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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 31

Piquerism: a sexual interest in penetrating the skin of another person with sharp objects.

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x reader

AU/Genre: smut, roommates with benefits!AU, dom!Yuta, sub!reader, it gets weirdly emotional towards the end...

Word Count: 2544 words (really went off on this one huh)

Warnings: kink discovery...?, knives, author tried to educate themselves before writing, but let's just consider this artistic freedom, teasing, blood play, mentioned masturbation (m & f), brief choking, fear play ig, dirty talk, humiliation low key, degradation, panty sniffing while they're still on???????, oral (f receiving), tears, Yuta is MEAN, blood licking (how tf do you call this), marking (literally? 😭), kindaaa confessing during (unprotected, wrap your willy, silly) sex

A/n: knife/blood play should only happen between two consenting adults who actually know what they're doing, not like these two idiots. this is just fiction, if you wish to engage in such activities, please educate yourself since this is something that can be really dangerous fr!

A/n 2: the last Kinktober fic, I can't believe it!! also, this was really last minute, i wrote this, like, 2 hours ago, but here we are! thank you for being a part of this!

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @yyawnnz @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

Stepping into the kitchen with a simple "hey, what're you doing?" shouldn't have lead to this. But it did. Maybe you should've seen it coming, your roommate slash guy that gets to hit from time to time is easily to be startled, so when you did walk into the kitchen, accompanied by said words, the inevitable happened.

Yuta, in the midst of cutting a carrot, spun around on his heel, the huge Japanese knife in his hand almost making contact with your body. He shrieked, immediately pulling the knife away and hiding it behind the width of his back, and your reaction should have been quite similar.

Though it wasn't.

"Cooking," Yuta finally said, voice quiet and a little breathless from the shock – who can blame him? You just blinked. Time passed by without a word being said, and you throughoutly hoped that it just slipped his ears.

"Did you just moan?"

Oh, it did not.

"No, I did not."

"Yes, you did."

You anxiously bit your lip, hands coming together behind your back as your eyes scanned the area to find a place to land on until you gave in and finally settle your gaze upon his. A smirk was displayed on his handsome features. Other than to press your lips together and gulp, you decided not to react.

"Why?" His smirk only widened. He knew exactly why, he's not stupid. He just wanted to humiliate you further by making you say it out loud.

"I don't know what you mean," you grunted, not ready to give in. But when he pulled the knife from beneath his back and gentle pressed it against the soft skin of your neck, your breath hitched, eyes rolling back involuntarily.

Yuta loves to tease, hence that was not the last time he tried getting you all hot, bothered (and your palms a little clammy) by surprisingly feeding into this newfound liking of yours. You assume that he aims to find out how far he can push you before you admit it, and you surely won't make it so easy for him.

Though, you would have never guessed how hard exactly that would be. You only realize it too late, pressed against the door of your room rubbing one out aggressively after fleeing another instance of Yuta pushing your buttons, this time with a prettily decorated pocket knife.

For fuck's sake, you just wish that he would finally act on it, finally do something, finally fuck the living hell out of your compliant body as the blade carefully draws red lines across your skin.

The thought of that makes you orgasm hard, back gliding down the wooden door as your legs give out. Fucking hell, you think as you come back to your senses, there is no way you can go on like this for much longer. It genuinely surprises you, though, how long Yuta'd gone without getting needy. If only you knew about the way Yuta's pressed against his own door, a hand pressed over his mouth to keep down the sounds as his right hand rapidly strokes his cock.

You have it all planned out, pretty lingerie adorning your body beneath your sweatpants and hoodie as to not give anything away, the most important purchase of your life resting idly in your pocket.

"It's go time," you mumble to yourself, aiming to sound cool for no one but yourself, as soon as you hear the front door open and close. Yuta is home from his art class, something that, for unknown reasons that you decide not to question, usually causes him to come home with an increased level of horniness.

An ear pressed against your closed door, you wait for him to enter his room, then barge out of yours. You cross the small hallway within seconds, entering his room and trapping him against the door.

God, must he look so enticing, dressed in all black looking so- bad and rotten to the core...? You shake your head away from drinking in his looks and focus on his face instead.

"Do it already," you demand, a palm pressed against his chest that you must admit feels incredibly hard against your skin. Your other hand pulls the knife from your pocket, still closed, you press it into his hand.

Yuta does not respond, he only tilts his head to the side, smiling innocently. You sigh heavily, rolling your eyes before unzipping your hoodie.

"Just fucking do it already."

Yuta's and your sex life had been anything but vanilla, you really enjoy the way both of you see sex as something to experiment with. You'd tried out a variety of kinks before, everything from bondage over public sex to role playing, but all of it with a hint of meanness and teasing. It's just the way your relationship works, riling each other up to a point where annoyance and arousal mix to create angry intimacy, each of you too proud to admit to a kink, it always has to be some sort of game, of experimenting, of finding and living out.

After scanning over your body, Yuta's gaze bores into yours. He knows what you want, that you know. Every time he gazes into your eyes as deeply as he does right now, you know he can read you. Your mouth could lie to him, maybe you could even get your body to lie, but your eyes never could, so full of desire and lust for the things you wish he'd do to you.

Within the blink of an eye, Yuta reacts, attaching his hand to your throat, fingers closing around it immediately as he spins the both of you around, pressing your back to the door instead.

"Is this what you want?" Yuta asks, feigning innocence as he lifts his other hand still holding onto the knife. You nothing but moan as he allows it to snap open with ease, his gaze darkening as he inspects the shiny blade. There's something about Yuta's eyes that hold the potential of going completely crazy in them, and it seriously turns you on beyond believe when he looks like he could completely ravish your being without a single ounce of concern or sanity.

Yuta handles the pocket knife expertly, lifting it to press against your cheek briefly before teasingly dragging it down, your breath stopping with due respect as you watch him remove his hand from your throat to be able to glide the blade over your skin instead.

As the knife travels further down, your breath hitches in your throat, core throbbing with anticipation, surely wetting your panties in the process. Though, you stay still, curiously waiting for what's to come. The blade glides down to your breasts, teasing your skin.

"I don't think we need this anymore," Yuta whispers just as he uses the pocket knife to cut the piece of fabric between your breasts, causing your bra to snap and dangle lifelessly from your shoulders.

You breathe in to snap at him for ruining your lingerie, but Yuta's quick to press the blade against your throat once more, making you quiet down immediately.

"Shut the fuck up," he hisses, pressing the blade dangerously hard against your racing pulse before stepping back. "Get on the bed."

You do as he says, quickly shuffling over to lay down on the duvet, wrinkling the fabric in the process.

"Turn around," Yuta commands as he steps towards you agonizingly slow, and you comply, presenting your ass to him as your forearms dig into the mattress. It shifts beneath you, material sinking in due to the weight of Yuta's body behind you. You can't see him, only feel his presence, then he presses a kiss between your shoulder blades – an action that would seem loving and romantic if it weren't for your heart racing in fear and excitement. Yuta presses another kiss to the middle of your back, then just above the hem of your panties before licking a fat stripe up your entire spine, causing goose bumps to erupt all over your skin.

Without words, you suddenly feel the blade against your ass, cold and dangerous as it glides over the surface of each cheek, then carefully over the flimsy material of your panties. You whine in anticipation as he drags it further along your clothed slit, then presses the flat side of the knife against your clit.

"You're so fucking wet, how embarrassing. It's even sticking to the blade," Yuta remarks, voice sounding amused, but your cheeks begin to burn out of shame. "Stupid slut," he adds before wiping your wetness off the blade by smearing it over your ass.

You jump a little as you feel his nose pressing into your clothed cunt, the side of the cold blade pressed against your ass cheeks as he pushes them apart with both hands for better access. Then he inhales deeply, almost exaggeratedly, then breathes out with a groan, pulls back and briefly sinks his teeth into the supple flesh of your ass.

You whine, but he's not finished, hands now resembling the motion of the knife earlier, which allows Yuta to feel your arousal on his own skin before he pulls your panties away from your body to cut through it as well, leaving it to hang purposelessly from your waist.

You let out a surprised squeal as his tongue suddenly presses against your core, a groan vibrating against you as he tastes. "Shit, if I'd known that this stuff gets you so wet, I would've used this sooner. Fuck, you're dripping," he laughs, and you press your face into the pillows shamefully.

Yuta eats you out a bit more, tongue focusing on tasting your wetness rather than stimulating you, just trying to tease you, not to please you. All you do it take it, whimpering over his humiliating words and actions when suddenly you're turned on your back.

"You're crying? How cute," Yuta comments with a smile that does not contain any sentiment at all, it simply mocks you, especially given that you hadn't even noticed the salty tears escaping your eyes.

The knife appears in your sight again, and your breath hitches once again visibly.

"Do you want me to cut you?"

The whine that comes out of you sounds raw and desperate, your head nodding quickly as he aligns the tip of the knife to the soft skin of your breasts.

"Then look me in the eyes as I do it." You do, fearful gaze catching his dominant one as you feel the blade tearing your skin. It stings, but you love it, moaning out as you feel wet blood tickle out of the fresh cut.

"Good fucking girl," Yuta praises, eyes wide and crazy as he takes in your bleeding. Your mind is hazy as you take in the way he fiddles with the button of his pants, doing only so much to get his cock out. Yuta's crooked smile catches your attention just as he leans down to lick up the drops of blood resting on your skin.

Fuck, your eyes roll back at the sting, core throbbing emptily with the need to be filled, your chest rising to push against him.

"Dirty girl," he says, "want more, huh?"

"Yes," you whisper, your voice sounding raw and desperate. Yuta chuckles, pressing the blade to your opposite breast, repeating the motion of cutting your skin lightly, but this time he decides to push his cock into you simultaneously.

Helplessly, you grunt, it's too much, but so good, your hands grabbing the sheets in your fists as your cunt throbs, clamping down around Yuta's girth, your body and face contorting in pleasure.

Yuta just watches, amused.

"Didn't know you were such a knife slut, it felt like you almost came from me pushing into you. It's amazing how desperate you get once I hold this little blade in my hands," he notes, grinning evilly and your heart flutters, core throbbing around him once more.

Why is he so fucking perfect?

Yuta finally begins moving, dragging the entirety of his cock along your hugging walls. At the same time, he drags his index finger through the fresh wounds on your breasts, smearing the blood around your tits.

His stare is insane, tongue licking over his teeth when he lifts the finger up to your lips and pushes in, making you taste your own blood. The metal taste clouding your senses makes you dizzy.

"Write y-" you begin, a moan interrupting your speech, "write your name."

"What?" You scoffs out a laugh. "Are you crazy? You want me to carve my name into your body? You really want to be my bitch, huh?"

"P-please."

You watch as he moves the blade to your thigh, carefully stilling the motions of his hips to make the cut that you groan out to, hazy eyes taking in the way fresh blood bubbles out of the cut. He drags the knife over to your other thigh, slicing into your skin twice more before he starts moving again. The cuts are not that deep, yet still deep enough for more and more blood to drop out, pooling on your skin.

Yuta drags his fingers through the red substance, then moves the covered digit to your stomach. Your eyes flutter close at the sensations of the burning cuts, the cool blood, his hot finger and the movements he picked up once again, the head of his cock massaging your insides expertly.

All is too much, you can't comprehend what's happening, all you can focus on is how good everything feels, for the lack of a better word. You whimper out as Yuta's hand leaves your stomach to rub at your clit, thumb pressing harshly into the nub, and you feel your thighs begin to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Now, do you like it?"

Confusion fogs your brain, your eyelids heavy as you open them to take in the way his bloody thumb expertly abuses your clit. It's then when you see it.

Yuta.

The letters of his name are written on your skin in your own blood.

You whine out, fingers reaching out to really touch him for the first time, your orgasm building up rapidly.

"Yuta, Yuta-"

The pocket knife, long forgotten, lays next to you on the sheets, painting little, red dots that sink into the fabric as you pull Yuta closer, he's still grinning as tears fall from your eyes, legs desperately hugging around his waist to never let him go.

Yuta presses his forehead against your own, being as close to you as possible all while his cock quickly pushes you over the edge. Cries of all kinds fall from your parted lips as you get overwhelmed with emotions.

"I love you, I love you," you whimper as he pushes deeper, drawing out your orgasm as he finishes himself, groaning loudly at how tightly your cunt is hugging him, fucking into you a few more times, hard and deep, before his thrusts slow down and his lips crash into yours.

You're not sure what just happened, and you're not sure whether his kiss means that he reciprocates the feeling, but you're sure that you just never want him to leave.

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practicalmagicintuitions · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you are doing well.

I got the chance to check your posts about HC, and I must say I am very impressed.

I think the whole situation was really obvious from day one. From the first pap walk, her blue check on instagram merely a few weeks after they were seen together, his FO post, the Hollywood Reporter article that mentioned her, which she posted before him on her page, with the most sarcastically "supportive" girlfriend caption.

I agree with this reading because we can all see this in real life, people are very observant. I think they rushed into this without proper planning from their side, and were really shocked by the backlash, even embarrassed. I also believe they thought his fans are stupid and naive.

I saw your reading on his birthday, and literally laughed because how accurate the vibe was. They were in Paris before his birthday, from a video she posted, and then his birthday post while cooking. He looked and seemed truly miserable, and forced to post it.

Don't get me started when he posted her dog, people were not having it at all.

It is really sad to see the turn of events for him, from the Witcher to the superman drama. I agree there were true feelings from his side at the beginning, but as you said, it was puppy/ teenage love.

The Warhammer project was rushed to be announced, yet necessary to save his image a little bit. I think this is the next step you were talking about previously between them. Although, I feel we will get engagement news soon from them, which will be a BIG mistake from his side. This situation will not get him anywhere, and he knows it. Maybe he feels stuck, but he is literally making it worse by being stubborn and not acknowledging the fact that they have actually fuc*ked up. I 100% agree that it will be up to him to make this right by ending it, only he can take that decision and apply it, she is not going anywhere.

This is just sad, he created a huge rift in his fandom. Now people either worship them, because they are both attractive in a way. they accuse others of being jealous and horny when they call her out for her sneaky actions, especially on social media, she knows she is causing a lot of people to roll their eyes, and she loves it. While the other half hates everything he does, even if he is breathing, they will criticise him. And he truly needs to own up to his mistakes and mend them.

I think your explanations are very well structured and detailed. For his FO post, I agree that he wanted to defend something and regretted it immediately. He was being defensive over false feelings, and they received even a bigger backlash.

I wonder what will happen soon with them, or this project they have together.

Overall, he needs to wake up, he is SO stubborn.

Hi lovely!

Thank you so much for your kind words, means a lot. I am really happy, you enjoyed my readings.

As you listed the chain of events I giggled a bit, not because those are fun things just because back then it was something you can talk about. A few days ago I was chatting with a friend from Tumblr and I said I haven't checked his IG for more than a year. And she said I didn't lose anything. I only know they were at the Avatar premiere and about his Witcher/Superman fiasco. He is, I am sorry to say but boring. And the problem is, his work is boring too. Most private actors can be private because their works are speaking for themselves. They don't have to sell their lives. He is not like this.

"The Warhammer project was rushed to be announced, yet necessary to save his image a little bit." 100% agree

"Although, I feel we will get engagement news soon from them" Could be very well. Worth to ask. Still think sooner or later it will end.

"This is just sad, he created a huge rift in his fandom" It's fascinating to see how fandom works. I think those extreme emotions come from the fans incapable of judging the situation objectively. For some every woman is evil who is dating their idol, therefore the other parts of the fandom wants to "make this up" and balance the hate with extreme and blind support. Both are unhealthy. I swear some fan thinks they can break them up if they complained loud enough and others think they can gain some super fan badge and a personal thank you card from the celeb if they act supportive enough. Meanwhile, they just should use their brain and step back, chill a bit and judge the situation accordingly. I remember the attacks I got when I raised very legitimate concerns about his collab with that protein stuff because it seemed dangerous ( is he promoting them still? I had no idea). Your celeb idol is a human too with flaws and I tend to think money and fame just enlarge those negative traits. Why? Because of the yes men in the industry and the yes fans of the industry.

"I wonder what will happen soon with them, or this project they have together." You raised a few points that made me interested again in his shenanigans, so who knows. Maybe I will check on him soon.

Thank you for this ask and that you take the time to write this and read my predictions. I appreciate it a lot.

Have a nice day!

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sdr2lovemail · 3 years

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I just noticed that you are alive again! So um.. I've been thinking for QUITE a while of a relationship Ultimate Impostor x Ultimate Leader (in the killing game ig?), idk why. If the requests are closed feel free to ignore this. Thank you!

You could say that I am a fan of Imposter's work. Even tho there is not a lot of content about them out there I still love them dearly.

And yes I died for a minute but have risen from the grave to continue my writing career. I hope you enjoy what I have written my friend because I absolutely love it.

⚔Mod Peko⚔

Spoilers for chapter 1

The Ultimate Imposter disguised as Byakuya Togami and the Ultimate Leader butt heads but also kinda wanna kiss each other

Teenagers and a killing game are bound to fall into chaos. Teenagers, a killing game, and no supervision will cause more chaos. That’s why they need a leader. Someone strong and brave to guide them. However two ultimates wanting to be that leader, teenagers, a killing game, and no supervision will cause even more chaos.

