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nevermoreternity · 7 months

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𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥.

"Love is a vague topic, but many find

themselves exploring it. What is love

to someone who expresses themselves

within a white canvas rather than through words?"

𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗦.

The first time you met the painter was during your childhood. Innocence and purity surrounded you, curiosity brimming with every step you took outside. Vast shades of green and yellow in the grass, to the giant blanketing blue sky above. It was all so vividly colorful. Your eyes took in every sight you could, with the wind blowing gently against your skin. Yet something even more colorful than the surroundings was the boy clutching onto a sheet of paper beside you. Originally it was simple and blank, a white void. But as a few minutes passed, an image formed like a huge burst of cheers applauding over the canvas, all done by small hands similar to your own.

Edgar - the boy's name - looked up at you with a confused expression on his face. He was a lot younger back then; both of you were. He held not a paintbrush but a crayon that day, the loose leaf paper acting as his canvas for his brightly colored drawing. "What're you staring at?" His voice was high pitched and childish, his hands gripping the most recent drawing he had created. Peering over to the paper, you noticed it depicted a portrait of a woman and child, recognizing the familial roles they seemed to have just from the way the boy drew them. Inquiring about the two human figures, you only got a simple huff and a nod for acknowledgement.

"Ella's still in bed — she's been frowning a lot lately." Edgar muttered as his gaze returned to the drawing. You watched from your seat beside the boy, the way his hands naturally moved as if driven by pure instinct, the relaxed posture he had despite the amount of curious stares he received from passing crowds. At the thought of Ella, Edgar's younger sister, one could recall that she had gotten sick just a few months ago, which eventually led to her being bedridden. As a result, you came across the young artist sketching landscapes and animals and people outside much more often.

He went outside to find inspiration, mentioning various times that Ella favors outdoor paintings despite clearly saying they're too 'boring' normally. Over time, you got more comfortable with approaching Edgar, and he seemed to feel the same, calling out to you from a distance whenever he spotted you at a park. This led to many of your hang outs, usually with the time spent simply sitting down together somewhere and watching nearby flowers sway in the breeze. It sounds a bit boring, but you were able to manage staying put or would find something else to entertain yourself with. By the time the sun went down, Edgar would pack up his materials and say his farewell. His final words before you both returned to your homes would be a small promise to meet in the same spot tomorrow.

For the next year, that is how your friendship developed. Through peaceful park meetings.

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.

When you meet Edgar again, your encounter ends up being within the halls of the Oletus manor. It was dusty and closed in, colors muted and bleeding out. It was stuffy and suffocating, the exact opposite of when you first met the man when you were kids. Edgar wouldn't approach you at first. You soon figured out this was an effort to purposefully ignore you, with the amount of times he ditched a room you walked into or find himself turning the other way whenever you crossed paths coincidentally. Only when time passed for a long enough time would you find yourself in a match with the brunette. Even then, he was adamant on looking the other way from your direction. The other people assigned to the team looked confused at the strange tension between you two. Emma leaned over at the table to ask if you two know each other. No matter what your answer would be, Edgar stubbornly kept his back turned, remaining quiet.

Once the match concluded, with the results being put out, Edgar finally approached you on a whim, in the make-shift clinic of the manor. His arms were crossed, and a frown was settled on his face, the red poncho he wore popping out from the dark walls around you. It was a much better shade of red than the thick color dripping down your hand from the wound you had acquired during the earlier match. It seemed neither of you wanted to speak yet, Edgar simply sighing before gesturing for your hand – a rather sudden request after having him avoid you like the plague. Still, you silently watched as he took ahold of your palm, looking over the wound with a tight frown before quietly patching you up. The gauze was wrapped a little too tightly in the end, inexperienced but surprisingly not lacking in care. The awkward tension hanging in the air lasted a couple seconds before the painter finally spoke. His first words to you since you spotted one another in the manor. "Why are you here?" Edgar would question with that familiar expression of his, a face he only makes that shows he demands answers. A look you'd last seen years ago.

In the end, after hearing your full explanation, he only grumbled. "That's stupid." He commented, brushing over your words. Edgar didn't explain his own reason for coming into the cursed cycle in the manor's game of life, only prompting more questions from you. In the end, he simply decided to leave with a huff, just as frowny and tense as he was when he appeared. He walked away in a series of small stomps, as if he was in a hurry to leave your presence. You noticed his hands were tightly gripping onto his own arms.

By the time the next morning came, you found yourself staring at a small piece of paper that had been slipped under your room door. The feeling of it was recognizable. Thin and flat and delicate. In the middle of the leaflet was a drawing of something you had mentioned you like to a specific someone way in the past, words that seemed more like a back-handed compliment scrawled on top of the page. It was easy to connect the dots on who had left this for you. Or well, the signature on the back confirmed everything you needed to know.

𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚.

Maybe it took a while, or maybe you already had your suspicions. Either way, you found yourself seeing Edgar more and more following that instance in the clinic. The reserved behavior he had about you crumbled more and more as more time passed, and sooner than expected, you two were back to what you were before as children. It had come to your attention - as he reluctantly explained - that he didn't believe it was you at first, not expecting to find such a familiar face in Oletus manor, much less yourself. Denial fueled his actions, not wanting to be wrong in his suspicions but not knowing what he'd do if he confirmed it was actually you. In the end, it didn't matter, because the moment he finally came close enough to see the colors in your hair and the shades of your eyes, he knew.

With all grievances and tensions dusted away, now you found yourself with a feeling of deja vu. Sat some feet from you was the brunette, a blank canvas before the man rather than a simple sheet of paper. In his hand was a paintbrush instead of a crayon, clear care and effort shown in his grip of the painting tool. He asked you to pose for his next idea on the aspect of portraits, offering a compromise for your time in one way or another. The silence of the room after was heavy yet comfortable. Only to be broken when the seemingly focused painter utters out a curt "Sorry" from his lips. The apology escaped in a hush, lingering and dissipating like the paint absently dripping onto the floor that Edgar seemed to pay no mind to. Even the man himself didn't seem to acknowledge his own muttering of the word, eyes only focused on the image he was creating of you.

The apology may have been regarding the time that had passed between the two friends, a period of time where Edgar begun expressing a side that acted more than it spoke — or perhaps he was apologizing for the lack of things he could provide for their friendship. Regardless, your reply to the brief apology only makes his hand halt for a moment. His brow furrows ever so slightly, and his brushing over the canvas seamlessly picks up once more. Edgar wasn't the best at expressing his thoughts or feelings with his tongue and tone. Rather, he expresses his care through the quiet acts of peace he finds, away from the laminating presence of the manor and its residents. In the end, it was easy to fall back into a routine with him again, his harsh sentences proving to be nothing but a shell when it came to you.

Sometime later, he confronts you with a proposal. He insists you to be his muse; a way for him to 'make up' for the lack of time you two spent apart for the years in the past. Really, it's an excuse for him to spend time with you that you both are aware isn't as subtle as he seemed to think in his head. But when the sky outside grows dark, and you leave him alone for the evening, you find yourself in the painter's room the very next day, peacefully posing for another portrait of his, various other paintings hung up around the room, all of them familiar sights to you.

— end.

#idv x reader #edgar valden x reader #idv painter x reader #“I wanna nap” — 'Orpheus'#'Orpheus' Writes #With the help of 'Alice'

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igncrxntripley · 11 months

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I love your stories so much!!! I was thinking of a idea of malaki black and woman who complete opposites but he sees something in her?

goody two shoes

a/n: MY FIRST AEW IMAGINE YESSSS!!! i'm not sure if this is what you were looking for but i just took an idea and ran with it so i hope you like it! methinks there's going to be a part 2 for this as well...

mentions: SFW, fem!reader, goody two shoes!reader, slight stalker-ish vibes from malakai

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nothing about you screamed 'spooky'; you were one of the more juvial members of the roster, and everyone in AEW saw you as, for lack of a better term, a real goody two shoes.

for that exact reason, you tended to stay away from people like the members of the house of black. the only real interactions you had with them was matches with julia, and every time you were in their presence they really gave you chills that ran down your spine.

let's be real; four people, three of them very large men, who wore all black and had the spookiest scariest of personas? yeah, wasn't always your cup of tea.

but you began to notice malakai being...around. more often than he normally would be when everyone was backstage. the house members tended to keep to themselves, but noticing malakai on his own and coincidentally in your presence was beginning to feel a little off putting.

you did your best to ignore him though, you went about your regular business, interacting with friends and crew backstage that you always had, and trying not to pay any mind to the man who'd started to make his presence known around you.

the most recent AEW taping, however, is when things changed a bit. you didn't have any matches planned that night and mostly kept to yourself so you could take it easy and enjoy the show. malaki had progressed from just hanging around in the background, to finally approaching you when you went to your locker room.

you barely even heard him sneak in behind you. the closing of the door was what shook you, and you found yourself staring into the eyes of one of the most ruthless, soulless members of the AEW roster.

"i don't know what you think you're doing but you better-"

your words were cut off by a singular finger that malakai had raised to his lips, his way of effectively silencing you. you couldn't explain it, but the once unsettled feeling this man's presence used to create now had you somewhat spellbound. every move he made, had your full attention.

he'll finally speak up, his breath hot on your face and his voice a quiet (and slightly terrifying tone), "i just want you to listen to me, little bird."

you'd never admit it, but malaki calling you that made your stomach twist and turn in the best way possible. with a gentle nod, you let him continue and your eyes focus on his and their two different colored irises.

"i've been watching you for awhile now, and i can't keep myself away from you. someone too pure, too sweet for this industry...yet i can't stop myself from watching your every move."

a finger drifts from your cheekbone down to your jaw and your breath catches in your throat. the fact that malakai wanted anything to do with you...that he was watching you...it made you so uneasy but had you infatuated all at the same time.

malakai's next statement catches you even more off guard; "the house has a spot with your name on it, little dove. let us take you in. show you your true potential."

he can sense your hesitation, your silence enough of an answer for him to understand you weren't sure what to say. malakai leaning in closer gives you goosebumps, but you don't make any effort to back away from him. "i'm going to keep coming back to you for an answer, doll. so i'll give you time to think, but don't think i'll forget about you."

with that, malakai gave you one more knowing look and walked away from you. but his face never once left your thoughts, as well as his proposition, and you had started to think about the possibility of accepting his offer.

#aew x reader #aew headcanons #aew imagine #malakai black #malakai black x reader #malakai black headcanons #malakai black imagine #house of black aew #aew house of black #house of black headcanons #house of black x reader #house of black imagine #{:aew:}#{:malakai black:}#{:house of black:}

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worriedvision · 21 days

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genshin-- male char (someone with friends that we know are really friends) x reader where the character and his friends are like somewhere, and then they hear some people gossiping about reader getting close with someone who wasn't him and then leads to misunderstnadings and arguements. reader may or mayn not be in the wrong here? you decide. but in the end i want a fluffy ending PLEASE you make too many of my requests angst please my poor heart can't take it (still love the angst tho.) thanksssssssssss youuuuuuuuuuuuuss <3

Okay do I'm actually going to make SURE this has a good ending BC I planned on making the last request a happy ending, but I realised it would feel wildly unrealistic (ok it's fanfic but still). Gender neutral reader. Making the character Tighnari BC I feel like he's been a bit of a punching bag lmao.

It's a bit short lol

Tighnari was head over heels in love with you, all his friends could tell by how often he would stare at you whenever you entered the room. Usually, he wouldn't even stare at his love interests for that long, so when his friends start noting these things they take it upon themselves to get you two to date.

Your friends, coincidentally, had the exact same impression. How the two of you didn't clock on to this, but everyone else did, was astonishing. Both of you were usually very observant, but you suppose that's what loved can do to someone.

Tighnari was very busy with work, so both your friend groups take it upon themselves to get the perfect first date set up. Alhaitham, uncharacteristically, decides to talk to you about your food preferences as Kaveh and Cyno get straight to scouting out for a good picnic spot. Some jealous onlookers take it upon themselves to take pictures of you and Alhaitham talking before running off to Tighnari to break the 'bad news' to him that you didn't like him like that.

Tighnari was confident that Alhaitham wasn't someone interested in romance - at least not to the same extent that his other interests took. He knew his friend wasn't going to be outwardly talking to someone before knowing for sure nobody else would be able to take advantage of snippets of the conversation.

But then seeds of doubt get placed when people make up stories about how he supposedly leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, or pulling you in for a hug, or asking you out on a date. The look you share with Alhaitham does not indicate an interest, but how could he know that this didn't change after the image itself being taken?

Soon after, he gets a letter from you asking him to meet at a location. He decides to ask you about the image in person, being fairly certain the stories were lies but not knowing.

When you hear Tighnari approaching from behind, you turn around with a bright smile as you voice your happiness over seeing him. Tighnari nods, sitting beside you as he pulls out a picture. He shows you said image, only to take in the confused expression you displayed in reaction. When Tighnari asks about the stories he heard from people, you grimace.

"Uhh...I'm not interested in Alhaitham at all... I'm interested in someone else." You clear your throat, turning your head away as you know your confidence was about to crumble.

"Oh? Mind telling me who it is?" Tighnari asks, hoping for you to turn your head. When you don't respond, Tighnari's tail pokes at you to grab your attention.

"It's...it's you." You trail off. "I know that picture doesn't look great given the stories people tell, but I want you to know that you're the one I want."

"Can you turn to face me?" Tighnari requests, you turn to see a rare smile on his face.

"I'm happy to know you feel the same way I do."

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #tighnari x gender neutral reader

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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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May I ask first date headcanons for Sougo and Kondo? Thanks!

