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xiayannie · 10 months

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☆ k. ayato

req! by anon ❀ : priestess reader x kamisato ayato

cw(s): sub!ayato [I'm so sorry. he's ooc and not super subby here :(] top! reader, breeding, creampie, sapiosexual!ayato, fingering, fondling (reader is chubby and ayato adores every bit of her!) whiny ayato, mentions of multiple rounds (near the end) terms of endearment (dear, love, baby) bodyworship

genre : smut | word count: 1.2k

reader is a priestess at narukami shrine, to whom kamisato ayato has the pleasure of seeing every time he visits for routinely inspections. through time, he finds that something other than the shrine is catching his attention. it has you wondering whether you should be a head priestess, or his.

AYATO would give a small polite smile every time your eyes met. a certain pink haired priestess took notice, to which she would find ways to tease the both of you (like the sly fox she is.) her little matchmaking role eventually did play off, as AYATO managed the courage to eventually ask you out on a date. outings with you and AYATO were meals, or visits to scenic places around the region of inazuma. everything of course, was widely available due to his high status since he was a man of great power and wealth. AYATO being the gentleman that he was, would take you on quiet walks to gaze at (you) scenery as the both of you made idle and small chit chat.

today however, was different from other days. you found that his gaze was lingering on you for a quite a while. turning, you made eye contact with him. AYATO's eyes were glazed over as he stared at you with an adoring look.

"my dear, what's wrong..?" you shuffled closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek gently as you rubbed his shoulder to ease him. he melted into your touch, bringing his own hand up to hold yours as he shook his head.

"may I kiss you?" AYATO asked breathlessly.

the estate was quiet at this time, as it was evening after all. that having said, quiet gasps and happy sighs left the yashiro commissioner's lips as the both of you kissed under the shelter of the hood of the pavillion. it was a sight to behold. the usually calm and collected AYATO was flushed and dazed as he caught his breath. you chuckled when he picked you up, fumbling clumsily as he made his way into the estate, shuffling before he slid the screen door to his room open, then sliding it closed before he placed you down gently onto his futon.

"no need to rush," you hummed, pulling him in for another kiss as you laughed against his lips. he returned the smile, but AYATO couldn't help it. you just looked so pretty under the moonlight tonight. despite knowing your goals and aspirations, he want to make you his. carefully, he took off your garments, AYATO's breath hitching once he took in all of your raw beauty.

AYATO has never admitted it out loud to anyone, but he loved your boobs. he also loved your thighs, as well as your ass. he never really had a preference, since he was raised to be respectful and polite about such a topic. as a result, he loved everything about you.

he reached down to your cunt, face to face with it as he stared at the sheen in awe. AYATO had to resist the urge to take you right then and there as he gently pushed one of his digits in, hearing a wet squelch as it entered. he pumped it in and out before adding another digit. AYATO leaned in to lick at your slick, letting out a quiet moan as he tasted you, and watched as you squirmed and moaned out his name.

"god... you're so beautiful, I can't believe you're mine." he murmured under his breath, as he sucked on your clit, licking up all of your juices. AYATO's face was covered with your slick, and he couldn't be any happier as he pulled you in for a kiss.

"h-hahh... can I put it in...♡?" AYATO's eyes were half lidded as he stared down at his excruciatingly hard cock and your wet cunt as he rubbed and teased it along your clit. his pupils were dilated as he made eye contact, almost begging you as he waited for your confirmation. you smiled, giving him a nod as he whispered tiny little "thank you, thank you's" lining up his cock with your entrance before sliding in carefully. AYATO watched your face contort, and he waited patiently before you gave him the 'OK.' AYATO swore he almost came inside when he bottomed completely. your walls squeezed him so tightly, but he let out a small whine, collapsing onto your body as hugged your waist. he wanted to have you cum first before he did, so he did his best whilst his hands wandered.

his hands found purchase squeezing your tits. he nipped at and kissed at your neck as he whimpered. you couldn't help but find him lovely as your own hands made way to his blue locks, tugging at them to get him to whine more.

"p-prettyyy... so, so, so pretty..."

"gonna be even prettier when your tummy is filled with my b-babies..."

"you'd like that... wouldn't you?" AYATO murmured, his eyes clouded and hazy with adoration and lust "tell me you want me to breed you... p-please? ugh- I wanna cum insideee..." you couldn't help but nod. this new side to the usually stoic and collected yashiro commissioner had you melting, you simply couldn't say no to him.

you yelped as you felt him hook his arms under your squishy thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest. his dick hit even deeper inside you, and you saw stars as he pounded away.

"I am going to make you happy... gonna make you so happy, I p-promise.... our baby will be so smart with you as the mother..."

"y-you'd be such a pretty wife... such a pretty mommy... g-gonna get your tummy all big n round with my h-heir..." AYATO rambled. his hands made their way down to your tummy, pressing down on it as his hips started to stutter.

"...nghhh. I'm going to c-cum..."

".. are you close? cum with me, my l-love..." AYATO whimpered as he felt your walls squeeze even tighter around him, cumming with one last thrust before he pulled out, lying next to you exhausted.

you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss, catching him by surprise before he returned it, smiling into the kiss himself. unbeknownst to AYATO, you managed to straddle his hips, taking his already hardening cock into your hands, pumping it a couple of times before lining it up with your dripping cunt.

"ayato, baby,"

"didn't you say you wanted a heir?"

"we can't stop until you're milked dry, 'yato."

"yes ma'am..."

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sundeathh · 3 months

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Matchmaker's Quirk: Love Blooms

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST | words: 1 K

Pairing: Student!Aizawa × GN! Student!Reader

Tags: romance, fluff, cute, reader being a bit of a badass and straight forward.

CW: Hizashi and Oboro participation, fight mention (training).

In the bright corridors of U.A. High School, the air was thick with anticipation as students bustled about, preparing for another day of hero training. It had been just a few months since the start of the scholar year, and the school was abuzz with the vigor of young heroes in the making.

You, a spirited and good-natured student, strolled confidently through the bustling hallways, your eyes catching the attention of many admirers. Little did you know that your magnetic presence had already attracted the curiosity of one particular, quiet student.

Aizawa, then just a student like any other, observed you from a distance. His disheveled black hair and stoic expression hid a shy and reserved nature beneath. Despite being known for his strong analytical skills, the prospect of approaching someone as vibrant as you left him uncertain.

In the classroom, Hizashi Yamada, the ever-energetic voice student, chatted animatedly with Oboro Shirakumo, a kind and easygoing one. Both had noticed Aizawa's interest in you and decided to play matchmakers.

"Hizashi, have you seen Aizawa staring at (Y/N)?" Oboro nudged him, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Hizashi chuckled, "Oh yeah, he's got it bad. We should help him out, don't you think?"