Breakfast was a usually calm time. Everyone just wanted to eat and get on with finding a way off this forced school trip. However there were some mornings where everyone seemed to be full of energy. Akane and Nekomaru were engaged in a fierce 1v1 training session. Chairs, tables, and food flying throughout the air from the power of their moves. The restaurant was in total disarray and with your talent of being a leader you must do something to calm the crowd. Standing up you set your arms behind your back and call out to your classmates.

“Everyone! This is-”

“Sit down, common folk. You will all cease this foolish behavior and stop wasting food.”

“Huh?”

At the mention of wasting food Akane quickly stops her fighting. She then pulls up a table and chair from the mess of the restaurant and begins to chow down. You look at where the voice came from and see Twogami sitting at a table with a plate. Just because this guy is loaded he thinks he can be a better leader than you? Oh you will just have a quick word with him to set the record straight. With quick strides you tap him on the shoulder giving him your best stern look. This look helped you strike the feeling of order into people. But Twogami doesn’t look impressed at all?! No you can’t let him see you falter. Standing up straighter than ever you begin to speak.

‘Hey what’s the big idea? I’m the Ultimate leader. I don’t need your help guiding our class.” You told him with a grim expression. Twogami gave you a look over before setting down his fork. He wipes his mouth off with a napkin before standing to face you. His intimidation factor was off the charts. Can money buy such a scary aura?! After adjusting his glasses he begins to speak with a sigh.

“Listen I, Byakuya Twogami, am much better suited to be in charge. You may have your impeccable wits and title but that is nothing compared to being next in the Togami line. Now are we done here? I would like to finish my food”

Not even giving you a chance to respond he goes right back to eating. Even with your ultimate status this guy intimidates you a lot. But you will not be backing down. He thinks he’s so high and mighty you’ll show him high and mighty.

The days feel like they’re getting heavier. Monokuma’s annoying voice rings in your ears. There’s no way you’d believe that memory loss garbage….And even if you did, you had to stay strong for everyone. Twogami’s party did nothing to calm the tense feeling in the air. You decided you were going to check this abandoned building from top to bottom before anyone steps foot inside.

You do not see Nagito when you first step in. Maybe he’s cleaning somewhere else. Teruteru was said to be in the kitchen. Entering the main room of the building you see Twogami rifling through what looks to be a metal case. Hearing the floors creak under your weight he looks over. Upon seeing you he sends a glare.

“And what are you doing here? I don’t remember you having to prepare anything.” There was a doubtful tone to his voice. Twogami was trying to let this party go off without a hitch. And he wasn’t going to let some commoner ruin his plans. Though behind the rich boy costume Imposter did feel kinda bad. They felt like they were trampling all over your pride with their Byakuya act. However this was their ultimate. And as Twogami….No. Just as themself, if that even existed, they will keep their classmates safe. Even if they have to hurt some feelings.

“As a leader it is my duty to keep everyone in order and assure maximum safety. I plan to do a total sweep of the place before the party.” And like he did to you, you did not give him a chance to answer. You quickly turn around and exit out into the hallway missing the look of awe on Twogami’s face. Walking past the fire door you come up to the kitchen. Before you can reach for the door it swings open revealing Nagito. Strange….If Teruteru was already in the kitchen there was no need for Nagito to be in there. The lucky student passed by with a smile yet spoke no words towards you. Also strange. Nagito usually said something when passing. He deemed it rude not to say hello to an ultimate.

Entering the kitchen you see Teruteru at the counter. He doesn’t seem to notice you coming in. The usual smile on his face is replaced with a look of fear and he’s shaking like a leaf. Stepping closer seems to have caught his attention as he jumps. The look of fear is swiftly changed into a smile yet he’s still shaking. Teruteru then grabs a knife and begins chopping at some vegetables. Seems as if he’s trying to make it seem like he was simply taking a break.

“W-Why hello there. Heh, what could I do for you?” He’s shaken up quite a bit. Not a single flirty remark in that sentence and Teruteru sure did like to tease about your strong authority. You stand tall and look down at the chef. He visibly shrinks back. Looking him dead in the eye you start to command him.

“You will tell me what you have discussed with Nagito Komaeda.”

This caused Teruteru to tense up. Setting down the knife he grabs a comb from his pocket and begins to bring it through his hair. Though there isn’t a hair out of place on his pompadour. Appears to be a nervous habit.

“I uh….I have no idea what you mean mon ami~. We were simply discussing plans for the upcoming party.” Teruteru had tried to come off as collected but you knew better. He wasn’t making eye contact and he was constantly fidgeting. Nagito told him something and you were going to find out what.

“Teruteru Hanamura! I command you to tell me what Nagito had told you. Simple party plans would not have such an impact on your demeanor.”

This seemed to have caused a reaction in him. He began to blubber as words poured out of his mouth like a dam cracking under pressure.

“He came in here and told me that he had plans to murder someone at the party with the knife he had hidden under one of the tables in the dining room. He planned to overload the breaker in here with irons in the storage room to cause a blackout so he could grab the knife and kill someone during the party. I-I begun to form my own plan of stopping him….by….killing him?” The last part of his word vomit stuck with Teruteru. He would’ve had someone’s blood on his hands and would send the rest of his class to their own demise. “Oh my god I was going to kill him!” Teruteru then sinks to his knees before you.

Your face softens as you see the mess of a chef on the ground. Nagito was planning a murder? Why would he share this information with Teruteru? Dropping down to his level you set a careful hand on Teruteru’s back. “Listen. I’m going to go grab Twogami and you’re going to tell him what happened. And we’ll come up with a solution.” You normally wouldn’t call for backup, but as this was his party you felt he had the right to know.

You cautiously leave the kitchen and begin to look for the blond. Not able to find him in the building you exit to the hotel grounds. Noticing the while suit and blonde hair you call out to him and ask for him to come back. Leading him to the kitchen where Teruteru still sits slumped on the ground he listens to what you already know.

A look of disgust crosses Twogami’s face before he sets off to the main room. After announcing your departure to Teruteru, you follow him. Nagito is there setting up tables and dusting the furniture. He was about to offer the two of you a cheerful greeting but is cut off by your demand for him to exit the grounds. Not wanting to upset an ultimate that is clearly in higher ranks than he is, Nagito does not question it. He leaves the abandoned building to rest in his cottage to wait for permission to be allowed back in.

Looking under the tables you find the knife that Teruteru had mentioned. Grabbing it proceeds to coat your hand in wet paint. So Nagito had just planted this. But what’s the paint for?

“Set the knife in the duralumin case I brought on the left. I am currently using it to store anything I deem unsafe.”

You let out a scoff before setting the knife in the case. He sure does love bossing people around even in dire situations. Well….I guess that’s your talent so you can’t really speak. After doing a check of the rest of the tables, Twogami walks up to you with something in his hand. It’s a handkerchief with the Togami family crest. Imposter spent many hours perfecting the stitching of the symbol. You give him a confused look about the offering. Seeing the expression he rolls his eyes.

“Close your mouth before flies start to swarm. This is to wipe your hand off. I don’t need paint smears ruining the image of my party.”

“What? I can’t wipe paint on something as expensive as that. That handkerchief probably cost more than my house. I’ll just go wash it in the bathroom.”

Upset by your stubborn nature, Twogami grabs your wrist and begins to wipe the paint off himself. After your hand is clean he drops the cloth into your hand. “I expect that to be washed before it’s returned to me. Now I have some important matters to discuss.”

Stuffing the handkerchief into your pocket you give Twogami your full attention.

“I have decided that after this little incident we need to up the security. I would ask Nekomaru but I wish to keep this between us. Letting the public know that two people were planning a murder would cause chaos. When it’s time for the party you will help me conduct body searches. I’d like for you to keep an eye on the party with me to make sure no suspicious activity is at play.”

While normally you would make a fuss about him bossing you around with people’s lives at stake it was simply not the time for that. Nodding once he finishes speaking, you and Twogami complete one last look of the place before the party starts.

It’s time for the party and the two of you are set up outside of the abandoned building. After checking everyone and confiscating anything deemed dangerous, the party is in full swing. Everything is going smoothly. 11:30 was nearing and at the corner of your eye you see Nagito inch closer to the table. Knowing you shut the irons off you pay this no mind. There’s no way he’d try to pull anything when everyone can see him. A quick look of confusion crosses his face as the lights are still on. The confused expression is swapped for one of despair. There’s a creepy smile on his face and his eyes are clouded. Even if the blackout did not occur Nagito can still pull through with his plan.

He suddenly flips the table cloth over and goes to reach for his knife. Everyone at the party has eyes on him. Before he can fully register that his knife is in fact missing Nagito is pushed to the ground. His arms are pressed against his back and his face is squished into the floor. Multiple confused cries echo throughout the dining hall. Nagito recognized this tactic. After hours upon hours of researching the ultimates he’s sharing a class with he could easily tell that this was your work.

Twogami with Nekomaru in tow walks over to you and the detained lucky student. An agitated expression is on the heir’s face. He looks down at Nagito.

“You dare to think that I would let your plan continue? [Name] and I knew about your scheme and were quick to put a stop to it. And the fact that you would try to pull through with it in broad light is despicable.”

Anger, disgust, and confusion are present in the crowd of your classmates. Trying to make sense of it all Akane speaks up.

“I’m so friggin’ confused. What plan did Nagito have? Need me to beat him up for ya?”

You were quick to diminish the violent thought. “No, that will not be necessary as he has already been disarmed.”

“Nagito had planned out a murder.”

Twogami’s words caused a commotion in the dining hall. After hearing the noise from the kitchen, Teruteru cautiously enters the room fearing the worst. Though a feeling of relief washed over him after seeing Nagito on the ground.

Nekomaru lets out a strangled noise. His teeth are clenched and his fists tightened.

“You were going to murder one of your classmates? THAT’S INEXCUSABLE! Please [Name] allow me to detain him somewhere away from everyone. SOMEONE LIKE HIM CANNOT WALK FREEEEE!”

Looking over to Twogami as if silently discussing what to do he sends you a nod. Removing Nagito from your grasp he is quickly put into Nekomaru’s. The coach is quick to remove him from the premises. With a sigh Twogami faces your classmates. Pushing his glasses up he begins to apologise.

“I am sorry you all had to see that. And I am sorry that my exquisite party must draw to a close here. Exit the building and head to your cottage for the night.”

Though shaken, everyone proceeds to leave in groups. No one wants to walk back alone fearing that someone will try something. With just you and Twogami left he turns to face you.

“That was quite impressive. What you did back there was helpful in getting Nagito detained. I believe that we should come to an agreement. Yes we are fine separately but together I feel that we could do an outstanding job at keeping everyone safe.”

Twogami extended a chubby hand out for you to shake. This handshake would seal the two of you into a partnership. One of which would keep your class safe. Looking from his hand to his face then back to his hand you sit there in thought. This could be a wonderful idea. With two people working together that’s like double the safety. With a smile you shake his hand giving it a tight squeeze.

“I think I’d like that Twogami! From here on out the two of us are now Jabberwock Island’s health and safety committee.”

#ultimate imposter x reader #danganronpa x reader #imposter x reader #byakuya twogami x reader #ultimate imposter #byakuya twogami #super danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa #danganronpa imagine #sdr2 x reader #sdr2 #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa imagines #x reader #insert an original name here #Jabberwock Island Health and Safety Committee

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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Babe can i request for your celebration of 1k followers: Smut 11 with angst 4 and happy ending

Also ‼congrats‼ babe ❤️🎉😏

of course! thank you so much, sweetie :,)

angst 4 just GETS TO ME. it’s very angst but very addictive. it also turned into an actual fic, kinda?

if anyone wants to request another blurb, the prompts are found here.

angst #4: “i can’t... you’re engaged.”

smut #11: “please, just let me please you.”

CW: kinda angsty, reader thinks he’s such eating when he kisses her (he’s not-it’ll make more sense once you read it), fingering, cream pie, nicknames (good boy, princess), kinda switch!reader and spencer, overstimulation, slight cum play ig?, unprotected penetrative sex. *let me know if i missed anything*

you never thought you’d actually lose spencer. okay, you didn’t lose him. he’s not dead. but he can’t be yours anymore. you don’t really know how it happened. they had just gotten into the relationship. max, is her name. and she was wonderful, which might be the worst part.

she was beautiful and kind and great with children and probably perfect for spencer. but you wouldn’t let yourself believe that they were actually together. you refused. until he came into the office one morning looking... concerned? he was biting his bottom lip gently and didn’t speak a word as he entered. there was no ‘random fact of the day’ or smart quip. it was just rush.

“spence? are you alright?” you walked over to his desk.

“what?” he looked up at you. “of course i’m fine. why wouldn’t i be fine?”

“you just look... bothered,” you pressed as you leaned on his desk, your hand accidentally touching his as you tried to get comfortable. that’s when you looked down and saw it. “sorr...y.”

a gold wedding ring on his left ring finger.

they had only been together for four months. four months. you had known him for four years. and he was no longer gone. he was no longer yours, although he never really was to begin with. there was a beat of silence, a rather long one at that. you just stared at the band of metal for what felt like a decade before looking back at his face. he looked like he was sorry, like maybe he could tell what that meant for you.

in the months of his new relationship he came to you during their issues. when he felt as though she was moving a bit too quickly, when he thought he should end it, when he felt too insecure around her... everything. he came to you. it’s like he had all of these seeds of doubt planted in his mind. you had more than one opportunity to squander their relationship.

but instead you were a good friend. you helped him resolve the conflict and you mended their already failing relationship. and here all of those moments were, mended together in the form of a ring that was supposed to represent the bond of forever, biting you in the ass.

“um,” you cleared your throat before removing yourself from his desk, metaphorically from his life. “congratulations,” you said curtly before scurrying back to your own desk.

you thought you still had a chance. he still gave you the look that had given you hope for all of these years. his eyes would say, ‘i want you,’ but clearly, all he wanted was a life without you. the two of you had been teetering on the edge of being in a relationship and being strictly friends. maybe you had been imagining the glances he would send you and the lingering stares and the way his hand would touch yours so delicately when you needed the reassurance. maybe you just needed a break from him to organize your feelings.

that’s what you would do. a little distance would do you some good. and maybe, just maybe, you could finally get over your little crush love for him.

so when you would normally go on a lunch break with him, you worked through it. when he asked what you wanted to eat, you gave him a simple shrug and a, “i’m not hungry,” with a tight-lipped smile, which was the best you could muster up.

when you would normally take a coffee break with him to stretch your legs, you stayed put and opted to continue the case file you were on. as it turns out, taking no breaks from your work really helps everything go on much quicker. you finished your workload by 4:30, so hitch let you go home.

you didn’t tell spencer goodbye.

the next day was the same. and the next. and the next. the days turned into weeks and then eventually a month and then two.

it was hard to not talk to him. it was as if a piece of you were missing. but he was never a part of you, so why did you feel so empty? he seemed perfectly fine without you.

but he wasn’t. he wasn’t fine without you. he knew that him getting engaged in such a short amount of time hurt you - and it hurt him too. truth be told, he didn’t want to marry maxine. he intended on breaking up with her on the date she proposed, she just beat him to it. and he couldn’t bring himself to embarrass her like that. she seemed so excited and happy. but he was so worried about you and what you’d think the entire time he had the ring on his finger.

and when you stopped talking to him altogether he swore he might not make it. but it seemed as though that’s how you needed to cope. so he gave you your space. once the two month mark of you not talking to him and avoiding him hit, he knew he couldn’t last like that.

he couldn’t live without you. it’s been ages since he’s heard your laugh and he’s having withdrawals. so he did something that was extremely hard for him.

when you saw him enter the office with a bouquet of flowers before anyone was even here you rolled your eyes. did she give those to him, too? did she just want to rub it in? no, you wouldn’t think bad of her just because she’s with the man you’re in love with. you avoided his gaze and turned your attention back to your case files, trying to avoid spencer at all costs. then you felt a presence at your desk. a shadow was cast over your papers and you looked up to see him standing above you. you gave him the same tight-lipped smile as two months ago and went back to your work.

“y/n,” he whispered, you looked up to see him biting his lip.

“what, spencer?” you answered with an edge to your voice.

“i want to talk to you,” he looked around at the still empty office. “in private, please.”

“spencer, i can’t... you’re engaged,” you sighed, trying to lower the tears that threatened to pool in your eyes.

“please, let me explain-“

“what more is there to explain?” you scoffed as you rose from your seat. “clearly you want to be with her for the rest of your life. so have fun, spencer. i just... i can’t.”

spencer watched you walk away. away from him and away from the flowers with a card that told you what had happened. the card that would’ve explained everything. and the card that would’ve explained how he had cut things off with maxine.

that very night, however, he decided he’d had enough. he drove to your apartment and banged on your door, without the flowers since they were dead now. when you opened the door to reveal spencer reid standing outside of your apartment, you fought the urge to both cry and slam the door in his face.

“what?” you asked, pleading with your eyes for him to give you some sort of peace whether it be from him leaving or telling you what you wanted needed to hear.

“please...” he asked, “just let me explain.”

you moved out of the doorway so he could come into the room. you closed the door, your back pressed against it, and crossed your arms over your chest defensively.

