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fractionallystruckout · 3 months

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47, shiranori 💛

Hello! Thank you so much! There really needs to be more ShiraNori in the world.

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a little fic!

47. tummy kisses + ShiraNori

ShiraNori, future fic, established relationship, salaryman Shirasu, domestic fluff

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"I'm back."

Kenjirou called into the apartment as he took off his shoes and placed them on the shelf. He carried his suit jacket and bag into the living room, feeling the weight of the evening begin to slip away when Nori waved at him.

"Welcome back!" Nori finished watering one of the plants by the window and carried the small watering can over with him. "You're home early. Did you only go to one bar?"

Kenjirou sighed. "There was an incident."

He held out his arm, exposing the left side of his shirt to view. Nori's whole face grew in shock as he dropped the watering can on the dining table.

"What happened?" he asked, rushing over. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," Kenjirou said.

"Is that-"

"It's Napolitan."

Nori froze. He looked up from the splotchy red stain on Kenjirou's shirt.

"What?" he asked. "Napolitan?"

Kenjirou nodded. "I went to the bathroom at the bar. On my way back to the table, one of the other customers was making a commotion and he fell into a server... who fell into me."

"Oh," Nori said, breathing out a sigh. He sounded both relieved and confused. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Kenjirou assured him. "It was a big mess but it was a good excuse to exit the evening early."

"I'm glad you're okay," Nori said.

He looked down at the stain again. He stretched the fabric between his fingers, tugging some of the shirt out of Kenjirou's pants, trying to see the full extent of the stain. He rubbed his fingers lightly in the middle and frowned slightly.

"I wonder if this will wash out," he said. "This is one of your best shirts."

"It's just a shirt."

To Kenjirou's amusement, Nori began untucking the rest of the shirt from his pants. He took Kenjirou's jacket and bag from him and put them on a nearby chair.

"Take your shirt off," he said, starting on the buttons even though Kenjirou's hands were now free. "Maybe if we soak it and wash it right away, the stain will come out."

Kenjirou loosened his tie and pulled it off over his head. He followed directions, shrugging out of his shirt when Nori had finished with the buttons. Nori took the shirt from him and inspected it again. He looked at it closely, then brought it to his face for a quick sniff.

"It smells like Napolitan," he said with a laugh.

Kenjirou smiled. He began to untie the simple knot in his tie, almost dropping it when Nori moved to kneel in front of him.

Nori held Kenjirou's shirt in one hand as he eyed Kenjirou's midsection. He grabbed Kenjirou's waist and leaned in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over Kenjirou's left side. Nori's nose brushed against Kenjirou's skin. He took a breath and laughed again.

"What is it?" Kenjirou asked.

"You smell like Napolitan," Nori said.

He smiled and brushed his nose against Kenjirou again, more purposeful, less incidental. He kissed Kenjirou above his belt, a soft touch over what Kenjirou knew had to be tense muscles. Nori left light, warm kisses along Kenjirou's waist line until he reached his stomach and the scattering of hair below his belly button.

Kenjirou had had the required number of social drinks at the bar. He wasn't drunk but he also wasn't sober. It was hard to remember how Nori had come to be on the ground at his feet and even harder to think of anything other than running his hand through Nori's hair to encourage him to stay there.

The decision was taken away from Kenjirou when Nori stood up, the stained shirt still in hand.

"The bath just finished before you got home," Nori said. "I was going to go, but you can go first if you want."

Kenjirou watched Nori's mouth as he talked.

"Okay."

"And I'll start soaking your shirt."

Kenjirou hummed in agreement.

He reached out, pulling Nori to him. He kissed Nori, soft and light, much like how Nori had kissed him.

Nori scrunched up his nose. "You taste like beer," he laughed.

Kenjirou smiled, kissing Nori again, chasing his mouth as Nori tried to turn away. He closed his arms around Nori, keeping him close, drawing him back with kisses along his jaw and cheek until Nori wrapped his arms around Kenjirou's neck and welcomed him home.

A breathless minute later, Nori pulled back to look at him.

"We need to wash your shirt," he said.

Kenjirou leaned in to kiss him again. Nori pushed the stained shirt between them.

"Kenji."

He tightened his grip on Nori and swept him up over his shoulder in one fluid motion. Nori flailed in surprise, his free hand grabbing onto Kenjirou's belt.

"Kenji!" he laughed. "We have to wash it, or it'll stain!"