The plan was quickly set in motion. Hizashi and Oboro subtly orchestrated situations to bring you and Aizawa together. They pair you up for training exercises, place you next to each other during classes, and even manage to organize study sessions.

In one of those particular training exercises, the day was marked with anticipation as the hero training course embarked on a joint exercise, putting students together against formidable robotic foes.

You and Aizawa, selected to work together, found yourselves in a training ground filled with the hum of machinery and the distant echoes of clashing metal.

Aizawa, usually composed and analytical, couldn't deny the nervous flutter in his stomach as he stood beside you. Your playful banter and the lively yet sweet tone of your voice had left him in a state of mild disarray, a feeling he wasn't entirely accustomed to.

As the first wave of robots approached, you and Aizawa leaped into action, ready to face the metallic adversaries.

"Be cautious, (Y/N)," Aizawa warned, adjusting his capture weapon as he assessed the situation. "My Quirk won't work on these robots. We'll have to rely on our combat skills."

You nodded, appreciating Aizawa's quick thinking. "Alright, Aizawa, we've got this. Stick close to me, and we'll take those robots down," you said with a confident smile, readying your hero costume.

Aizawa nodded, struggling to find his voice. "Sure. Let's work together." He muttered awkwardly, and the two of you engaged in a coordinated assault, dodging and countering the robotic enemies.

As the robots got closer, you leaped into action, demonstrating agility and precision. Aizawa, however, found his attention divided between the approaching threats and the fact that he was fighting alongside you. Impressed by your combat prowess, he couldn't help but watch your every move.

As the battle intensified, you found yourself back-to-back with Aizawa, fending off robots on all sides. A stray robot lunged towards Aizawa, and you swiftly intercepted, delivering a well-timed kick to dismantle the mechanical threat.

Noticing Aizawa's distracted state, you called out. "Hey, Aizawa, focus! We've got to take these down together."

Aizawa blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Right, sorry." He jumped into action, joining you in coordinating attacks. And, as the last robot fell, a sense of accomplishment filled the air.

Aizawa, however, felt a different kind of victory – the realization that he enjoyed fighting alongside you more than he expected.

After the battle, as the training ground quieted down, you turned to him with a grin. "Not bad, partner. We make a great team."

Aizawa scratched his head, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Yeah, we do. Thanks for watching my back."

As you walked side by side, discussing the exercise, Hizashi and Oboro observed from a distance, both wearing satisfied smiles. It seemed their matchmaking efforts had not only brought together an effective hero duo but had also unraveled a side of Aizawa that even he wasn't entirely aware of – a side that blushed and stumbled in the presence of someone special.

As your friendship evolved, Aizawa, despite his initial reservations, found himself enjoying your company. Your flirtatious nature would bring a blush to his usually stoic face, and he struggled to find words at times. However, beneath his quiet demeanor, a genuine interest in you started to blossom.

One day, during lunch break, you found yourself alone with Aizawa on the rooftop. The sun cast a warm glow on the scene, and the air was filled with the delicious scent of your meals.

"You know, Aizawa, you're pretty cute when you're not glaring at everyone," you teased, a playful grin on your face.

Aizawa scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "I, um, well, thanks, I guess."

The silence that followed was broken by the arrival of Hizashi and Oboro, who had been discreetly watching from a distance.

"Haha! Look at these two! Love is in the air!" Hizashi announced dramatically, earning an exasperated glare from Aizawa.

Oboro chuckled, "You've got to admit, Shouta. You should tell them how you feel."

Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his hair. As he struggled with words, you glanced at him, a soft expression attached to your features. Encouraged by Hizashi and Oboro, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

With a sly smile, you took Aizawa's hand, intertwining your fingers. "You don't always need words, Shouta. Sometimes, actions speak louder."

Aizawa's eyes widened, but he didn't resist. The warmth of your hand in his sent a comforting shiver down his spine. You leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving him utterly flustered.

"Hmm, not bad, Shouta. You should've done that yourself," Hizashi teased, earning a half-hearted glare from the blushing boy.

From that day forward, Aizawa and you became inseparable. The once reserved student found solace in your presence, and your flirtatious and lively nature brought a new light into his life.

Hizashi and Oboro watched with satisfaction as their matchmaking endeavors bore fruit, solidifying a bond that would shape the future heroes of U.A. High School.

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cvlutos · 1 year

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“I like to Write”

| Repost: 02.18.23 | 1.1 K | Rated PG |

Malleus D., Rook H., Idia S., Azul A. X GN!Writer!Reader

T.Manor.Requests: For the Lovely @sidra-29 Thank you for the request!!

I was WAITING FOR THIS-

Ahem… Can I request Malleus, Rook, Idia and Azul with a Gn!Reader who writes stuff. Like books and all on the internet and sometimes they even write some special things for our boys

Take your time and stay healthy dear !

♡ Malleus Draconia ♡

Malleus Draconia is a lot of things, and one of them is being super supportive.

♡♡ Whether you’re his partner or simply his friend, he is guaranteed to be your biggest fan. Even if all you write is dribbles or short little things, nonetheless he’s reading. If you write fanfic, he will take it very seriously and be highly entertained by it. If it makes you happy, it makes him happier. If you want tips or constructive criticism, he’ll give it. If you just want his genuine reaction, he’ll do that as well.

♡♡ He keeps all of your work. Even if you hate it, he keeps it and stores it away, so that later you’ll see your progress, he’s super encouraging and won’t ever call your work badly, but he might allude to something not being your best piece, but he doesn’t fault for it. Anything your write for him, he wont stop talking about it. Like will casually bring it up, and if you dont write something for anyone else, he is so smug.

♡♡ He also likes to stand over you when you write. Sometimes he’s doing his own thing while you type. But when you write with pen and paper, he likes to stand over you. Silently watching your hand move back and forth. He likes your handwriting and likes seeing how you write. How your ‘a’s curl and how you dot your ‘i’s. For some odd reason, he enjoys it, and no matter how messy it is, he can read it well. [100% guarantee Lilia’s handwriting half the time is horrendous and unreadable.]

“Whatever you write, it is an absolute pleasure for me to read. Always.”

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♡ Rook Hunt ♡

Rook is somewhat of a writer himself, though he only sticks to poetry. Though finds beauty in longer length stories.

♡♡ If you write, he’s considering this a time for you and him to get snacks and read each other’s pieces. Aloud or silently, though over time, it changes into Rook wanting to act out scenes with you. Scenes with the slightest hint of romance. Whether you’re romantic or platonic, he’s going to want to act out scenes. He does love a good tragedy. But Rook is also super supportive and loves sharing your story ideas. If your write fanfic, Rook likes it too. A little too much to the point he’s subconsciously shipping people. He finds it so much fun, he won’t play matchmaker, but he loves watching it unfold naturally.