A/N: I had kinda went a bit overboard on Sougo’s part, since it had gotten far too angsty than I had initially planned. Just wanted to apologize if this wasn’t entirely what you were asking for.😅 But I still made sure to end it with enough fluffiness to make up for it! At least I hope I did.

Ft: Okita Sougo & Kondō Isao (Gintama).

Okita Sougo

➵ Okay, so first things first. Sougo is not the type to just ask his s/o out straight off the bat. The two of them had most likely ran into each other far too many times in the most inconvenient moments. It had probably been situations that made most people believe they had already been on a date.

➵ But after realizing that he didn’t mind spending time with them like this, he decided to make a move. Though, I’m gonna be frank. Knowing Sougo, there was obviously nothing romantic in his approach. Perhaps the most comical of it all, was the fact that the previous little coincidental “run intos” were much more romantic and pleasing than the real deal.

➵ Being a sadist is literally a part of his identity and whether his s/o likes it or not, they’ll just have to deal with it. Their first date is probably going to be a bit more extreme than the following ones (if his s/o is willing to endure it and decides not to dump him—if that really is the case then they must be an angel sent from heaven).

➵ Why? It’s just that the guy will only soften up to them with time. He’s still going to be a menace, but it’ll be more tolerable and stop resembling a torture session.

➵ I can most likely see him take his s/o to an unusual restaurant or some other adrenaline eliciting place. This depends on their preferences—what they dislike the most that is.

➵ Depending on his s/o’s food preferences he’ll might just choose the restaurant that’ll fit perfectly into their very own interpretation of what a personal h*ll is. If they hate sweets, then expect a pastry shop. If they dislike spicy foods, then he’ll find literally the hottest dish on the menu. If they’re not that picky, fear not. The b*stard will still find a way to make his s/o cry at the end of their visit.

➵ Just like I had previously mentioned, a restaurant is not the only variant that he has on the list. Adrenaline inducing places is another one. He’ll probably even make it seem romantic, only to hit on the most vulnerable spot. Is his s/o afraid of heights? The Ferris wheel it is. Or let’s go bungee jumping if that’s not enough of a scare.

➵ He’s not mean enough to force them into a state of panic whatsoever. If he notices that they’re about to have an attack or are close to passing out, he’ll make sure to get them away from that place.

➵ By the way, he might not admit to it, but he actually enjoys it when his s/o clings onto him like a frightened koala. It’ll make him feel accomplished, but he’s also secretly happy since their actions show him that they really do trust him—and this sadistic baby is actually very touch starved.

➵ In addition, this may not seem relevant, but I’ll still say it. If his s/o really reminds him of his sister, then expect him to act the exact same way with them as he did with her.

You’re beginning to regret ever accepting this—whatever this is. There’s no way you’ll acknowledge this as a date anymore. You should’ve known that there was a reason behind his sudden sweet behavior. A part of you feels like crying, because you had truly looked forward to your first date. But now, a part of you is beginning to question his so-called “feelings” for you.

Maybe you were just being overly sensitive. After all, it had never been a secret that the guy found some sick enjoyment in tormenting others. But a part of you was hoping that he’ll act differently with you. He had been the one to ask you out, for crying out loud! You’re pretty sure that when a person asks you out it means that they like you, maybe even find you attractive. Sougo, however, had been sending you the exact opposite signals.

“I think this was a mistake.”

You weren’t looking at him as you spoke. In all honesty did you not think that you’d have the strength to. You were already close to tears. God only knows what will happen once you make eye contact with his gorgeous maroon colored eyes.

Whatever it had been that Sougo had been talking about came to an abrupt stop as soon as he heard your quivering voice. Sure, he might have been a bit mean this whole time, but up until this point it didn’t seem to bother you that much. He might not look like it, but Sougo is actually very observant and perhaps he now realized that he might’ve gone a bit to far with his antics.

“Oh? Is [Name]-chan tired already? Do they want to go home?” There was a teasing edge to his voice that you mistook for mockery and were about to leave, until the male reached out for your shaky figure to cradle you in his arms.

“Awe, don’t cry. We’ll go somewhere else next time, alright?” Sniffing, you decided to look up, no longer hiding your face in his chest. He was still sporting that infuriating smirk on his handsome face, but it was much kinder this time.

“Promise?” Your lips had formed into a childish pout, a small part of you still upset over the way he had been acting so far. But you were glad that he had paid enough attention to you to notice and did not straight out ignore like you had expected him to do. You knew he wouldn’t apologize, but the effort that he was putting was enough to make you understand that his feelings really were genuine.

“Promise. Wherever you’d like, your choice.”

Kondō Isao

➵ There is one big difference between Sougo and Kondō when it comes to romance. Both suck at it, but for major different reasons. Unlike Kondō, Sougo is actually capable of creating a romantic atmosphere if he wants to. Kondō, on the other hand, simply does not know how to. Which is quite amusing to be honest, since the guy is a big romantic.

➵ He loves anything that would usually be considered cliché and has so many ideas running through his mind. It just makes it all the more hilarious how he’s just incapable of making it a reality.

➵ While Sougo had just bluntly told his s/o that he likes them, Kondō would probably confess in the most embarrassing way possible. I swear! This man was practically yelling at his s/o from across the street to go on a date with him.

➵ Like any rational person they obviously rejected him a few times before finally accepting. There’s nothing mean behind his s/o’s actions, they were just genuinely weirded out by him and had a hard time comprehending what was going on.

➵ When it comes to planning their first date, he’d probably make use of his stalkerish tendencies. This was before his s/o had even met him. His s/o was truly convinced that there was a gorilla roaming around your neighborhood until he had decided to yell out his confession.

➵ That was also his s/o’s moment of realization. In other words: The day they had found out that he was actually a human and not just some random gorilla-looking amanto, stealing bananas from the local shops.

➵ So like I said earlier, the man has tons of ideas, to which he also adds his s/o’s likes and dislikes so that he can avoid any possible disaster. Problem is, it’s still going to turn out into a disaster. But it’s the effort that counts.

➵ The absolute first date will most likely be some kind of festival or amusement park. Because who doesn’t like festivals and amusement parks? Kondō can truly not comprehend the thought that somebody might in fact not like them.

➵ If his s/o does, then congrats. If they don’t, then he’ll probably be disappointed that he didn’t manage to come up with something that suited their taste. But if that really does happen, then he’ll just ask them what they would like to do and then just go with the flow from then on.

➵ Surprises! Don’t forget to expect tons of surprises! And it’s probably during one of these surprises that the long awaited disaster finally happens.

The date wasn’t horrible per se. You had truly found it adorable how hard the man next to you was trying. Always prioritizing your needs before his. It made your heart melt. You had seriously started questioning why you even rejected him all those times to begin with.

“Are you alright Kondō-san?” Despite how comical everything looked, you couldn’t help but feel slightly worried. The man did take quite a blow after all.

“There’s nothing to worry about [Last name]-san, I’ve taken much worse hits than this.” Even though his words were meant to ease your nerves, they somehow managed to worsen everything instead. A part of you was wondering if it had been those previous “hits” that he’s got from work that made him like this. Maybe he should rethink his lifestyle? Living like this could be rather damaging for both his brain and his body as a whole, after all.

“I still don’t understand what made you think it was a good idea to pierce the thumb with that needle?” A blush was dusting his cheeks as the question was voiced. You couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was right now.

“I just noticed the way you were looking at the fish tank and wanted to catch them for you.” This enticed another laugh to come out, since you thought his explanation was utterly ridiculous. However, despite that, it was still very sweet of him.

“I wonder just how much knowledge you must carry with you to know how bloodthirsty those amanto-fishes truly are.” Although the male did seem to manage to show off his knowledge, it still did not make the act in itself any less foolish. Kondō was aware that this peculiar species has an exceptional sense of smell, yet he still underestimated just how aggressive they could get. He had simply not expected them to jump out of the tank and attack him.

“I swear that our next date will be much better than this one!” He then exclaimed with a determined expression, aready planning where he would take you. You, on the other hand, smiled with content, not minding if it would turn out the same way this one had.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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gay-salt-amber · 2 years

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Judging by the small things you know so far and headcanons you can create, how would each dwarf fall for Ortho and how fast would they notice?

So, I feel like they'd all have a whole, "Oh shit" moment when they notice what these feelings are but I'll talk about how they noticed (also I wanna hear your hcs on this btw)

Also a good amount of these feelings come from them thinking Ortho is cool which I dont blame them :>

Dominic: So, I think Neige loses books and school supplies rather semi-frequently and Dominic offered to go look around RSA since that's where Neige thought he'd lost it when visiting Rookvil. While Dominic was looking, Ortho walked up to him and asked what he was looking for and he said, "Oh, I was just looking for one of Neige LeBlanches books that he left, you wouldn't happen to know where it would be, would you?" And Ortho's mouth goes into an 'O' shape and he tells Domonic to wait a second before he dashes around a corner, returning 5 seconds later with the books, and asking, “These have his name on the spine, so I think these are the ones you needed, they were in the lost and found earlier.” And Domonic doesn’t know what to say at first but says thank you and has a short conversation with Ortho, which makes him find Ortho interesting and boom feelings

Gran: Some student would be picking a fight with Gran and trying to rile him up, calling him short and a child and all that shit. Ortho would spot this and being the good boi™ that he is goes to stop the fight defending Gran and basically telling the other student in a very sweet way to fuck off. Gran acted like he didn't appreciate it but he did, I feel like everyone likes having someone stand up to them every once and a while, and also who tf is gonna argue with Ortho? While he was kinda going on this spiel on how he could take that guy on and that he was fine on his own and shit but Ortho could see how blushy his cheeks were and just nodded and said, “Well your friends are over there, we can keep talking while we walk over there, yes?” And then feelings

(imma end all of these with __ feelings aren't I?)

Shelpy: So, he was just napping outside, it was nice and warm and just the perfect weather for a nap. He ended up waking up to Ortho tapping his shoulder and saying, “I’m so sorry that I woke you up, but its going to start raining soon and I don’t think you’d want to wake up all wet! So, I figured I’d wake you up and get you somewhere inside to sleep.” And Shelpy mutters a tired, “Thanks..” and they head to a guest cabin thing and since he just woke up and is still very much tired, Shelpy is sorta doing that hobble thing you do when you first wake up (is that just me? Idk) and Ortho, noticing this tired behavior and being all too familiar with it, offers to carry Shelpy and happily carries him to the cabin, this causes a lot of blushing and, whoopty doo, feelings

Hop: This ones gonna be shorter but ye. So, Hop was visiting RSA for whatever reason, and wanted to make flower crowns/chains/flower any type of accessory for his friends, so he went up and asked Ortho if there were any flower fields around and Ortho, coincidentally was going to do the exact same thing, so they went and made flower crowns together and it so full of smiles and now, Hop has alot of feelings

Timmy: At this point, the other dwarves were well acquainted with Ortho (and very cute boy panic over him) and now Timmy decided to go say hi because of how many times the others told him to, and despite how nervous he was about it, he finally went during a picnic thing both schools had together and Ortho was just chilling on a bench and Timmy went over to just say hi and Ortho, understanding his boundaries and shyness pretty quickly, held a gentle, quiet conversation and Timmy could understand why the other dwarves were so worked up about this sweet robot child. He could just feel his shyness.. Well not fade but lower its boundaries a little bit around Ortho, which is just an effect Ortho has but it makes Timmy happy and that's all that Ortho notices. So, now Timmy has feelings

The other two happened at the same time so i'm gonna put them together, Snick and Toby: One day, Ortho was chilling in the lunchroom with his brother on a sports pep rally day which RSA was also attending, so the two Shrouds were sitting father away because y’know people and Ortho overheard some student saying something along the lines of, “Ok, some of those dwarves are ok, they’re all annoying but they’re tolerable. But for real, what were their names? The sneezy one and the idiot one? Why are they even here?” And Ortho doesn’t get protective much but over the dwarves? Oh you bet your sweet ass he gets protective! So Ortho, this adorable robot child every student loves, marches himself over to that table, turns off his swearing filter and says, “Talk shit about those dwarves again and I promise you, you will get hit.” This scared the shit out of them and it just so happens that Sneezy and Toby heard this and are both slightly blushing, but another reason they fell for Ortho was because Ortho often gets Sneezy medicine if he needs it or once he made Sneezy a scarf and that is now his favorite scarf. And he also helps Toby with remembering certain things, but not in a ‘Uh, you forgot something dumbass!’ type tone its more soft and sweet and they all appreciate it feelings

#feelings #twisted wonderland #Ortho x the Dwarves #gay #headcanons #ask

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roger-that-cap · 3 years

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what a lovely dream it is

english major!wanda x english major!fem!reader

summary: who would have thought that wanda, the self proclaimed queen of reading science fiction, would be just as obsessed with shakespeare as you?

warnings: one use of the word “su*cide”. shakespeare. nerds quoting lines. bad writing. (i challenged myself into writing this in an hour and a half). cringey writing (there is a difference)

word count: 4k!

You and Wanda connected at first because you two spoke the same language from different regions. It felt like she spoke British English, and you spoke American English. You were on the same wavelength but not exactly the same individual wave, but it was as close as you had ever gotten with someone who you deemed worth your time.

While everyone else was partying or drinking until they threw up or flaunting around bags with white powder in them, you sat with your back to the wall after studying, reading a classic, knowing that the change of her leaning against the same wall and doing the exact same thing you were was high.

You met her in the library, on your third day at your university. You were trying to find your group of authors, your little nook where you would feel the safest in the entire school. You had stumbled right into the fantasy section, looked around for a second, and then tripped over a brown boot that was just at the start of the science fiction shelf.