“explain,” you ordered, deciding to not be sad but instead be angry with him.

be angry with the fact that he chose her. be angry that he didn’t tell you in the first place. be angry that he showed up to your apartment right as soon as you had finally finished crying - again.

“i-i...” he couldn’t find the right words.

he couldn’t figure out how to tell you the right way how much he loved you. how he wanted you. how he needed you.

“for christ sakes, spencer!” you laughed. “you come here late at night, when your fiancé is probably waiting to see you, and what for?! to stand there and just look at me like some dumb, broken fucking puppy?! i’ve never been one to doubt my intelligence but maybe i am dumb. maybe i’m dumb because i let you break me. i never should’ve let myself fall in love with you, you- you asshole,” you were seething. you didn’t even realize you had been crying until he looked at the tears streaming down your face. “how could you? how could you hurt me like that? you lead me on and then... just get engaged so easily. what am i to you, spencer? because i thought i meant more to you than that.”

“you do. you do!” he interrupted. “you mean so, so much to me. more than i know how to describe,” he walked closer to you and tried to take your hands in his, you reluctantly allowed it. “i love you. i love you, y/n. i love you so much it makes me idiotic. i have been chasing my tail trying to figure out how to get you to talk to me again, and if the only way you’ll talk to me is by yelling then so be it. i just need to hear your voice and i need to hear your laugh.”

“leave, spencer,” you tried to pull your hands from his. “you’re engaged. you’re going to get married. i won’t be a home-wrecker, spence. i don’t know what kind of game you’re getting at but telling me you love me isn’t going to make me forget that you’re in love with someone else. you’re marrying someone else, spencer. i can’t-“

and his lips were on yours, his hands now cupping your face. the stupidest thing you allowed yourself to do - you let him in. you let his tongue enter your mouth slowly. you let yourself indulge in his lips on yours, the soft pillowy flesh you’ve dreamt of kissing since you had met him.

his hands trailed down your face and to your waist, pulling your body flush against his own. you whimpered into his mouth, obviously spurring him on as his hands trailed further around and squeezed your ass. your breathing picked up as his lips traveled down your neck.

you had forgotten all about his engagement and how much he hurt you. just this one time, you would give in.

he sucked a dark mark on your neck before sliding his hands underneath your shirt, palming gently at your breasts.

“spencer,” you sighed softly from his touch.

“please,” he muttered. “please, just let me please you.”

“okay,” you agreed, your hands pulling at his shoulders.

“thank, fuck,” he groaned before you helped him toss your shirt on the couch, leaving your bare chest on display for him. “you’re beautiful.”

“shut up,” you pulled his lips back to yours to silence him.

“no,” he mumbled with a smile on his lips. “you truly are, y/n,” he tried to tell you between kisses.

“what did i say, spencer?” you pulled back with an angry look on your face.

“before i actually do shut up, i need to tell you something,” his hands on your waist began stroking circles into your soft skin. “i ended things with maxine.”

“why the fuck didn’t you lead with that?!” you questioned.

“i saw you and i just-“

“god, i don’t care,” you muttered before pulling his lips to yours once more. “do something, spence,” you rolled your hips into his as you began to undo the buttons on his shirt. “i need you.”

he let his hand trail to the front of your body and enter your shorts once he looked at you for permission. his fingers danced over your underwear and found your clit quickly, rubbing gentle circles.

“stop teasing,” your hips bucked into his hand before you pulled his hair, he moaned into your mouth.

his fingers finally entered your panties, and he gathered the wetness that had been collecting before going back up to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves moderately slow.

“fuck,” you groaned, making him eager to please you. he picked up his speed on your clit before letting his fingers travel back to your entrance, slowly pushing to fingers in. “g-good boy, baby.”

his hips rutted up into your own upon the praise. he curled his fingers, trying to find that spongey tissue inside of you that would drive you mad. once he found it, he began thrusting his fingers into you, allowing his palm to hit your clit just right each time he slammed them inside of you.

“fuck, i’m so close,” you whined, sucking on his bottom lip before pressing a kiss to it. “keep going, baby.”

and boy did he go. he loved watching you come undone on his fingers, it would probably definitely become his favorite sight in the time to come. the way your lips hovered over his own, your eyes became hooded, and your moans wanton. when he let his lips travel to your neck and find the soft spot he somehow knew drove you crazy, he also let the one hand on your waist travel up and palm your breast, tweaking the nipple gently between his fingers and sending you over the edge.

he pulled back swiftly to watch you as you came undone. a sheen of sweat littered the high points of your face, your chest was heaving for air as your hips continued to fit into his hand as you came down.

“i need you inside me,” you muttered softly, almost afraid of his rejection.

“good,” he breathed out before grabbing your face and connecting your lips once more, you led the both of you to your bedroom.

you crawled onto the bed, and he undid his pants, throwing them aside and carefully navigating up to you once more.

“hi,” you smiled, your hands stroking his cheekbones.

“hi,” he whispered back, admiring the softness of the situation. “are you ready?”

“yes, please,” you nodded your head as he spread your legs, taking his place between them and lining himself up with your entrance.

“so tight, princess,” he groaned once he barely entered you.

“princess?” you quirked a brow at the nickname.

“yea, princess,” he chuckled before giving you another chaste kiss that you deepened, clenching around his dick once he was fully sheathed inside of you. “shit, do that again,” and you did. “fuck, you’re so good, baby.”

“please,” you pawed at his back as if that would push him to start thrusting. “fuck me.”

“you want me to fuck you, princess?” you nodded eagerly.

he slowly began thrusting in you before he rapidly snapped his hips. ever thrust of his hips meeting yours caused the sound of skin on skin clapping echo inside of your room. he brought his hand up to your face, gently cupping it and tracing your bottom lip before you took his thumb into your mouth. you sucked on his thumb, your tongue tracing his fingerprint. maybe that way you’d become a part of him forever, right on the tip of his fingers.

“fuck,” he moaned before he sped up even quicker. “touch yourself, princess. make yourself cum on my dick.”

you were already close - spencer could feel it. it only took a couple more seconds before you were clenching and unclenching around him, the fluttering of your pussy sending him over the edge. his hot cum spread into your stomach, filling you with a sense of warmth and satisfaction you hadn’t known you needed.

“so good, spence,” you muttered as he fucked his cum back into you, you hissed at the overstimulation.

“your mine, princess,” he pressed a soft kiss to your neck before pulling himself out of you.

“wrong,” you corrected. “you’re mine.”

“whatever you say,” he smiled, turning his head to look at you. “i’m sorry,” he said sincerely.

“yea, me too,” you sighed before sitting up, not looking at him.

“here,” he jumped up out of the bed. “let me,” he ran into your bathroom, not missing the chuckle that emitted from your lips. he returned with a damp, warm washcloth and got between your legs once more, this time eye level to your pussy. “fuck,” he whispered.

he used his fingers to spread your pussy open, admiring the way his cum was dripping out of your entrance, you pussy seemingly clenching around nothing. suddenly, his tongue was on your entrance and lapping up the both of yours arousal. your hand shot into his hair, gently tugging at it as he ate you out.

“so good, spence,” you ground your hips into his face. “please don’t stop-don’t stop!” you knew he wouldn’t stop as he pushed you over the edge for the third time that night. “god-fuck, yes!” you looked down to admire the man beneath you, smiling when you saw that his eyes were still on your face, watching you come undone.

“such a pretty pussy,” he squeezed your thigh before rising back up to give you a belated kiss. “now i can clean you up,” you both laughed.

for the first night in two months, neither of you worried about what was to come - even if you probably should’ve worried about work. you both were guarded by each other’s presence; nothing threatened to breach the security you had with one another. because, now, he was yours. and you were his.

#spencer reid smut #mggwl 1k celebration #blurb request #spencer reid

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realcube · 3 years

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karasuno boys spending christmas with you 🎄

;tw// christmas (?), santa ig, extreme fluff, shoplifting, underage drinking, violence, ennoshita, kinoshita and narita exclusion 😞

(a/n): ik the gif isn’t hq but look how cute it is (○｀ 3′○). also i’m aware that i wrote a rather western-washed version of Christmas (despite the characters in question not being western) but as someone of an asian ethnicity, imo western traditions surrounding Christmas are a lot more..festive (?) which i hope that isn’t offensive considering that Christmas was popularised by the west. so, in short, sorry the traditions aren’t those that are celebrated in japan (or asia) but i just found it i had a lot more inspiration to write it this way. :) perhaps i’ll make a part 2 with aoba johsai or nekoma celebrating Christmas with japanese traditions

Shōyō Hinata

you spend christmas at his house bc he wants to be with his sister on the day

and any sibling that you live with, he insists that they stay over too

but if you don’t have any younger siblings then y’all just spend the whole day spoiling natsu

hinata absolutely adores how well you get on with his sister, it just makes him so happy seeing his two favourite people having fun together

although, it did make him a bitter when he asked natsu if she likes the doll he bought her and she said,

“Yeah, thank you. But look at the Furby (L/N) got me! It’s pink and so fluffy, feel it! And it talks, it’s eyes move and-” Then she continues to rave on about how amazing your gift was.

honestly, y’all spend the whole day pampering natsu; making sure she has the best christmas possible

y’all made gingerbread cookies with her, helped her built a snowman (or rather, a snowwoman because she insisted that it was a lady), snowangels, opening presents, christmas crackers, watching movies - the whole shabang.

probably the only time in the day were she was sad was at 10PM when hinata insisted that she goes to bed

natsu looked at you to back her up in her argument that she should be allowed to stay up late on christmas but you kinda just stood there like 🧍‍♀️/🧍‍♂️

not wanting to get involved in their family drama (unproblematic liege 😍😩)

eventually though, natsu did go to bed and as soon as she was sound asleep, you and hinata spent the night cuddling while watching more christmas movies as you were both too tired to do anything else

you ended up falling asleep in his arms and it was a christmas miracle that his arm didn’t get pins and needles like it usually did while cuddling for a long period of time

Tobio Kageyama

i’m a firm believer that he doesn’t celebrate christmas

not that he doesn’t like the concept, it’s just doesn’t understand the hype

plus - other than going to nationals - there isn’t much he wants and from what he knows, santa can’t make that happen

but as soon as you come over to his house on christmas day with a tub filled with cookies shaped and decorated like volleyballs, suddenly christmas is his favourite holiday

he invites you inside to eat the cookies with him and you notice that he’s watching a volleyball match on the TV

you giggle at how passionate he is about about the sport and offer to cast a Christmas movie from your phone onto the TV

he says yes since this is probably the 10th time he’s rewatched the same match

you scroll through the list of christmas movies available on Netflix, “Wanna watch Arthur Christmas?”

“No.”

“How about the Grinch?”

“Eh, no.”

“Ooh! What about the Nativity? I love that movie-”

“No thanks.”

So you ended up watching Frozen and Frozen 2 (on a different streaming site) because Kageyama didn’t like any of the Christmas movies available on Netflix

You figured that Frozen kinda counted as a Christmas movie because..there was snow :)

anyway, you already knew Kageyama tolerated Disney Movies so Frozen was your best bet

and as it turns out, he was oddly engaged by the movie which gave you an opening to slip into his arms, stifling an evil snicker the whole time

as we all know, when Kageyama is into something he is into it.

so whenever the climax of the movie comes up (or any part with high suspense) you feel him squeeze you slightly and tense up

AND IT IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING PERIODT 🥺😩

so yeah your christmas with him is not overly Praise The Lord but it very fun and cute since it mostly consists of Disney movies

(also Barbie: A Christmas Carol because it gave you both overwhelming nostalgia since he has a big sister who i now headcanon to be a barbie movie addict ✋)

Kei Tsukishima

the biggest grinch™

mostly bc every year he drops hints to both his mum and brother that he wants new headphones but every year he still gets a snowglobe from his mum and something dinosaur related from his brother

even though his brother is aware that he is ‘too old for that shit’ now

but Akiteru just loves seeing his brother’s pissed off face whenever he opens his gift (which is a similar size to a headphones box) to find something like a Jurassic Park Lego set

anyway, backstory over - in short, Tsukishima very much dislikes Christmas

So when you appear at his door with a gift, he slams the door closed

“Tsukishima!” You roar as that was quite rude - even for Tsukishima - since it was snowing and you were clearly freezing, “Let me in! I’m freezing my tits off out here!”

Eventually, he did let you in and gave you a hot chocolate as an apology but as soon as you tried to hand him the give, he refused to take it

“No.”

“Why not?” You whined, clearly upset that he wouldn’t take the gift you went through so much effort to get your hands on.

“Because I didn’t get you anything.”

You rolled your eyes, “You got me this hot chocolate - now, take it. It’s seriously not much.”

Upon eyeing the wrapped box in your hand, he realised it was about 9x9″ - the same size as the tub you usually deliver food in, meaning that the gift was probably some sweet treats

“Alright.” He sighed, accepting he gift as he figured that he could easily pay you back by making Christmas cookies with you or something

He hummed, delicately unwrapping the gift and his heart skipped a beat as he noticed the present inside was in a black box rather than a clear tub which you normally gave homemade treats in

nevertheless, he persevered in unwrapping the box

when he finally finished, his heart dropped yet he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with joy

“Wireless headphones.” He muttered to himself, doing everything in his power to resist the smile tugging on the corner of his lips but it was challenging, to say the least

“Yeah!” You chirped, “Don’t worry about the price though, I got them on a Black Friday sale.” You lied, aware that it was usually considered rude to talk about the price of a gift you’ve given but knowing if you didn’t say anything, Tsukishima would assume you paid full price (which you did smh) and immediately empty his bank account in order to pay you back

You could almost envision the situation already; “Would you like it in cash or cheque?”

“Neither, Kei!”

“You seriously got me branded headphones?” Non-imaginary Tsukishima asked, unable to pry his eyes off the long-awaited gift in his hands

“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered at his unusually sinister voice. “I wanted to buy you noise-cancelling headphones and Google said these were the best ones available that weren’t selling for millions of y--”

“I love you.”

You did a double-take, “Huh?”

“I love you.”

You did a..triple-take.. “I-I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

“I’m not saying it again, dumbass.”

now, tsukishima wasn’t a very affectionate person but considering you paid full price for headphones (yes, he knows. you’re not a very good liar 😐) for him, the least you deserved was forehead kisses

plus, he was determined to make you as happy as you made him that day

so can get all the kisses you want, all the hugs, all the cuddles, all the smiles, all the cookies- everything!

but that’s not to say that he’s not going to get you anything in return as subtly through the day he was gathering info on what to get you

by the end of it, he had a whole list but unfortunately - after looking at his bank account - he realised that the only thing he could afford was an easy-bake oven (┬┬﹏┬┬)

Tadashi Yamaguchi

y’all spent Christmas at your house because Yamaguchi was absolutely entranced by your massive Christmas tree

he also slept over because you both wanted experience the Christmas morning buzz together

also because your parents were working on Christmas day and Yamaguchi didn’t want you to be alone 🥺

(he didn’t tell you that though as he didn’t want you to think that he felt bad for you or anything)

after you both completed you morning routines, you raced downstairs (quite literally raced; you won.) to open the presents

the milk and cookies you both hand left out for ‘Santa’ was gone because your parents chugged the milk and scarfed the cookies before they left for work

“Open the presents I got you first!” You urged Yamaguchi, pointing to the two presents wrapped in Sanrio wrapping paper

Yamaguchi did so; sitting on the floor cross-legged to open the larger, box-shaped gift first

“Candy!” He chirped with a smile, gently shifting through the selection of sweets you got him, his grin stretching as he did so and once he was finished, it was beaming ear-to-ear. “You know me so well, thank you so much, (L/N).”

You giggled, a light blush crossing your features at the praise - then motioning to the second, smaller, thinner gift.

Yamaguchi accidently tore the wrapping paper off to reveal basic, charcoal face masks.

You quickly interjected to explain, “You said that you were embarrassed about how the animal-themed face masks your mum bought you were too childish and that they just made your skin more oily so bought you those; less embarrassing and supposedly good for oily skin.”

Yamaguchi’s heart fluttered upon hearing how much attention you paid during his random rants, “Thank you, babe!” He enthused, hugging the mask to his chest.

After that, you opened the gift he bought you and were over the moon when you realised that it was a box full of adorable stationary

“I noticed how you kept complaining about your pens running out of ink during class and..yeah..I hope you like it..”

