own brother's face. He could feel the white hot needles of betrayal piercing into his thoughts. He would have surmised that his brother knew of his affections towards you and wouldn't attempt to pursue you. He'd been mistaken. 

It took a few weeks and a considerable amount of elbow grease to get everything together, with decorating the studio with the various sets for the shoot being the most time consuming of it all, but the stage was officially set to start shooting for the calendar. 

There might have also been various mini photoshoots with Natasha and Wanda in the name of test shots and practice throughout those few weeks, but you all swore that you would simply say that it was part of the setup process, which was technically the truth.

Now you were situated in front of an iMac that was purposed solely for the production of this calendar, the layout, the photo editing software to work on coloring, the vast array of fonts to choose from for the date numbers…there was just so much to work on other than just simply taking the pictures and slapping them on to a blank 2023 calendar. 

Top that all off with you deciding that you wanted the month names to have a more personal touch, so you volunteered yourself to do the lettering, and you felt completely swamped, and you hadn't even taken a single picture yet. Well, until today, at least. Because today would be the first of the twelve shoots. January's. Tony's.

"You ready for me, Tweety?" you heard him call from the door. You made quick work to plug the memory card into the camera and made your way to the set with only a black backdrop placed.

"Ready when you are, boss," you hollered from your spot. 

Tony walked in with slacks and dress shoes, opting to start the shoot with his shirt shed already, donning a necklace that held a pendant that almost resembled the arc reactor that had kept him alive for so many years. The very thing that started all this. "This is as naked as I wanna be. Both for this shoot and around you." 

"You know what, Stark, I wanna say something about leading by example, but that's about as naked as I can take when it comes to you," you quipped, taking a few test shots. "Could you look a little over to your right? Don't move your whole body, just your head, and look like you're trying to figure out some algorithm that's stumping you." 

Once he followed  your instructions, you took a few more shots, confident that one of those was the shot you would eventually choose for his page. 

"Y/N I gotta tell you something. I may have told the guys that you have feelings for one of them," he said in a rush.

You lowered the camera from your face, suddenly feeling your entire body go cold. "You what?" you hissed at him in disbelief. "Tony why would you do that? How did you even know that I--"

"You looked at the list of names with a eyes of a schoolgirl having her first crush, I figured it out pretty quickly, Tweety," he answered your unfinished question. "As for why? Because not everyone's built to be alone. You're not, and you shouldn't be. I already know that some of them want you, so your time with them is their chance to, you know, get to know you a little more. So just be ready for some of these shoots to run a little longer since…they're gonna try and treat their time with you like a test date." 

"Am I gonna regret agreeing to helping you with this calendar, Tony?" 

"Absolutely not. I'm just trying to tell you that you don't have to be alone. There's literally a handful of guys in this very tower that want to be the man that gets to keep you company. Go on dates with you. Share your bed, even." You looked at him pointedly, causing him to put his hands up and jokingly say, "Don't worry though I'm not one of them, fuck that. No offense, you're gorgeous, but--no. You're like the older sister Morgan wishes she has, Y/N. You're like my kid." 

That caused you to let out a laugh that rang through the entire studio, infectious enough that Tony joined in. You decided that a candid shot of him laughing would make a great outtake, so you snapped a quick picture. 

"And what if the guy I'm interested in…doesn't treat our shoot like a test date?" you asked him,  your tone suddenly becoming more serious. "What if he just wants his shoot to be over and done with?"

"Y/N you have nothing to worry about unless your guy's Barton, Rhodey, or Banner. That's all I'm gonna say on that. And if I'm wrong? You have full permission to wear one of my suits and beat the shit out of me. I told you, you're like my kid. I just want you to be happy, and if I can help in any way, of course I'm gonna do it." 

You set your camera down and walked over to him to give him a hug. "Thanks, Tony," you said softly. You pulled away quickly and plugged the memory card into the computer. "You'll never get me to call you Daddy, though. Keep dreaming, Stark," you quipped as the images loaded up to your screen. "Now come over here and tell me which shots you like from these." 

He made quick work of choosing his favorite pictures from the batch, your hunch being right that the shot was among those first ones you took. "Now that my part's finished, you still have Barton's and Rhodey's shoots to ready yourself. We already know it's neither of them, and they're not into you, either. Barton's got  his family and Rhodey's in line for the world record of biggest long distance relationship with that thing he's got going on with Danvers." 

"So you know which ones are gonna try?" 