♡♡ Just like Malleus, he’s keeping all your writings. Each and every single one, half of which you aren’t sure how he found or got, but he has them. Heavily protected. But let you write him something specifically for him. He’s reading it every day, before bed, when he wakes up. He won’t tell anyone about it, but Vil knows, cause he accidentally mentioned it.

♡♡ Rook, also like Malleus, likes your handwriting. But oddly enough, has it memorized and if he wanted to, he could easily replicate it. Wouldn’t, but if he wanted to impersonate you, he could. Casually mentions it all the time. If you have a blog or any socials, he’s always in your comments sections acting up. Writing full poems and paragraphs.

“Oh ! Ça doit être la meilleure histoire écrite à ce jour~ Je dois en lire plus !”

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♡ Idia Shroud ♡

You and Him fanfic when?

♡♡ He’d never ask. He would rather let his HP drop to zero and face the final boss with low-grade weapons. In fact, Idia would never talk about you writing, and would simply leave you be. Not out of not caring but more out of fear that if he tries to talk about it, he’ll seem like some normie who knows not a damn thing.

♡♡ Idia had read fanfiction, that’s it. Has tabs saved, so if you do “official writing”, he’s going to be unsure of what to do. If you write fanfic though and post online, he’s sending in anonymous requests, anonymous commissions of his favorite characters. If you write for a fandom he doesn’t know, he’ll binge it.

♡♡ If you write anything for him, he’s done for. K.Oed. Zero Health, and he lost all his EXP. He’s at the beginner level and has to mass farm everything back before he can even read it. He’ll thank you, but won’t touch it for days before he forces himself too while screeching. If it’s cute and sweet, he’s a mess, snot bubbles and tears. If it is remotely sexual—well—he might need a new copy. Though unlike the first two, he doesn’t really care for you handwriting, it’s yours, but he likes to see you type, especially if you type hella fast.

“—YOU WHAT—I mean… Thank you for the… For the… Mm—Thank you for the story….”

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♡ Azul Ashengrotto ♡

*Cue him thinking of ways to make money with your writing*

♡♡ He views it as an admirable talent. Azul only writes essays, reports, documents. And a lot of contracts, so idle writing really isn’t his thing. He’s tried, but most of it comes out messy, so he sticks to reading. So if you write, he’s requesting something to pass the time. He also enjoys it when someone, especially your friends, asks what he’s reading. He will brag and be like “[Name]’s work. Oh, you haven’t read any.. Well then…” He’s an instigator.

♡♡ He will definitely mention your writing to his mother, especially if it was a gift from you for him about him. He’s rambling to his mom about how talented you are. He refuses to tell the twins about it, but they undeniably know and tease him about it. Any chance they get, they’ll use it as ammunition. But it won’t be just Azul, but you, too. I mean, you wrote it for their dormleader. You must love him~

♡♡ Other than that, Azul won’t interfere. If you want to share and write in his presence, you can. If you want to tell him your ideas and plans, hell gladly listen. Hell gives critics on overused ideas, views him as your personal editor. He will host events in the Mostro Longue for you, to give you more exposure. [A third of the event was the twins giving out threats if they didn’t support you.]

“I mean, you are, uh, dear to me. So your success is mine of course I would and will provide all I can.”

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julianalvarez9 · 10 months

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PLAYING FAIR / RÚBEN DIAS

SUMMARY: Once John had learned that he couldn't assist bernardo's wedding, he had given the responsibility of looking after you to the person he trusted most. but maybe it wasn't the best choice.

PAIRING: stones!reader x rúben dias

REQUEST: What about a smut with Rúben where he takes you to the bathroom at Bernardo's wedding because he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and telling you how much he wants to make you his ?

WORD COUNT: 1.3 k

WARNINGS: smut with a plot, unestablished relationship, unprotected sex, don't know what else (?

you didn't know why you had decided to come to bernardo's wedding when john told you he couldn't make it. of course, you tried to convince yourself that you were friends with ines, -which wasn't completely a lie, so your presence there was justified. no one would have batted an eye if you missed it, so, why had you agreed to come?

the answer was breathing on your neck right now, whispering "you're not playing fair right now" against the shell of your ear, after ignoring you all night. his calloused hands held tight onto your waist to stop you from grinding against him, a special vengeance after he only dared to watch you from afar, only getting closer when everyone else was too drunk to care. that wasn't the case for you, just tipsy, enough to make you forget that half of the people invited here knew you, your brother, and rúben.

turning around, but still in his hold, you crossed your arms annoyed, and he had to maintain his eyes on yours, even if he was tempted to drop his gaze down to your cleavage. "and you aren't?" you rolled your eyes, truly annoyed with his behavior. you had seen him around all day, ever since he arrived looking oh so devilishly handsome as always, and it was killing you inside that you couldn't do anything about it. "with your stupid waistcoat," tugging into the clothing item that was hidden all night under the jacket he decided to wear, until the high hours of the morning.

your hands traveled from the end of the waistcoat to the top of his shoulders, not without feeling his abdomen in the middle, making rúben hold in a breath. "...and your stupid white shirt," you said, going down the length of his arms, so big and strong as always, and reaching his forearms that were showing after he rolled up his sleeves due to the portuguese heat. you huffed, almost defeated at how pretty he was. "and i'm not pointing out your stupid face".

rúben's brows furrowed at that, not understanding the meaning of your words. pouting, he questioned, "what's wrong with my face?", which made you shake your head and drop it against his chest in resignation. "you don't get it because you can't see yourself".

he grinned with his million dollar smile at the compliment, and you wrapped your arms behind the portuguese's neck. he freezed, for a moment, remembering where you were, but his anxieties seemed to ease when he looked around and saw that everyone around was too engrossed in the music playing, anyways. "you were watching me all night," you deadpan, and he doesn't understand what you meant by the statement until you continue talking, "don't know why you're all worried if someone sees us now".

"i told your brother i'd keep you safe," rúben shrugs, and you groan at the mention of your older brother. you giggle, "you're doing such a good job, clearly", and he has to avert his eyes to avoid the bedroom eyes you're giving, taunting him. "if i was, joão wouldn't even have laid a finger on you". his jaw is locked now, nostrils flaring at the mention of the fellow portuguese who had gotten seated next to you, miraculously, and not, in any way, an attempt from ines to exercise her matchmaking skills.

the sight is just too funny to avoid pointing out, so you're giggling "no way! you're jealous!" before you can think about any other than you two hearing. it has rúben fuming in a way you haven't ever seen before, and it's not long until he's dragging you out of the dancefloor.

"i'm not," is the first thing he says once he closes the door, hard. you look around and realize that you're in the very nice and fancy bathroom of the salon where the reception is held, and rúben gets annoyed about your eyes wandering around instead of focusing on him. "i'm not" he repeats, grabbing your chin forcefully with his fingers, to get you looking straight at him.