Kenjirou secured Nori and carried both - Nori and his shirt - to the bathroom.

Where their washing machine was.

They could multitask.

#daiya no ace #fanfic #ShiraNori #Shirasu x Nori #Fitz answers #Fitz fic #thank you so much!!!#i had fun with this #i listed salaryman Shirasu because that was very important to me #for some reason 😂

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synonymroll648 · 9 months

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after fitz cools off a little bit about sophie and keefe being a thing, he should drop tidbits about keefe (mostly during trust exercises) that he thinks she might find helpful since they're dating.

the thing is, instead of just stuff like, 'keefe loves frogs, so he might appreciate a gift or trip related to them, idk' he also drops things like 'btw if you just hold his hand in your hands - specifically towards the back of his head, just behind his ears - while you're talking to him, he'll probably melt haha. also his scalp is sensitive, do with that what you will, but make sure you're gentle'.

bonus points if sophie asks keefe about why every single tidbit fitz gives is correct and he goes tomato red for the first time ever and sputters out something like 'i gave fitz the lord of the snuggles title based on personal experience - he's clingy when he's tired, ok?'

#take the rest where you will but. i just thought it was funny. dating coach fitz but he's only useful when it's keefe #sokeefe #sophie foster #keefe sencen #keefitz #fitz vacker #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fic idea #could also be sokeefitz. if you want. (i want.)#also bringing biana into this might be hilarious. team valiant meeting disperses and sophie's like 'hey...why does your brother know so muc #about keefe's preferences in physical affection?'#and she's like. 'oh yeah keefe always pretended fitz was forcing him into being a hugger and stuff but he was just as bad as fitz #like if anyone else sat closer to fitz at aurenflares than him he'd get huffy because it meant fitz would fall asleep on someone else and #he'd get SUPER jealous. don't ask keefe about it though he'll never admit to any of it'#or something like that

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wheresmymilliondollarman · 1 year

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ravi singh fics please!! maybe x reader where she’s having a bad day and he comes over and they cuddle and watch a movie 🫶🏻

forever & always

ravi singh x fem! reader

when ur day falls into shambles, your boyfriend is there to pick up the pieces the best way he can

a/n: u dont know how happy i am to see a ravi request. he’s been on my mind lately esp cus my friend is reading the series !! he’s my top book bf next to peeta mellark 🫶🫶 thx sm for the request hope you enjoy !! p.s. i read the us version so it's gonna be based one that.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of small injury, minor blood, lmk if anything else

you collapsed on your bed the moment your knees hit the mattress. burying your face into your pillow, hoping the day just fades away. you arrived home, the house empty due to your parents still working. you were relieved because you truly had no energy to greet anyone - even the trudge up the stairs was a challenge enough.

your day had been rough, to say the least. you'd woken up late, sleeping past your alarms and snoozes. when you'd awoken you had less than twenty minutes to get ready, which meant no time to come up with a cute outfit. you slapped on some jeans, a cropped graphic tee, and jewlery and called it a day. you managed to put on some lipstick and mascara in the school parking lot before you ran to clas.

in the process of running, you also fell and scraped your knee; you didn't even check the wound because you were rushing to avoid the tardy bell. spoiler: your knee was crying in pain.

you were late by a minute, yet your first-period teacher had given you a berating in front of the whole class for it. even though he literally walked in a few seconds before you.

you went toward the back of the class to put your phone in the mandatory basket with everyone else's phone, and that was when you realized you'd left your phone at home. you mentally facepalmed yourself as you remembered you'd left it on your bed when you were hastily putting on your shoes. hopefully, ravi didn't require anything urgent that couldn't wait til you got home.

you later learned, after a random kid pointed it out, that you had a splotch of red on the knee area of your light colored jeans. turned out your skin had scrapped enough to draw blood.

at lunch, pip, the prepared person she was, helped clean your cut with anitbacterial wipes and put a bandage over your knee. cara even tried to get the red stain out, but it was smudged it further around your legs.

cara apologized profusely , but you brushed it off, telling her it didn't look that bad and they were just jeans. however, inside, you were ready to lose your last straw and mourn your favorite jeans. you swore you had the worst luck today.

you repeated it over and over in your head, school's almost over you can do this. but it was certainly not over for your luckless day. the librarian, who already hated you, dress coded you for your shirt, and sent you to the office. the principal was ready to call your parents to bring you a shirt, but you quickly said you had friend who'd be abe to give you one.