"I have a feeling I know." He clapped a hand on your shoulder. "The gun show starts with Ten Rings. Good luck, Tweety." 

With that, he left you to work on the coloring for his shot, completing his page. All the while, you'd resigned yourself to this whole "impressing you" thing amongst the guys to ultimately be a practice in futility if you actually held out hope that you would discover that your feelings were reciprocated.

After all, what were the chances that a literal god like Loki would ever even consider being with a human like you? 

A/N: Wait hold up the gun show starts with who?? Tony?? 👀😳

Now would be a good time to tell you that each part up until part 11 "december" will have the corresponding calendar photos as the post media. And by the time this story is finished, you'll all have a 2023 calendar courtesy of me and @mochie85 😄

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Hey can I request a JJ imagine, where we almost kiss another man and he gets really jealous and stops talking to us but then we find out he's angry cause he really likes us and then we confess our love for him and get together

Chocolate Eyes | JJ Olatunji

Ofc you can get some of that! Love this imagine, thank you so much for requesting it! Requests are open so to anyone reading, feel free to request more. Photo checkpoint:

Now isn't that just adorable. Anyways, Go on and read + enjoy the oneshot!

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"That was really great," I smiled at Jacob. It had been my first time ever using a dating app, and I'd never expected a first date to go so well. 

Jacob was lovely, also. He'd picked me up at my door,  paid for the meal and then offered to hold hands when we walked around the park... He'd kept out hands connected even as he walked me back to the house, thumb gently grazing over the back of my hand every so often and reminding me of the differences in size. He was a gentle giant and I felt myself getting butterflies every time he even slightly squeezed my hand.

Fiddling in my handbag, I pulled my house-keys up and went to face Jacob, ready to say goodbye.

"So, second date to see that new film?" He asked with a grin, knowing fully well what my answer would be.

"You don't even need to ask." I responded with a smile of my own, admiring his chocolatey eyes and their glow in the sunset orange. 

They reminded me of someone else's though, and maybe that's what made me lean as I felt his hand on my lower back, pulling me in as we closed our eyes, our lips barely a few minute eons away before-

"Heya, Liz-" My body jerked away from Jacob's as the door was swung open, a shocked JJ revealed stood behind it. His jaw fell slightly slack, eyes widening before filling with an unreadable expression. As though his cards had been drawn back from the table- suddenly he was unreadable as his expression fell to slate. "Oh."

"Uhm, it was great meeting you." I suddenly felt very shy, smiling at the ground as I felt my brother's best friend's harsh gaze burning a hole in the back of my head. Jacob seemed unperturbed.

"Yeah, you too- I'll see you sometime soon!" He gave that sunshine smile once more before skipping down the front porch's stairs, flipping his car keys up before catching them smoothly and walking out of the gates.

I was left with JJ, stepping in cautiously whilst he shut the door behind me. 

"What you been up to, then?" I tried to start conversation, not knowing why I felt so awkward with JJ. We were almost as close as Simon and himself were. Having grown up in the same household with Simon, with Deji as one of my closer friends whilst growing up- it was inevitable JJ and I would become close as well.

It was mildly unnerving seeing JJ so closed of however, as he simply pulled his phone out of his basketball shorts and began scrolling- casually walking up the stairs to his room as if I hadn't said a thing.

It hurt a bit, since I really quite liked JJ. Maybe I'd liked him too much at the beginning, as whenever he'd come over to hang with Simon I'd get excited and start tidying our room so that JJ might be impressed. Simon never bothered though- and that meant that when JJ came to our room, one side was always freakishly tidy, whilst Simon's side was messy. 

And I'd always make sure to do my makeup nice, and substitute the baggy joggers and oversized shirt for a nice pair of jeans and fitting top.

The one time JJ had came over unannounced and I'd opened the door with tired eyes, toothbrush hanging out the side of my mouth and clothes loosely hanging off of my body- I'd been mortified- and simply ran up the stairs, yelling for Simon whilst I cringed at myself in the bathroom, listening to their muffled laughs from the room outside. 

JJ might have been able to tell I'd liked him as well, as he seemed to play with my feelings when I was a bit younger. Holding eye contact until I was blushing, giving me the flowers he plucked when the four of us walked home, brushing his hand against mine whenever we walked beside one another.

So I distanced myself until he started realising I didn't want to be played like that- whilst he had a lovely girlfriend, I didn't want to just be the best-friend's sister who you play with knowing fully well you'd never date because it's too much work convincing the older brother to accept it...