“I’m so sorry,” a woman’s voice murmured, and you just shook your head and said that it was okay, much more interested in the way that your hands suffered from the fall on the carpet than the girl. Until you looked up.

It was everything about her that stunned you. The brown hair, the flush of her cheeks, the apologetic look in her pale blue eyes that caressed her features to sit in one beautiful and genuine expression. The moment your eyes landed on her, you swore that your heart stopped and started in the same second, and then took a run for it with all of the parts of your brain that you needed to make a coherent thought.

You promised yourself in that moment that you would never forget the way the woman in front of you looked. And despite seeing hundreds of more faces throughout your self-tour, you never truly did forget it. If you didn’t know any better, if you were perhaps any younger and less exposed to the cruelty of the world and fate and its way of not giving you what you wanted, you would have been certain that the universe had finally given you the contemporary meet cute that you yearned for.

But then, you saw which aisle she was in. You looked at the books and recognized the authors just to be sure, and then you turned to look at her. “You’re into science fiction?”

Her apologetic look fell completely into a look of pure surprise, and then excitement, almost as if she thought that she found someone else who liked the genre she did. “Well, it’s the best genre that was ever written.”

“Wow, how wrong,” you found yourself saying, and somehow, you knew that the look of offense on her face was all for fun. “It’s definitely gothic literature.” The look she gave you was one that you would never forget.

A week later, you ran into her in the cafeteria, holding a copy of The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, your beat up one from home that you would put your life on the line for. The cover was torn up a bit and the pages were dog eared, from a time where you hadn’t discovered the way that bookmarks changed lives. It was the copy your cousin got you, and it was your favorite gift to date.

She was holding The Martian Chronicles. You nearly gagged.

At first, you thought she hadn’t seen you, or hadn’t recognized you, which was even worse. You sighed under your breath and said, “at least it’s not Nineteen Eighty Four,” and watched in complete horror as she turned around.

She locked eyes with you immediately, and her own eyes widened when she saw you, and then she grinned when she undoubtedly recognized you and your disdain for science fiction. “No, it’s even better than Nineteen Eighty Four.”

“Anything is better than that,” you said, swallowing down your nerves at speaking to the girl again, kicking yourself for being so nervous despite not even knowing her name.

She gave you that same “offended” look she gave you during your first interaction, and you cracked a small smile. “Um, don’t you voluntarily go into the gothic section?”

The smile dropped. “The most valid section in the library? Sure do.”

She smiled too, a genuine grin as she took a step forward and extended her hand. For a second, you just looked at it, the calmness that came with the discussion of literature suddenly washed away so far back into your mind that you panicked for a moment, not reaching for her hand until you saw it shake in just the slightest, like she was regretting even doing it.

You nearly bumped your elbow on the table trying to stand up and shake her hand. Your hands connected and you grinned so wide it felt like your face had split open. You told her your name and she repeated it to make sure she had heard you loud and clear, and then, she smiled even brighter.

“Nice to meet you, Dracula. I’m Wanda.” And that was where it started.

As your library meetups started to become more intentional than not, you learned that not only was Wanda a student that stayed in the dorms, but the student who was next door to you. You learned that she pretty much kept to herself for the most part besides a few other people at the university, and that she kept a small circle. You learned that her favorite book was Brave New World. You learned that she would rather shy away from classic romance novels, even though you didn’t mind them, and that she hated gothic literature. You loved it. Your favorite book was The Picture of Dorian Gray, for god's sake. So, you hated each other’s favorite genres.

�� But you both loved symbolism. And you were both English majors. And for some very odd, very coincidental reason, you both met in what was nowhere near the middle- Shakespearean plays.

Now, that was something that you were always made fun of for as a child. No one wanted to hang out with the girl who quoted Shakespeare, especially if it wasn’t even from Romeo and Juliet. Reading normal books just made you look “smart”, but you knew that genuinely enjoying plays would make you look pretentious. So you had always kept it to yourself when you left your hometown. Until Wanda came along.

Wanda came along, and suddenly, you found yourself quoting tragedies and getting the correct response back. Sometimes, she would even start it first. You would do nerdy things like halfway reenact scenes because even you guys weren’t that nerdy… you supposed.

One morning, you and Wanda were in a study group (that was hardly productive because it was just Wanda’s little circle that was actually astoundingly close), and she looked over your shoulder to see your computer, where you were hardly typing an essay about the importance of the establishment of places for higher education. She put her chin against your shoulder, sat there for a minute, and then turned her head to whisper in your ear, “nothing will come of nothing.” It was embarrassing, the way your eyes lit up at hearing her voice, and even more so when Natasha, Wanda’s extremely perceptive friend, picked up on what you were feeling. The red head shot you the widest grin ever known to man.

“C’mere, Frankenstein,” Wanda said one night, already looking over at you while you tried to finish your work for the day.

You held back the smile on your face as you sat on your bed, one leg over it while you typed. “I’m right here.”

“No, here,” she emphasized, and then she was patting the spot on the small couch in your room, the same look in her eyes that always came with when she asked for any kind of physical contact.

That was by far the worst thing about Wanda, and it hardly had anything to do with her. She was touch starved, and touch was your love language. Her asking you to hold her on the couch used to mean nothing to you, because at one point, you just thought she was pretty. But now, holding her hand on top of the table while you both were submerged in your respective worlds felt like a promise ring. Letting her rest her head on your shoulder and in your neck felt like giving your vulnerability over to her, and feeling her hand rub against your back felt like she was taking it and guarding it. But you knew she didn’t feel the same way, not at all.

She was straight.

But it did you no good when she quoted back some of your favorite lines. It didn’t help when she said all of the romantic lines towards you at the drop of a hat, almost like she didn’t even realize what she was saying. She didn’t understand the way your heart died and was revived every time she said something like that, something that was so dear and vulnerable to you. And she certainly never would, because you would never tell her.

Now that you thought about it, allowing yourself to fall for her was the dumbest and most destructive thing you could have ever done. The first bookworm who didn’t make fun of you for your knowledge and love of old plays was the one that took hold of your heart, and now you were paying for being such an idiot. Now you would have to sit through three more years of school with her being your friend, just your friend, while you pined over her. It was going to be hell.

And was it. You had to sit through her saying the most romantic of Shakespearean quotes every day and act like she wasn’t making your heart shake. You had to listen to her speaking the language that you two shared and pretend that you just wanted to be her friend. You were so attached to her and everything that you two had established together, and you couldn’t ruin it by giving her googly eyes. She was way too important for that. Because now, she was way more than a person who you could talk to about old plays. She was the person that you could talk to about anything, without a doubt. Anything but the intense crush that you were harboring for her, and the way that she made your heart sing and your soul ascend whenever you smelled her perfume or saw her smile. Anything but that.

§§

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” You looked up from your book only to see Wanda looking over at you, lying down on the blanket and just watching you. You swore later on when you were alone that you imagined it, but for a moment you could have sworn that you saw a flash of adoration in her eyes. “Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

You were choking on the inside. Your face was blank, but your mind was going haywire, and you couldn't think of anhytnign besides holding back the urge to say something that you had no chance of taking back. “You’re in a sonnet mood today, aren’t you?”

“And what mood are you in today, Jekyll?”

“I’m in the mood to finish this book,” you teased, and she rolled her eyes.

“What if I’m in the mood to sit and watch a movie?”

“Then you should do it,” you said, going the way your heart clenched at the thought of her cutting your friendly outing short. “I’ll follow you in an hour or two.”

She gave you a look. “You know I don’t go anywhere without you.”

“You can go watch a movie, Wands.” You sighed out, closing your book and wedging your pointer finger between the pages so that you wouldn't get lost.

“I’ll wait,” she said, and you shook your head at her.

“I don’t want to hold you back from getting in time with your favorite sci fi movies.”

“Can I go forward when my heart is here?”

You were hit with such a wave of longing that you had to shut your eyes for a moment, but it looked like it was simply a long blink. “You’re so cheesy.”

“I want to hear one,” Wanda said, leaning on her elbows as she stared up at you, and your heart pounded. She looked celestial, glowing under the sunlight with growing grass around her and a sweet smile budding on her face. “You never quote any back to me anymore, you know?”

You knew, for sure. It was on purpose that you didn’t quote back. If you were to continue the conversation in romantic quotes, it was going to feel way too real to you. You could handle Wanda and her touches, but you were not going to be able to handle quoting Romeo and Juliet to her. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled softly, and then you heard her make a sound with her tongue, a displeased clicking noise.

You looked up at her and lost your breath again, and your mental footing. There she was, looking up at you with her pretty eyes, giving you a look more intense than she had ever given you before. She was… it was almost like she was waiting for something, like she knew something. She was staring up at you and leaning on her hand in a way that was so oddly domestic in your mind, and you could almost see in your mind the way that she would do that if you woke up in the same bed, like she was waiting for you to wake up and trying to memorize your face. It made you warm on the inside, and just like she always managed to do, your brain turned to mush.

“Conscience doth make cowards of us all,” you blurt, and you saw her brows pull in for a second. You blinked.

“Huh?”

You were panicking on the inside. There were plenty of ways that she could have taken the quote that you had chosen, but you knew exactly what it sounded like. A half assed love confession. “You know, from Hamlet,”

“Of course I know it’s from Hamlet, Jekyll.” She shook her head at you and sat up, crossing her legs without breaking eye contact. “But why that quote? You know so many, and you chose the one about death.”

Unfortunately, it’s death by silence in this context, not by swords. “You said you wanted to hear a line,” you said, shrugging as you opened your book, trying to get rid of the embarrassment that you knew would stick to you for hours and hours.

“What a line,” she said, and then she rolled over to look up at the sky. Minutes later, you heard her sigh. “What a line.”

§§

Romeo + Juliet was a classic for your movie night. At first, Wanda showed it to you after you boycotted it for years, despite your male celebrity crush being one of the main characters in it. You had always avoided watching because of the modernism, but one Wanda made you sit down and watch it, you actually found good things about it. For instance, the party scene.

“It was done wonderfully,” Wanda would always say from beside you after your extremely predictable comment of the scene being a masterpiece.

Like always, there were a few moments of silence as you two watched the movie together, shoulder to shoulder on the small couch in your dorm while your roommate was off getting high. You watched the rest of it in near silence, halfway focused on the movie while the other part of your mind was split in two; feeling blessed that Wanda was even there with you, soclose, and feeling cursed that she was so close but so far. It was the perfect moment to hold her close like you wanted to so badly, but the timing wasn’t right. And that killed you.

“Do you ever think about how they fell in love so fast?” Wanda asked, and you shrugged your shoulders. “I’d say that they were encroaching on soulmate territory.”

“Soulmates, or foolish teenagers?”

“I hardly know of any teenagers who would die for each other, even if they thought they were in love,” Wanda pointed out, and you rolled your eyes at her. “Don’t give me that face. I’m right, and you know it.”

“I’ll always let you believe it, sci fi.”

“But, really, don’t you ever want something like that?”

You turned your face from the screen and looked at her incredulously, like she had gone mad while completing the process of growing three heads. “A suicide pact?”

She groaned and threw her head back. “No. A love like that. Take away the death and violence, and look at what they had.”

“It bloomed too quickly to have much potential later in life,” you countered. “That was infatuation, and that never lasts long.”

“You think that they both died for infatuation?”

“I think that they were young, and it’s hard to tell the difference between love and infatuation at any age, let alone as a teenager. I think they thought they loved each other to the ends of the earth, but I guess they’ll never know.”

“You’re so cynical. Just like a person whose favorite is gothic literature.” You laughed, leaning forward towards her without even noticing what you were doing. “Do you believe in love?”

“Of course I do,” you answered, giving her a look. “I’m just saying, Romeo and Juliet were not in true love. They were confused.”

Then, the playful air that the conversation was flowing on changed so quickly that you nearly got whiplash and your heart started racing. The way Wanda was looking at you sent a chill down your spine, and in that moment, you were worried. “Are you confused?”

You took in a breath. “About what?”

“About anything,” she said slowly, almost like she felt like she was walking on thin ice with skates on. “Books, people, love, food, sexuality,” she ignored the way that you choked, “writing a paper, how to get a strike in bowling. Or how to realize that Romeo and Juliet were definitely in love.”

“You’re so intent on proving that they were to me,” you said, a laugh bubbling over and into your words. “Why are you suddenly so passionate about them now?”

“The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.”

Your heart jumped out of your chest again, and your hands clenched into weak fists as you tried to will yourself into not assuming that she was talking about you. And then, white hot panic struck you at the thought of her being in love with someone else. “Speak low if you speak of love.”

“Why should I?” Wands asked, shifting from her position on the couch to put a hand under her chin and watch you, her kind eyes afire with something that you had yet to see in them yet. “Really, Jekyll. Why?”

You hardly waited a full second before responding as truthfully as you ever would. “I’m afraid.” Before she could get a word in, you shook your head and finally loosened your lips, letting all of your worries and fears slide right through your teeth. “I’m afraid that I’ve fallen in love with someone who can never love me back. I’m scared to admit that I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I’m afraid that you aren’t into girls.” You saw her make a face, almost like she couldn't believe that you were even suggesting the things that you were. “I don’t quote Shakespeare to you anymore because it feels too real to have you say lines like that back to me. I think that I’ve latched onto you without even meaning to, and now I don’t know if I can ever let you go.”