to be honest, you were even sure if cara or pip had any spare clothes, and to add to your misfortune, they didn't have any spare shirts. you were ready to break down right there and then, but held it off and reassured them it was alright.

you were ready to throw the towel in and call your mom and face her wrath for disrupting her at work when connor entered the conversation saying he had an unused gym shirt. it could've fit like adress on you, but you gratefully took it.

the final bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day. you didn't waste time in packing up and look for your car keys inside your backpack. but being so distracted led you to stumble down the school stairs. you were utterly humiliated and knew multiple people had witnessed the scene. you had no choice but to just get up and walk out.

traffic was horrible on the way home, and multiple angry drivers honking didn't help. when you finally parked into your home's driveway, you leaned your head against the steering wheel and burst into tears. the events of the day weighed on you heavily. suppressing all your emotions all day made everything you were feeling just come crashing down in that moment.

after half an hour, you were calmed down, but your eyes were swollen and your throat was sore. you prayed none of the neighbors witnessed your breakdown, you think you'd start crying again if that were the case.

now, you were in bed, exhausted from your crying, and ready to just sleep whatever hours of the day were left.

the moment you closed your eyes, your phone chimed, letting you know you received a text. you knew it was ravi because you'd set his notification sound to be different. you hadn't spoken with your boyfriend all day since you forgot your phone, so he likely was asking why you didn't send him your daily random school photo. but you were just too tired to pick it up and type of reply. you told yourself you'd take a fifteen-minute nap, then call him.

your slumber was disrupted when a force was shaking your body back and forth, the repeated call of your name in the distance. you were still somewhat mentally in your dream state, so you weren't quick to respond.

"y/n!"

"babe."

"light of my life."

"my little honey butter biscuit."

"huh?"

your sleepiness was starting to fade away, and you were able to deliver a somewhat coherent response. you had to blink a few times to focus your vision on the face before you. it took you a moment to process ravi in your vision, kneeling in front of the side of the bed where your head lays. "ravi? what are you doing here?"

you yawn as you sit up on your bed and stretch out your spine, turning to face ravi. you rubbed your eyes a bit to keep them from drooping. ravi then immediately engulfed you into his arms, pushing you back onto the bed.

you were thrown aback by the gesture, but you would never object a hug from your boyfriend, especially given the day you had.

ravi pulled away, sitting down next to you on the bed. "oh my god, i thought something happened. you hadn't answered any of my texts and any time i called you, it went straight to voicemail." ravi anxiously explained, holding your face in both his hands.

"i'm sorry," you gave an apologetic peck to his lips, "i was gonna text you when i woke up from my quick nap after school." you went to grab your phone from the corner of your bed. you clicked the power button a few times, but it wouldn't turn on. your phone was dead, the reason why your alarm didn't go off and ravi's calls weren't going through. the world had to be playing a prank on you at this point.

"quick nap?" ravi furrowed his brows, "it's already 7 pm."

"what?" you exclaimed, wide-eyed. how could it already be so late? you were going to take a half-hour nap to recover your energy. you still had homework and chores to do before your parents got home. you went MIA almost the whole day, likely why ravi was so worried and came into your house. with all the murderous events this town has faced, you felt guilty for having him alarmed. horrible girlfriend award goes to you.

automatically, your face made its way into your hands from guilt and frustration of every going wrong today. you sighed heavily, holding back tears threatening to fall. even though you had a full crying session before coming in the house, you still had tears left to shed. you were trying very hard to not cry in front of ravi.

ravi reached out toward you, putting a hand on your back and a hand on your knee, “baby, what’s wrong?” he voiced with concern.

"it's nothing," you responded in a cracked voice, suppressing all your emotions. a blatant lie, that didn't even convince you, and one ravi could see through.

"c'mon, it's obviously something if it has my girlfriend so upset about it. let me see your pretty face." ravi grabs your wrists and pulls them apart to uncover your sullen face. not having the energy to resist, you opted to face your head down to your lap and have your hair cover most of your face.