"then why did you drag me here?".

the answer was easy, but hearing rúben say it wasn't what you expected. much less, the deep tone he used and the way his heavy breathing ghosted over your neck. "because you seem to be forgetting who you belong to". using the deep cut your dress had to his favor, sneaking his hand under the clothing to cup your pussy, earning him a small breathy moan, "so i've gotta remind you".

the smirk painted on his lips is borderline devilish when he feels how wet you already are. "you wanted this, didn't you?". he lifted you up on the counter, making sure you were close to the edge of it before resuming the heated kiss. he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling away before letting go and you whine in pleasurable pain. "wanted me to drag you here and fuck you? that's what you wanted?".

you can't say yes, because he's overwhelming you in all the best ways, but the way your hips buck against his hand should tell him the answers. your legs are spread wide, granting rúben all the access he could need, and he takes the invitation, slick fingers rubbing small circles on the sensitive bud. you can't take the teasing any longer, so you start to beg for him to do something, and it's not long until you feel him fiddling with the black belt, losing it before pulling himself out of the confinement of his pants.

your lips never detached from each other, proven to be useful in trapping greedily the moans that escaped your lips and the grumbles that resonated in the back of his throat. "can you be quiet for me?" he asked, and you nodded eagerly, feeling him teasing your folds, coating himself in your juices. you were so wet the filthy noises could be heard over the loud music outside of the room you two were in, but you were too needy for him to care about being embarrassed. "p-please. i'll do what you say".

being dominant was part of who he was, both on and off the pitch. but there was something in the way you looked so submissive underneath him that lightened him up like a flame, burning him from the insides with desire.

he was slow at first, looking intently at the way he disappeared inside you that had you gasping for air until he, finally, bottomed out. he knew you two had to be quick, but he couldn't care less about the passing of time at the moment: there was no way he could last long by the way you were squeezing around him, with his hip snapping against you. "fuck, fuck, i'm not gonna last long" rúben whimpered, forehead pressed against your own, and his rough voice pulled you closer to the edge.

with a particular deep thrust, you're done, falling apart on rúben's hold. he continues to fuck you through your high, and it's not long until his own movements starts getting sloppy as his own orgasm hits him, his warm seed coating your insides.

the cold marble felt nice against your hot skin, keeping you grounded even if you were about to pass out from the pleasure. rúben murmured praises in your ear, telling you how good you did for him, how perfect you were at the same time he was helping to clean you up, and you couldn't be more grateful for him.

a few minutes later, once you had gotten your breath in control and could stand straight again, you said "you didn't tell me why i wasn't playing fair", turning around from facing the mirror once you had finished getting your hair right. with your index finger pointing hard at his chest, you emphasized, "according to your rules, of course". rúben tilts his head back in laughter, and even if you can hear the music louder than before, the giggles that erupt from his mouth can be heard clear as day. "you're too pretty for your own good".

#football imagine #football smut #football x you #football x reader #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias imagine

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mistkisbiggestfan · 10 months

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do you write for the male yansim rivals?? if not the female ones are ok too :>

could i ask for male!osoro headcanons with a girlfriend who's in the cooking club?

To be clear, I fucking hate Yandere Dev, so sad the game is like it is fr. Please note none of this is or will be connected to that creep. Male! Osoro and Fem! Osoro x Cooking club! Reader hc

A/N: No TW for this, remember that I don't support Yandere Dev and Yan Sim in any way, I just write fics of the characters. Word count: 0.5 k

Male! Osoro:

Since you’re in the cooking club people would assume you’re a total sweetheart and a kind, probably sensitive person, so when Osoro was caught looking at you a bit too long or making sure you were safe it came off as a surprise.

At first everyone thought you pissed him off somehow, but how? What did you do to him? Then you thought, did I do something to him? Only after that it turned out that his stares weren’t the ones of hatred.

And oh god was it a shock, at first between his friends. “Hey Osoro? We can take care of that cooking club punk you’ve been after.” After he shuts them down (almost with his fist) they realize he wasn’t mad at you, he was madly in love with you.

They are playing the biggest matchmaker wtf, like trying to set you up and shit.

And after the two of you end up together? Prepared to have “the talk” with his friends.

Other than that your relationship is very sweet, you often bring something to him when he’s with his goons and although he seems annoyed at it he folds instantly.

The biggest bodyguard ever, someone looks at you the wrong way? They get sent to the Nurse instant.

People in the cooking club are surprised, some kinda scared but quickly grow to understand you two, something Osoro will never understand.

You get hurt? Damn someone is going to prison.

Surprisingly Ayano leaves you and him alone, one rival off the list ig.

Female! Osoro

Omg this woman is down bad fr (Not in a weird ways fucking incels), she’ gone soft and it shows, maybe not a lot but still.

You give her a baked good or a sweet kiss when no ones looking? You have protection till the end of the world.

The delinquents were mad confused when you two became a thing. What do you mean, Osoro having a sweet and cute girlfriend??

A very lovely relationship, she may come off as harsh, rough and tough but she just loves you so much.

Her gang or squad whatever you call them were even more confused when you gave her cookies, kissed her cheek and just left. I feel like the concept of Osoro being a genuine, good girlfriend was just too much for their brains to handle.

And when you find time outside your clubs activities when you can just sit together and chill with each other, she’s head over heels.

If someone looks at you or flirts with you it’s on, broken teeth were not the only problem the person had to deal with after Osoro was done with them. “Hands off my girlfriend fucking bitch.”

You guys are so cute, a typical bad boy and a typical sweetheart cook, can this get any sweeter? Yeah it can.

At one point you tried to teach her how to cook or/and bake, the kitchen was in flames, good thing she knew how to put it out. After that you stick to just having her as company while cooking.

If you ever give out your baked goods with your club you can be sure as hell she’s there watching over you, it’s like you’re giving a cookie and the person looks behind you just to see a tall, muscular ass woman looming over you. While you’re smiling and shi, she’s standing with this dark aura surrounding her.

#osoro shidesu #request #requests open #x reader #osoro shidesu x reader

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wishing-stones · 1 year

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Alright, you know me better than anyone.

Who would you match my mess of a person with?

Error, of course, but you already knew that. ;P

He's messy too, don't worry. you can be messy together-- but also make sure that the other is okay while being messy.

He's a grumpy gills, but being around someone similar to himself and just as stubborn is a challenge, and means that he won't just immediately brush you off. It also makes you interesting, and if you're interesting, it holds his attention long enough for him to form a bond. When he has a bond, he's more pleasant to be around and less of an asshole, and hey, there might be some thoughtful things included in that! Where do you want to go? He'll take you there if you wanna just go hang out for a bit.

Also, he draws similarities, and when he finally comes to terms with the fact that he loves you, it makes him realize that he himself is lovable too, because hell, you're kind of similar, and if he loves you... then that must mean those same qualities make him lovable, too.