You obviously loved it and expressed that by giving him a big bear hug and many kisses (づ￣ 3￣)づ (*≧︶≦))

By then, it was around Midday so you had time to play in the snow for a bit before Yamaguchi had to go home to spend the rest of Christmas with his family

but of course he came back on Boxing Day to binge watch movies and cuddle with you 🥰

Daichi Sawamura

okay; I am going to say this and you aren’t going to argue with me bc I know that I’m right:

if you have any younger siblings or cousins staying in your house for Christmas (and I mean younger like 5 or less) and the kid isn’t a little shit

daichi (with your assistance) will dress up as Santa and you will dress up as an elf to surprise the child with a visit

daichi would be like ‘ho ho ho!’ and you’d be like ‘shut up, santa, you fatass.’

and the kid would be like ✪ ω ✪

y’all would take pictures and shit before santa dips 🚶‍♂️🛷

after that, you both would head back to his place to celebrate a kid-free christmas

you don’t open gifts because you both mutually agreed not to get anything for each other this year since you had ‘grown out of presents’ (tsk).

but you did get a RingFit Adventure from one for your relatives for Christmas so you and Daichi spend an hour or two playing that

it’s surprisingly taxing though so you’re both puffed afterwards

so you decided to make spaghetti for yourself and Daichi and a Christmas miracle occurred..he got off of his ass to help you cook 🤩

usually he’d hide his fear off fucking up under toxic masculinity but today he actually let you teach him how to make food and he was a natural chef tbh

however, his habit of grabbing your ass or holding your lower back wasn’t especially helpful while he had tomato sauce all over his hands

you changed into a different pair of bottoms as the spaghetti cooled down

then, a second Christmas miracle occurred

Daichi gave you both permission to eat in the living room, on the couch, so y’all could watch a movie or something as you ate

every other day of the year, daichi would have to be killed before he let anybody eat in the living room - forget on his new couch

but today was a special so he let it slide

originally, the plan was to watch a Christmas movie but then you noticed that a new episode of y’alls favourite show was out - House Hunters - so you just watched that instead

hey, it made you both happy so why not?

especially with daichi’s running commentary which you outwardly expressed annoyance to but internally loved

“Andromeda will never be Suzanne, rest easy.”

“That house is so ugly, next.”

“Why’s their budget so low? May as well just buy a caravan.”

“They are so fucking picky.”

“Her face annoys me.”

IT LIKE HIS ALTER-EGO IT’S AMAZING

anyway, merry christmas to the daichi stans and that is from me, not daichi - he actually forgot it was Christmas at noon

Kōshi Sugawara

SUGA IS DOMESTIC LIKE DAICHI BUT MAKE IT ❄ FESTIVE❄

y’all bake christmas cookies together, exchanges small gifts, bake carrot cake, watch The Polar Express, bake pudding, kiss under the mistletoe, bake-- yeah, there was a lot of baking

get ready to work out twice as much and start dieting if you don’t want to develop an illness due to the amount of sugar you consumed

to be honest, Suga was kinda lost for things to do on the actual day of Christmas bc y’all were so hyped preparing for it so he had no idea how to top that

I mean, you both went on romantic, late night car drives to buy a tree

cute couple trips to the store to purchase decorations

planning out and putting the decorations around the house (and with both of your keen eyes for design, the house ends up looking gorgeous ofc)

you ornamented the tree in his living room but it was so tall that he couldn’t reach the very tip to put the final decoration on top

so you hopped onto his shoulders and stuck the star on top with a smile

but he wasn’t done with you yet, he rushed around the house with you on his shoulders while you clung onto his hair as if your life depended on it

he did most of the festivities with you before Christmas but he saved one special one for the day

“(Y/N), let’s bake something.”

You sighed, shooting him a weary smile, “Suga, we’ve been baking all day.”

“Just one last thing! It’s not even baking actually, more like assembling.”

You quirked an eyebrow at his statement, “Hm? What is it?”

“Let’s make our dream houses with gingerbread!”

Of course you agreed. Not just because he is the cutest thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on but also since it sounded rather fun

“What are those?” You pointed to the weird rectangular designs on the roof of his house

“Solar panels.” He hummed, elegantly icing the sides of his house, “I want my future house run on that energy.”

“Anyway, what’ve you got on your house?” Finishing off the final swirl on his door, he turned to look at your gingerbread home and deadpanned

A sheepish grin formed on your lips as you noticed his blank expression towards your ‘dream home’ which has walls garnished with golden, edible glitter and sugar paper sanrio characters on the roof along with many other extremely unconventional things

“Hey,” you shrugged, “Let me have my dreams.”

“Of course,” Suga agreed, his usual sweet smile returning, “Although, in an ideal world, I thought we’d end up living together and starting a family. However, I don’t think we can do that if you planning on putting a horse head on our front door.”

“IT WAS JUST LYING THERE, KŌSHI! IF ANYTHING IT’S YOUR FAULT FOR GIVING ME ACCESS TO A MARZIPAN HORSE!”

“I DIDN’T THINK THAT YOU’D DECAPITATE IT, (Y/N)! I THOUGHT YOU’D USE IT FOR A STABLE OR FARM OR SOMETHING!”

“YOU SHOULD KNOW ME BETTER THAN THAT!”

Asahi Azumane

you both spent christmas day in your respective households, promising each other that you’d spend boxing day together

until around 7PM when you had to come over to his house bc he called you, extremely puzzled at the fact that random mutuals from school (and the whole volleyball team) were on his instagram page, facebook, snapchat and any/every other social media platform wishing him a happy birthday

“I don’t get it.” He spoke through the phone, confusion and anxiety apparent in his voice, “My birthday isn’t for another six days. Why do they think it is today? Is this a joke?”

“Uh, can I come over? I’d love to see you.”

“Um, sure.” He replied, even more confused that you didn’t answer his question and instead asking one yourself

you spent the rest of the day with him, trying your very best to distract him from social media by doing various activities

you both baked, watched movies, played board games (he’s a beast at battleships) then you moved on to other games like charades - basically every bs excuse you could come up with to get him to stay away from his phone

but that’s not to say you didn’t enjoy every second of it bc you did

he is so cute like whenever you are doing an action which he can’t interpret, his automatic guess is ‘are my beautiful gf (Y/N) (L/N) who i love very much? (= ❛ ᴗ ❛=)’

PRECIOUS 💓

and then you are just like, ‘yes, i am, baby. but i am also optimum prime. your turn.’

anyway, by the end of the day there was no way you were able to prevent him from finding out about the joke now

so you just decided to tell him - figuring that it’d be better for him to hear it from you rather than someone else

“See.. y’know how jesus was allegedly born on christmas day? well, the joke is that..you kinda look like what people assume jesus would’ve looked like..”

Asahi had to do a double-take at what you just said, “Th-they..think I look like jesus?”

“yeah.”

Ryūnosuke Tanaka

you’re both broke af so you spend Christmas day pretending you are a rich couple

you slept over at his house too so you could start early in the morning and by that I mean 10:30AM

firstly, you and tanaka flick through an Argos catalogue (which you found on the ground, so there were a few mud stains on it 😶) to select the gift(s) you were going to buy for your ‘children’

but really it was just you and him going through it and circling all the toys y’all wanted as kids but couldn’t afford/didn’t get

“I super badly wanted one of those kiddie monster trucks that you could control with a remote as a child so my son is going to need one of those.” Tanaka said, circling the monster truck with a marker

“Yes, of course. And I asked for Monster High dolls every year as a kid but my parents said they were everything god hates so let’s buy that because we stan satan in this house, apparently .”

“Of course, of course.” He said in his best ‘rich person’ voice which was actually just an english accent

After resenting your parents for around an hour, you both moved onto the next activity of your rich person Christmas which included reading your horoscope in an english accent

that only lasted a few minutes though because both of you couldn’t be bothered to read

you also planned to look at the stock market (just like all rich people do on christmas day, obvs) but it was so boring

you took a glance then just went ‘okay, bye.’

next, you had caviar - just like rich people eat for every meal of the day, i think.

except it was actually black pop rocks

“ah, yes. scrumptious.” “the flavour is immaculate.”

then, as dawn drew close, you and tanaka preformed your final rich person activity

no, it wasn’t being rude to minimum wage workers

no, it wasn’t being ungrateful

no, it wasn’t exploiting the working class under capitalism

no, it wasn’t being generally stuck-up and cocky

instead, it was going to the grocery shop and buying everything rather than shoplifting :)

“what should we get, babe?” you asked tanaka, in awe at how many different brands of toilet paper were on the shelves. “Have you ever noticed how spoiled we are for choice when it comes to toilet paper?”

“uh, no.” he replied in reference to the toilet paper question, “Hm, how about some gingerbread men or something?”

his suggestion was just met by a blank stare and silence

“JUST KIDDING! WE’RE TOTALLY BUYING BOOZE!”

“Hell yeah!”

luckily, because tanaka looked a lot older than 17 and also since the cashier was too tired to check his ID, you both managed to buy the drinks without getting caught

“Merry Christmas, Ryū.” You hummed, fidgeting with his hand which was interlocked with yours as you walked through a rather prestigious neighbourhood and admired all the extravagant christmas lights

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N). Love you.”

Yū Nishinoya

you and noya spent the whole day in his backyard and since it was a white christmas, you were able to spend the 90% playing in the snow

at first, you both went outside with the intention of making snowangels and taking cute couple photos in the snow

but the weather was just so inviting that you had to stay for a little longer even when you did finish taking pictures; so you made the ‘ultimate’ snowman

by that, it was just the biggest snowman y’all could make without it falling apart with stones for eyes, spiking out twigs for hair and an empty Monster Energy can for a nose

once you had completed the snowman and basked in it’s glory for a moment, you went to head inside - but then you felt something hit your back

you turned around to see noya snickering, a mischievous grin on his face which you couldn’t stand

so what started out as him playfully throwing a snowball at your back, eventually turned into a full-on snowball battle to the death

there were snow forts, piles of snow ammunition, mini snow-warriors guarding the edges of your fort, a snow-princess which you were trying to steal from each other’s fort to win (basically like capture the flag but colder..) and a few brunch bars in the middle of the battle field for snack breaks

it was all going smoothly until Noya ran up to your base, obviously with the intention to steal your princess

“stay away from her, you fiend!” You yelled, jumping into an offensive stance - your neighbours must hate you bc of all the noise you and Noya made.

Noya screaming his battle cry as he rushed towards your fort, batista bombing you to the ground before you had a chance to attack him with a snowball

now that you were out of the equation, he scurried over to your princess which was perches on a little snow podium you made for her

he grabbed it, lifting it above his head like a trophy and letting out a loud victory cry “I win!”

he then turned to you and laughed upon noticing that you had your face buried into the snow in shame, “You have been defeated, (L/N)! And the great Rolling Thunder prospers!”

“That’s a stupid nickname.” You groaned, outstretching your arms to allow him to pick you up, “Now take me inside, I’m tired.”

“Alright, babe.” He spoke softly, seemingly coming down from his adrenaline high.

He strolled towards you, scooping you up into his arms - off the snow - and carrying you inside

unbeknownst to him, you had fallen asleep as he held you and once he put you down on the couch and noticed- i- my man almost died of happiness

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! You’re so fucking cute! (❤´艸｀❤)” he hollered, peppering your face in kisses

“Shhh..” you hushed Noya, sticking your bottom lip out to form a pout

Noya nodded understandingly before hopping onto the couch beside you and snuggling up

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aileysmirnov · 3 years

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Loki x Ailey hc! part 1

I was watching Thor Ragnarok with some friends (over zoom ofc) and then It popped up in my head a conversation that I had with @melyaliz and Alex (ig: shir.0_guru) a while back, and I couldn't shake it off my brain as I was trying to write some other thing. So hopefully writing this down would apace my mind.

TW: Arranged marriage, depictions of emotional/psychological abuse

Summary: Eris and Odin find a solution to what's been threatening their domains, an alliance between 2 of the most powerful families, but Ailey and Loki don't seem so keen about it.

Disclaimer/notes: Ailey is my OC! You can learn more about her in here!

Ailey has finally been reunited with most of her family and entered the realm of gods in this AU.

Samaras is the last name of the Eris family, they are rulers of Thera (Eris kingdom) and each member bears a royal title.

Ailey is the only demi-goddess in her family, Demigods are seen as shameful in this AU and usually they have a birthmark and a weakness that distinguishes them as such. In Ailey's case is her golden rose hair once she transforms in her god-form and her weakness is her allergy to gold, it practically burns her skin, debilitates her magic and herself, is like kryptonite for her.

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The only reason they even know about the other, is because of their parents: Eris had been in conflict with Ares lately, and one of his recent attacks greatly debilitated her army and Odin had trouble with a few of the realms under his command forming complots against him and the safety of Asgard.

Both rulers found themselves in need of the other: Odin had the greatest warriors and military at his service, and Eris being the goddess of discord could easily rise or disipate any conflict that may come her way (except for Ares ofc), an easy way in or out of war.

And so, they decided to form an alliance; But Odin being the wise men he is, knew better than to trust blindly in the goddess of chaos, after all...Eris was known for being a backstabber who acted only to beneficiate her own interests.

To prevent that, Odin decided to make the alliance under the condition that one member of the Samaras family must marry the second son: Loki, God of mischief. And so, Eris agreed and offered her youngest daughter: Ailey goddess of ruin and folly.

God it was an absolute mess since the beginning!

Frigga was the one to inform Loki, who immediately went to Odin to protest, but like always his father ignored him, shutting him down by comparing him to his brother and how he would do anything to protect Asgard but Loki was being selfish.

Ailey in the other hand was kept ignorant of such decision and only knew about it a few hours before the engagement party began and only because a servant accidentally told her.

She was furious and much like Loki tried to protest but Eris couldn't care less about her daughter's opinion.

Ailey could rage all she wanted, Eris wasn't even paying attention, the only thing she was accomplishing was in making her angry.

—Child, I think you tend to forget your place in this world, you see: among humans you might be...special but in here... you're just an idiot with too much privilege—Eris had a way with words that could make them feel like poison, creeping in to the insecurities of one's heart.

—If it weren't for me and your brothers, you would be Hera's new toy, so please remember, dear. You not only owe me but to your brothers and this kingdom as well.

Ailey headed back to her room feeling ashamed and angry, she felt her mother's words had some truth in them, seeing as how different she was viewed here in comparison to the human realm.

When the time came for the engagement party and for Ailey and Loki to meet for the first time, is fair to say neither of them were in a good mood.

Even though deep inside they knew both of them didn't have any say in the matter and were pretty much in the same situation; they still felt irrationally mad at each other, that's why since the moment they met to the end of the ceremony they would throw little passive-aggressive remarks at each other.

She viewed him as a pretentious asshole, and He saw her as a spoiled brat.

Almost near the end of the celebration and no announcement had been made so Eris took it upon herself to throw them into the spotlight.

—I believe you two have something important to share with all of us—her face was smiling but her eyes were threatening.

Ailey bit the inner side of her cheek, rolled her eyes as she turned to face Loki who only gave an exasperated sigh before speaking in a monotone voice

—Do you want to marry me?—he didn't even bothered to get on one knee and just extended the ring for her to take.

Ailey felt tempted to say "no" and walk away gracefully but doing that would probably have a negative impact on Thera, so after a long pause she answered.

—Whatever—and put the ring on, herself.

Clearly a good start :) .

I think they didn't saw each other that much afterwards and when they did it was mostly for wedding arrangements in which they continued with the passive-aggressive comments but this time about everything the other would pick.

The mood was so uncomfortable every time they were together everyone around them was like:

I think that sometimes they would have moments where they realize they had been too harsh with the other and would tone it down a little but treating each other like that was the only way of protest that was allowed for them.

Specially for Loki since he constantly had to travel to Thera bc for some reason unknown to him Ailey refused to go to Asgard, which only made his negative opinion on her grow.

In his mind, it was probably because she thought she was too good for Asgard but the reality was: Asgard is practically a death sentence for Ailey since 90% of every building in there was made of gold.

But she will never tell him that.

I think their first "moment of closeness" came to be purely out of the realization neither of them had any option other than get married or see their domains destroyed.

So, they decided to call it a truce: both would play along with the whole marriage fiasco for a while until things died down and then they could divorce and pretend they never even met.

And so, the passive-aggressive comments slowly died down, not that they started acting like lovers all of a sudden, instead they acted like they were just... co-workers or something.

They would greet each other in a formal manner and then only talked about the arrangements and left, nothing else.

But then, inevitably they started to get closer.

It was something so gradual none of them really knew how it happened.

It started off with small comments about decoration ideas for the venue, it turns out they both had quite the interest in interior design.

Eventually those small comments became lengthy conversations about which combination of colors would look the best.

When it came down to learning about the nobility attending the wedding on each side, both would spend a little more time together. Studying the proper way on how to address them and their interests all for the possibility in forming new alliances.

But I feel like instead they would roast the hell out of them, like they would be going through a list of the Asgardian nobility that were to attend and Ailey would just point at a picture of a random Asgardian noble and go: "Oh. My. God. what is he even wearing?"

And Loki would try to force back a smile or a laugh but eventually he would just give in and start joining Ailey in the roasting.

They also have a very similar sense of humor, but Ailey is just more blunt and open about it while Loki isn't, I feel like most of the time he has genius comebacks to stupid comments people make but he's a gentleman and normally just keeps it to himself or would only say it in a polite but slightly aggressive manner, so when Ailey just bluntly says something similar to what he was thinking he can't help but laugh a bit (he won't admit to it though)

Other things Ailey and Loki have in common is their love for drama and spectacle, while Ailey is more of a ballet/dance-based plays person, she understands Loki’s enthusiasm for theater and books even sharing some of it herself.

Not only they enjoy these things, but they also found comfort in them: For Ailey ballet began as something her mother forced upon her but transformed in an outlet for her emotions and a way to connect and control her powers.

For Loki theater was a form of escapism since he was a child, every time he felt like he didn’t belong he found a safe place in countless stories of the misunderstood heroes.