“dont hide from me baby.” he whispers to you. he parts your hair behind your ears and sees your face and then moves his hand to your chin, making you look up to him with watery eyes. “now, tell me what happened. or i’m gonna just stare at your really hard until you do.” he says the last part playfully, but you wouldn’t put it past him to actually do it.

looking into your boyfriend’s eyes was enough to spill your guts. and his genuine concern for you only made you love him impossibly more. you knew it was safe to cry your eyes out around him, so finally, you let your emotions through.

you choked up for a moment trying to get a word in, but all you could do was start with a miserable sob. you go to cover your mouth with your hands to reel some of it in, but hot tears are already coming down from your eyes.

immediately, ravi pulls you into his embrace, and onto his lap - your face now smushed into his chest. tears likely staining his graphic tee, but he didn’t seem to care. he rubs a hand soothingly along your back, cooing and shushing you in attempt to help calm you down. all you could do your hold onto him tight for comfort in your troubles.

it took you a few minutes before your cries were getting dulled and you were able to breathe steadily. ravi just held you the whole time, patiently waiting for you to settle, so you can recite to him the issue.

you sniffled and moved your head away from his chest, ready to finally have a proper conversation without interruption by your hiccuped breaths. ravi began wiping any wetness from your face with his hand, then removing hair from your eyes and putting it behind your ears. “do you feel better now?”

you nodded, taking a deep breathe to further calm yourself. he gives you a small smile then plants a quick kiss on your lips. “good, now tell me what has my girl all down in the dumps.”

you crack a smile at his corny phrases, slightly feeling better. you began to recount all of the day's incidents, starting from waking up late and ending with your hysteria in your driveway. all through it, ravi held you close, rubbing small circles on the side of your thigh in a calming manner.

“so that was my shitty day pretty much. it all sounds kind of stupid now that i say it out loud to someone. sorry for worrying you over dumb stuff like this.”

“hey, anything that makes you upset is reason enough for me to start worrying.” ravi’s hand trails toward the area of your knee still stained with some of your blood, “you know what, i’m boycotting stairs. i refuse to associate with anything that harms my girlfriend.” he responds in faux seriousness. you can’t help but laugh at his behavior and playfully slap his chest lightly.

“thank you. for being the best boyfriend ever,” you say with sincerity. only ravi was the type of person who could make you laugh after bawling your eyes out.

“well, i am quite ravi-singh-ing aren’t i?” ravi cockily boasts. he flips his wrist, flipping over imaginary hair dramatically.

you rolled you eyes, “oh god, are you ever going to let that go?” you one time joked his name looked like the word ravishing when he had written it down. ever since then, he loved to constantly bring it up to boost his ego.

“never. it never gets old. and you know what your amazing boyfriend proposes?” you wait for him to continue, “a movie to remedy your shitty day.”

you pretend to think about it for a moment, “okay, but i choose.”

ravi's mouth goes agape, “what! it was my idea.” he protests.

“yeah, but it’s my crappy day.” you counter back.

he narrows his eyes at you, and you give your best pleading pout, “fine, i suppose it's lady's choice tonight," he relents. "you should be ever so lucky to have such a gentleman as a boyfriend.” he adds in an overdone proper tone.

“yup. i’m just the luckiest girl.” and you meant it.

"now," ravi manured his way out of your bed and stood up. he proceeds to carry your bridal style, being careful of your knee, "let's fix up your little injury."

"babe, i can walk; my leg isn't broken." despite your small protest, you move to wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

ravi, with you in his arms, walks out of your room and toward your upstairs bathroom. "excuse me for being chivalrous." he states defensively, "you should be fawning over me with heart eyes at this moment." he says a matter of factly.

you give another eye-roll to his antics, "your right my bad, let me try again." you clear your throat for effect, "on my god, ravi, you're so dashing and charming, and your good looks just stun me." you exclaim with melodramatic affection.

ravi sets you down on the gray granite counter of your bathroom next to the sink. he looks at you with a crooked smile, "that's more like it. you just forgot to mention how you dream of me at night, but it's alright - i've sleep next to you enough nights to know how much you say my name in your sleep." he winks at you with he last bit of his sentence.

you lightly hit his chest, "are you gonna continue to admire yourself or put a bandaid on me so we can watch a movie?"

"while, i'd love to do the former, i'll go with the latter. actually," he pauses, and starts digging through his pockets in search for something, "aha! here, this should make your frown turn upside down." cue another eye roll for his corny humor. he opens his palm toward you to reveal a bandaid, a hello-kitty one.

you take it with a cheerful smile, "thank you, but why do you have this?" you look up at question him.

"you mean why do i carry bandaids for my accident-prone girl?" he rhetorically counters, while kneeling down in front of your bruised knee. "i just figured if you're hurt you can at least look cute being injured."

you can't help but smile at him lovingly as he replaced your dried bloody band-aid with the pink hello kitty one. to finish off, he places a quick kiss on it. "there, all better."

yeah, it was all better now.