Wanda was silent. She was watching you, as quietly as the sun hovered over the earth while she shone her light. Your heart had never beat so fast before as you watched her watch you with a face so blank that you were sure that she hadn’t retained a damn thing that you pulled from the depths of your heart. Then, the daunting thought that she had heard and understood everything but chose not to act swallowed you whole, and your hands started to shake. You gave a humorless laugh and finally looked away from the woman who had raised your spirits and crushed them all within five minutes. “I’m sorry. I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

“I’m so sorry.” You repeated, shaking your head and closing your eyes for a second as hot tears burned in them. When they opened, a fat tear sappetered onto your hand. I’m such an idiot. You looked to the screen, and then saw Romeo screaming, on the ground, and you could hear the words even though your ears were rushing with blood. I defy you, stars. “You don't have to say anything back, I know you don’t feel the same.” Your eyes pulled away from the screen. “I can leave- wait, um, this is my dorm. I-”

“Doubt thou the stars are fire,” Wanda started slowly, and your brows furrowed as you heard the words fall from her lips. Fuck. You knew what this ended with, and still, you couldn’t wrap your head around it. “Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.”

Your eyes were wide by the end of it, watery and fixed on her. “W-what?”

“How could you not have known?” Wanda asked softly, and you but your lip to stop from bursting into tears.

“I thought you were straight!” You accused, and to your surprise, she laughed.

“No, sweetheart.” Your heart stuttered. “I’m not.”

Your breathing was still slightly heavy as you tried to get a grip on everything that was happening. “You… you feel the same way?”

“Of course I do, Jekyll.” She said, and you found yourself falling for her expressive eyes all over again as she stared up at you. You reached your hand out experimentally, like she did the second time you ever met, and you waited that torturous moment for her to take your hand in a way that was much different than all the other times you shared a touch. This touch was the moment of truth.

She took your hand, kissed your knuckles, and put your palm on her cheek.

“The very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly to your service.”

“This can’t be anything but a dream,” you murmured, feeling her cheek in your hand and the way they were warm and flushed. The softness was bringing you in and out of your head, and every time you went back to reality, you were thrusted into a little sliver of paradise.

“Well, what a lovely dream it is, then.” Her lips found yours. The movie played on, the clock kept its incessant ticking, and your leg was starting to tingle from sitting on it in the same position for so long. But to you, time absolutely stopped. And as long as a particular science fiction nerd was in front of you, nothing that ticked or clicked or buzzed was ever going to matter.

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i said i wasn’t going to post this, but i did it anyway!! hope you guys enjoyed this fic!! it was a lot of fun to write but it also made me mad nervous LMAO let’s hope this wasn’t absolute dogshit

@teenwonder i know you said you wanted a tag on my stuff so here it is, love!! 💕💕

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hanemiso · 3 years

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Operation: Dairy For Dazai

>>>a dazai osamu x reader<<<

request: "omg i love your post about Dazai and his possibility of having lactose intolerance hahaha, i wish you could do a fanfic out from that"

a/n: um this is such a great idea??? this was so much fun to write omg i hope y'all like it! also i know dazai doesn't necessarily drink coffee with milk and sugar/creamer, but for the sake of the story he does! also sorry if the gif looks weird, i couldn't find his weird little run anywhere else.

synopsis: no one has seen dazai drink milk or consume dairy of any kind...it's up to the agency to figure out if dazai is lactose intoleralnt or not!

warnings: one swear word, dazai not being able to handle dairy

"hey atsushi, you ever notice that dazai doesn't consume dairy?"

"what do you mean, y/n?" atsushi asks, glancing up at you from the computer.

"think about it. have you ever seen dazai drink milk? eat cheese? buy ice cream?" you press on, raising your brows.

atsushi takes a second to think before responding with, "now that you mention it, no i haven't...why are you asking anyway?"

"i think dazai is lactose intolerant."

you now have atsushi's full attention as he rolls closer to your desk and furrows his brows. he looks around the room for the brunette you're talking about before turning back to you, "you think so? i don't know...maybe it's like a dietary thing."

you deadpan, "you really think the man who goes out of his way to try new attempts at committing suicide--the one who came into the office with a hallucinogenic mushroom from a random mountain--is concerned with his own nutrition?"

atsushi goes silent and nods his head in agreement.

"come on, atsushi. i mean, why would that be the one thing out of his entire diet that he'd choose to cut out?"

"that's true, i've seen the kinds of things he eats...but why is this something you're interested in?"

"because, atsushi, the thought of THE dazai osamu even having one slight weakness--and the fact that it very well may be dairy, of all things-- is amusing. you don't find it interesting? that he can survive things like bullet wounds and getting kidnapped without any problem, but a glass of milk could completely ruin him?"

atsushi was beginning to take interest in what you were talking about. you had a point, he couldn't deny that. they don't know much about dazai and his life as it is. just as it began clicking in his brain, kunikida walks over to your desk to tell you both to get back to work. at the sound of his footsteps, you turn towards him and before he can say anything at all, you ask him the same question as atsushi. kunikida has a smiliar reaction and response to atsushi, which just adds to the curiosity of dazai's possible dairy problem.

"i don't pay attention to that idiot's diet anyway, nor do i care." he says matter-of-factly.

anyone could tell that kunikida was slightly interested, just by the way he was continuing to linger by your desk as you continued talking about it with atsushi. soon enough, tanizaki had joined the conversation; then ranpo and kenji, and soon everyone in the agency other than fukuzawa. everyone was huddled around your desk, sharing memories of dazai's lack of dairy consumption. it was then decided that this theory of dazai being lactose intolerant would be put to the test when dazai returned to the office.

ranpo had come up with the idea, it wasn't too elaborate but a simple plan that could trick even the likes of dazai into drinking a glass of milk. during the discussion of dazai's dietary habits, it was also brought to everyone's attention by kunikida that it seems dazai doesn't have a high spice tolerance either. with that in mind, the plan was for the agency to have a joint dinner tonight, with curry on the menu tonight; spicy curry to be exact. dazai always flirts with you in the office, so it was your job to distract him by indulging in his pick-up lines and such. once he takes a bite and realizes it's too spicy for him, he'd try to find water to alleviate the pain, but coincidentally there is no water in sight. because of this, he'd be forced to drink the glass of milk you hand him. of course, if this didn't work, for dessert you'd give him a cup of coffee with milk and sugar (he uses non-dairy creamer in his coffee anyway).

you and kyouka set up a table to put the bowls of curry on, while atsushi and kunikida began bringing in the curry. tanizaki, naomi, and ranpo were in charge of getting the desserts to really sell the image of a nice gathering. kenji and yosano were in charge of tinkering with the water pipes to close off any possibility of access to water. this task was treated with such care, as any mission brought into the agency would be. each and every one of you were interested in learning about this side of dazai; are you going the extra mile for such a minuscule detail of someone's life? yes, but will it be amusing to find out the truth? also yes.

soon enough, dazai is spotted out the window. the truth is about to be revealed, and you are all nervous but excited.

"remember guys, act natural! operation: dairy for dazai starts now!" you exclaim quietly.

you can hear everyone take a deep breath and begin "talking" amongst themselves as dazai walks in. he stops in his tracks as he eyes the table holding all the bowls of curry and widens his eyes in surprise.

"oh? what's this?" he asks, gesturing to the table.

"y/n suggested having dinner in the agency tonight, so we got some curry and desserts." atsushi explains.

"have a bowl, dazai-kun." you smile at him as you hand him the bowl of spicy curry.

"ah, you're too nice, my belladonna!" he exclaims and grabs the bowl.

so far so good, you think.

you can feel the tension in the room as everyone waits for dazai to take a bite. the conversations carry on amongst people, but no one was truly paying attention to what was being said. the gazes of each member of the agency shifted to dazai as he raised the spoon up to his mouth. you could hear the sound of everyone in the room holding their breaths, even kunikida was sweating.

once the spoon had been placed in his mouth, everyone froze in place. you and atsushi tried to pretend to not be paying much attention to dazai, but it was so hard not to when all of a sudden he stopped chewing. you both slowly turn your head towards him and see his eyes go wide once again. he hurries to the nearest trashcan and spits out the spoonful, quickly turning and looking for a cup of water on the table.

"w-what's wrong, dazai-san?" atsushi asks, also sweating.

"h-hot! spicy curry! atsushi-kun, i need water! please!" dazai exclaims.

you run to the table and pretend to look for a cup of water before grabbing the glass of milk and hurrying towards dazai.

"sorry dazai-kun, i couldn't find any water, but i heard milk helps with the pain!" you hold out the glass of milk.

it feels like time stops as dazai sits there, breathing shallows breaths in attempts to stop the fire in his mouth, and contemplating whether he wants to try his luck with continuing to gasp for air or drinking the milk. he hates suffering, after all. in his mind, all that matters at this moment is extinguishing the flames dancing on his tongue. he grabs the glass, just as planned, and drinks a couple big gulps. everyone is now turned to him, asking if he's okay.

"i'm...fine." he says between pants.

now it was only a matter of time. the dinner continued as normal, but dazai wasn't as social as usual. he sat down with you and atsushi as you continued to talk about different missions.

"oh yeah, dazai-kun, do you remember--" you turn to look at him but realize he's staring at the ground intently as sweat beads on his face, "dazai?"

he blinks once and tries regaining his composure as he looks up at you with his usual smile, "yes, belladonna?"

"are you feeling alright?" you ask with concern laced in your voice.

"of course i am!" dazai tries to reply cheerily, but his bright tone is cut off by a rumbling in his stomach that makes his face twist.

he tries replacing his expression with a smile again, but it looks more pained as another low rumble emits from his body. at this point, everyone in the office is stealing glances. he looks back at the ground as his eyes widen yet again, and only two words are uttered before he takes off running to the bathroom:

"oh shit."

everyone stares at the door, processing what just happened. it was so silent, the only sound you could hear was dazai's rapid footsteps echoing down the hall.

"i knew it." you smirk a bit to yourself.

but your feeling of victory is brief as the horrid smell invades your nostrils. your poor co-workers get assaulted by the same stench, and you all are forced to evacuate.

operation: dairy for dazai was a success, but at what cost?

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BONUS: how chuuya found out about dazai's lactose intolerance

chuuya was the only person who knew of dazai's problem with dairy, but the way he found out was purely accidental and scarred him.

the event took place when they were 17, and they were both stopping for a drink at a local cafe after a mission. the mission wasn't too bad, but it was early in the morning and chuuya wanted coffee. dazai told him it would stunt his already lacking growth, so chuuya wasn't in the greatest mood; he never was around dazai.

"i wanna sit down so you can order for me!" dazai claps his hands together.

"hey! i don't wan-" chuuya begins to protest but dazai cuts him off while walking away.

"you know what i like!"

chuuya grumbles in annoyance as he heads to the counter and orders two drinks. in his fit of anger, he accidentally ordered two coffees with milk and sugar, but failed to notice as he brought the cups to the table dazai sat at. he narrows his eyes as he sets the cup down in front of dazai and sits across from him. chuuya stares out the window to try and tune out dazai when he hears dazai ask him something quietly.

"is there...milk in this?"

chuuya scoffs and replies, "what's wrong, can't handle a bit of milk?"

he was obviously joking, but the sound that emits from dazai's body in response makes him realize it was no joke. dazai quickly stands and runs to the bathroom while chuuya sits there in disbelief, but with the hope that the rest of the day won't be ruined because of it.

that was wishful thinking though, as they frequently had to stop at public restrooms on their way home and chuuya had to deal with the rancid odor that followed dazai as closely as his own shadow.

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queensoybean0724 · 3 years

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Succession Chapter 13 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 13

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, the Duke

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (shower sex, P in V, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*, creampie)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary. While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction. Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter 13

The hot water cascaded down your body. Steam fogged up the windowed walls of the shower stall. Your eyes were closed and you melted back against Heisenberg’s body as he washed your hair and massaged your scalp. His fingers felt amazing, kneading and relieving the tension.

He turned you around to face him, cupped your face in his hands, and tilted your head back. As the water rinsed the suds from your hair, his lips closed over yours, kissing you deeply. You kept your head under the rush of water as your arms wrapped around his waist, holding his naked body close to yours. Heisenberg moaned into your mouth and you wanted to devour him. After hours of fucking, you thought you would have gotten at least a bit of your pent-up arousal out of your system, but you craved him more and more.

Heisenberg kissed down your jaw and neck. You shivered against him at the feel of his tongue starting at your chest and slowly licking up your neck and back to your mouth. “Mmmmm fuck...I want to lick every drop of water from your body, Y/N,” Heisenberg murmured against your lips before kissing you.

You needed him again...you were always going to need this man.

“Fuck me, Karl…” you whispered, turning around in his arms, leaning forward, and placing your hands on the windowed wall.

Heisenberg growled as his hands pulled you by your hips. You felt him against your ass, his slow thrusts sliding his cock between your thighs. “How the fuck are you doing this to me?” he whispered against your ear, his left hand moving up the front of your body, softly grasping your neck, “I’ve fucked you over and over again...and I can’t get enough. I want you even more now that I’ve fucked you…”

“I still want you, too,” you said, one hand sliding down the window, making a handprint in the steam, “please, Karl...I’m aching…” With a gruff curse, he reached down between your legs, angled his cock, and pushed inside of you.

The both of you moaned loudly, the noises echoing in the shower stall. Heisenberg’s fingers tightened on your neck as his hips moved against you. The wet slap of skin against skin joined the echoes.

Heisenberg’s lips kissed and licked along your ear as he grunted and growled. Goosebumps rose on your skin as the feel of his cock caressed back and forth along your G-spot. The soothing pleasure of the hot water relaxed you as he pushed deeper inside of you. He stretched you open and the feeling was exquisite. You never wanted to be without his hands on you and his body pressed to yours.