This only makes their bond grow deeper; up until this point they never had anyone to talk to about their interests in such depth, so now they talk all the time about it, sometimes they would surprise themselves looking forward to the next meeting just to gush about a new play or book they just saw or read.

I feel like Loki might’ve even lend Ailey some copies of his favorite books and Ailey as a “thank you” decided to sneek out with him to the human realm to watch "Tristan und Isolde".

Everyone is able to notice the change in attitude of these two, especially Thor who only had heard about the girl but could tell how happy she made him every time Loki would mention her.

And he was happy for his brother but felt curious about his soon to be sister-in-law.

So, it was only natural when Thor asked Loki if he could tag along the next time he went to Thera.

He said no.

Thor went anyways.

When Ailey met him, she could only think about one thing: "he himbo" which she thought was cute btw.

Thor could see why Loki liked this girl so much, they were practically the same, which he found sweet yet amusing.

—Lady Ailey, a pleasure to meet you, mi brother has told me a lot about you!—he stated.

—Really?!—Ailey questioned directing an incredulous glance at Loki.

—He asked—Loki tried to defend himself by downplaying his brother statement.

—No, I didn’t.—Thor retaliated with a mocking smile, he could tell his brother felt embarrassed so he decided to tease him a bit more.

—In fact, he won’t shut up about you.

—That’s not true, he’s just..

—No, he’s all the time saying Ailey this, Ailey that. It peaked my curiosity and so here I am…

—Brother, Could you shut up?—Ailey could only smile and hold back a laugh at the brothers spontaneous quarrel.

Truth is she thought it was sweet of Loki to talk about her with his brother. And teases him about it afterwards.

I think Thor might talk privately with Ailey and would ask her to take care of his brother.

—I know Loki can be a bit…difficult, but have patience with him, I can tell he really likes you.

And Thor was correct, Loki really did like her. But it might take a while for him to come to terms with his feelings, and would only manifest in small gestures towards Ailey, like: tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, subconsciously offering his arm for her to take as support when walking down the stairs, placing a hand on the small of her back as guidance whenever they were in a crowded space, sneaking small glances at her, etc.

Overall, he starts acting a lot softer with her, a lot more caring.

Ailey might be a bit oblivious to this (since she’s only used to overly sexual advances and has a difficult time understanding genuine affection), but she appreciates it none the less.

And both might even find themselves thinking that maybe…just maybe spending the rest of their lives together isn’t a bad idea after all.

#ailey #oc #dc #dc comics #oc edit #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki headcanon #loki hc #loki x reader #loki x oc #loki x ailey #yulia rose #tom hiddleston #loki

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cloveroctobers · 4 years

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(A/n: this might be a little biased since I’m in love with this man & I’m basing the relationship parts of this on my mc/myself so hope y’all don’t mind 😬)

IG info/bio: @/lucas.koh | 93.1k followers | for business inquires please visit: kohptr.com

LUCAS KOH —

27 (28) years old

From Oxford, England

Father is Korean & a car salesman at a Nissan dealership, he’s a strict/serious man who has high morals but beyond that he can actually be a softie in rare moments (+ that’s who Lucas gets his height from 🤤)

Mother is actually Chinese but lived in Korea studying abroad and eventually became a successful chiropractor (s/o to doctor mondragon on YouTube who I watch to help me sleep some nights and wish I could see! Lol) with her own practice. She’s a firecracker, intelligent, and quick to say what’s on her mind and doesn’t care if you like what she’s got to say. Most patients like that about her, she’s honest and her family is used to her ways but in the same way it’s more loving than offensive? (Smol woman but will remind you when she’s cracking your body she’s got enough power in her)

Either he’s a only child or he comes from a family of all boys with two younger brothers (they’re all in their 20’s) or he has one younger brother and one younger sister idk you decide

I’m feeling like he’s a Sagittarius? Carefree in the terms of he wasn’t viewing finally getting with MC when she’s dating someone else as cheating. Mans was READY to risk it all for me okay and I was down for it but ofc I had to react realistically and NOT “cheat.” *sigh* one part of me was debating ‘are we really dating tho bobby? We’re on reality tv. We’re not gonna die without each other if we hang out in seperate rooms’ *cough* Nope. but I’m a woman about her loyalty

He’s definitely adventurous. I don’t see him as the type to want to stay home all the time even tho his work definitely keeps him busy/exhausted. He’s down for road trips 💯

Occupation? Physicotherapist. His mother inspired him to get into the field and watching sports + the way players got their injuries always intrigued him? So to provide the best plan to have someone heal was something he loved to do plus being hands on while teaching/helping was a passion for him + I feel like he would also use a massaging technique instead of the usual exercise part of it

Now as someone who suffered a ACL & Mensicus tear & is STILL dealing with this BS pain years later, I would be so thankful to have him around! I feel like he’d have a optimistic attitude towards his patients and that’s what people need not someone that’s insensitive (like my surgeon/PT’s I had)

He models from time to time, when he was first approached about it he was upfront about not wanting to do it. It was much different than getting your picture taken for the office. That’s usually quick, the whole modeling process felt longer but somehow he was talked into it by his brother who’s a photographer and his mother. “Do you think you’re ugly? ‘Cause I’m not and you’re a part of me, so therefore there’s no such thing. Just look at your cheekbones, your jawline! I gave you those. The only good thing your father gave you was height.” Which filled the house with snickers while Lucas’ father just rolled his eyes and continued reading his newspaper for breakfast

Has a motorcycle and some luxurious car—not a Tesla those are basic now 🤷🏽‍♀️

Loves his motorcycle so much he’s got a tat of it on his right bicep

He has two available parking spaces in his parking garage at his penthouse but keeps his bike away in a storage unit due to a neighbor scratching it after his girlfriend broke up with him? Saying she was off to date Lucas? But that wasn’t true at all. He barely knew the girl, they didn’t live on the same floor. People were crazy but if you push him his temper might come out

Owns a leather jacket that he paid a lot for

Believes in “treat yo self” if it means in quality when shopping and has no issue being a big spender but he knows how to manage it well (his father told him all about how his own father dealt with bankruptcy)

Since he’s often at the office the whole day, he’s usually a night owl. He loves night drives and night dining. That’s usually when he finds the best places to eat

There’s this one pho spot that he loves and it’s his go to spot when he wants something quick on the way home

Cannot sleep with his entire body covered in covers, either his arms/shoulders have to be out or his legs, which would be a issue for me/mc since I sleep with the covers over my entire body...yes even in hot weather with the AC cranked up😂

He also makes great kimchi fried rice & loves Italian food

Will wine and dine. I believe it. I envision it! He loves going out on dates with his significant other (If he’s single and not with me, I think he’d try out speed dating)

Will dress to impress, will buy you a new fit he wants to see you/us/mc in especially if it’s your anniversary

Loves taking bubble bath’s with infused oils or flower petals with significant other

He’s the type that takes long showers & it brings him a true sense of freedom. He’s never able to take a quick shower, he gets lost in his ideas of what to do next in this world & it’s limitless

If he’s in for the day, which usually doesn’t last long—he’s either in sweats or in a robe all day

Only drives his bike on the weekend or if he’s going out of town but if he’s going on a trip for a couple of days with MC & if she’s got a bit of anxiety like me? He’ll stick to his car to make them comfortable

I feel like he enjoys the winter season. Maybe if it’s a slushy rainy winter more than a blizzards/snowy season. He loves bundling up, much to people’s surprise. He’s more than just his good looks and body love island fans!!!

Doesn’t post much on his socials. If you need to see what he’s about then you should do so in person or already know who he is. The internet can’t tell you much, in his opinion

Keeps himself in good health, I mean duh what kind of PT would he be 😉 goes on night jogs with reflector clothes on & occasionally morning jogs & at home workouts

Probably will date someone younger than him. Not by much, I don’t think he can take immaturity well. (That maybe how he views it) The most is 4 years younger than him

Henrik is his best bud from the show. They hang out all the time, crash at each other’s places, and vacation together all the time. They will be each other’s future best men forsure

Doesn’t go out of his way to talk to the rest of the guys from the show but if he happens to browse his feed and sees something he wants to comment on then he’ll carry a conversation of course

Far as the girls? He talks to Hannah & Priya from time to time. He also follows Hope and they like each other’s posts but not much communication is there either?

Either has a mint or black phone case, probably a Samsung galaxy user

Likes pistachio frozen yogurt but he’s lactose & doesn’t want to believe it :(

Smokes cigars when he’s out with his boys

Has a tight knit group of friends, majority of them are from the medical field since they all went to uni together + most of them are also married so the pressure is so on

*He’s the oldest out of his sibs so according to his parents he’s expected to be married first yet his baby sis is engaged and she’s 23*

wants a family...eventually. Probably will happen in his early thirties? The max for children is 2 for him. He knows they can be a HANDFUL due to his own friends who have kids + he’s a godfather and he’s babysat before so he knows how it goes!

enjoys his freedom as stated which further proves he’s a sag lol

Enjoys going to saunas to cleanse his pores/ get rid of toxins. It’s the easiest way for him to do so even tho his brother clowns him for it

His love language is deff physical touch. He loves hugs and resting his chin on top of your head, forehead to forehead, his nose pressed in between the space of your neck and shoulder, gentle squeezes, sitting next to each other with your legs touching, cuddling, sleeping on top of you or you on him, etc

He loves kissing. It’s automatic for him and it can also easily rile him up

Has strong opinions & will show them but will feel like he’s being attacked if it brings on a confrontation/argument

Will forgive and forget

Plays strategy board games

Makes his own natural healing creams & gives samples to his patients depending on their needs

His fav colors are: blue, white, & grey

Will grow a bit of facial hair in the cooler months if it’ll make mc happy (I’m a sucker for facial hair but hate it on myself lmao) but if he dislikes the feeling on his face he will shave and finds he likes a shaven face better, the facial hair makes him look a bit older—which is okay but that’s just his preference

When he stops putting gel in his hair/styling his hair in a quiff hairstyle it shocks fans with mc commenting on one of his pics, “you’re welcome x”

Likes going to the Hard Rock Cafe on causal weekends

also likes getting freaky in public, down for whatever 🤪

He’s a traveler so if he leaves the UK, I’m seeing him land in Toronto, Canada first and falling in love with it. I feel he would vibe well with the culture there, might even consider getting a vacation home in that location

Celeb crushes? Anne Hathaway, Beyoncé, Lupita Nyong'o, Anna Diop, Imaan Hammam, Jodie Comer, Megan Fox, Shay Mitchell, & Cassie Ventura Fine

Oh Lucas. I feel like we have similar tastes? Somewhat. He probably listens to more rock than I do? Maybe 80s rock moreso? & He listens to: WALK THE MOON, Allen Stone (his fav) , Emily king, Gavin Turek, Melanie Fiona, THEY., DPR live, & Sik-k

Anthem = Young the Giant, “Something to believe in”

#litg #litg2 #litg s2 #litg lucas #litg henrik #litg mc #litg au #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg hannah #litg hope #litg nope

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having-a-freddie-time · 5 years

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Save me

summary: Y/N is trying her hardest to get out of an abusive relationship without telling anyone. However, she can’t always hide the bruises, especially from her best friend since childhood, Ben Hardy. Once he finds out, he tries his best to help her out without her getting hurt.

a/n: whadduupppppp. ik i said i was gonna try and post yesterday but plans changed and i ended up hanging out with my best friend lol. this part is gonna be a little angsty, but it’s mostly a filler chapter ig??

warnings: implied physical/verbal abuse (no descriptions), yelling, cussing, alcohol, drinking, drugs (just implied use)

word count: 2,104 (she’s thiccc. i got carried away SKSKS)

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You sighed deeply as you watched Ben’s car disappear into the night. Turning away from the window, you looked around in your empty flat. You stood in the middle of your living room, swaying your arms around. It was a bit weird not having someone over, granted that someone was chucking a beer bottle at your head. However, kinda felt strange, but felt relaxing as well.

With a shrug of your shoulders, you plopped on the couch and turned your TV on. A re-run of M*A*S*H was playing, a show you grew up watching with your mother. You sighed happily at the memories and with a quick snap of a finger, you were suddenly upset. You hadn’t talked to either your parents or twin brother. You haven’t spoken to your TWIN brother in months. Your actual other half, the person you loved more than anything, your built in best friend. Sure, Ben was your very best friend but twins always have a different connection.

Suddenly you found your eyes pricking with salty tears. How could you have let some drunken idiot control your life? You were so much smarter than that. For God’s sake, you graduated with the highest honors. You couldnt believe you found yourself in this situation.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and slung yourself off the couch and into the kitchen, while phone in hand. Swiftly unlocking your phone, you went to your contacts. Your finger hovered over ‘twin bubba

“Son of a bitch, where are you Y/N?” Trevor slurred his words and walked into the kitchen. He snarled at you and took a step closer, causing you to back up into the counter.

“Make yourself presentable, we’re having guests over.”

“The hell we are! This is MY-”

You winced loudly as your cheek stung. You held your face, tears threatening to spill. At this point, you couldn’t argue anymore. You lost the courage you had earlier and couldn’t speak.

“Hurry the hell up, you look like shit.”

You pushed past him and ran upstairs. As soon as you spotted the familiar door, you hurried in and locked the door. Another night, another fucking party.

You only washed your hair and brushed your teeth. You didn’t want to bother with makeup, knowing it’d smudge throughout the night. You blew dried your hair and slid into your outfit. The outfit of which contained a simpled black and white striped v-neck, black holy jeans, a maroon cardigan and some random slip on shoes. You thought maybe if you’d 'behave’, you’d have less marks to cover up.

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You sat on the couch, holding hands with Trevor, and a drink in your free hand. Trevor made you act like you actually loved him when his friends were around. You hated it so much and just wanted to leave it all, but something inside you just wouldn’t budge.

You diverted your attention towards some man walking into your home, wearing a black hoodie, some rugged jeans and some old worn out Van’s. In his hand he held a baggie full of weed and a white substance. Oh God.

Trevor waved him over, causing the unknown man to pull his hood down. Trevor let go of your hand and stood up, walking over to Mr. Unknown, handing him a wad of cash. You immediately shot up, speed walking towards the two men.

“Trevor, what in the hell are you doing?” You hissed under your breath. Trevor turned to you, his eyes going dark. “Get the hell away, go sit down.” He waved you off, clearly pissed off.

Soon enough, Trevor came back, holding a brown paper sack. He dumped it out on the table, causing everyone to cheer. Some of his friends pulled out lighters, papers, and some random credit card. You knew exactly what was about to happen which made your stomach do a million somersaults.

Trevor quickly rolled out a joint, lighting it up before you could even blink. He took a huge puff and started passing it around. When it made it your way, you politely declined and passed to someone else.

“Why didn’t you hit it?”

“Because I don’t want to, Trevor.”

Trevor’s nostrils flared, indicating that he was starting to get angry and embarrassed.

At 3 in the morning, the party had dispersed and it was only you and Trevor. You were cleaning up the living room when Trevor came in there, a beer bottle in one hand, and a clenched fist in the other.

“I can’t believe you fucking did that shit in front of my friends.”

“Did what? I did nothing.”

“You embarrassed me, dumb bitch!”

“My fucking bad I didn’t want to fucking get high and drink!”

“You’re so fucking embarrassing! Oh and that little stunt you pulled when my dealer came…”

Trevor took a huge step towards you, hand raised. You felt a stinging pain on your face, causing you to fall yo the ground. You wept and winced, holding your face tightly. Not even a moment later, you felt something break against your back. A beer bottle.

“You’re fucking lucky I’m leaving to go to another party. I’m not fucking bringing your dumbass.”

And with that he left, slamming the door behind him.

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You finished cleaning the house and fell asleep on the couch. You woke up the next morning to your phone ringing. Squinting, you read the contact and answered with a groggy “Hello”.

“Hey love, Gwil is in town and wants us to meet up with him for brunch. You up for it?”

The thought of getting out of the house resulted in you to groan. It would be nice to get some actual food in your system instead of microwavable macaroni and cheese. However, the thought of getting up made you contemplate.

“Maybe another time Ben.”

“Please Y/N, Gwil is really excited to see us!”

You sighed and threw your head back onto the couch pillow, rubbing your eyes.

“Fine, what time?”

“I’ll pick you up at 10. Seen you soon!”

You said your goodbyes and hung up. Looking at the time, your eyes widened. Crap, it’s already 9:30.

You shot up from the couch, racing to your bedroom. Slipping out of the outfit from last night, you looked around for something to wear.

“Maybe this shirt?” You mumbled to yourself, looking at some random red shirt with a cute little floral pocket on the chest. Looking around, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. A horrified look on your face as you saw a bruise on your eye. You slowly turned around and noticed a huge gash in hot back from last night’s events.

You couldnt go out like this. You look le you had just gotten your shit rocked, which you did. You grabbed a light blue jumper, some black leggings, and ran into the bathroom. You tried to cover up the bruise on your eye but it was no use.

Soon there was a knock at your door, causing you to jump up nine feet in the air. You tossed your hair into a low messy bun, pulling some pieces of baby hairs to style it and grabbed a pair of large sunglasses.

You frantically grabbed your phone, purse and keys. Turning off all the lights, you opened the door with a smile.

“Hello, Ben.” You greeted him as you stepped outside, locking the door and turning towards him. He pulled in for a tight with a huge grin on his face. You almost yelped as he patted your back, right where Trevor threw a beer bottle at.