"hunger games? again?" ravi questions exasperatedly. you two were currently settled under your bed sheets, facing your television. ravi is sat up with your head settled on his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the netflix app was open, and the two of you were in the process of deciding on a film. well, you were picking, and ravi kept adding in his own personal opinion that prompted you that annoyed you enough to not choose a movie. netflix recently added the hunger games movies, and you couldn't help but want to watch it - no matter how many times you'd seen it with ravi already.

is having a movie about children dying and killing each other and government control as a comfort movie a red flag? maybe.

"are you judging me, your girlfriend, right now?" you challenge with an arched brow.

ravi holds a hand to his heart, "no, no, of course not. if my girl tells me to do something, then my only option is to obey," he replies mockingly.

you nod in approval, "exactly. glad you get it." you pat the top of his head as if he were a dog who just learned a new trick.

he mimics you and then tickles your side, causing you to jolt in your spot. "shush it, and put the movie on." you give him a glare but move to grab the remote next to you, pressing play to start the film.

as the movie began and went through, the two of you commented on scenes as they came on the tv.

"if we were tributes from the same district, would you kill me?"

"most likely." you say nonchalantly.

you scoff, "gale gets more annoying the more i watch this."

"i would kill for ceasar flickerman's job." ravi expressed.

"i just know you would've fallen off that tree on your own."

"ow!- ok sorry."

after a good three-fourths of the film, your eyes get heavier. yet, you try to remain awake and respond to whatever ravi was saying. but you decide to close your eyes for a moment, claiming you'd open them again when ravi says something. however, that never came to be because you were out like a light, the noise of violence and yelling from the screen lulling you to slumber.

"okay, this is a good movie, but i refuse to watch the sequel after this too." ravi frowns when you don't respond. "baby, i was just kidding, don't give me the silent treatment." he looks down at your body, then takes notice of your closed eyes and steady breathes.

he laughs, "of course, you fell asleep, not even surprised." he leans his head down and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. he whispers to your ear, "good night. hopefully, you have a better day tomorrow, and if not, i'll always be here to cheer you up."

@marigold-morelli

#ravi singh #ravi singh x reader #ravi singh imagine #ravi singh fic #ravi singh x female reader #a good girls guide to murder #agggtm #pippa fitz amobi #x reader #x female reader #x y/n #reader imagine #reader insert

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heyitsrink · 9 months

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"He tasted of ginger and wine, and the air around us smelled sweet and perfumed, like lily of the valley, its delicate blossoms crushed tenderly between our chests."

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These lovely words and the scenario depicted are from Ch. 19 of @tragediegh's brilliant fic Of Cats And Closed Doors

#rote #realm of the elderlings #ocacd #of cats and closed doors #rote fanart #fitzchivalry farseer #the fool #fitzloved #fitz and the fool #this fic is healing all the hurt that rote inflicted on me #seeing them happy is all i ever wanted #fan art of fan fic #fan fiction #not my words

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ahoyimlosingmymind · 3 months

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do ya'll remember how awkward and tense it was between Fitz and Tiergan when he first started mentoring sophie and him??

cuz I do. It's good fic material is all I'm saying...

#Fitz is like a politicians son #everywhere he goes there's already an assumption about who he is and what he's about #like how awkward is it to be taught by a guy who resents you bc of the shitty actions of your dad?#I'm not blaming Tiergan #I just think Fitz took that obvious resentment like a champ.#don't mind me just imagining a fic where everything with Alvar is sill very much at the forefront of Fitz's mind #but he goes to his telepathy practice (without Sophie)#and it's just very obvious Fitz's brain is somewhere else entirely. And Tiergan notices and they have a very stiff heart-to-heart #and idk bro- I'm just so enchanted by the thought of a Tiergan and Fitz friendship.#fitz vacker #tiergan kotlc #kotlc #kotlc headcanons

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myfairkatiecat · 2 months

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Writing a Keefe and Fitz post-canon angst fic bc those two deserve to talk

#the whole fic #is them talking #it’s literally them talking #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #let me know if you want to be tagged when it comes out

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skyreadbooks · 9 months

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I see your requests are open! Would you write a ravi x reader? theres almost nothing for him lol

Baking together

Ravi Singh x fem! reader

a/n: Thank you for your request. This is my first time writing, so excuse me if it's not super good or if you think it's a bit awkward. It's short because I wrote it quickly. And thanks for being understanding while I wrote this.