Then JJ and I simply became friends.

Nothing more than Simon and JJ had going. Friends- we'd sit together and watch movies in the living room, order takeouts for one another, go to the gym and spot one another (although we both knew fully well that he couldn't control the weights I squatted, and I couldn't manage the weights he curled).

But never had he blatantly ignored me.

Shrugging it off, I followed him up the stairs, heading to my room and putting on some music from a speaker whilst writing in my journal. An uncommon hobby, but one that I found solace in. Ever since I first met JJ, when for my birthday he got a pretty leather stamped journal, I'd written all the things I'd never say to his face inside those pages.

"DINNER'S DONE, EVERYONE!"

I heard Josh's shouts from downstairs, following the call and joining Vik, Simon and JJ around the island, picking a slice of pizza and folding it over so I could eat it whilst scooping some fries onto my plate as well. I squirted a generous portion of ketchup over my fries before turning to JJ. 

"Want any?" I questioned, knowing he basically refused those French fries without ketchup- though he seemed to not notice, as he continued his Twitter browse. "JJ?" I questioned.

Still no response.

Great. Ignoring me.

It didn't even hurt that time. It stung a bit as I felt the silence indicate Josh, Vik and Simon had all watched the awkward interaction- watched as JJ ignored and frankly rejected me. And it brewed an ugly sort of spite and anger inside me, like acid sitting unhappily at the bottom of my stomach.

"Fine then." I slammed the bottle down onto the island and grabbed my plate, marching out of the room, seeing JJ help himself to the bottle of ketchup from the corner of my eye as I left.

I left the plate on the desk in my room, instead jumping straight onto the bed and staring at the ceiling.

Why's he ignoring me? When did he start... Just after I came back with Jacob. What, is he annoyed that I brought Jacob to the house? He shouldn't be- nobody on the internet even knows I'm related to Simon or any of the Sidemen business so I'm not bringing fans or any of that trouble... Did Jacob do something behind my back? No, he wouldn't... He's too respectful. Too...

I pondered back over my date with Jacob. He was sweet. Respectful and kind, and yet I didn't lean in to kiss him because of him. I wouldn't have kissed him... Just something about those gorgeous chocolatey eyes reminded me of something... Something familiar. Sweet, like him, something that smelled of just waking up and gave the feeling of home on a lazy Summer day. Comforting. Familiar. Pleasant. 

"Liz?" Simon knocked at my door, peeking his head around the corner. "We're gonna watch a movie in the living room... You wanna come?"

I contemplated before sighing. "I don't know... What movie?"

"We'll pick when we get down." Simon shrugged. I turned my back to lie on my side, facing away from the door and pursing my lips shut. Maybe I just needed a bit more time alone to think. Simon sighed, and I heard his footsteps approach, before a weigh indicated he had taken a seat on the opposite side of my bed. "I'm sorry JJ's ignoring you."

"Any clue why?"

"No, I thought you'd know."

I sighed.

"He's usually happiest with you, I don't know why he's being such a prat. He left the kitchen a few seconds after you left, too. I think he's unhappy about something."

I rolled over to face Simon, his own head lowered, looking to his hands as he fidgeted with his fingers before turning back to make eye contact with me and give a smile.

"Maybe he's ignoring you because you're annoying, though."

"That's definitely not it," I snorted. "If he's managed to put up with you for fifteen years, he won't have a problem with me."

"Shut up." Simon huffed, though he too let out a laugh as he felt the depressing presence alleviate. He leaned forwards before getting up from the bed with a groan, holding out a hand. "C'mon, let's go watch that movie."

I followed Simon down to Josh and Vik in the living room- Tobi also accompanying the duo, probably having arrived a few minutes ago.

I sat besides Tobi near the end of the sofa, greeting him with a smile and picking a seemingly good movie with the group before the door opened, causing Josh to pause the movie as we all swivelled out heads to see JJ enter the room.

Josh pressed play, eyes flicking from JJ to myself cautiously as JJ took the last spot of the sofa- right besides me.

The movie proceeded, though I couldn't watch it- all too focussed on the presence besides me- sat so stiffly, the whole atmosphere feeling wrong.

He'd always get the blanket out and cover himself in it, begrudgingly allowing me into the cocoon when I got cold and tugged on a corner. And he'd let me fall asleep on him, knowing I needed to fall asleep leaning to one side, and I'd be woken up as I felt JJ's chest rise and fall with his harmonious laughter, whilst Simon grumbled you act like a married couple.