His left hand stayed at your neck, holding you against him as his right hand moved around to your clit, trapping it under his index and middle fingers.

“Karl…” you moaned loudly, pushing back into his increasing thrusts. Heisenberg fucked you like a madman, so desperate to cum inside of you and to feel you cum around his cock.

“Oh my god...Y/N...cum...I want you to cum…” he ordered, holding you tight between his body and his hand. You wriggled and moved helplessly, chasing the orgasm that he wanted to give to you.

You rested your head against his shoulder and cried out as you toppled over the edge. Your orgasm was intense and fierce, quickly giving way to overpowering as your clit became hypersensitive. Heisenberg’s teeth sunk into the soft, wet skin of your shoulder as he emptied himself inside of you. The muffled moans seemed to slip into your skin and nestle deep into your soul. His arms wrapped tight around you, holding you close, unable to let you go.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum…” Heisenberg murmured.

Once the two of you caught your breath, you continued your shower. He shampooed his hair as you took a washcloth and soap and washed his body. You took your time, washing every inch of his body, ogling his taut limbs and strong frame. He chuckled as he caught you gazing at him and squeezing his flesh.

“Struck by a vision?” he asked, an amused smile on his face.

“I’m just admiring the view,” you quipped, reaching around to lightly pinch his ass. He laughed heartily as he washed the suds from his hair.

Then it was his turn to wash you. His hands worked the soap into a lather as he cleaned your body, taking his time to grope you and massage your achy muscles. Having sex consistently for hours was bound to make anyone sore. He moved behind you and reached around to wash your breasts, thoroughly massaging them and pinching your nipples. Arousal pulsed in your cunt, but you had to focus. The Duke would be outside the factory shortly and you thought it rude to keep him waiting.

Heisenberg shut off the shower and opened the stall door, grabbing two towels. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off as you took the other towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he went to the kitchen area, letting you dry yourself off. You watched him as he made coffee on the stove and cooked a small breakfast.

It was unusual watching this domesticated moment between you and Heisenberg. In such a short amount of time, the two of you had fallen into this routine...this habit. You found that you were getting more and more comfortable around him. He did not arouse feelings of fear, dread, and unease anymore. It was hard to imagine that just a few days ago, you were fearful of him despite the evident attraction you two felt for one another. But after the truth came out...and of course the fucking...you felt drawn to him, emotionally as well as physically.

You towel dried your hair and wrapped it around your body as you sifted through your clothing for something warm to wear.

“I still need to wash my dirty clothes,” you reminded Heisenberg, “before long, I won’t have any clean clothes left.”

Heisenberg chuckled as he cooked bacon and fried eggs on the stove. “If I had my way, pussycat, you would walk around naked all the time…”

You rolled your eyes as he turned his head to you and gave you a naughty wink. “Dirty old man…” you quipped, a smile toying with your lips. He laughed and turned back to the food. You took in his strong back and the towel covering his nakedness from the waist down. A sudden image of going up behind him and ripping his towel off played in your mind, but once again you had to remind yourself that the Duke was going to be there soon.

You rifled through one of the extra suitcases Heisenberg brought you from the crash and found an oversized long sleeved shirt. The fabric felt warm and cozy. You put on your bra and panties before pulling the shirt over your head. Your favorite pair of jeans completed the look.

Heisenberg placed your plate on the table and you sat and ate quietly as he got dressed. As tempting as it was to want to turn and watch him take off his towel, you knew that it would only add to your arousal. Now wasn’t the time.

“Are you going to eat?” you asked as he walked up to the table dressed in his pants and buttoned up shirt.

“No, I only drink coffee in the morning,” he said, reaching for the three items he always wore hanging around his neck.

“What are those things?” you asked, pointing your fork at them. Heisenberg took them one by one and showed them to you.

“This is a compass,” he answered, placing it over his head, “this one is a scale of sorts that helps measure metals and steel…” The last one he held in his hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth over it. “And this one is a dogtag from the German army. It belonged to my uncle. When I was a child, my uncle went AWOL during World War I and escaped here to be with my family. He died of consumption...what we know now as tuberculosis...four years later. One day as I was wandering around the village, I came across his old house...hadn’t been lived in since my family died. I found this as I was rummaging through his things. I decided to keep it…”

You hung on to his every word. His eyes looked so sad, mourning the family he had been taken from. Your heart ached for him. You cursed Mother Miranda for taking him from his flesh and blood. Heisenberg acted tough and at times had an air of self-centeredness and a large ego, but he was fragile deep inside. You wondered if he had ever told anyone else this story.

“You done?” he asked once he snapped out of his reverie. You took the last strip of bacon and ate it quickly before going to get your socks and sneakers. Heisenberg put the dogtag around his neck, put his hat on his head, and reached for his trenchcoat. You tied your shoes as he slid his sunglasses on his face.

You followed him down the hall and down a flight of stairs to the sliding double doors. He pushed one open and the two of you walked outside.

It was cold and cloudy, but the storm had passed. Fresh snow coated the ground. The sporadic pieces of metal, old factory parts, and an old beat-up car jutted up from the earth with a small amount of snow covering them. You looked down the pathway and saw the Duke sitting in the back of his cart in the exact same place where you had first met him.

The Duke smiled as you and Heisenberg approached his carriage, him puffing on his cigar. “It is good to see you again, Y/N,” he greeted.

“It’s good to see you as well, Duke,” you said. Heisenberg immediately started rifling through the supplies the Duke had lying around his cart. He wasn’t one for small talk.

You looked around the carriage for the horse. “I love your horse, Duke. What’s its name?”

“Her name is Raven,” the Duke answered, “I think she’s taken quite a liking to you since she saw you last. Call it my expert intuition, but her demeanor changed for the better after she spent some time with you…”

You chuckled softly as you started to walk towards the front, but stopped. “Karl,” you said, turning to him, “I’m going to pet the horse, not run off. Just want you to know so you don’t have a heart attack…”

Heisenberg mumbled as he sifted through the wares. “Yeah, yeah, keep it up, dollface…” he muttered, not acting in the least bit troubled by your witty repartee. You laughed and walked to Raven, slowly placing your hand on her hip.

“Hey, Raven,” you whispered soothingly, “it’s Y/N. I missed you…”

The horse turned her head in your direction and let out a huff through her nostrils. You ran your hand along her body and up her neck. Raven slowly placed her nose on your shoulder and nuzzled your face, to which you giggled. You spent a good amount of time giving her lots of rubs and pets. You didn’t think of yourself as a horse whisperer, but it was as if you could feel Raven’s admiration of you and it made your heart swell.

“I’ll see you again, I hope,” you said, giving her another pet before walking back to Heisenberg and the Duke.

Your gaze fell on a small array of crystals that hung from necklaces and bracelets. The crystals were different sizes, shapes, and colors. Some were jagged and rough while others were smooth to the touch. A small bracelet sat off to the side with a reddish crystal the size of a grape. You picked it up and admired it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the Duke said, turning his attention towards you.

“It is,” you marveled, “what kind of crystal is it?”

“Well...that looks to be a carnelian,” he answered, “carnelians bring joy and friendship...and family togetherness. It is a stone of happiness, it represents bringing things and people together…”

You smiled as you studied the bracelet. Friendship. Family. You knew exactly who you wanted to have this.

“How much?” you asked. Heisenberg had been loading his purchases into his sack and stopped to look at you. “I don’t have much and all I have is in American currency, but I can run back to get my wallet…”

“It’s on the house, my sweet,” the Duke said, smiling down at you.

“Oh no, please, let me give you something…” you spoke, but the Duke held his hand up as if the matter was closed.

“Please, Y/N, your money's no good here…” he said. You gave him a smile and thanked him, putting the bracelet in your pocket.

“I’ll need more cigars in a couple weeks,” Heisenberg spoke up, slinging the sack over his shoulder.

“Of course! And I’ll inquire about those tools, cogs, and copper wire that you need. I saw some items a few towns over...I should have them in a few weeks,” the Duke said.

“Good. Thank you,” Heisenberg said, turning and walking back to the factory.

“It was good seeing you again, Duke,” you said, waving goodbye as you jogged to Heisenberg.

“And you as well, darling,” he returned, moving his hand as if he were tipping an imaginary cap to you. You caught up with Heisenberg and looped your arm under his, placing your hand on his bicep. He looked down at your hand on him, then up at your face. You had your gaze forward on a mist of clouds hovering above the mountains, not seeing the soft smile that played on Heisenberg’s mouth as he continued walking up the pathway towards the factory.

The Duke smiled as he watched the endearing moment.

#resident evil village #resident evil village fanfic #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg fanfic #daddy heisenberg #house heisenberg #succession fanfic #succession heisenberg fanfic

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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i love all your super angsty stuff, but sometimes i want to see dream go apesht and be powerful and confident and frightening again, y'know? maybe a little unhinged still but making everyone realize that THEY made this monster by putting him in the vault O_O

OH YEAH ,, unhinged c!dream my beloved (/lh)

c!dream when he’s a hot mess, ever so slightly (or not slightly) off the rails is SO much fun to write and read ,, he’s so messed up to himself and others and makes me go like >:D the entire time

im not sure if this is what you wanted, exactly, but boy was it fun to write. c!sam,, is not having a good day lmao

tw: blood, violence, implied torture, offscreen murder, death threats, mental instability, emotional distress, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!sam critical (not really? But I digress)

Ranboo is in the wrong place in the wrong time.

He thinks, halfheartedly, that that could be the name of his autobiography. What To Do If The Universe Hates You, an Advice Book By Ranboo T. Beloved doesn’t sound too shabby, all things considered - it’s applicable, at the very least. It’d been true with George’s house, true for the Butcher Army, true when he’d been the one that Techno found in search for his armor back, true now, with sirens blaring from the prison that he’s coincidentally probably the closest to out of everyone on the server. Part of him wants to just ditch the place for Snowchester, as he was originally planning to do; unfortunately, caring about pretty much everyone means caring about what’s going on with their greatest enemy, especially now that Wilbur’s been revived.

Ranboo hurries towards the prison, dunking water by his feet to activate his trident. It only takes him a few Riptides (what can he say - he did say he was close to the prison) for the beach in front of the giant, dark-walled structure to come into sight, two figures stood in front of the smaller box containing the Nether Portal. One of them, standing tall and wearing glinting purple netherite, is clearly, unmistakably Sam, which means he other stranger- well, not stranger, exactly, must be Dream.

Ranboo skids to a stop on the hillside, not wanting to jump into the fray until he knows exactly what’s happening; Techno’s voice rings in his head (the element of surprise is one of your greatest weapons in battle) then Phil’s (what he means is don’t be an idiot, mate) and he settles, silent, to observe with an enderpearl readied in his hand.

It’s no wonder he didn’t recognize Dream, at first - he looks nothing like the man that Ranboo remembers, almost doesn’t look like a person at all. His hair is long and tangled, hanging in clumps around his face. Even from the distance, he looks like a wreck, all sharp edges and skinny, shaking limbs, a heavy netherite axe hefted in one hand. Ranboo shudders at the sight of the blood already on the blade, at the various injuries painting the orange of his prison uniform more red than orange, and looks to make sure his sword is close at hand.

“Prisoner,” Sam’s voice is gravelly, tight with stress. He sounds the same way he did that one time he confronted Ranboo about the prison books he didn’t remember signing, the pages filled with strange runes that he somehow could understand- “Stand down.”

“Sam-” Dream laughs, high-pitched and grating, and Ranboo’s tail lashes anxiously. Dream’s hand raises to his face, his shoulders shaking as the other hand tightens over the handle of his axe, “Awesam. Sammy- I told you, didn’t I? I fucking told you what would happen.”

“Dream-”

“Unless you want to end up like Quackity, I suggest you stop talking, Warden.”

It’s quite a sight to see someone in fully armored netherite cower from someone completely unarmored, looking more dead than alive, but well - it is Dream, and Ranboo finds himself cringing back at the words even though he’s not even in the area. He steals a look at his communicator; the rest of the server has noticed the sirens, it seems, but nobody seems to understand what exactly is going on, much less be ready for a potential fight, and a nervous shiver runs down his spine.

“Sammy,” Dream stalks forward, his axe braced in front of him, “Look at you. You’re so goddamn pathetic-” He spits the words like venom, back hunched, center of gravity pulled close to the ground - he looks more mob than human, watches Sam with the same wild-eyed desperation that Ranboo’s seen in a starving wolf chasing down prey, “Such a fucking coward that you couldn’t do shit yourself. Well- good for Quackity, isn’t it? It sure ended up well for him.”

Ranboo shivers, looking at the blood staining the netherite blade with ice rising in his chest. No- he didn’t-

“You know how good it felt to plunge this axe into his neck?” Dream laughs, the sound raspy and unsettling, making Ranboo shrink back in his hiding spot, “You know how many times he threatened to do the same to me? You know how many times he’s used this exact fucking axe to cave my ribs in?” He hurls the blade down and Ranboo reaches out with a wordless shout, watching as the axe strikes the earth in a spray of sand, “HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES, SAM?”

“Dream-”

“Don’t- You don’t get to call me that,” Dream pulls the axe back, looks up with another round of breathless laughter. “You- don’t you fucking dare.”

Sam draws back- Ranboo can’t place the expression that flashes over his face, something a little like fear, something a little like guilt. He doesn’t seem to try and say anything, a sword appearing in his hand.

“So you want to try this too,” Dream’s voice pitches low, becoming something hysterical, almost amused, “Sure! We’ll play. Try to last a little longer than Quackity, will you?”