The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the countertops. While Ravi and I stood in the middle of the kitchen to dove into our culinary adventure, which wasn’t going to turn out well given our skills of course.

Ravi glanced at the recipe card and then back at me, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Ready to turn this kitchen into a battlefield of flavors?" he quipped, a twinkle in his eyes.

I chuckled, dipping my fingers into the bag of flour and sending a cloud of it into the air. "Oh, you're on! But just remember, the messier it gets, the better the result."

Flour dusted our aprons, our cheeks, and somehow, even our hair. As we mixed ingredients with both precision and a splash of spontaneity, laughter filled the air. The scent of vanilla and the warmth of cinnamon swirled around us, creating an intoxicating aroma that felt like a comforting hug.

Ravi's fingers brushed against mine as we reached for the same sugar container and shared a playful glance. "I think we might need an official referee for this baking duel," he teased, his voice a melodious rhythm in the room.

I picked up an egg and pretended to examine it like a precious jewel. "Referee, you say? Should I make a call to the baking association?"

He feigned shock. "You'd dare challenge my secret weapon—the unbeatable whisk technique?"

As we bantered, the ingredients slowly transformed into a cohesive mixture under our hands. The batter formed, smooth and tantalizing, promising a treat beyond our imagination. Ravi reached for a dollop of it and extended his flour-dusted finger toward me. "Taste test?"

I accepted the challenge, taking his finger into my mouth and savoring the sweetness. Our eyes locked, and amidst the mess and flour-covered chaos, a soft tenderness emerged in that shared moment.

Ravi leaned in closer, his voice softer now. "You know, I've heard that kisses are the best way to seal a baking alliance."

My heart fluttered as I wiped a streak of flour from his nose. "Is that so? Well, I wouldn't want to defy tradition."

Our laughter faded into a hushed pause. The kitchen, once bustling with playfulness, seemed to hold its breath. And then, with the scent of baking surrounding us like a sweet promise, our lips met in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise—much like the batter we had mixed with laughter and shared glances.

#ravi singh #ravi singh x reader #ravi singh imagine #ravi singh fic #ravi singh x female reader #a good girls guide to murder #agggtm #pippa fitz amobi #x reader #x female reader #reader imagine

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thekiltongrammarwriter94 · 1 month

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Thought of the day—Jealous Pippa (tame of course)

Pippa sits with her friends, dissecting the latest campus mystery over a Jaffa cake. Her eyes scan the room, always observant. then she sees you—her girlfriend but you aren’t alone, close at your heels is the girl you’ve been tutoring in literature. You’re huddled with her on a table a couple over, books sprawled out explaining the nuances of Shakespeare’s sonnets. Pippa’s chest tightens.

‘Why is she so close to you? Why does she laugh at your jokes? Is she touching your arm? Bloody hell Pippa, focus on your friends’

Pippa’s mind races. She’s never been possessive, but seeing you with someone else ignites a fire within her. She wants to stride over, stake her claim. But she’s Pippa Fitz-Amobi—the girl who solves mysteries, not the girl who admits vulnerability. She’s more level headed than that.

‘ Why does she need a tutor? Why does it have to be my incredibly hot girlfriend? Why couldn’t it have been William from Political science? And why does that girl keep flipping her hair? Is she flirting? No, Pippa, don’t be ridiculous.”

Pippa, you’re being absurd. She’s allowed to have friends. You’re not exclusive. But damn it, she smiles at that girl like she’s the sun rising. Maybe I should just focus on the case. The missing library book. Yes, that’s it. Not the way her fingers trace the edge of her textbook.But what if she prefers that girl’s company? What if she laughs more with her? What if—

“Pip, stop. You’re unraveling faster than a locked-room mystery.”

Cara nudges her. “You’re staring at that girl again.”

“I’m not,” Pippa retorts, too quickly.

“Jealous much?” Connor says from his side of the table.

“Yes,” Pippa thinks. ‘I’m jealous of every second she spends with someone else.’

Pippa’s jaw clenches as she watches you across the canteen. The other girl—the one with the wide eyes and the innocent smile—leans in close, whispering something in your ear. Pippa’s fingers tighten around her jammy dodgers, turning them into nothing but biscuit dust, leaving Cara mortified. “I was going to ask if you wanted them but I can see they are well past being eaten” she had whispered sadly.