He'd string anyone up who wronged you, hell, even looked at you wrong, and if someone insulted you? Hi, here's a blaster, eat shit. He takes their souls for trophies, too, and proudly hangs them in their own little section as tangible proof that he loves you (and, in turn, means he's lovable and that you love him) so it can never be questioned.

If you work with him on it, he gets okay with touch, too. It helps that humans are soft and squishy and don't have the nails-on-chalkboard feeling of bone-on-bone that makes him error out and crash. It's also a bit of a novelty, so once he realizes he can touch you without losing his shit, you get poked at and petted and squished until you tell him to stop. (...Even then, he might continue to be an ass, but it's playful)

He does what he knows helps him when you have a bad day. Have you ever seen the star rain in Outertale's Waterfall? You should. It's really calming! Or have you just sat and watched the stars in silence? It's good to get thoughts to stop, or at least to slow down until they're manageable.

Also, you get custom knitted and sewn things. He finds out your favorite pieces of clothing to wear and makes you plenty. Here are some lovely tanktops he made himself. And hoodies. And shorts. He's not so good at shoes, but he can make socks with fun patterns! What? Of course he totally paid for the fabric, psshhh. (he didn't.)

#k answers #k headcanons #k plays matchmaker #feat. error #you knew this was gonna be the answer #gget goootttttt

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( 🎞️ ) LOVE EASILY CRUMBLES — TAEHYUN SHORT FIC

[ DAY FIVE ] of the advent calendar !

( 🎞️ ) SYNOPSIS . . how easy it is to lose love for a season.

( .𖥔 ݁ ) PAIRING . . classmate!taehyun x classmate!gn-reader

( 🎞️ ) GENRE . . fluff, angst | FT. K + NICHOLAS ( &TEAM )

( .𖥔 ݁ ) WARNINGS . . profanity, miscommunications, someone kinda being a douchebag, taehyun is kinda frustrating ngl bc he holds GRUDGESSS 😪 — WORD COUNT : 1.1K+ ( 1139 )

( 🎞️ ) NOTE . . omg is this the start of soph FINALLY working on smth for txt 😱?? LMAO trust i have been trying for the past months but the ideas never got finished so </3 so im def proud of myself for getting this out n finished for u guys 🤍

"Come on! Ask him out!" K whispered, nudging you in Kang Taehyun's direction.

"I can't do this right now! I'm nervous—seriously, calm down!" You attempted to hold your ground, even pushing back, but the inevitable draw towards your crush seemed unstoppable.

"Stop playing matchmaker at the moment!"

"You need to make a move! You both complement each other so well! You, the energetic one, and him, the quiet one—it's a perfect match, if you ask me!" After a final nudge from K, you found yourself right next to Taehyun, who was seated at his desk, engrossed in a book with earbuds in. Well, fuck.

Sensing your presence, your crush, Kang Taehyun, glanced up, his eyebrow arching in mild surprise. Cursing your nerves, you hastily fished out a folded piece of paper from your pocket. Placing it on his desk, you offered a fleeting smile before dashing away.

You locked eyes with K, shooting him a fierce glare. "K, you're in trouble."

"Hey! I helped you—" K's protest was cut short as you chased him out of the classroom, eliciting a yelp. "I'm sorry!"

Meanwhile, Taehyun observed the scene, a small smile gracing his lips at the commotion. Returning his focus to the piece of paper, he carefully unfolded it.

"Here’s my number: XXX-XXX-XXXX.

Let’s go out?"

Despite his typically reserved and aloof nature, Taehyun found himself smiling, a faint pink tint gracing his cheeks—an unfamiliar but welcome sensation for him.

"And then—holy shit!" You exclaimed, eyes widened as you stared at your phone screen. Your heart raced far faster than usual, but who wouldn't get excited over something like this? "He actually texted me!"

"Who?" Nicholas barely showed any reaction but was still curious about the source of your unexpected excitement. “The quiet loser?”

You playfully hit his arm, causing him to wince and rub the spot. “No need to diss my future boyfriend now.”

“Okay, now you're delusional—and your taste in men is terrible too?”

“Oh fuck off, Nicholas,” you retorted, your eyes fixed on your phone, a smile spreading across your face as you read Taehyun's messages.

Hey YN, it’s Taehyun.

So, where do you wanna go?

You quickly typed up a response, “There’s a lovely spot not too far from here. Beautiful trees and a bench made for two. Oh, and there's a chance of snow today! It could be the perfect moment…unless you're not a fan of snow?”

He read your messages, and at this point, you were practically biting your fingernails, hoping he shared your affection for winter. It was your favorite season, with its enchanting snow and the opportunity to wear layers of cozy clothing.

That sounds wonderful. I love the snow :)

When?

With a sense of relief, you quickly arranged for the date to happen today, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement when Taehyun agreed. "I can't believe I just set up a date."

“I still don’t know what you see in him.”

“Stop being a mood killer, Nicho.”

You were spot on—tonight, snowfall was abundant, and Taehyun faced biting winds that blew the snowflakes into his face. Extending his hand, the snowflakes delicately settled in his palm, melting at his touch. At least the snow was pretty today.

Glancing at the time on his phone—6 PM, precisely on schedule—he approached the location. It was indeed a charming sight. The lights cast a soft glow above the bench, creating an atmosphere purposefully crafted for a romantic encounter for two. A smile graced his face; everything seemed just perfect, tailored to his ideal kind of date.

Sitting down on the bench, he looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of you at any moment. He waited.

And waited.

An hour had passed, and you hadn’t arrived. Taehyun was puzzled; where could you be? He was confident about the time—6 PM and the location you had chosen. His phone suddenly chimed, a notification he hoped was from you, but instead, it was a text from an unknown number.

You really think YN would go on a date with someone like you?

The text hit him like a ton of bricks.

She's popular, you're not. Why would she waste her time on a loser like you?

Doubt crept in, making his heart sink.

He felt a wave of nausea rising, his grip on the phone tightening, his fingers nearly turning numb. Did he raise his hopes for nothing? Did he really think that you were going to be different from the rest? The biting cold made it increasingly hard for him to catch his breath—how he despised the sensations coursing through him.

Nervously, his fingers hovered over your contact, finally pressing the call button. He didn’t know what he was doing, but it just felt like the right thing. Anxiously, he chewed on his lip while waiting on the line, and soon, he heard shuffling in the background. His eyes widened at how quickly you picked up the phone.

"Hey Taehyun?" Your voice sounded surprisingly calm on your end.

"Where are you?" he asked, trying to maintain composure, but the cold and wind were beginning to make him sound shaken up.

“I’m here with Nicholas—why do you ask?”

Taehyun should’ve known.

“So I’ve been waiting out here in the cold for no reason?”

“Huh?”

“The date you wanted to go on, YN. God, can you stop acting oblivious and tell me how you actually feel about me?” Taehyun feels the anger getting to him, his voice already rising.