He flashes forward, much much faster than he should with the amount of injuries that claw over his arms and legs, brings the axe down in a heavy clang that is only barely met by Sam’s sword. Ranboo looks left and right, tries to find others coming to the Warden’s aid, finds none. Dream’s pace is ruthless, bringing down the axe again and again, hardly reacting when Sam catches him by the arm on his blade. Sam hisses in alarm as the axe handle is swung into the inside of his arm, loses his grip on the sword as the back end of the axe catches it at the base. Dream heaves in shuddering breaths, axe clanging against Sam’s armor and sending the creeper hybrid toppling to the ground with a sharp exhale of breath, presses the bloody blade beneath his chin.

“You know-” He smiles, pressing the axe forward further, making Sam lift his head as he falls back against the sand, “You were kind of useful, you know? You and Quackity, I mean.” Dream hisses angrily, words pitching lower, “Do you know what’s the easiest way to make someone hurt? Do you know where to hit someone for it to cause the most pain? Do you know how it feels to break every bone in your fucking body? Quackity said he’d make every fucking day of my life a living hell.” He raises his axe, foot ground down on Sam’s arm, “How about I return the favor?”

Ranboo throws his enderpearl.

He raises his sword, braces against the vibrations running up his arms as the axe crashes down on it with a grimace as he readies himself to fight. Dream draws back for a second- “‘Boo?’

“Ranboo, run,” Sam shouts behind him, pulling his arm to his chest as he moves to stand, “Get out of here-”

“No, no, I think he can stay,” Dream’s eyes flash, harden. “Figures that he’d play the traitor once again, doesn’t it Ranboo?”

“I was never your ally-”

“You and the rest of this damned server, ‘Boo,” He laughs dangerously, draws back as Sam gets to his feet. Ranboo watches as he kicks up Sam’s sword, catching it in his left hand. “Oh well. As much as I would’ve liked to take another life-”

A flash of blue-green, and there’s someone else standing there, a crossbow loosely held in one hand, smiling lazily through his hair.

“-it looks like my ride out is here.”

“You’ve made quite the mess,” Wilbur drawls, rolling his eyes at the man beside him, “I have to say- I’m a little impressed.”

“Wil,” Dream breathes, shoulders visibly falling, looking at the other man with a sort of soft-edged reverence that makes Ranboo shift uncomfortably at the sight. It feels off, wrong, to see him go from a raging, frothing thing to someone docile, expression filled with a mockery of adoration.

“We’ll be off then, gentlemen,” Wilbur salutes with one hand, lips quirking up. “No hard feelings, Ranboo, Sam,” he nods at each of them with their names and tosses an enderpearl into the horizon, Dream doing so at the same time, “We’ll see you around.”

Ranboo watches, lungs heaving, as they disappear.

“...you know, Sam, I think we might be in a little bit of trouble.”

#tw blood #tw violence #tw torture #tw death threats #tw mental instability #tw murder #tw emotional distress #tw dark content #tw threats #long post #prison arc #pandora's vault #warden sam critical #c!sam critical #my writing :D #my asks !!

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lcvemalfcy · 3 years

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Mission Accomplished || D.M

summary: pansy and blaise make it their mission to get y/n and draco together

pairing: draco x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, not sure abt anything else — please comment if I missed something!!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: pls ive been writing this since the beginning of feb but i didn’t know how to end it off

draco had taken an interest in you ever since you had laughed at a joke he mumbled during class, with no intention of being heard. he turned to the owner of the laugh, to see you sitting next to your friend with your hand over your mouth, trying to conceal your giggles. that’s when he decided that your laugh was now his favorite sound in the world and that he wanted to hear it more.

he hadn’t made his crush on you known, besides to blaise. he rarely even talked with you before, but he wanted to change that this year. he started off by greeting you whenever you two passed each other in the halls, to initiating small conversations with you during your shared classes, and now he was joining you in the library to read after he ‘coincidentally’ shared the same reading spot as you.

pansy and blaise entered the library together, in search of a book they needed in order to start on their astronomy project. they both walked to the aisle where the book would be found, pansy’s fingers gliding over the spines of the books as she searched for the one in particular. “do me a favor and help me find it?” she spat out to blaise, irritated that he stood there staring off at something she could care less about.

“is that draco with y/n?” blaise asked instead, noticing the familiar blonde boy sitting at a table across from you. this immediately caught pansy’s attention as she averted her focus from the bookshelf in front of her to the table you two sat at. “no way!”

“they are so into each other,” pansy silently squealed as she watched you burst out into giggles due to some awful joke draco had made, you seemed to have a thing for his jokes. “draco’s liked her for months now.” a grin appeared on blaise’s face, trying to hold in his laughter at draco’s lame attempt at flirting with you.

“and he hasn’t made a move on her yet?” pansy questioned. blaise shook his head side to side to answer her question when an idea suddenly entered her brain. “blaise we have to do something!”

“like what?” blaise was confused, unsure of what pansy meant. “forget the project, we have to set them up! mission y/n and draco!” pansy exclaimed. she excitedly grabbed blaise’s hand and dragged him to a table far from yours to create a plan, while blaise internally groaned, knowing how passionate she could become when it came to stuff like this.

being a prefect always was an advantage. and luckily for pansy and blaise who were both prefects, this made it easy for them to execute their plan.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

one foggy night, you threw a jumper and sweats over your body, preparing for your late night stroll around the castle. you liked to do this whenever you couldn’t fall asleep, finding that a walk seemed to be relaxing and calm the thoughts running through your head.

you exited your dormitory quietly, being careful enough to not wake your sleeping dormmates. you walked down the stairs and into the common room, feeling chills run up and down your body as you felt the temperature drop. you made it across, about to exit the room when you walked straight into something — no, someone.

“sneaking out again, y/n?” there stood pansy ahead of you. she kept a straight face, slightly raising her eyebrow in attempt to intimidate you.

“weren’t you just asleep?” you looked back and pointed towards the steps to the dormitories, confused as to where she came from. she was asleep in the dorm, right?

“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to give you a detention,” she stated as you gave her a questioning look. “you’re not serious, are you? you know I’ve snuck out a million times already and never gave me one before,” you tried to reason with her.

“and that’s exactly why I should be giving you one, you’ve snuck out one too many times y/n. meet me for detention in snape’s classroom. saturday, 5PM, and don’t be late.” she left so quickly and was already gone before you could question her sudden change in opinion.

meanwhile, draco sat in the common room one afternoon, looking back and forth between papers as he copied goyle’s homework. with one question left, he was almost done and turned to glance at goyle’s paper one last time when it was suddenly snatched away from underneath him.

“what the hell?!” draco looked up to see blaise holding onto the piece of parchment he desperately needed in order to complete his assignment.

“really, draco? cheating? I’m absolutely flabbergasted and disappointed in you!” blaise overexaggerated and flailed his arms around, causing draco to furrow his brows in confusion. “I’m giving you a detention for going against your academic honesty!” blaise sighed and crossed his arms, dramatically shaking his head at his friend.

“what are you on mate? did you not just copy off of his homework before me?” draco was irritated as blaise prevented him from finishing his homework. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. now, meet me in snape’s classroom at 5PM on saturday for your detention.” and with that, blaise left, not giving draco a chance to hex him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

it was now saturday, a few minutes before the clock struck 5PM. you were making your way to snape’s classroom, pissed that you had to spend your free time in detention.

arriving at your destination, you opened the door and entered the classroom, curious as to what pansy had planned for your detention. the first thing you noticed was an empty classroom, before turning to the back corner and spotting your favorite blonde. “draco? what are you doing here?”

“blaise gave me a bloody detention for ‘going against my academic honesty,’ whatever that means. you?” he raised an eyebrow as he waited for your reply. “pansy caught me trying to sneak out.”

he slowly nodded as you took a seat beside him, “don’t you find it odd that blaise and pansy never give slytherins detentions, especially not their own friends. and the one time they do, it happens to be on the exact same day at the exact same time?” he questioned as you thought it over.

“you’re right, that is a bit odd.”

after waiting a few more minutes for blaise and pansy to arrive, draco went to grab his bag off the floor as he stood up. “I have better things to do and seeing that they’re late, I’m going to go do those other things. care to join?”

“lead the way, malfoy.” you grinned at him, gesturing your arm towards the door. he made his way over to the door, you following right behind him. you waited for him to open it, yet that never happened.

“the door won’t open,” he concluded after a few moments of him rattling the doorknob.

“what do you mean the door won’t open?”

“it means, the door won’t open.” you lightly shoved him out of the way, pulling out your wand and muttering alohomora. you became frustrated when you went to open the door and the lock still wouldn’t budge.

after multiple attempts to open the door, both of you realized it was no use. you guys were locked in.

you found yourself sitting on the floor besides draco, talking with one another for hours on end as you wore his jumper. he had politely offered it to you when he noticed you shivering due to the cold dungeon air, in which you denied it at first, but he kept on insisting.

you started drifting off, his words started twisting into gibberish and his voice became muffled. draco felt his heart warm when your head fell onto his shoulder. “oh c’mon y/n, don’t fall asleep on me.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just your jumper is so comfy and warm,” you lightly spoke as you snuggled closer into his body. draco thought his heart was about to burst.

suddenly, the door opened and entering the room was snape, who only stared at the two of you when he noticed his two students just casually sitting on his classroom floor. the sudden noise made you bolt awake.

“out.” his voice was curt and blunt, causing you and draco to rush to your feet. you hurriedly exited the room as draco mumbled a “sorry professor.”

you and draco ran down the hall, hardly able to contain your laughter when you entered the common room.

sitting on the couches before you and draco were pansy and blaise, who wore amused looks upon draco’s and your appearance.

“nice jumper, y/n.” blaise wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you when you and draco finally realized what was going on. “they did this on purpose, didn’t they?” draco spoke up beside you.

“I’m gonna get those little gits.” you ran straight for pansy as she yelped and ran towards the dorms, you following straight behind her.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the following day at breakfast, pansy was fangirling over the sight of you two walking down the hall hand in hand. “mission accomplished, blaise! you were actually a good partner, we should do it again sometime. ooo how about daphne and theo?”

truth be told, you were glad blaise and pansy had done that as it allowed you and draco to realize your feelings for one another.

what you did not like, was the fact that pansy and blaise had the audacity to take credit for your relationship with draco. and while it may be true, you would never admit it to them out loud.

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco one shot #draco fanfic #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy fanfiction

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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I saw this question n i really want to know yout pov . JK is a troll and he's using both JM and Tae. Lets see. JK wears a purple and green shirt the other day. Purple and green earrings during Muster and purple and green bracelets. But then he says Purple goes best with Yellow and wears matching clothes with JM. He grabs Tae away from Jin, but then grabs JM from people. So is he purposely being a fan service troll or is he stringing them both along? I don't think he knows what or who he wants anymore. he's just enjoying the attention from Vmin.

JK IS STRINGING VMIN ALONG??? I 👁👄👁

I feel like I've answered this Ask before.

I think the problem with such rhetorics for me is, it strips Jimin and Tae completely off their self agencies and reduces them to a bunch of fabled dickmatised pick me hyungs waiting on a patriarchal head with a self acclaimed big dick who then is Jungkook to choose between them to move the plot.

If that is true, then I recommend Vmin go and love themselves or better yet fuck eachother to liberate themselves from this mental hebetude.

Photo: Two pathetic dick whipped men comforting each other over a piece of dick

What at all makes y'all think that Jimin who have categorically stated he doesn't share his friends, would be ok sharing his boyfriend with his bestfriend and soulmate?

Didn't you hear BTS, Suga complain that Tae's friends are like unicorns and that he talks about them alot but none of them have seen those friends ever in one of the team building run episodes they did recently?

What makes y'all think a man who tries to keep his intimate friendship groups separate and compartmentalized from his work friendship groups- what makes you think he would be ok dating a bandmate in the first place much less share his partner with another bandmate?

Y'all make it make sense to me please.

Y'all create this rhetoric of V and Jimin so in love with their Maknae they would allow this goofy ass gen z to play them like booboo the fool. But frankly I think none of them would shed a tear over a piece of dick. I'm sorry but I just don't see them that way.

Jk barely has the reins on Jimin, how he's gone manage Tae and all these other idols yall ship him with on top🤣

Jimin is slippery than y'all think he is. He'll be gone before JK makes up his mind chilee. And if he won't go, I and JK's mom will carry him kicking and screaming cos we love us some self confident self respecting Park Jimin.

May be I'm gay but I don't think dicks are all that great for two full grown adults like Tae and Jimin to sob over. The misogyny of it all!

Now this whole fan service troll bit however...

I think I have said a couple times that Jikook, Jk especially do intentionally troll us from time to time with certain things he does with Jimin- the tissue thingy he did with JM, the pinkie ring thingy, the bottle thingy and certain "fan service" interactions with Jimin and certain members, blowing Jin a kiss and making sure it was captured etc.

It's all part of his persona I suppose and I think it's cute frankly. I just know he laughs his butt off at certain edits and analysis we throw out there. He does. Lmho.

Photo: Jimin and Jungkook watching shipper armys be clowns

Lmho.

Do I think he trolls us from time to time? Yes. Sometimes we catch on, sometimes it flies over our heads completely. I guess we need to pray for the spirit of discernment to be able to clock these moments cos 👁👄👁

That however doesn't take away from that he has genuine interest in his relationship with any of these men. It in no way invalidates what he has with Jimin. Or Jin. Or Tae because like I said, his right to be a fuxkboy is contingent on the self worth and agencies of these autonomous human beings with brain and self determination.