Ben noticed and pulled away, brows furrowed. “Nothing, just sore from sleeping on the couch last night.” Ben shrugged and but still looked at you suspiciously as you walked towards his car.

After about a 30 minute drive, Ben pulled into this cute little cafe. You hopped out of the car and went around to walk with Ben. As y'all entered the little establishment, you were greeted by Gwil with a very tight “I’ve missed you” hug. His gripped was so tight, your back stung and resulted in you biting your lips harshly before you could yelp.

You hugged him back gently, patting his back. “Miss you too, Gwil.” You giggled and pulled away to look at him. He smiled brightly and planted peck on your cheek, a little greeting thing he did with his friends.

“Missed you tons, love!” Gwil smiled and made his way to Ben, embracing him in another one of his “I’ve missed you” hugs. Once finished, Gwil guided the two of you to a table he had reserved in a more private area of the cafe.

The three of you took a seat and began chatting. Gwil proudly announced he was engaged, which resulted in cheers from you and Ben. You three caught up quickly, which made your heart happy.

Without your realization, you had totally forgotten you were still wearing sunglasses in a building. Gwil noticed and gazed at you.

“Is it too sunny for you in here?” He joked. You were shocked when he had made you realize you still had sunnies on. You bit your lip and shrugged.

“I forgotten that I still had them on.” You giggled quietly and removed them. Boy were you very forgetful today, because you still had a bruise forming on your eye.

Ben looked over at you, his faces falling at the sight. His eyes widened and he nudged your shoulder.

“What in the hell is wrong with your eye?”

“What- Oh my gosh, I totally forgot.”

You instantly covered your eye, playing it off as if you needed to rub it. Gwil looked up from his menu, shocked.

“Y/N, got a bit of a bruise there on your eye.”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about me. Just clumsy.”

Luckily Gwil bought it and shrugged it off, turning his attention back to his menu. Ben, however, didn’t buy it for one bit.

“Bathroom. Now.”

Ben got up, a fake smile toying at his lips. He excused himself and walked off towards the men’s room. You looked down at your phone, acting as if someone was calling you.

“I hate to leave you alone, but work is calling.” You smiled sheepishly and got up from your seat. Gwil didn’t bother thinking about what had happened, he just continued scanning the menu.

You slipped your phone into the waistband of your leggings and knocked on the bathroom door. Ben opened it and pulled you in.

“Pull your jumper and leggings off. Now.”

“Ben what? Are you bonkers?”

“I’ve seen you in a bikini. Off, now.”

You groaned and slowly peeled off the articles of clothing. Thankfully, you were a sports bra and boy shorts underwear today, so nothing to intimate for Ben to see. You set the clothes on the counter, along with the sunglasses.

Ben gently touched your shoulder, spinning you around slowly. He heart dropped into the Earth’s mantle when he saw the gash on your back. He looked closely, seeing little shards of glass poking from your skin.

“Y/N…”

Tears sprung from your eyes as he whispered your name, so sadly. You spun around and looked at him, your face already red from crying.

“Apparently I had embarrassed him in front of his friends because I didnt want to drink or get fucking high.” You said through a choked sob.

“Oh, love. Why didn’t you call me?”

“I was so scared, Ben. I tried to 'behave’ so he wouldn’t hurt me so bad.”

“You shouldn’t have behave for your boyfriend, he’s not your dad.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Come one.” Ben grabbed your clothes, gently helping you put them back on. Once they were on, he held onto you as you both stepped out of the bathroom, not caring about what people saw.

“Hey mate, mind if we take this brunch else where? Like my house or something?” Ben asked Gwil with soft ans sad eyes. Gwil caught on and stood up. Luckily he hadn’t ordered yet so it wouldn’t have been such a big deal.

“Of course, I’ll run by the market and grab snacks and stuff for a movie day. Sound good, Y/N?”

You just nodded slowly and leaned in towards Ben. He held you closely and guided you out the door, not before slipping your shades on.

You heard clicking noises, awful familiar to cameras, but you shrugged it off.

No big deal.

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tag list: @benhardyisdaddy @monochromedeacon @queenbbarnes @haileylansley @onexlittlespark

#having a freddie time #ben hardy x reader #ben x reader #ben hardy #bohemian rhapsody #borhap boys #angst #save me #bran writes

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migleefulmoments · 5 years

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In case you were feeling compassion for the CCers yesterday, you can stop

Below you will find a true heinous CCconversation from this morning. What is truly shocking about the fandom is that they have learned absolutely nothing from their meltdown yesterday. Yesterday Darren Criss did something that was 100% consistent with what we know about him and what we have seen in the last 9 years. He did something he has told us he was going to do for over 1 year. He did something he talked about semi-regularly when he did press for his various activities. Yet, the CC fandom had no idea it was really coming. They had a meltdown last night that was almost hard to watch because of the anguish. There were a lot of shellshocked people with only themselves to blame. I feel compassion for the young kids who didn’t know better but many CCers are older..they just wanted to believe and the CC leaders have spent 9 years grooming the fandom; teaching them how to pick apart a photo or video and what standard techniques are to be applied to debunk the “loving couple” messaging PR wants us to see.

Photos:

is he standing next to her?

is he touching her?

are his hands pulled away from her body? Is he leaning away from her?

can you find a photo in the lot that shows him bored, angry, disinterested? Use that one exclusively.

do his lips touch hers?

do his lips line ups with hers?

is he holding her hand correctly

is she grabbing his neck with her claws

Videos:

did he walk away from her?

did he look away from her?

is he interested in anyone else?

is she forcing him to kiss her?

did he kiss for only a few seconds?

Is Ben around? What is Ben doing?

did they walk the NORMAL way, side-by-side, hand-in-hand?

was Darren smiling the entire time?

Contract:

Can the contract be used to justify anything Darren is doing?

Can the “Ricky wants to ruin Darren’s life” trope be applied?

Can PR be blamed?

Let’s talk about the Board of Directors: they spent 2 days having anxiety attacks and crying and were ultimately gobsmacked when People Mag published the announcement. They raged for hours...writing good bye letters. None of them spent any time at all thinking about WHY they were so shocked, WHY Darren “deceived” them and WHY they didn’t see it coming when it was plain as day to the Miarrens. None of them contemplated why the Darren they saw last night and ccDarren are so very different. The answer is obvious to us but clearly not one of them has the self-reflection skills needed to take a good, hard look at themselves....except in their narcissism. Their narcissism is on display in all its glory. Why do the hard work when It’s so much more fun and easier to come back and rage about Mia. THIS is the hot mess they came back with today:

flowersintheattic254 (My comments italicized)

Wedding based on Fandom not feelings.

You know what gives this away as a sham apart from the lack of rings, B/en’s face and the private licences is M herself. I’m pretty sure the pics were from before the wedding. My fan who ran into them told me she saw them, she thought, before the wedding. Joey had a beer or a drink in hand that seems weird if the wedding just ended and I honestly can’t imagine them getting married in a hotel unless it was something super historic and gothic. Mia’s ring was on her right hand- usually where brides put their ring so the wedding band can be slipped one so PreWedding pics. Ben was in the bridal party so I am sure he was over whatever feeling he has for Mia (eye Roll font)

When you seem to put your whole outfit together with a mind to pissing off and mocking our fandom. You know it more about her love of herself.

The lank hair with the pink, the outside underwear corset, but the boots which for me are the giveaway especially as we complained when she kicked him in her black versions. That’s aimed at US.

Her whole attire speaks nothing about D but says a ton about her and her motivations. Most brides pick a dress they love btw. The Darren they hate always looks and acts the same way. When will it dawn on them that is because that is the real Darren.

flowersintheattic254

Update - I missed this but an account on IG didn’t.

They chose a wedding date of 16 Feb.

Making it 216

Yep totally about upsetting fandom. It’s actually hysterical that she was that ‘pressed’ to do all of this, but I’m touched she did the planning with us in mind as D gave her power of attorney on the arrangements. If you read this M 👋.

inccwebelieve

Thx for sharing is was me 👍 spread the news that i hate her more then befor didnt know that was possible

scorpiowoman1107

If this relationship were real she wouldn’t need to mock and / or stage thing to piss us off. What other SO of a celeb does that? None! Hell even past beards of closed celebs did not engage in such behavior. She’s pressed as you said @flowersintheattic254, to say the least.

ajw720

Not to mention, their “friends” were posting pics on SM yesterday afternoon in causual attire to taunt us when the wedding was happening. They played games with us for days. And this what D has chosen, I don’t think what he wants, but he made his bed and only he can lie in it

#WTF #narcissist #narcissist personality disorder #CC #CCer #CC fandom #CC blog #CCers #CC family #Darren Criss #MIa Swier #Darren and Mia get married #It isn't about you

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gladiolus-mamacitia · 6 years

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(FFXV) Creature of the Night; Chapter 7.

Gladiolus Amicitia x F!Reader x Ignis Scientia

| 2,316 Words |

This is the story of you on an unexpected journey. Are you deemed worthy to fight alongside your King?

//wow, it only took me half a year to finally update LOL. So much has happened since I originally started writing this chapter, but I hope yall like it <3

Tagging: @roses-and-oceans @atarostarling @sonsoflucis @demidemon09 @major-artery @mistressoli @mandakatt @hypaalicious @ladychocoberry

Music: FACE - Brockhampton

Gladiolus held you with his arms around your shoulders in a protective hold, his nose buried in your hair. He leaned back against the side of the Regalia with you resting against him with your back to his chest. Once your high had gone down and the pain subsided completely, he helped you back to your feet. You all stood outside the garage, waiting for Ignis to be finished speaking with whom you learned was Cindy, grand daughter of a close friend of the king.

“S-So,” Prompto hesitantly spoke, “How did you get out of there, Y/N?”

“Someone... helped me,” you quietly answered.

Noct’s brows furrowed, “They let you escape?”

“Yeah.... He must have been a Nif, I mean, the guy brought me over the wall in a freakin’ dropship.”

The prince paused for a moment, his gaze going towards the direction of the crown city and then down to his feet. “.... How bad was it? The city, I mean.”

You shook your head, remembering the pandemonium that came with the first tremor, followed by your work building crumbling down with you in it. You hadn’t witnessed it all with your own eyes, but the screams and the explosions... The memory made you huddle more into your boyfriend’s hold.

“I-I....”

Gladio finally interjected, “Let’s talk about that another time. She needs rest.”

Noctis gave him an irritated look, “Wha..? But-”

“Not now, Noct.”

It was at that moment that Ignis rejoined the four of you, suggesting to stay at the caravan in Galdin Quay. Gladio refused to release you from his hold anytime soon, which you had no objections towards and sat comfortably in his lap during the drive to the resort. You got to relax on the sandy beach and watch the sun dip below the ocean while Ignis prepped dinner. It was there, as you and the others unwound from the events of the day that you discovered that the attack had occurred four days ago. You were shocked to realize you had been trapped under the rubble for so long, it was no wonder you were so starved of blood.

After a delicious meal and a bit of chatting with the boys, you hopped into the tiny shower of the caravan to wash off all the dirt you were covered in. Vampire wounds healed a bit slower to that of a lycan, so yours had barely scarred over by the time you removed the bandages on your shoulder where the bullets had pierced you. As much as you would have preferred hot water to wash away the stress of the day, cold water would have to get the job done for now. Emerging from the tiny bathroom wrapped in a towel with your wet hair dripping onto your shoulders, the situation with your clothes arose.

With your belongings irretrievable and the clothes you had been wearing filthy and on the verge of tatters, the boys graciously decided to come together to compose some sort of outfit for you. You sat on the small couch of the caravan, your back to Ignis as he sewed at the straps of the oversized tank top you wore that Gladio had picked out for you. It would have been easier for Prompto or Noctis to lend you one of their shirts, but your ever stubborn and possessive boyfriend wasn’t having it. He sat in front of you, rubbing your aching feet while Ignis busied himself with the thread and needle. Although you were struggling a bit to stay awake, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up, you felt a sort of tension in the air. You glanced out towards the open door of the caravan, able to hear Noctis and Prompto laughing and conversing over a game of King’s Knight- they’d most likely be the last to go to bed.

“So,” you spoke up, “ you guys have been hunting in the meantime?”

“That is correct,” Ignis said over your shoulder, snapping the thread before moving on to the next strap of your shirt.

“Good and easy way to make some Gil,” Gladio chipped in.

You smiled, mind wandering and imagining the four of them engaged in combat with the wildlife, and eventually picturing yourself fighting alongside them as well. But your smile faltered, reminding yourself that you had no formal training in combat. Sure, you could deck a guy if he tried to make an unwanted move, but never had you wielded a weapon nor knew how to block an incoming blow. And with that, you knew that sticking with them would just slow them down out in the field. Ignis noticed the slump of your shoulders, glancing up at Gladio who nodded in acknowledgement.

“Since it seems you shall be joining us for our journey, I think it would be best for you to take part in morning training.”

Glancing back at Ignis, you asked “Morning training?”

“You needn’t worry,” he chuckled, “we will start with the basics.”

As Ignis snipped at the thread after finishing the last stitch, you stretched out the kinks from your back. You thanked him and he nodded in acknowledgement as he clapped a hand on Gladio’s shoulder before he made is way to the small kitchenette and began cleaning. As you watched him, you couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped and Gladio chuckled, “C’mon princess, let’s get you to bed.”

You gave a sigh and paused; as tired as you were, you couldn’t shake off that little bit of anxiety that had wedged itself in your chest.

“Actually, Gladdy, I’m gonna stay up a bit and help Iggy. It’s the least I could do.”

Your boyfriend took your face in his hands and caressed your cheek.

He gave you a small smile, “Not too late. Remember, you start training in the morning. I want you up bright and early.”

“Yeah...”

Gladio went into the darkened bedroom where you heard him flop into the bed with a groan, causing the caravan to slightly shake. Ignis peered over his glasses as he watched you approach. You grabbed a dish towel and began drying off the pans he set to drip-dry.

“Gil for your thoughts?” His voice was quiet.

You shook your head, unsure where to start. When you had dried off a saucepan and opened your mouth to speak, he began, “Undoubtedly, you’re anxious about joining us in the fray.”

You huffed, “ You sure you’re not a mind reader, Ig?”

He gave a soft laugh, “I’m quite sure, simply observant.”

“You never cease to amaze me. I’m just... Not sure about this- about me. What if I can’t keep up? What if I’m not a fighter like the rest of you?.”

Ignis straightened his posture as he handed you a freshly cleaned bowl, “You seem to forget you’re not exactly ‘normal’.”

“Hard to forget but I do anyways.”

“And although I have taught you about vampyrism in a domestic setting, there is much to learn in terms of your full potential. You already have an advantage, a supernatural advantage.”

You shrugged, “I know, but you guys have had years of training. I can’t help but have my doubts.”

Ignis turned off the faucet, drying his hands before taking the damp towel from you and drawing your attention. You peered up at him, your troubled eyes meeting sea foam gems.

“I assure you, under my tutelage, you will not fail. Trust in my words, Y/N.” He smiled in amusement at the sight of your sleepy eyes struggling to stay open.

“Now, off to bed. I expect you to assist me with making breakfast in the morning.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. Perhaps you needed to put a bit more faith in yourself. You rubbed at the sleep in your eyes and nodded, “Goodnight, Iggy.”

You walked to the bedroom where Gladio was already snoring gently. As soon as your weight was on the bed, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back against his chest. It was so sweet, you missed this. You realized you left the bedroom door open and light poured in from the kitchen, giving you a view of Ignis as he finished up wiping down the counters. It put you at ease, knowing that he believed in you and was willing to go to great lengths for your benefit. Your eyes began to close, fatigue taking over, but there was no mistaking what you saw. He brought his hand to his mouth and spat out something shiny into his ungloved palm: two bullets, once drenched in your blood but now clean.

Gladiolus, being the early riser of the four, was sure to wake you and start the day with a jog along the beach. Although you were sore from the day before, you somehow managed to keep up with him. It was nice, the brisk morning air coupled with the gorgeous view of the sparkling sea along with the loving and excited smile your boyfriend had. Ignis was awake and laying out the ingredients for the meal that you would help him prep. It was a simple yet filling breakfast: omelettes with some fried potato wedges and sausage on the side. You and the others were halfway through your servings by the time Prompto and Noctis finally emerged from the camper.

Once everyone finished their meals, you aided in clean up before the four of you moved closer towards the edge of the water. You gave an extra tug at the laces of the boots Prompto had lent you before straightening out and stretching your arms above your head, swallowing the lump in your throat as your first opponent stood before you: Gladio.

“Our kind excels in speed,” Ignis said, standing a bit behind you and serving as your instructor, “and though tricky it may be to hone it at first, it is an invaluable skill that will turn the tides of battle, no matter what may come. This is what we shall begin with.”

You inhaled sharply as your boyfriend removed his open shirt and let it drop, rolling his shoulders back and grounding his feet. You pointed and shook your head, “That’s not fair, put your shirt back on.”

“Come on,” he laughed, “Gonna let a bit of muscle throw you off, babe?”

“You must be ready for anything,” Ignis interjected, “Even the unexpected.”