It was poetic, almost. How well we knew each other, how well fitting we were, and yet how mismatched it felt sitting besides him whilst neither of us really watched the movie- like two corner pieces of a puzzle being awkwardly slotted besides one another. 

We were barely half an hour in when JJ excused himself, muttering something or other about thirsty, closing the door behind him.

Josh paused the movie.

We all faced him.

"Go, get up, and speak to JJ." He commanded, his eyes meeting mine. His voice was soft, consoling and full of advice as he spoke. I wanted to shake my head, to say no and childishly stay sat and continue watching the movie- but as Josh's eyes stayed trained on mine, I knew I had to go.

I entered the kitchen almost instantly, finding JJ simply staring out of one of the windows.

"So what is it." My voice broke the silence. JJ's daydream seemed to break as his neck snapped in my direction, eyes widening at the confrontation before he shook his head, dazed and spoke.

"Nothing." He looked as though he were biting down on his tongue hard, as he cracked a bottle of water open, gulping hungrily before walking around the island to leave. Too bad I was in the way.

"What, you're just ignoring me for no reason?" I questioned with a bit more irritation in my voice, stepping in front of him to try and stop JJ from leaving the situation. He barged into my shoulder, his elbow wedging into my upper arm hard enough to bruise as he walked past.

"I don't know what you're on about-"

I grabbed his hand, pulling him back and stopping him from leaving- forcing him to look down to our interlinked hands before his panicked eyes met my own.

"What, JJ, why?" I felt the words leaving my mouth.

He shrugged, breaking eye contact, though his fingers squeezed mine gently. I could feel that familiar lump rising in my throat, making my voice thick though I tried to swallow it down.

"Do you think this is just some game?" It came out in a quietly. "Is it just for your own enjoyment- your entertainment, that you ignore me? You give me hope and act like you like me and then pretend I don't even exist? What, am I just some-"

"I don't pretend." His voice came out softly as he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at me whilst he spoke. "I don't pretend to like you- it's not some game to me, Liz..."

"Yeah I'd hope you liked me after we've lived together for four years." I scoffed, though tears threatened the corners of my eyes. 

"No, Liz, it's..." He sighed. "It's more complicated than that."

"Then explain it JJ," I whispered. "I'd rather listen to hours of whatever you have to say than just be ignored by you."

"Fuck, Liz." He removed his hand from my own, covering his face. "I don't just like you like that. How could I. I like you like... more."

"More?" I scoffed as his words. "Yeah, because when you really like someone of course you'd ignore them-"

"Liz, oh my god, listen!" He seemed to be desperate as he spoke this time, turning around to make concentrated eye contact. "I fucking like you. I liked you ever since we first met, when Simon invited me round and I saw you sat on your side of the room, reading whatever bullshit comics you liked. I always wanted to say something but you just seemed so... distant, and I didn't want to lose you as a friend if anything went wrong and you didn't like me back- and I still don't..."

I felt the breath leave my lungs as he confessed. 

"JJ you daft twat, of course I fucking like you," I felt myself laugh weakly despite the mix of feelings that circulated through my mind. "I thought you'd never like me back- I thought you were just playing me... And you had a girlfriend, I never thought I..."

Words failed to assist me, and instead JJ filled the gap.

"And I'm sorry for ignoring you." He squeezed my hands gently, and spoke with an even more gentle tone. "I shouldn't have. It was rude, I just... It was awkward seeing you with that guy. It was..."

"Jealousy?" I filled the end of the sentence for him l before laughing. "You were jealous?"

"Well..." He grumbled begrudgingly. "You were about to kiss him..."

I felt myself laugh with JJ, my eyes closing in relief and realisation JJ didn't hate me. It was all okay - JJ liked me and I was never delusional for having a crush on him. I looked up into JJ's eyes. Like chocolate.

Then is clicked.

I saw JJ's eyes when I was looking into Jacob's. That same honeyed hue, dark around the edges and soft and honey brown in the middles, undulating like gentle waves which reminded me of all the pleasant little intricacies of JJ that I had come 'round to loving 

"Liz?"

He asked, and I couldn't help myself from slinging my arms around his shoulders, crashing his lips into mine then and there, closing my eyes and savouring that feeling of his cocoa butter lips against mine, moving softly and gently and giving me everything that the fifteen-year-old version of myself could only dream of feeling, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me as though we had been in love for years.

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