He can be a fuxkboy just not in Jimin's space. I would fight him otherwise 🤺

Jungkook is not a fuck boy. He values the people he loves- y'all uWu and akekeke when he shows loyalty and commitment in caring for Army's health and often praise him for how thoughtful and empathetic he is but then somehow y'all imagine the exact opposite of him in his private life. That he is a community penis who doesn't care about hurting his boyfriend, someone he claims he loves and goes ahead and falls in love with his bestfriend anyway.

Worse, those two besties obsequiously wait on him to choose between them.... why?????

Now, I don't think it's fair for OP to opine on the aesthetics Jungkook gravitates towards in this way. It feels like they are stripping Jk off his agency and self determination and reducing him to a caricature who exists solely for a ship and thus everything he does is interpreted from a ship lens. I think that's a low blow.

BTS have said their looks and style are often curated by staff- they have stylists for a reason you know? Granted, these stylists often make sure Jikook or other pairs are matching clothes or wearing complimentary outfits or hairstyles most times- like JM says, there is a reason for that.

And yes, sometimes they do make their own decisions as to what they want to wear and how they want to look- because again, agency. We've seen it and the stylists have said so themselves.

How you interpret these clothing choices is totally up to you. But do not judge them for the interpretation you give to these choices they make. Sometimes they wear stuff cos they like it. It may coincidentally be your faves favorite color- it don't mean they were trying to imply subtext.

Sometimes too, they do that to actively feed a ship agenda- like Vmin and their soulmate agenda or Jikook and their I am you you are me agenda or even Sope or Namjin.

It behooves you to discern and to be able to discern the intent behind such decisions and choices. And when you do, understand it's only speculation.

I think Jungkook knows who and what he wants. You corny for saying he don't. So cheesy. Lmho.

He has shown that again and again y'all just wanna act blind. Jimin is not confused between Jungkook and Tae. JK is not confused between Tae and Jimin- for the simple fact, they each bring something different to the table.

He can have a boyfriend and have a partner in crime. Just as Jimin can have him and have a bestie he calls soulmate. Jungkook is also, a complex human being with complex emotions. He is capable of having different emotional depths and connections that don't at all necessarily mean he is fucking them all or wants to fuck them all. Hell is wrong witchu?!

Perhaps, rather than brush Jimin and Tae as occupying the same spot in JK's heart and wants, try and understand what each mean to him because trust me they don't mean the same thing to him at all.

Personally, I think Jimin is the love of his life. Period. Tae is his childhood bestie whom he grew apart from and have in recent times rekindled that friendship. He is not fucking Tae and he doesn't want to fuxk him. We DO

I'm calling Jesus on y'all cos the things yall be imagining in this fandom is hell worthy🤧

Besides, Jk is not at the center of VminKook. Jimin is. Vmin are not vying for Jk's affections, but Tae Kook are vying for JMs you coconut head 🙃

Tae: Jimin I like you the most

Y'all: 🥥🥥🥥🥥🥥

This man don confessed his whole chest on his feelings for JM on national television and yet yall gonna act obtuse.

When Tae wanted to fix his relationship with JK he said it to y'all's hearing in Soop. When he wanted to confess his feelings about Jimin he did that too. He is not hiding his feelings for Jk or Jimin for yall to concoct these elaborate theories about him and JK.

If I master black magic, I will turn y'all into coconuts so your insides can match your outsides😫

FREE JK

Signed,

GOLDY

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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His Reaction When His S/O Reveals They Have a Breeding Kink

with Hawks & Todoroki Shouto

genre : [ ✘ (NSFW!) ]

hc prompt : how would he react when you reveal you have a breeding kink?

author’s note : so this is uhhhhhhh nasty but y’all asked for it (not that i hated writing it or anything heheheeee)

Hawks

honestly you’ve been waiting for a long time to tell him about your dirty little secret. it feels shameful to have such a weird kink, something that gets you dripping wet when you think about it. and you certainly have thought about it, many a time before when he’s thrusting into you. you’ll close your eyes, imagining him whispering those nasty words to you, instantly making you clench onto him— and he has absolutely no clue that your mind is racing with such sin.

it’s taken, well, an embarrassing amount of time for you to finally sack up and just tell him, and now that you’re here underneath him, your heart is racing in your chest. before he’d gotten home you’d been so confident that today is the day you’ll tell him, but now that he’s sucking his mark onto your throat, his rough and nimble fingers slipping underneath the hem of your panties to tug them down your thighs, your voice is silent.

when you finally manage to squeak out his name, hawks stops his assault on your neck and leans back to look at you. the tone of your voice immediately alerts him that you’re uncomfortable, and it startles him into moving his hands from your thighs to rest gently on your hips, those gold eyes peering into yours. “what’s wrong, feather?” he asks, the usual playful tone absent as his thumbs stroke across your skin. “not in the mood?”

you shake your head and look away, heat rising to your cheeks as the moment of truth approaches much sooner than you’re ready for. “i am, i just… i wanna tell you something,” you say, eyes trailing back to lock with his. “and if you don’t, i mean— it’s kind of, uh, weird— so if you’re not comfortable with it, please just forget i ever said anything in the first place, and we’ll just continue like normal, okay?”

hawks is looking at you thoughtfully, and he takes you by surprise when he presses a chaste kiss to your warm cheek.

“well, ‘yanno you’re dating a birdman, so i'm used to weird... but alright, go ahead, dove.” this man never fails to make you smile, even if this time it’s less than half-hearted, the blood rushing in your ears.

after a very uncomfortable pause, you finally say it.

“i kind of have an, um… breeding kink.”

you’re not looking at him but hawks’ eyes are the size of dinner plates. he’s absolutely floored that his sweet little bird indulges in such nasty thoughts— that something so intimate and rather, well, primal could possibly make you squirm.

you take his shocked silence as a rejection, just wanting for this embarrassing confession to be done with, and forgotten. your hands cover your face in mortification, hiding your skin so you can’t feel his judgement “oh god, we can just— please just forget I even—“

his hands grab your wrists, secure enough to pull them away from your face, but gentle enough not to shake your mess of emotions further. a sentiment unlike any you’ve seen before fills his half-lidded eyes, which hold your gaze almost magnetically.

“don’t be so mean, birdie. you’re gonna take it back before we even get to try it out?”

your flushed back hits the cool sheets as he pushes you down, crawling up your body so he hovers above you. it’s your turn to look at him with wide eyes, and that cocky grin is on his lips once more.

“want me to put a baby in you, dove? god, that’s fuckin’ sexy,” he groans, hand dancing along your jaw and dipping his thumb between your lips for you to suck on. his knee slips between your legs, pressing against your pussy so he can feel you twitch in anticipation.

red feathers shiver behind him, the only visible sign you can see that conveys how truly excited he is by the premise of breeding you. well, that and the raging erection he presses into your naked hip, his thin pair of briefs doing their best to hold back his throbbing cock.

“gonna fill you so good, feather, you’re gonna look so good all round with my kid— fuck,” he groans, ripping off his underwear and lining up his swollen tip with your slit. he’s achingly hard and a trail of precum dribbles down his length, another sign of how into this he must be.

he moans as he slips into you, and your back arches as his hips bump yours, his cock nestling all the way inside your ready core. he starts off slow and passionate, taking your leg and slinging it over his shoulder to reach even deeper.

he will not stop his impassioned assault until you’re begging for more— for him to fuck you harder, rougher, faster. and hawks is definitely a tease in bed, so he’s gonna be pretty playful, even while he’s humoring your kink.

“yeah, dove? you want me to fuck you faster? need ‘ta feel these balls fulla my kids slap your pretty pussy?”

“take it, feather— take this cock and show me how bad you wanna carry my kids. fuck yeah, louder— wanna hear you sing for me.”

“god, you’re fuckin’ soaked. y’like hearing me talk about knockin’ you up? y’like it when i tell you i’m gonna make you my mama bird?”

hawks wants to fuck you as deep as he can, so when he cums his seed covers your womb as much as possible. he knows you love it, and it drives him crazy when your pussy clenches onto him as he’s climaxing— like you’re desperate to milk him dry and take every drop of his load, so your body can become swollen with his kids. knowing that only makes him orgasm harder, and maybe he even shoots out a few extra ropes of release because of it.

he will certainly incorporate this new kinky knowledge into your regular sexual routine, and you can safely bet that he will also use it to his very satiating advantage when he’s dealing with his ruts.

GOD when he’s in a rut, this birdman will take you to the next level. his hormones are already screaming at him to mark and claim and fill you, and that extra awareness that you want the same thing just feeds it even more. pray for your pussy during these times. and thank god he has the salary he does, because you’re gonna have to keep buying new sheets, again and again.

hawks will never make you feel judged for having such a kink, because he himself embraces it wholeheartedly. it makes his cock so hard knowing that the premise of him putting a kid in you makes you that wet. he will indulge you to the absolute fullest, and when he’s finished breeding you each session, you’re gonna be worshipped like the absolute queen he regards you as.

Shouto

so if you’re dating shouto be prepared for your friends to assume you like vanilla sex. it’s not that they don’t think he’s not physically capable of fucking you into next year (he’s a pro pero, like, have you seen his muscles?), it’s that shouto has always seemed more of a reserved, analytical kinda guy to most. but as his s/o, you’re exposed to the real shouto, the sassy, suave, and kinky motherfucker.

even if he is kinky, you’re still a bit hesitant to let him know about your breeding kink. the kink is, after all, not the most conventional, and it’s a bit of a… raw and crude kink, compared to others. and of course, you’ve never really revealed this part of yourself to any of your other lovers, because you hadn’t realized you even had the kink in the first place until you met shouto himself.

but the thing is, shouto is such a kind and understanding boyfriend, that you don’t feel too intimidated to keep the kink to yourself for long. actually, it kind of just slips out one night when he’s already balls-deep inside of you, taking you from behind as you’re bent over the kitchen sink.

his fingers are hooked in your hair, bending your spine to his will with his other hand firmly planted on your waist to keep you in place. he’s fucking you so roughly that your submissive nature is oozing out of every pore, your face probably twisted into the most lewd ahegao expression possible.

it’s clear that the reservations of your natural state are tossed out the window in front of you, and it’s not like shouto is holding anything back either with the way his hips are slapping into yours, groans tumbling from his lips.

at some point he’s shifting your leg up onto the ledge of the counter so he can drill his cock into that familiar sweet spot of yours, which coincidentally is located deep inside of you, close to your cervix and therefore your womb. the stars that dance along your vision cloud your brain, and you start babbling numbly as he finds the exact spot with precision.

“p-put a baby in me,” you whimper, pussy quivering to hug his intruding length, your legs nearly shaking at the intense stimulation.

shouto’s hips halt immediately as he sucks in a sharp breath, heterochromatic gaze connecting with yours in the window reflection. for a second he’s wondering if you mean you want to start a family with him, but after examining the carnal lust simmering in your eyes, he realizes what you’re truly asking of him.

and it turns him the fuck on.

“you wanna have my baby, hmm?” he growls and thrusts into you particularly hard, slamming into that sensitive spot and drawing a broken moan out of your breath-starved lungs. the hand on your waist travels to splay against your abdomen, long fingers pressing into your soft skin. “want me to fill you up,” thrust, “flood this pretty pussy with my seed,” thrust, “and make this perfect body swell with my child?”

you’re crying out as he starts pistoning into you, this time much harder and faster than before. he’s jabbing your g-spot with the head of his cock, the veins that decorate his thick length rubbing deliciously against your velvet walls. you can’t even form words, the premise of him knocking you up dominating your brain as you beg for more, for him to give you a baby.

your pleading is really getting him there, his cock aching to just stuff your pussy with his load already, but shouto wants something more. in no time he’s flipping you around, pushing your legs up so your calves rest against his broad shoulders. his hands gripping your waist, thumbs rubbing over your stomach as he eyes your flesh, he frantically pumps himself as deep as he can inside your heat. you can’t help but clench at the look on his face, his eyes fixed on your stomach as if he’s imagining what you’ll look like, belly round with his baby.

and oh my god, his dirty talk is absolutely sinful. he’s really finding enjoyment in exploring this new kink with you.

“you’re gonna look so gorgeous carrying my baby, angel.”

“i promise i’m gonna give you load after load, ‘til you’re round and full and— shit, you really like that, huh?”

“you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right y/n? be a good girl and say ‘thank you sir’ when i give you this cum— fuck, come on, baby— say it.”

when you both finish (it doesn’t take very long after that), you kinda just laugh together, and even though you’re still a little embarrassed that you were the one to bring it up, shouto makes you feel safe and accepted, because he seems just as into it as you.

it’s safe to say, that isn’t the last time you two explore your breeding kink. after the pair of you have become more comfortable with the kink, shouto finds himself getting perhaps even more into it than you.

he’ll research what positions he can go the deepest in, and will not be afraid to bend you into them because he knows you love it when his cum seeps into you as deep as possible.

he buys you a plug to keep his cum inside of you— “you thought i was gonna stop after just one round? don’t make me laugh, baby, we’ve got another two gos at least until you’re full enough for me to use the plug.”

his mischievous ass will make you wear it out in public, dragging you out on a date or to grab lunch with his siblings. and you have to pretend that everything’s fine, that your pussy isn’t packed to the brim with his seed while you make small talk with his clueless sister.

when fuyumi asks if you enjoyed the meal, he’s quick to answer for you, his eyes meeting yours and glittering with something darker. “oh, y/n’s absolutely stuffed. isn’t that right, angel?”

you’re sure as hell getting dessert when you return home too.

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#SPPEvent #ngl got very flustered writing this #i enjoy reading breeding kink but damn if i didnt get embarrassed writing this LOL #anywhooo this is the first of many for my sppevent #hawks smut #shouto todoroki smut #shouto smut #bnha smut #mha smut

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Happy Coincidences

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You keep running into Spencer just before work- will you ever get his number?