“But the date is set to 8 PM? Wait, did I not tell you that?”

“That’s just a fucking excuse, isn’t it?”

“No, I thought I told you 8 PM? Oh my god—Taehyun, I’m so sorry. It’s a mistake, I swear!” You felt panicked, re-reading the text message you sent, realizing your mistake.

“Yeah right.” he just couldn’t help but chuckle at his situation.

“Taehyun, you have to believe me—” But he cut you off, “I already know how you feel. Thanks for playing with me—oh, and most important, thanks for ruining winter for me.”

“Wait—” But Taehyun hung up before you could continue. He had too many thoughts swirling in his head to deal with everything at that moment.

Taehyun sat alone on the snow-covered bench, the bitter cold seeping into him as he felt the disappointment and frustration swirl within. His emotions were a chaotic mess, a blend of anger, hurt, and the numbing chill of the winter night. The twinkling lights above seemed to mock his shattered hopes.

As he walked away, his shoulders weighed heavy with a mix of resentment and sorrow. Winter, once his beloved season, was now tarnished by this painful memory.

With a heavy heart, Taehyun knew this winter would forever hold a bitter taste, a season stained by a shattered promise and unfulfilled expectations.

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prolix-yuy · 1 year

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About Ms Jackson.. "“Catfish’s been walking around with a smile 24/7" I would love to see them teasing Frankie and making him blush but also super proud 🥰🥰

I love this ask! Pope did tease that the boys know what's going on, and there were a few days between the "session" and when they scheduled their first real date. So let's see how things progressed while they plucked up the courage to see each other again.

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Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Summary: How did the boys react to Frankie and Ms Jackson's meeting?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: M, descriptions of sex work, allusions to sexual acts, Frankie overthinking, Santi being the scheming best friend we all need, some light angst but mostly fluff. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Notes: Time for a little peek back at the beginning! I love bringing the boys back in to Frankie and Ms J's relationship, and that line did bring up some very cute scenes. Enjoy!

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

Santi makes an excuse to go over the day after - something about needing a tool, a made-up broken appliance - so he can see the result of his handiwork. He always hammered home that clients shouldn’t bleed into the boy’s lives, but there was something in your voice that made him pause. Either Will or Benny could have been good choices, and he knows you would have had an excellent time. But that one small sigh you made, the depth of hurt he could feel over the phone, the hesitation, all made his thoughts narrow to Frankie. He might be playing with fire, or he could be kindling a hearth in a home.

When Frankie opens the door, Santi’s chest expands. He’s lighter than Santi’s seen him in years, a bigger smile than necessary crinkling his face.

“Hey Santi, come in, I’ll get the pipe wrench for you. You want a beer or something?” Frankie asks, and there’s a goddamn bounce in his step as Santi follows him through the small apartment. Opening the slider door to a tiny balcony, Frankie kneels to rummage through his tool storage case. Santi leans causally in the doorway, studying Frankie’s broad back.

“How was last night?” he asks, fighting the smirk that wants to grace his face. Frankie stops rummaging, his hands dancing along the edge of the toolbox.

“It was…ah, hah, yeah, it was…” Frankie stammers, and Santi grins at his struggling friend.

“You can tell me the truth,” he prods, and Frankie grabs the pipe wrench and stands to face him.

He was right; Frankie’s almost sheepish as he hands Santi the wrench, leaning back against the balcony railing.

“First rule is not to get attached,” Frankie parrots, the words long etched in his brain. Santi rolls his eyes, tucking the excuse in his back pocket.

“Yeah and the second rule is I’m the boss and I’m asking if you had a good time.”

Frankie folds his arms, tilting his head down and chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment before meeting Santi’s gaze with a disbelieving smile.

“It was amazing,” he finally says, and his enthusiasm pulls Santi out of the doorway to clap a hand on his shoulder.

“I fucking knew it!” Santi crows, making Frankie blush several shades darker as he leans up next to him on the railing. “Tell me all about it. Is she cute?”

Frankie makes a face and pushes Santi with a wide palm.

“I don’t kiss and tell, pendejo,” he gripes.

“Are you serious? I pull off the greatest matchmaking of the twenty-first century and you’re not gonna spill?” Frankie rolls his eyes, but a smile is tugging at his lips.

“I don’t know, it was just…the connection was instant. That’s never happened before,” Frankie muses, Santi calming to watch him. The fondness that radiates in his eyes, the way his hands worry at his lower lip, the shifting posture, all blooms warmth in Santi’s chest.

“You get her number?” he asks, and Frankie bleats out a laugh.

“Yeah, we exchanged after dinner.” Santi’s eyebrows shoot up into his thick curls.

“Jeez, Fish, I knew you could be smooth but this is next level,” he laughs. “You gonna call her?”

At this Frankie’s posture shrinks imperceptibly, a small fall in his face.

“I want to. I really really want to. It’s just…it’s not supposed to start this way, you know? How’s she going to tell her friends we met?” Santi snickers loud enough that Frankie regards him more fully.

“Is that really what’s keeping you from the nicest thing you’ve let yourself have in ages?” Santi asks.

“We don’t really know each other,” Frankie refutes.

“That’s what first dates are for, idiota. Take her on one. Get to know her. If your chemistry outside the bedroom is half as good as in, you deserve to give it a shot.” Santi watches Frankie’s face as he turns the idea around in his head. It makes Santi sigh dramatically, pushing off from the balcony.

“And I deserve a beer for listening to you overthink this,” he says, heading in to raid Frankie’s fridge as he grumbles in behind him.

“Santi told us you met someone,” Benny asks when they’re out at the bar that night, sipping Modelos and waiting for the pool table to open up. Frankie stalls by taking a long pull, Benny’s expectant face hovering in his peripheral.

“It was a good session,” he finally responds, the butterflies in his stomach swirling as he recalls your face when you opened the door. The warmth of your body cradled in the bathtub. The softness of your mouth when he finally got to kiss you.

“I literally just watched you flash back like a lovestruck teenager, Frank, cut the bullshit,” Benny interrupts, making Frankie blush and tuck his chin deeper into his jacket collar. “When are you gonna call her?”

“I don’t know, she’s a client…” Frankie starts, but Benny interrupts him.

“Don’t pull that card, that’s just nerves talking. You remember Vanessa?” Benny asks, Frankie nodding. “She was a client first. You’re right to be careful, but there are exceptions. Plus then she knows what she’s getting into and you don’t have to have that awkward ‘I do sex work’ conversation with someone new.”

“But I don’t anymore.”

“See, but you did, and let me tell you, the girls that see that as a dealbreaker aren’t worth your time.” Benny sees a table open up and jogs to it, putting down a few crumpled dollars on the wood frame. “Just call, you’re so obviously into her.”

Frankie waves Benny off, going to choose a pool cue, but when he comes back Benny puts a grounding hand on his shoulder.