And with the snap of his fingers, you were suddenly tackled to the ground. Not by Gladio, but by Noctis. You hit the sand with a groan, Noctis standing above you. But there was something about him that felt off, probably because his eyes were flickering between his natural blue and a bright green. The prince shook his head as he stumbled back, putting a hand to his forehead and glaring at Ignis.

“I told you never to do that again,” he hissed, stomping back to his spot beside his best friend.

You looked up at the royal adviser, whose eyes were glowing before settling back to their original shade of sea foam.

He smirked and adjusted his glasses, “My apologies, Your Highness, but I needed to make a point. The first rule of battle is for one to never let their guard down.”

There was movement at the corner of your eyes, turning your head just in time to see Gladio taking advantage of the distraction and charging towards you. You grunted as you shoved yourself out of the Shield’s path at the last moment, feeling the buffet of sand as he passed you.

“That leads us to the next rule: never stay down and never stay still.”

Just as soon as you had evaded Gladio’s attack, he was turning around and barreling back towards you. You rolled out of the way once more and scrambled onto your feet, staring him down as he stalked around you in circles. Staying in motion, you told yourself. You took careful steps around him, eyes flickering between him and Ignis. The adviser showed no sign of dissatisfaction nor of praise, it was as if he was waiting for something.

This time you were ready for when your boyfriend ran at you at full force, spinning out of the way before his shoulder could collide with your own. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face with the rush of air that went by with him. The adrenaline was beginning to creep in, making your body tingle, as if a weight was lifted and a fog was clearing.

You continued this sequence until you dodged every attack with ease, as if you were dancing on air. You had gotten comfortable with the rhythm that had been set until there was a shift, a change that caught you off guard for a moment. Gladio gave a wolfish snarl before sticking his arm out to stop you, suddenly colliding with it and knocking some air out of you. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you and lift you into the air, making you squeal in his hold. He let out a laugh as he spun you around, looking over at Ignis who did his best to contain an amused smile.

“That’s enough, let her go,” the Strategist commanded.

Gladiolus carefully set you down, giving your cheek a teasing pinch to which you responded with jabbing your fist into his ribs. He didn’t even flinch.

“Speed alone won’t keep you from getting snatched up.”

You rolled your eyes, “Obviously, that’s why you guys have to teach me more.”

The others stepped forward, Noctis catching your attention with a proposition.

“What do you think, Y/N? You’re pretty fast, but do you think you can take on Ignis in a race?”

You and Ignis looked at one another, sharing an intense gaze filled with mischief. He smirked and adjusted his glasses, “I’ll bite, let’s have at it.”

#supernatural au #ffxv #final fantasy xv #gladiolus amicitia #werewolf!gladio #gladio x reader #ignis scientia #vampire!ignis #ignis x reader #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #my writing

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fearlyssa · 6 years

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Hi! I noticed you are one of the stauch supporters of kaylor even after the debacle. Can you please share why you still think they are together? Cause im being a weak kaylor right now. Thanks! 😘

Ok so this is going to be long but basically I just don’t see why it would mean they broke up. Like I know they haven’t been seen together in a long time and she might want to stay closeted even if Taylor doesn’t whether they broke up or not but I don’t see why even if that were the case why she’d have to go so hardcore with it and I don’t think it’s for money either because she already has money and they’re in a TON of debt for being as rich as they are. Plus no amount of money should be enough to connect yourself with a family of criminals and possibly implicate yourself. I think it was done more for him and his family’s benefit to cover up what they’re doing than to benefit her and that’s probably why it came out of nowhere when it seemed like they were maybe finally going to break up. As to why she’d cover for them, I think she might have agreed to something like that in the contract with him and/or Scooter Braun that she signed 6 years ago before he was associated with the Trumps and their criminal activity and she can’t get out of it just yet. And as much as we all hate him I do actually think they’re kind of friends just from bearding for so long but don’t worry there likely won’t be a wedding. (And even if there was, because Lavender weddings DO still happen, it would be a short lived “marriage” and still wouldn’t convince me in the slightest that their relationship was real. Nothing in this world could tbh, they’re both way too gay for that! lmao) They just needed to temporarily be closeted and cause a distraction. Plus it brings more attention to their relationship that no one cared about before so more people will be paying attention to their breakup and will be more shocked and sad about it so it’ll make even more sense as to why she would need to seek solace from Taylor (and Taylor from her after she breaks up with Joe), a friend she supposedly hasn’t talked to in like two years, and how that might cause them to get together themselves and realize/revist their feelings for each other and maybe why it wasn’t working out for them with men. I don’t think they’ll really address it in a big way though, more just be seen together holding hands, kissing etc. until people just put two and two together and figure it out. If they’re forced to address it directly they’ll probably just say they’re bi or don’t like labels and I could see it being years before that happens if they can help it. That way they don’t out their past beards or seem like liars who faked all their relationships. But I think they’ll stop bearding for good after this so it’ll be even more obvious than before even if they’re not confirming it. And I think this will start soon with her breaking up with Joe this fall (either in September before his movies come out or in November after they come out) because they’ll both have gotten all they needed from each other (some PR and closeting and the longest term fauxmance they could probably hope for at “two years”) and they’ll both be conveniently busy anyway. He’ll be doing promo and her tour will be over or almost over but she’ll still need to film Cats so it’ll be perfect timing. Then Karlie and Josh will follow suit not too soon but not too long either and she and Karlie can “reconnect” at some point in this timeline and start coming out more in earnest all within the next year or so before her next album is announced (and the sooner the better so people won’t wonder how she had time to write so many love songs about her) so that she can be even more open about it in her music in the next era and maybe MAYBE even use female pronouns or at least stop using male ones for good. That’ll go a long way in people starting to pick up on it (there was already an increase in Kaylors this era and how often she meets Kaylor fans and they haven’t seen each other - in public anyway - once since then). I think (judging by what all the big Kaylor blogs with sources have been saying anyway) that this has been their plan basically since they first got together in 2014 but then Kissgate almost outed them too soon so they couldn’t come out in the 1989 era and had to go WAY underground (but not at first or in a super obvious way) and still beard for a while while until they could find the perfect time to come back together and finally come out. (after she’s brave enough to renter the spotlight for the first time in a while and they both broke up with their boyfriends) I don’t think the engagement was part of the plan to begin with but after they realized they had no choice I think they just had to roll with it and it’s probably been hard and might set them back a few months or something but they’ve already been through a lot so I think they’ll survive this too and come out of it even better and stronger than ever. As to why I still feel this is their plan and nothing changed recently to cause or because of the faux engagement, like I said I just haven’t seen as much proof as there is to suggest they’re still together. For instance, they haven’t been seen together for a long time because they’ve been hiding but there’s really nothing to suggest they have any hard feelings towards each other and they’ve just seemed happier than ever the entire time even to this day. They were spotted a couple times together but photos were purposely not taken and/or posted or were quickly deleted. The album is filled with all love songs about her and no breakup songs despite supposedly having gone through two breakups, around when the album came out Karlie presented an award she won when she’d never been involved in country music before, she was left off the Junior jewels T-shirt because she doesn’t want her like a best friend ;) and I think her hanging out with Katy Perry was just click bait so the general public would still think about them in the sentence but would think (or at least wonder about it) they weren’t friends anymore so that the rumors would temporarily go away and everyone would believe whole-heartedly in their beards and not think they were faking relationships or cheating on them. Karlie’s Dad also told a fan (with the username reputationisaboutkarliekloss on IG) in February or March that they were still friends, when asked they kind of avoid the question but suggest that they are and Karlie still likes Taylor’s posts. Even Abigail liked the engagement post and would have no reason to care or even know let alone support her if she and Taylor broke up or were never together. Everyone knows and is in on it and all the big Kaylor blog’s sources have been saying they’re fine even after it happened. (And if they weren’t why would Taylor have still been so happy and seemingly gung-ho about coming out, or at least dropping gay hints, last night if she had no real reason to anymore?) So although I have no way to 100% prove that not having any sources myself I do believe they are in fact still together (and I personally believe have even been engaged for a while now but not everyone thinks so) and planning to come out to some extent within the next year. They’re smart girls who always have a plan when it comes to their careers so I think we just have to trust them, have faith in their process right now and just wait and see what happens before we make any snap judgements (I think the song with Hayley was just her trolling us/fueling the rumors so we won’t know what to think but will know we weren’t crazy about her being gay at least). After all they didn’t spend 4+ years being the perfect soulmates for us to be weak Kaylors! #Kaylorrisein20gayteen (or at least 2019) ❤️🏳️‍🌈☕️Ps. If you made it to the end of my long, unorganized response, thank you! Sorry if it was hard to get through but I hope it helped. Don’t give up hope! 😘

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Gentiana and Sylva 2

Game: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto, Luna, Noctis, Gladio, Gentiana, Sylva

Pairing: Gentiana/Sylva

Rating: General

Author: The Usual Spot Cafe

Word Count: 1162

Notes: Prompto isn’t sure what to expect meeting Luna’s mother for the first time, but he isn’t disappointed.

Prompto had met a lot of parents in his day and generally like to consider himself an expert on the subject. His own parents were warm and loving, treating him as their own flesh and blood from the day they had taken him out of Besithia’s grasp. His aunt and uncle were slightly stricter parents, but had open hearts and welcomed in every child across the islands who felt unloved of unwanted. The Skye girls’ dad always tried his hardest, raising four girls on his own and running the small village community. The Leonharts were assholes, through and through. Noctis’ dad tried to be there for his son as much as possible despite having to run the biggest technology firm in the world, and his mom was nurturing and kind. Clarus Amicitia could be strict, but he loved his kids more than air. The Scientias were cold and distant, but Prompto was sure they loved Ignis despite outward appearances. Knowing all these parents, Prompto felt he should have been prepared to meet Luna’s mother, but he felt nervous. He wanted his friend’s mom to like him. Most parents liked him.

Sylva glided, fucking glided like a queen, into the café, wearing a white skirt, a loose fitting, light blue blouse, and matching light blue high heels. Her hair was in a loose braid, swept to the side, perfectly blonde, though Prompto knew at her age that couldn’t be natural. Her face was far younger, and far softer than Prompto had pictured, not the face of a ruthless CEO, but the face of Luna, with thirty some years of laugh lines and crow’s feet added. On her arm was who Prompto assumed was Gentiana, her hair sleek, black, and straight, wearing a black long-sleeved t-shirt with gold designs on it, skinny black pants, and black heeled booties. Gentiana and Sylva were like day and night, both well put together, and he saw where Luna got it from.

“Darling!” Sylva walked up to her daughter with open arms and Gentiana stood aside while they hugged.

“Mother,” Luna hugged her mother tight, eyes glistening with held back tears. It had been quite some time since she had seen her mother.

Gentiana smiled and stepped forward, embracing the younger woman with a soft smile, “It is good to see you, Luna.”

Luna just nodded, words escaping her as she gestured back to the table. She cleared her throat, finding her voice to introduce them all, “Mother, Gentiana, you remember Noctis,” Noct gave them a wave and a small smile, “And this is Gladiolus, Ignis, and Prompto. Everyone, this is my mother Sylva and her as- her fiancée, Gentiana.” Luna looked a little sheepish when she nearly slipped and called Gentiana her mother’s assistant.

Prompto stood as Ignis had, shaking the two women’s hands and then waiting for them to take their seats before he sat back down. “So, Mum, what brings you here?” Luna sat next to her mother, looking more nervous than Prompto had yet to see her.

Sylva just sighed, smiling, “We wanted to come see Daybreak Town. And you of course. We’re just traveling around, looking for the perfect wedding spot. So far there’s a possibility of a small wedding in Galdin Quay, or a wedding at our manor back home, but this city is so lovely, it could become a contender as well.”

Luna raised her eyebrows, “You just got engaged and you’re already looking for locations? Why not enjoy the engagement for a while?”

Sylva laughed out loud while Gentiana chuckled a little. “Dear, I’m far too old to waste time being engaged. We want to be married, spend the rest of our lives together. Grow old together. Well, older in my case.” Sylva giggled while Gentiana playfully smacked her on the arm.

Luna sighed, “I suppose you’re right.”

“Of course I am, now, Noctis?”

Noct looked up at her, shocked, “Yes?”

“I’m afraid I lost my cell phone while we were on vacation and had to get a new one. Gentiana had most of the numbers I needed, but she did not have your mother’s number, and I’d be dreadfully embarrassed if I had to call Regis to ask for it.”

“Oh, uh, sure, no problem.” Noctis opened his contact list and located his mother’s number, handing the phone to the matriarch of the Nox Fleuret family. Sylva dialed the number into her phone, saving the contact and promptly calling the number.

“Aulea, darling, it’s Sylva.”

Prompto shook his head and leaned over to Ignis, “She’s like a combination of Luna and Ravus, but much more talkative.”

Ignis hummed in agreement, “I noticed,” He looked to Gentiana who was now sitting quietly listening to Luna talk about her schooling, “I daresay some of the quietness they may have comes from Gentiana.”

Prompto snorted, rolling his eyes, “I don’t see why it’s such a big fuss for them to get married. Gentiana has obviously been in their lives this whole time anyway.”

Ignis sighed, “I fear the matter may be more complicated than that. I am certain it is more about the fact that their mother will have a new wife to dote on, rather than spending her money and attention on them, though from the looks of it, she has been spending money and attention on Gentiana this whole time as well. However, I believe it is on their own subconscious principles and fears that the two are wary of this union.”

“So, basically, you’re saying they’re behaving like spoiled brats.”

Ignis smirked, turning his green eyes to his boyfriend, “You read me so well, darling.”

Prompto smirked, leaning towards him, “I do my best.”

“Ugh, gross,” The two backed away from each other at the loud exclamation from Noctis, “What did we say about PDA when everyone was here, guys?”

Ignis rolled his eyes, “That we’re making things ‘weird and awkward’ as you so eloquently put it.”

Gladio snorted, “Don’t listen to him Igs. Princess is probably just jealous that Luna won’t kiss him in public.”

“Hey! Watch it Gladio! I know where you sleep!”

Gladio grinned, “Is that a challenge?”

Whatever had been happening between the two abruptly ended as Luna’s mother spoke up loudly, “Alright, ta-ta, Aulea! Give Reggie my love!” She hung up the phone, looking towards Noctis, “Seems your mother is very eager to help plan a wedding,” Noctis went pale and she chuckled, “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you and Luna to get married too soon. After all, you’re still young.” Sylva grabbed up her bag and stood, “Well, Gentiana and I are going to continue exploring the city. We’ve already made reservations at a restaurant for dinner and we expect all of you to be there,” She looked at Luna, “Your brother is coming into town as well.” Luna stood there gaping at her mother but was unable to say anything as her and Gentiana walked out the door, “Ta-ta for now, dears!”

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whenyourefalling-ina-forest-blog · 7 years

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Step Out of the Sun ch.6

Summary: 'Today is going to be a good day. Today is gonna be a good day because it's the first marching band practice of the year. Well, it's the first marching band practice of my life.'

Notes: Heyo. Band camp is finally over so I get to write again. This chapter is basically the start of the story? I'm sorry that the end of the chapter seemed rushed. Anyways, it's Evan's first June practice in his freshman year. Enjoy.

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Evan sits up in bed. He turned to his alarm clock and it read 5:04.

'Oh great,' Evan thought as he lays back down and stares up at his ceiling. 'I'm not going to be able to fall asleep again. Might as well get up.'

He sighs and reaches out to search for his phone. Evan lays in bed for another ten minutes before deciding to get up. He sits up and walks up to his closet, quickly grabbing a shirt and some shorts.

'This will have to do for now.'

Evan took his clothes and silently tiptoed down to the bathroom, hoping that he wouldn't wake his mom. He changed and looked into the mirror. He could almost see the dark bags under his eyes start to appear.

'Today is going to be a good day. Today is gonna be a good day because it's the first marching band practice of the year. Well, it's the first marching band practice of my life. Oh gosh. What if I get there and nobody is there? What if I got the dates wrong? Will I stand outside for an hour, just standing and look stupid? No, it's okay. Today is going to be a good day. I'm going to go there and play my instrument and it's going to be fine,' Evan felt the pit of dread start in his stomach.

"Evan, sweetie, when did you wake up?"

Evan snapped out of his thought. He took a deep breath and turned to open the door. He was greeted with the sight of his mom, Heidi, standing in her pajamas, looking slightly worried.

"I uh, I just woke up. Couldn't get back to sleep," Evan started walking back towards his room. "Did I wake you?"

Heidi followed him into his room and sat down on his bed. She reached over to his bedside table and opened the box containing his medication.

"Are you good? Do you need a refill?" She asked, looking up at Evan who was sitting at his desk, cautiously cleaning his flute.

"Um, yeah, I'm good for now," Evan said, staring intensely at the foot joint of his instrument.

"Sweetheart, this is the third time you've cleaned your flute in the past two days. I think it's clean enough," Heidi closed the box and stood up. She walked towards Evan and put a hand on his shoulder.

Evan sighed and put his flute back into the case. He stared down at his case. Evan could feel the pit of dread slowly growing bigger as the clock ticked closer to eight.

Heidi looked down at her son. She grinned a bit before ruffling his hair.