One day, after a particularly intense tutoring session, you invite Pippa to join you for lunch. The other girl is there too, and Pips stomach twists. The girl leans in, her lips so close against your cheek. “Thanks for helping me,” she says. And then, to Pippa’s horror, she kisses you on your cheek—a soft, lingering kiss that sets Pippa’s nerves on fire. Your eyes are wide, brain halting, wait did that just happen? Did she know who was sitting right beside you? Your girlfriend of two years?

Pip doesn’t shout. Instead, she calmly sits close to the other girl. “Mind if I sit?” she asks, her voice steady as she peers at the girl. Pip is all dark eyes and sharp quips, you can see her body language. How she sits close beside you, enough that the girl’s eyes flutter between you and pip.

The girl blinks, surprised. “Uh, sure.”

Pippa sits down, her gaze never leaving the girl’s face. “I don’t like you,” she says matter-of-factly. “But I respect boundaries. So, let’s make this clear: she’s mine.”

You watch, wide-eyed, as Pippa leans in. Her lips brush against the girl’s ear. “Next time you touch her,” she whispers, “remember that I’ve solved tougher cases.”

The girl stammers, her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t mean—”

“Good,” Pippa interrupts. Her voice calm, yet firm. Her smile so saccharine it makes your stomach twist. “Now run along.”

The girl immediately takes her bag and flits off, looking a little to eager to get away from you two. You turn to pip. She smiles at you, all to proud of herself. You don’t know wether to be angry that she just cost you a tutoring pupil, or quite swoon worthy over the performance of heroism. So you settle on the first one, not wanting pip to grow a big head. She’s already got an ego after the Andie Bell case. (That she’ll only admit to you alone)

“You know she payed me five quid per tutoring session” you piped up, eyebrows set in a firm line. You move to lay your head on the girls shoulder, taking small bites of pip’s food from her tray.

Pip laughs, her eyebrows creasing in amusement. “Well it must be luck that your girlfriend owns a true crime podcast that makes more than that a day. 5 quid is amicable, but for a girl in your position I would offer top dollar”

“I’m not taking any money from your university fund pippa” you deadpan.

Pip sulks, her eyes holding faulty hurt. “Not even a measly five quid?”.

You hold her glare, lips seeming to turn as she eyes you with those puppy dog eyes. You grab her hand in your own, lacing her finger with yours.

You watch her eyes as they flit between your eyes, and you laugh. “I can pay in the form of kisses” she suggests.

You perk up at that suddenly aware of the way pippa’s fingers are on your thigh, fingers hot to the touch.

“I’m sorry but our bank doesn’t accept eager customers”.

Pip’s face falls, her blue eyes glaring into you with wide eyes that scream ‘annoyed and very displeased girlfriend’. Pip only shakes her head, “you know I hate it when you withhold affection!” She mumbles.

You laugh, only shaking your head before kissing her cheek, “I’m only playing with you. How much would you like to withdrawal Miss Amobi?” You ask, eyes glinting as pip moves closer. Her eyes peering over at your lips, “oh I don’t think I have an exact figure at the moment” she speaks, “I’m sure you don’t have the amount money to accommodate me”. You flush, “I’m sure we can settle on a fair amount”.

Your far to busy chasing pip’s lips with your own, feeling her lips moving against yours with fervor, chasing your lips like it’s her favorite game to play. Feeling the way pip’s lips detach and tease your jaw just slightly making you giggle. “Connor can you please sit in front of me? I’m getting an eyeful of pip snogging her girlfriend and it’s making me slightly scared for her girlfriend’s life” you hear Cara mumble, but you don’t care one bit.

#i absolutely hate this with my whole heart #wrote this weeks ago and I hate it #but pip’s cute and so I bend #agggtm #pippa fitz amobi x fem reader #pip fitz amobi x fem reader #emma myers x reader #will delete later #working on a long fic with Pippa #6k as of present

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A Perfect Fit

TetsuJun, established relationship, fem!Daiya (rule 63, they're all girls), clothes stealing, the vaguest mention of implied sexual content (blink and you'll miss it)

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Jun took the stairs two at a time, a fleeting sense of embarrassment causing her to move with haste.

Now that they had all passed their entrance exams, Jun and the other third years had a little room to breathe. A trip to the mall had been organized with Chris as head of planning.

Jun pushed into the dorm room with a sense of haste, spotting Tetsu easily in the small space.