“There’s some part of you that’s saying you don’t deserve this, and I am emphatically telling that voice to fuck off. You do. I haven’t seen you this relaxed in ages, brother, and if kicking your ass over this decision helps you make it I will gladly smear you down the sidewalk. And in this game.” Benny releases Frankie’s shoulder with a slap, walking around the table rack up the balls. When he’s not looking Frankie surreptitiously checks his phone.

No calls, no new messages. He pockets it and takes another pensive sip of his beer.

“Did Santi really blab this to everyone?” Frankie bemoans, a smile creeping onto Will’s face from under the car hood.

“I think he’s prouder of himself than of you,” Will teases, straightening up to wipe oil from his hands. Frankie normally has no issues changing his own, but the shop is convenient and Will was waiting for a customer pickup.

“It’s been two days, right? That’s an acceptable time to wait. You don’t look desperate, and she’s had enough time to hope you might call,” Will offers, a knowing smile making Frankie sigh and tilt his face to the ceiling.

“I know, I know, I just…fuck,” Frankie murmurs, and Will’s face softens, sitting on a shop stool while Frankie paces.

“I did think Santi might be playing it up, but I see it too, Fish. You’ve had a really hard go of it lately, and this is the first time I can remember you actually looking excited about something.” Frankie avoids Will’s observant gaze, tapping his fingers on the hood of his truck. Analyzing the scratches he wants to buff out is easier than going down this path.

“What’s stopping you?” Will asks, and Frankie sighs long and exhaustively.

What was making this so hard?

“I don’t want to fuck it up. She’s funny, and sweet, and pretty, and I am really fucking attracted to her. But everything I’ve tried to do right the last few years I’ve made a mess of. I don’t want to make a mess of her. She doesn’t deserve that.”

Will nods, staring hard at Frankie’s discomfort.

“You told her about yourself?”

“Some, not everything.”

“She tell you about herself?”

“Yeah, went through a bad divorce, couldn’t bring herself to date. She thought this might be easier.” Frankie laughs a little at that. Turns out nothing is remotely easy about this.

“Broken pieces can still come together well,” Will says sagely, making Frankie snort.

“Okay Gandhi,” he teases, making Will toss a shop towel at him.

“Fine, don’t take my advice.”

“But?”

“But what?”

“Normally that comes with a ‘but’ at the end of it.”

“But nothing. You don’t have to do shit I tell you.” Will gets up at the crunch of a car turning into the drive. “But three out of four probably aren’t wrong,” he shoots over his shoulder before going to greet the customer.

Monday night inventory at the shop had devolved into beers on Will’s back porch, the first vestiges of spring finally making an appearance. Santi complained that it was too cold to drink with jackets on, the response of course being to mercilessly force him outside. The air is crisp and clean, the beer on Frankie’s tongue mellow and cleansing. He’s glad this remained after everything that happened between them.

A ping echoes from Frankie’s pocket, muffled under his jacket. He digs in as Benny rattles off next weekend’s game stats to Santi, Will emerging from the house with a platter of burgers. The name on the text glows up on Frankie’s face, illuminating the progression of confusion, realization and elation.

“She texted,” he breathes out, and the noise comes to a stop.

“Wait really?” Benny spins to Frankie, who turns the phone screen to the boys with a dazed smile.

“Holy shit, we love a girl with some initiative!” Santi crows, slapping Frankie on the back. They crowd behind him to look at the text.

Hey Frankie

I hope it’s okay that I texted first. We haven’t been that traditional in the first place, right?

I had an amazing time on Friday, and I’d like to see you again if that’s not breaking any rules.

“Fish, you cannot let this girl get away,” Benny says, jostling Frankie enough that he bats them all away.

“Okay, okay, I’ll text her back,” Frankie gripes with no heat behind the words.

“Remember - tell her something that lets you know you listened to her!”

“Suggest a date!”

“Place and time, buddy, show her you’re serious.”

The overlapping voices fade to the background as Frankie types out his response.

Been meaning to call you since Saturday morning, but I got in my own head about it.

I don’t mind breaking rules. How does Friday at seven sound?

Your text returns moments later, the boys all watching in anticipation.

Sounds a little far away, but I’m a patient woman.

Frankie grins into his chest as the boys erupt into cheers, jostling him around and shouting about bets places without his knowledge. It covers up your second text, just for Frankie.

Can’t wait to see you again.

Neither can he.

From the other side of the porch Santi smiles slyly into his beer, the email he sent that morning a secret he’ll keep close for the time being.

Catfish’s been walking around with a smile 24/7. Let’s call that session on the house. Although when we get to meet, you’re paying me back in drinks.

If that was the nudge you both needed, he was happy to be of service.

END

The story continues in Nine in the Afternoon

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 8: Happy Xmas (War is Over)

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 2.9k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won’t be smut in this series)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, FLUFF, mentions of car accident, mentions of scars, body dysmorphia, rooster keeps blaming himself, partial nudity(someone takes off their tshirt, nothing more), i can't think of anything else-

A/N: SURPRIIIIIIIISE! i kept thinking about thena and rooster and here we are, almost 3 thousand words later. Enjoy the happy times, you can't know how they could end!

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Can you give him a chance? That's a good question, actually. He's been so sweet to you these past few days; you can't deny that. And honestly, seeing him around Jesse, the way he talks and plays with him, how he's always checking whether he can touch you or not, with or without words…

This Rooster isn't the same that hurt you when you were 17.

“You don’t have to answer me now,” he says, moving away from you and making your body shiver because of the loss of warmth. “Let’s go with the rest. Jesse must be really worried”

You can hear in his voice the sadness he’s feeling right now. Maybe he thinks that your lack of answer means you don’t want to give him a chance.

“Bradley, wait,” you mutter, your body not allowing you to speak any louder. All your energies are focused on not having an anxiety attack due to the intensity of the moment. He hears you and turns around, a hopeful expression morphing his features. “If I give you a chance… we’re gonna need to establish some limits”

You’ve never seen him smile like that. “Okay, let’s negotiate”

“Negotiate? No, no. I’m telling you which are the lines you can’t cross,” you retort.

“You’ve never been in a relationship before, so I’m gonna have to push those lines a bit to make this work. It’s teamwork, grouchy. We make a good team”

“When we fly. We’ve never tried this before”

“Well, I know for a fact that you’re the only person I want to fly with,” he moves a strand of hair that has fallen in your face. “Maybe you’ll end up being the person I want to spend the rest of my life with”

“Aren’t you going a bit fast?” You chuckle, but something inside of you, a tiny part, wishes that to be true.

“Many girls would be over the moon if someone told them that.”

You raise your head, looking him dead in the eye. “I’m not like the other girls.”

He nods. “Yeah, that’s one of the many things I like about you”

“There’s more?”