"I'm gonna go get ready. I'll come back after work and drive you to practice. It starts at five, right? I'm going to be gone before it ends so Jared's mom is going to bring you home. Okay?"

Evan nodded and got up from the desk.

Heidi spared another glance at the blonde boy before walking downstairs.

Evan walked to his bedside table and got out his meds. He quickly swallowed down his pills before walking downstairs. He ate his breakfast without tasting a thing. His hands were getting clammy.

'No, stop it. Everything will be fine. Why am I worrying? Nobody should hate me. The only person that I've talked to is Jared. It's all good.'

Hours passed. Evan sat on his couch, waiting for Heidi to get back. He spent most of the day fretting over what he thought would happen. Evan tried to tell himself that everything will be alright but it was like his mind wouldn't listen to itself.

Sooner than he would like, Heidi was home and driving him to the school. They arrived five minutes early. Evan stared out the window at the school. It was all new to him. Evan hoped he could still find his way to the band room.

"Have fun! Jared's parents are going to pick you guys up after practice! Love you sweetheart!" Heidi rolled up the window and waved before turning out of the parking lot.

Evan stood on the sidewalk. He felt like he could just collapse any second. After a few seconds of internal decision making, Evan slowly made his way into the building and soon found his way to the band room.

The walls of the room was lined with shiny trophies. There were groups of people standing around, having animate conversations with each other. Evan quickly spotted the other freshmen. Some were standing with their section mates, engaged in conversation. The large majority of them were standing in their own circle, talking quietly. Evan thought about joining them but thought about how he had nothing to say.

'Where is Jared?' Evan thought as he anxiously looked around the room filled with people. After searching for a few seconds, he spotted Jared standing in a corner, leaning against the wall. Evan walked towards him.

"Um, hi Jared. Uh. How was um your summer s-so far?" Evan stammered. Jared glanced up at Evan.

"Well, I'm here aren't I? I can't believe my mom made me do this." Jared huffs and looks around.

Evan nods and stands besides Jared. He could tell that Jared didn't really mean that. Evan sees that Jared was glad to be a part of something.

They stood in silence for a few moments, taking in the sights around them, before the drum major clapped and called out for them to meet with their sections.

Evan felt his palms get clammy.

'What if they don't like me? Will they think I'm not a good player? Oh gosh.'

"Hello, you're a flute, right? I'm gonna assume you're Evan."

Evan jumps a bit when the voice addressed him. He turns around and is face to face with a girl who seemed very bright and bubbly.

"Er, y-yes," He responded.

"My name is Christie. I'm the flute section leader. Just follow me and we'll get you sorted right out!" The girl said.

Evan gave her an anxious look and followed closely behind her. Christie led him to a room. When he walked in, he saw there were a few other girls.

'Oh no. Am I the only boy? I mean, I guess I knew this would happen. Will anyone tease me? I don't want to be shoved in a locker.'

"Okay, guys. Settle in. This will be your family for the next six months. Be nice." Christie said, gesturing for everyone to sit.

Evan's eyes darted around. He took a few deep breaths and shuffles to an empty chair.

By the end of practice, Evan had gotten to know the members of his section. He was glad that those three hours were over.

'It's okay. Nothing bad happened. Today was fine. Nobody made fun of me, nobody shoved me into a locker, this is fine.'

Yeah. Today was a good day.

#deh #dear evan hansen #deh au #dear evan hansen au #marching band au #marching band #fanfic #fanfiction #evan hansen #connor murphy #zoe murphy #alana beck #jared kleinman #step out of the sun

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silhouetted-beauty · 7 years

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Queen

Word Count: 3,321

Warning: Smut

A/N: Even though I don't think I stated it in the story, this is a college setting. But I’m changing it up and making the story from Namjoon's POV. I hope you enjoy!

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I sat in the back of the lecture hall and waited for her to enter. Nobody knew my feelings about her and I planned on keeping it that way. She was different from all the girls I was use to talking to and was the only reason why I never miss a class. She was smart, beautiful and had a body that captured the attention of men from different age groups. She was everything I wanted and needed. If I could express my love for her it would be the feeling adrenaline junkies get when they have near-death experiences, the feeling addicts achieve when they reached their high for the first time, even the feeling a mother gets when she sees her newborn after giving birth.

I don't know when my feelings for her developed into something deeper. But I knew that nobody else could make me feel this way... nobody has. Certainly not all my ex girlfriends or girls I simply stuck my dick into. With her, I wanted to know everything about her. Her joys, her pains, her fears, her smiles and happiness. I wanted it all for myself. I wanted her to know that whatever she wanted, I would do everything in my power to deliver. When she speaks I listen to every word that comes out of her mouth. The way she interacts with everyone and happily giggles when they made a quick connection. She didn't mind if we called her by her first name. In fact, she reminded us, daily, to use it instead of her last. Y/n... I loved the way that sounds rolling off my tongue.

I laugh to myself at the thought. Here I was, about to give this woman my heart, soul and body and she knew nothing about me, not even how I felt about her.

"Hey Joon? What's got you giggling to yourself like a little school girl?"

I look over at my best friend, Jin. "Nothing, just thinking of some random shit."

I couldn't tell him how I was daydreaming about the most beautiful woman in the world, he wouldn't even begin to understand. I occupied the rest of my time by chatting with a few of my close friends.

My heart stopped when she walked into the classroom. She was talking with another girl, Ami, who was in this class. Everyone thought Ami was the hottest girl in the room but she couldn't hold a candle to my queen. There were plenty of times she tried to get my attention but all it did was annoy me. She was always sucking up to me, either talking about my choice of clothes, how smart I am, or music. To which, I commented on the artist and she stared at me as if I asked her a math problem. No, she wasn't worth my time.

They went their separate ways, Ami to her seat and y/n to the front of the class.

"Good afternoon everyone. Did you all have a good weekend?" Her soft voice spoke. I sat up straight in my seat and focused on whatever she was going to teach us for the day.

As she wrote on the board my eyes traveled to her body. The sound of her heels clicked and clacked as she moved around. Her dark creamy skin was hidden under her baby blue button up shirt and black pencil skirt. Oh my god, her ass looked so plump I just wanted to bite into it. Her hair was styled in a pixie cut which sometimes shocks me. I always thought I loved women with longer hair but I found short hair even more attractive and sexy on her. I watched her stand on her tippy toes, reaching up to scribble at the top. When she finished, the entire board was covered with notes.

"So, let's begin with a little class discussion."

Everyone gathered up their belonging to go, while I stayed behind. Y/n and I would usually end our time socializing about how class went then gradually moving on to other topics. I wished like hell I could invite her out for drinks and talk some more. There is nothing sexier than a woman with a lot of knowledge. But today, I had to wait for this asshole to leave.

Sometime during class, an older man sat in on our lecture. Y/n introduced him as a beginning teacher but I could see a sleaze ball from a mile away. All he did was check her out the entire time. Especially when y/n dropped her marker and bent over. Trust me, that was a wonderful sight to see but that gave him no right to ogle her like a pervert. She was too precious for that.

When I saw him gather his things to go, I did too. There was no way in hell I was leaving her alone with him, not even for a second. I walked towards the pair, trying not to listen in on their conversation. But let's just say, I wasn't putting up much of an effort.

"Thanks again for having me today."

"Oh it was no problem at all. I'm glad you could join us and I hope it's gave you a little insight on the course and my method of teaching."

I watched at this asshole checked her out AGAIN for the hundredth time today!

"It did," he was about to leave but stopped. "Congratulations on the news. Your fiancé is a lucky man. If only I met you first."

I watched her offered a small smile. "Thank you, you are very sweet."

Finally! The asshole left but his words were suddenly registering in my head. FIANCÉ!!! She was getting married! My heart felt like it was breaking in my chest. She was my woman! Nobody else's! I couldn't help but feel betrayed. How could she do this to me? My mind was racing, I thought my head would explode.

"Namjoon? Are you okay?" Her voice spoke to me.

I looked up to see a concerning look on her face then my vision went straight her hands. There it was, as clear as day. Her engagement ring shining bright on her petite polished finger. So many emotions were circulating through my body that I had a hard time holding them in.

"No I'm not okay!" My hands were starting to tremble and I was losing control of the situation. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting fucking married?!"

Her eyes widen at my words and her mouth hung open struggling to find the words to say. "W-What?..."

"I'm fucking head over heels in love with you y/n! I have been for a while!"

"I... I... don't know what to say, Namjoon. I'm your teacher and you are my student. It would be against the rules if either one of us engaged in inappropriate behavior. Not only would I get in trouble but you could too."

"I know that, trust me I do. But I can't change the way I feel about you."

"But I am getting married in a couple months... I'm sorry." I could see that this conversation was taking her out of her element and making her uncomfortable but I couldn't stop. I refuse to give up the fight.

"But you don't really love him do you? What about all the talks we had after every class. Tell me you didn't feel something between us!"

"Yes I did feel something! I enjoy our talks and I like the company. It's not every day I meet a student that can not only keep up in conversations about what's going on in the world but also make me exercise my brain. But I pushed away those feeling, Namjoon! You are my student!" She sighed and lowered her head, breaking eye contact with me. "Besides, I love my fiancé. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't mean it."

"I don't think you mean it, y/n," I said stepping closer to her. It was if my body was acting on its' own. "I don't think you really love him like you say."

She stepped back every step I took forward until her ass was pressed against the board and I stood right in front of her.

"B-But I do. I do love him."

I smirked and leaned in, our lips barely touching. "Then stop me."

I felt her place both hands on my chest but she didn't push me away. I took that as my que to continue. I brushed my lips against hers slowly trying to savor this moment. This was what I wanted and had been waiting for months. Always wondering how her lips felt and tasted. It was better than I imagined they would be, soft, sweet, and plumped. I took her hands in my own. Breaking away from the kiss, I brought her hand to my lips and placed gentle kisses on them. I looked up into her eyes. I could see the uncertainty through each lens.

"I know I haven't given you a reason to but just trust me. I promise it will be okay." I spoke to her.

Y/n was quiet for some time and I was worried she would leave. She gave me a small nod and my heart swelled in my chest. IT WAS FINALLY HAPPENING! I could barely believe it myself! I definitely plan on taking my time with her, I didn't want to rush. When I went back to kiss her lips, she met me half way. Her tongue rubbed against my bottom lip and I instantly granted her access. The fact that she was trying to take the lead, spoke volumes to me. It showed me that she felt the same way and I wasn't just acting on my feelings alone. As our tongues danced together, her arms went around my neck and my hands pulled her waist close to my body. My heart was racing and beating so hard I wouldn't even have heard a stadium crowd if they were cheering for us.

I moved one of her hands and placed it on my chest. I broke away from the kiss to speak. "This is what you do to me. Nobody else can make me feel like this."

She looked up at me in surprise. Her eyes searched mine for any sense of falsehood. Y/n closed the gap between us, embracing me. I held her tight for fear she might leave if I let go. I felt her shift and then her breath in my ear.

"I'm sorry," she hugged me tighter. "I'm sorry that I never knew how you felt. It must have been killing you inside. I know because I felt the same way but I was scared. I was scared of this moment."

I could feel her heart slipping away from me but I'm not letting it go. I can't let go, not even if I wanted to. I cupped her face with both hands and kissed her hard. I maneuvered her over to her desk and sat her down on the edge. I stood between her legs and let my hands roam over her body. Grinding my bulge against her heat, my hands wandered under her skirt, pulling it up to her hips and exposing her ass. My lips kissed down her jawline to neck to the top of her breasts. I backed away from her to grab a chair, lining my face with her covered pussy.

Running my finger down her panties, I lightly coated the tip with her juices. She was ready for me but I wasn't going to enter her just yet. I brought my face closer and licked the thin cloth. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched me. I moved her panties to the side took a long torturous lick up to her clit. I let my eyes close as her scent and taste invaded my senses. She tasted absolutely delectable! Like I could live off of her nectar alone and never get tired of it. I gathered her juices on my tongue, swallowing it down. I gave her clit a few hard licks as I felt her hands pull at my hair. She was whimpering above me, trying her hardest to keep her voice low. Using my thumbs to part her lips, I licked and sucked around her entrance before diving my tongue inside her. She lifted her leg over my shoulder, resting it at the top of the chair.

"Shit... you're gonna make me cum, Joon."

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. My dick ached in my pants, waiting to get a piece of the action. I took her underwear off, sending it flying in the air landing on the floor behind me. I had every intention of fucking her wet pussy on my tongue. That is... until there was a knock at the door. Y/n panicked. She quickly stood, fixing her clothes. She pushed me under the desk and sat down in the chair, closing me inside the tight space. Before she could speak, I heard the door open and a man's voice.

"Oh good, you're still here. There was a few things I wanted to talk to you about. Are you busy?"

"N-Not at all, Chairman," I could hear the nervousness in her voice and understood why. This guy was like her boss. "What is it?"

"It's about the guy I hired for the other teaching position. Do you think he is the right man for the job?"

"I... I don't think I have the authority to answer such a question. I am just a teacher myself."

"I know, but you worked here for a couple years, you're a great teacher, and I value your opinion."

I was growing bored of their school talk and decided to tease her a bit. I slowly opened her legs and kissed up her thick thighs. She cleared her throat and I wasn't sure if it was directed at me or her boss.

"Well since you put it like that, I think everyone deserves a chance. Put him to work, time will tell if he the right man."

She tried to force her legs close but I nibbled on the inside of her thigh, feeling her jump in her seat. I pulled her body closer to the edge of the seat and placed a nice wet kiss on her swelled clit. Opening my mouth, I covered the bud and sucked on it. She was fidgeting so much, I'm surprised her boss didn't notice.

"By the way, y/n, I hope I'm not stepping out of line when I say this but you should reconsider getting married."

"What do you mean?" She sounded confused and even I froze my movements to hear what he had to say.

"Well I was hoping you'd give me a chance to take you out. I really am a decent man and I want to get to know you on a personal level."

HELL FUCKING NO! My mind screamed. Not my woman! If I wasn't in this position and she wasn't afraid of losing her job, I would have gotten up and beat his ass where he stood. I was furious! The entire male faculty must be full of creeps and this ultimate asshole as the ring leader. I plunged my fingers into her pussy moving them fast. My tongue roughly licked her clit. It wasn't my intentions to take my frustrations out on her but it would have to do until I can get that jerk alone. She was leaking all over my hand and chair. And if she didn't keep up the conversation, her boss would soon hear the sounds of my fingers in her dripping wet cunt.

"T-Thanks for the offer, Chairman. But my mind is made up, I'm happy with who I am with at the moment."

"Well, a man can try, right?" He laughed and to cover up her moans, she slowly laughed too.

I was hoping he was finished talking so me and her can get back to the moment he interrupted. Her inner muscles tightened around my two fingers and I knew she was close.

"Is this a student's?" I heard him speak again. By now, she was twisting and turning, trying to hold back her orgasm. I figured he was talking about my backpack. It was the only thing, sitting in an empty classroom.

"Yes! That's my student's. I-I told her I would look after her things w-while she was in the ladies room." She grunted out.

The room went quiet but the moment I heard the door close, she gripped my hair and moaned out cumming all over my fingers. I held her still and slowly licked her clit until she came down from her high. She rolled her chair back allowing me to exit.

"Her?" I questioned, looking up at her. She was out of breath, her chest heaving up and down.

"It would... look... suspicious... if I said... it belongs... to a guy."

I pulled her down, making her straddle my lap. She smiled and kissed me, cleaning her juices from my mouth. I laid her back on the floor and situated myself between her legs. I took off my shirt and worked to get my jeans undone. My cock hit my toned stomach, oozing precum. She sat up and leaned forward, licking me clean before she laid back and spread her legs wide.

"Take me Namjoon."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I braced my hands on the floor besides her waist. Using my hips, I watched my cock sink into her. We both groaned as her warm velvety center massaged me. I leaned forward and rested my head in the crevice of her neck. My hips thrust forward, going deep as in her walls as I could. Over and over I pounded into her, feeling her body jerk to my ministrations. She was like heaven! It was as if God crafted her to fit my every need. Yes, she was my woman for a reason. I couldn't believe I had allowed myself to miss out on opportunities to make a move sooner.

Wanting to feel more, I sat up and ripped her blouse open, listening to the buttons scatter on the floor. I yanked down her black bra and latched on to her nipple. I sucked hard, letting it fall from my mouth with a pop. I dragged my tongue, leaving a wet trail across her chest. When I found the perfect spot, I sucked a large dark bruise into her perfect skin. She was too preoccupied to notice what I had just done and as far as I was concerned, it didn't matter. She belonged to me and me only. I held her body close to mine and increased my paced. My balls were aching for a release and so was I. Her legs wrapped around my thighs as she neared her second orgasm. I rotated my hips, hitting certain spots until I hit the right one.

"AHH! I'M CUMMING, NAMJOON!"

She squeezed around my cock as I handed out short, hard thrusts to help her ride it out. But it was enough to make my nut sack contract. I gave her one last thrust before I unloaded my sack, sending my cum deep within her walls. I fell on top of her as I tried to slow my breathing. She held me close and I did the same. The room became quiet and the sudden atmosphere became awkward.

"Now what?" She asked me and I didn't answer.

I honestly don't know where this will lead us but all I know is that y/n will always be my queen and I wasn't letting her go.

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