"Hey, I just saw Chris and-"

Tetsu stood from where she had been sitting on Jun's bed. Jun's stride and sentence came to a halt as Tetsu turned to look at her.

Tetsu was wearing Jun's shirt.

Jun took a moment to process what she was seeing.

Tetsu was wearing Jun's shirt. The shirt Tetsu had been wearing when she arrived at the dorms was nowhere to be seen.

The shirt in question was light blue, a simple fitted t-shirt with permanently cuffed sleeves and the logo of a local sweet shop in Jun's hometown printed across the front in white. It had been stolen twice over; Jun took it from her oldest sister Tsukiko's closet when she left for college.

The shirt had never looked as good on Jun as it did on Tsukiko – or as it currently did on Tetsu.

It was a perfect fit.

Tetsu was taller than Jun which was probably the most important factor. The shoulder seams sat on her shoulders like they were supposed to, and the sleeves stopped at mid-arm instead of above the elbows as they did on Jun. The bottom hem of the shirt, which hit oddly between Jun's waist and hips, sat exactly at Tetsu's waist, just above the top of her shorts.

Any accusation of theft died on Jun's tongue when Tetsu reached for her phone on the top bunk.

"Chris says they're leaving for the mall in five minutes," Tetsu said, looking up from her messages.

Jun nodded absently to information she already knew. "I know. I ran into her on my way back here."

Tetsu nodded as if a decision had been made. What that decision was, Jun could only pretend to know.

She slipped her phone into a small bag and then clipped the bag around her waist, the band sitting just below the hem of Jun's stolen shirt. She met Jun where she stood, still frozen in the entryway.

Tetsu reached out and took Jun's hand in hers, lacing their fingers together, easy and casual.

As natural as if she'd been doing it all her life.

It had only been a month since Jun confessed and in that month Tetsu had settled into a place in Jun's life that felt both permanent and new. Rather than a seed taking root, Tetsu approached their relationship like a perennial slowly blooming in the spring, coming out into the sun after being hidden but always there.

Maybe it had always been there.

"We should go," Tetsu said, giving Jun's hand a gentle squeeze.

Jun's fingertips caught the edge of 'Tetsu's' shirt. "Do we have to?" she asked.

Tetsu laughed and Jun knew in an instant that they would be going to the mall with the others. She would go anywhere with Tetsu. Jun would cross the city, cross the world, cross the universe at Tetsu's suggestion, if only Tetsu would let her come along too.

"It'll be fun," Tetsu said with a smile. She kissed Jun too quickly on the cheek before putting on her shoes. "I'll buy you ice cream."

Jun put up no resistance as Tetsu led her out of the dorm room and down to the school gate where their friends were gathered. They walked hand in hand and she tried not to stare at the way her stolen shirt hugged Tetsu just so, tried and failed judging by the curious rise of Tetsu's brow when she caught Jun's eye.

"What is it?" Tetsu asked before they reached the others.

Jun couldn't pretend she hadn't been staring and she wasn't quick enough with an excuse.

"You look good in my shirt," she muttered.

Tetsu glanced down and then looked back at Jun. She smiled.

"So do you."

Jun stopped and looked down at herself.

She was wearing Tetsu's shirt.

Jun took a moment to process what she was seeing.

She was wearing Tetsu's shirt, a white t-shirt with a small pocket on the front and Tsubakuro, the Tokyo Swallows' mascot, peeking out from inside the pocket. It was the shirt Tetsu had been wearing when she arrived at the dorms earlier. Jun felt a warm flush race up the back of her neck when she realized what had happened. She'd unintentionally started a chain of theft: Tetsu had taken Jun's shirt because Jun had taken hers.

Which she had been wearing when she ran into Chris outside of the dining hall.

Jun's eyes jerked towards their friends. They all knew. She could tell from Ryousuke's smirk, Miyauchi's gaze, and the way Tanba wouldn't meet her eyes.

Tetsu let go of Jun's hand and slid her arm around Jun's waist, pulling her close as Chris waved at them. Another too quick kiss to her cheek accompanied a quiet compliment that did nothing at all to calm Jun's blush.

"It's a perfect fit."

#daiya no ace #fanfic #tetsujun #juntetsu #fitz fic #fem!Jun #fem!Tetsu #2024 is a year of doing #more doing #more freeing drafts from the purgatory of google docs #i just think their shirts are cute #and they're cute

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