A/N: This fulfills this request from the lovely @spencersblog 🥰 who’s amazing and you should all check out their fics! I had a good time writing this short and sweet piece! I’m sorry for posting it a bit later in the night than usual I’ve just been rather busy today! I’ll be fulfilling one of my other Spencer requests later in the week and maybe a fic for a different character as well before I start my series. I’m feeling extra inspired as of late 🤔 Requests are open!

Warnings: non I think 🤔 maybe a swear?

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.3k

Running into strangers usually makes people annoyed, getting your coffee spilled all over you from someone being too invested in a book would make most people mad. You couldn’t really find it within yourself to be annoyed that morning when a tall lanky man holding a vintage book slammed right into you, spilling both of your coffees. He was immediately apologetic, even offering to get you a new shirt and more,

“ I-I am so so sorry let me buy you a new coffee.” You were blotting out your shirt, a shirt that was white but was now stained brown and covered in whipped cream. You glanced up at the stuttering man still unable to find really any anger in yourself, it had also partially been your fault as well, your book was equally as compelling as his.

“Don’t worry about it, it seems like we were both a bit caught up in our books.” He seemed shocked at your tone, he had definitely been expecting a much more vicious response.

“Still- let me buy you a new-w coffee.” You obliged the stuttering man who you had now gotten a good look at, he was very handsome, there wasn’t any denying that. He wore a dark purple button up cardigan that suited his skin tone way to well with purple converse shoes to match. The whole ensemble that was him was almost to cute to be real, having to blink a little to reassure yourself this wasn’t a dream, there was in fact a cute man- who was also nice offering to pay for your coffee. You learned his name was Spencer after hearing him supply it to the barista at the register- the name suited him just as well as his clothes.

“Why don’t you take my cardigan or something- I assume you’re on your way to work with the time and all that and I wouldn’t want you to have to go through the day with a stained shirt.” He rambled to you while waiting for both of your second cups. Suddenly you remember the extra cardigan you happened to have In your bag, one that happened to be similarly colored to the one your handsome stranger was wearing.

“Thank you but I totally forgot that I had my own in my bag.” You shyly remarked while pulling out your own dark purple cardigan. The boyish smile on his face at the coincidence made your heart flutter, trying to will you to ask for his number. However, life had other plans for you both when you realized you had to rush to work so as not to be late. As you bid your handsome stranger goodbye you hoped another set of coincidences would have you run into him again.

—-

The next time you saw Spencer was almost in the exact same location as our first encounter, right near the front of the coffee shop you both had seemed to take a liking towards. It was only around 20 feet away from where you had both first collided that you spotted the cute fluffy haired man sitting on one of the city benches, he also wisely had put one of the daily papers he’d already probably read underneath him to prevent directly sitting on the undoubtedly dirty bench.

You felt a little weird about approaching him, he seemed deep in thought from your original angle, maybe he was caught up in his thoughts or maybe he was reading again and after all you guys were still relative strangers. You were about to turn around to continue your walk to work until you heard someone calling your name.

Your head popped up in recognition, eyes searching for the source of the voice before landing on the man that was almost edging on being an acquaintance of yours. Hesitating a little you walked towards him, he was as predicted holding another book, though you could not make out the name.

“Hi- it’s g-good to see you again…” The stutter in his voice oddly reassured you, maybe he was just as nervous as you were.

“It’s good to run into you again, especially without having coffee spilled on me.” You giggled before trying to sit down next to him. However, it was stopped briefly by Spencer reaching for another few pages of newspaper to sit underneath me. You gave him your thanks before sitting down to start a conversation with him.

Your conversations seemed to continually be around books, this time being about Spencer’s choice which coincidentally happened to be the same book you were reading, one thousand and one nights.

It was amazing to hear Spencer talk about something he was passionate about, his words speeding up ever faster as he got to the part that he liked to talk about the most made you unconsciously lean in closer to him hanging onto every word he said. Unfortunately every interaction with Spencer seemed to get cut short, he was quickly pulled away from you with an urgent phone call from work. You stared at his retreating figure in admiration while also cursing yourself silently for not asking him for his number again. You got up begrudgingly to make your way to work which just so happened to be in the same direction as Spencer’s.

—-

The snow was steadily sprinkling down as you rounded the corner to find your destination, your now favorite coffee shop. The coffee shop wasn’t really all that different from the many others you had tried before, but it was the continued presence of Spencer- even if it was infrequent that kept making you come back for more.

Your mind was off into another land again, though this time it was filled with the thoughts of Spencer rather than the fantasy novels you were normally consumed in. You had already shared so many thoughts with the man during your run ins, many deep thoughts as well, but it still seemed like you hardly knew anything about him. The craving was there to know more about him and you had started to consciously seek him out, no longer content with only coincidental meetings.

This time luck was not on your side as you looked around the shop to hopefully spot Spencer, he was nowhere to be seen and you had to get to work.

Sitting at your desk in the white collar crime unit at Quantico your mind wouldn’t leave from Spencer. You were walking downstairs for your lunch break to meet your good friend Penelope to hopefully get your mind off the fact that you let such a kind man slip through your fingers again when you heard your name being called across the bullpen of the BAU.

There was Spencer, dressed again in a cardigan though this one was a deep maroon.

“What are you doing here?” Once you had gotten over the fact that you were seeing your handsome stranger once again you connected the dots in your head. Spencer was the Spencer that Penelope worked with at the BAU. Which meant that he had worked right under you the whole time and you had never noticed.

“I work just above you as the tech analyst for the white collar crime unit.” Your spluttered out still unable to hide your surprise at seeing him again. Once again you got to see a boyish smile from the man at your words. Heat flushed to your cheeks, suddenly becoming shy at the thought of Spencer wanting to see you again. Though his next words made your cheeks burn even hotter,

“Would you like to go out on a date? I-I had been meaning to ask you the second time I saw you but I had to go and then I didn’t see you again because we had a case...” Biting your lip at his eager ramblings to conceal a squeal that was hiding behind your lips you nodded eagerly at his words. He hesitated for a moment before asking for a hug- which you gladly accepted already becoming addicted to his embrace. After which you were sure to finally exchange numbers and you were glad of the series of happy coincidences led you to Spencer.

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helloprettybb · 4 years

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makes everything better

Hey everybody, I told myself I wasn’t going to create deadlines for myself, but I really wanted to release something. It takes place around now, but IW didn’t happen so Steve is like 36 and the reader is in her mid-twenties. Bucky is the only one really mentioned, but just know, Tony and Nat are still alive.

summary- you and Steve are perfect for each other. you finish each other’s sentences, think of the same jokes and act practically the same. the two of you are so in sync and it drives Bucky crazy that you aren’t together already.

warnings- age gap, cursing, accidental fault in our stars reference oops

word count- 1.4k

“What do we need...” you drift off, opening and closing the kitchen cabinets. Looking for whatever needs replacements, you scan the pantry. “Okay, we need-”

“Graham crackers,” Steve finishes your sentence as he walks into the kitchen. You nod and type it into the list on your phone. Steve gives you a once over when he sees you making the list on your phone. You roll your eyes playfully as you continue to create the list.

You jump between the pantries, fridge, and freezer. You and Steve dance around each other as he writes his list, on paper of course. From an outside perspective, the scene looked insane as you went under his arm or he slid behind you. But for some reason, the rhythmic chaos moved smoothly as the two of you made separate lists.

The first time you went grocery shopping, you only made a digital list and unfortunately, your phone died and left you relying on your memory. The second time, you didn’t make a list on your phone and trusted Steve’s paper one. But when he emptied his pockets, he realized he left it by his motorcycle keys, which were still at home since you forced him to take you in a car. From then on, you went together and both made your own lists in case of an emergency. You get pulled out of your element when you hear Steve ask, “Ooh, did you add the-”

“Trail mix.” you say. “Yep, I even put down the specific Peanut Butter Monster. Because someone threw a fit last time.” You say the last part a little louder, knowing Bucky is only ten feet away in the common room. As expected, he pops up and whips his head at you.

“I did not! I nicely asked why you didn’t buy the ones I asked for,” Bucky replies defensively, completely ignoring the fact that he sulked in his room when he saw you bought the wrong ones.

“Sure,” you respond sarcastically, “Besides, I don’t see how the Monster trail mix is that much different from the Peanut Butter Monster.” You’re looking down at your list and comparing it to Steve’s. Occasionally, you quietly point out items he’s missed and vice versa, but for the most part, your lists are the same.

Apparently, your blasphemous comments about trail mix set Bucky off, since you feel his looming presence enter the kitchen. “You don’t understand, y/n. The Peanut Butter Monster has peanut-butter-coated pretzel balls, mini peanut butter cups, and Peanut M&M’s!” Bucky exclaims. You glance over at Steve as Bucky points out the differences between the two.

You lock eyes with Steve and he laughs a little, biting his lip to stay quiet enough for Bucky to not hear. You laugh with him, but yours is loud enough for Bucky to pick up. “Laugh all you want, but don’t come crawling back to me when you want my trail mix,” Bucky gloats. He leans against the counter and asks, “Why do you two go grocery shopping anyway?”

“Because it’s fun,” you both murmur, heads still down and eyes glued between the lists. Bucky scoffs at your responses. He’s silent for a while and you think that he left until he finally speaks up again.

“Okay, spit it out.” his blunt tone draws both of your attentions. Lifting your heads, you and Steve look up at Bucky in confusion.

“Spit what out?” you ask, furrowing your brows. Judging by Bucky’s short laugh, Steve must be mimicking your expression.

“Why are you really grocery shopping?” Bucky narrows his eyes like he’s trying to solve a murder mystery. He raises his hand to his chin and rests his elbow under his left arm. He looks the both of you up and down like you’re his lab experiments.

“What are we, your lab experiments?” you ask, and coincidentally enough, Steve says the exact same thing, in the exact same way and of course, at the exact same time. Bucky ignores your comment and proceeds to investigate the two of you.

“Hm, talking the same, acting the same,” he eyes you up again, “And even dressing the same,” You look down at your clothes and then Steve’s and what a surprise, you’re dressed the same even down to your shoes.” You must be together!” Bucky concludes.

You immediately protest, “No, that’s-”

“Ridiculous!” Steve finishes.

“You’re so in-sync that you’re practically the same fucking people!” You and Steve mutter language under your breaths and you’ve never regretted picking up that habit more than now.

”No, we’re not. And besides, I have a date tonight,” you tell him, hoping he’ll ease up.

”With who?” Bucky questions inquisitively, flitting his eyes toward Steve.

”None of your business,” you shut down, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going grocery shopping before the store gets too crowded.” You leave and Steve follows after you, essentially ending the conversation and leaving Bucky alone with his furrowed brow and gritted teeth.

“I can’t believe he asked that!” you complain, slamming the car door a little harder than you intended. You cross your arms in frustration. Steve takes in your anger and laughs a little.

“It’s okay, doll. I promise he doesn’t know.” Steve assures as he opens the garage. He pulls the car out and lets his hand rest on your thigh, a gesture meant to calm you down.

It works a little and you huff, “Fine, but still. He’s just going to keep asking and I don’t know how we can hide this any longer.” You look down at the hand on your thigh to avoid Steve’s gaze.

You and Steve have been dating for nearly six months. There are millions upon millions of reasons you didn’t tell the team, but one of the main reasons is how they’ll treat you. You’re scared the whole team dynamic will be flipped onto its head once they learn your status with Steve. What if they judge you for dating Steve, who’s nearly nine years your senior. Or even worse, they opt to kick you off the team.

Steve parks the cark and seeming to sense your worry, says, “What if we don’t have to?”

You look up at him and ask, “What?” While you were the one to suggest keeping your relationship secret, Steve didn’t seem to have any qualms about it. Occasionally, you could tell he’d be frustrated that he couldn’t just kiss you in front of everyone or have you in his lap while the team had a movie night.

“What if we just tell them?” Steve proposes, eyes unsure yet hopeful. It’s a big step in your relationship, but it’s one your ready to take with him.

You’ve been silent for too long. Steve’s insecurity is clear and he resembles the scrawny kid from Brooklyn more than the super soldier sitting before you. “Okay,” you say quietly, giving him a small smile.

“Okay?” Steve asks, relief slowly filling his eyes and color returning to face.

“Yes, Steve. I-I wanna tell them.” you admit, smile widening. You’ve never seen Steve so happy as he sweeps you into his arms and pulls you onto his lap. Pulling you into a deep kiss, he shocks you a bit with his balance of passion and gentleness. Lost in his lips, you feel warmth, happiness, and love.

He pulls away a little and asks, “How are we going to tell them?” You think for a moment with your hands rested on his broad shoulders.

Smoothing your hands over his shoulders, you suggest, “How about we tell them tonight over dinner? We’ll buy a cake for good measure,”

Steve tilts his head and asks, “Why cake?”

“Because,” you shrug, “It makes everything better.” Steve smiles and you lean back into him and connect your lips. Steve wraps his arms around your torso and you sigh lightly, feeling safe in his strong arms.

“Oh shit, Steve forgot his wallet.” Bucky thinks as he spots the brown wallet on the counter. He looks at the garage’s camera and sees that Steve’s car is missing. Stepping outside just in case you’re still there, Bucky walks out and sees the car parked in the driveway.

Walking down the pavement toward the car, Bucky thinks his ears pick up a moan, but he ignores it. And probably one of the dumbest decisions he’s ever made, he opens the driver’s seat door.

Well, at least you don’t need the cake anymore.

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