“Want a list?” he deadpans, making you laugh. He makes it look so easy…

“Someday. Let’s focus on this list now. First: no sex”

“I wasn’t even thinking about it. This is about you. And I don’t want you to think that my main goal is to get in your pants.” His tone is serious, and you know he means every word.

“Okay, good”

“What about kissing?” he asks.

“Well... you didn't seem to like that,” you say, embarrassed, looking at the floor.

"What? Why would you think that?" He looks genuinely confused.

"When we had to kiss in front of Jesse, you had your eyes closed"

"...you literally know nothing about relationships," he says, shaking his head and moving his hands to your face, caressing your cheeks again. "Does it feel good?"

You don't understand the sudden change of topic. "Yes? But what does-"

"Close your eyes"

You do as he says. His fingers, calloused by years of working, move over your skin in slow motion. It does feel different when your eyes are closed. It's more intense. "I think I get it"

"You do? Let's see"

His lips are pressing against yours before you know it. It's just a peck, like the one you initiated not so long ago. But it's way too different. It makes your heart feel warm and your cheeks heat up. You almost feel like your knees are about to buckle.

It's completely different.

When he pulls away, he kisses the tip of your nose before chuckling like a teenager. "You can open your eyes now, fly girl"

You open them, and his face is still so close that his nose rubs yours. "Well, kisses are important, right?"

"Oh yes, really important" he agrees, nodding.

"We should kiss"

He keeps nodding, his smile getting bigger and prettier. "In fact, I think we should kiss again."

He kisses you, this time pecking your lips, your nose, your cheeks... He pecks all over your face until you giggle, the breathy sound making him giggle too. "God, you're so beautiful."

You roll your eyes. "Shut up, nugget. Well, next thing on the list. Boyfriend it's a big word and I don't know if I'm ready for that"

"Then fuck boyfriend and girlfriend!" He declares aloud, and some people who are walking toward the town square turn their heads to look at the man in front of them. "We'll be grouchy and nugget"

"You really like nugget"

He shrugs. "I'm a basic nugget"

You laugh and shake your head. "I want a date"

"You'll have a date. You and me. Tomorrow. I'll plan everything"

"...how long have you been wanting this to happen?"

"I can't even remember," he lets out. "There are a few things on my list"

"Your what?" he asks, grabbing your hand and leading you to the town square, but the tree is visible from where you are, and the lights are already on. "Rooster, what list?"

"I'm sleeping on the bed with you"

"Oh, yes, please. You're hot"

“Thank you” He laughs, putting his arm around your shoulders.

"I mean, you're really warm! Oh my god"

"Easy, grouchy. Your secret's safe with me." He winks at you, and you groan. "You'll call Phoenix and tell her we have something going on. She's been trying to get us together since last year"

"Oh, I've noticed. Anything else?"

He stops in front of you, holding your hand and raising it to his lips, pressing them softly against your knuckles. "Whenever I say you're beautiful, you have to believe it"

"I'll do it when you stop blaming yourself"

He sighs, dropping your hand. "Thena…"

"Don't Thena me. I was driving, Rooster"

"I went to your house in the first place"

"Because your mother had died, and you were alone! Look, you were driving under the influence when you got to my house; that’s true." You grab his face between your hands, making him look at you. "But you didn't drive after that. I did. I wasn't drunk. For fuck's sake, a truck driver fell asleep. It wasn’t your fault."

He kisses the palm of your hand before moving away. "I know, fly girl. But if I hadn't gone to your house..."

"One day, you'll stop blaming yourself. I'm gonna make it my personal mission," you say before walking away.

"Are you mad?" Rooster asks you, standing behind you in the little bathroom. He's making eye contact with you through the mirror.

You stop brushing your teeth, letting out a sigh. "I'm just… Sad. You don't deserve to spend the rest of your life torturing yourself for something that wasn't your fault"

"Thena, someone made you feel like a monster because of that scar. You wouldn't have that scar if I didn't-"

You turn around and cover his mouth with your hand before he can say anything else. "Don't say another word or I'll punch you"

You say that, trying to lift the mood, but it seems like you've found the real problem. He's not blaming himself for the accident.

He's blaming himself for the marks left on your body.

"Bradley," you say, letting your hand fall from his mouth.

"Can I see it?"

You face the mirror again, weighing his words. You’re not ashamed of your scar, but you’re not showing it around either. If you don’t show him your scar, it will reinforce his idea that you feel like a monster. You breathe in as calmly as you can, and by the time you breathe out, you have lifted your shirt enough for the scar to be seen.

You see his eyes in the mirror, moving from the scarred skin to your face and holding their gaze. His hand moves slowly, his fingers twitching as if he were making a herculean effort to stop himself. You nod slowly, granting him permission to touch you. His fingers are like feathers against your skin—soft and pleasant. It’s a new type of contact you’re not familiar with.

It's not like when you trace the scar absentmindedly while watching a movie or reading a book.

It doesn't feel hesitant, as if he's afraid of touching such unappealing skin as yours.

Not only that, but it feels like he’s touching one of Bernini’s marble sculptures, his fingers following every edge and curve, as if he were learning by heart the shape of your belly.

You’re tempted to close your eyes and lean back to rest your head against his body, but his eyes never leave yours. It’s like he's trying to say something without words. It feels like his brown orbs are screaming at you: ‘I’m here. I’ve seen the worst of you. And I’m not going anywhere’

And it’s true. He's seen every negative aspect of your personality; he's seen you angry, sad, and lonely. However, he’s here with you, in a tiny bathroom, embracing what you loathe the most about you.

“Turn around,” he whispers again, as if raising his voice a bit could ruin the moment. "Do you trust me?"

"Bradley," you frown, not understanding a thing, "why are you asking that?"

"Do you trust me?" He insists.

"Yes," you answer without a doubt. Love and trust are two different things. You can love someone but not trust him. You can trust someone but not love him. In this case, he's been there for the last ten years of your life. And he has never given you reason to doubt him.

He takes off his hoodie, throwing it out of the bathroom. He must have seen the instant fear in your eyes, because he leans in and kisses your forehead. "I still remember the no sex rule, don't worry."

"Then why are you taking your clothes off?"

"It'll make sense. Can you take it off, too?"

There's a silent plea in his eyes for you to trust him. With shaky hands, you remove the warm cloth from your body, being left in your bra. The cool air makes you shiver, with goosebumps covering your skin. This is the most naked you've been in front of a man in years.

But you don't feel like he's doing this to see your body. It makes you feel safe and nervous at the same time.

"You see my scars?" He inquires, forcing you to look at them. You've always suspected that his were worse because he couldn't hide them. He had to look at them whenever he stood in front of a mirror or took a selfie... you can hide it. He can't.

"I see them"

"Do you like them?"

"I mean, liking it is a strong feeling. But they're part of you. And I like you"

He looks at you with a small smile. "Oh, you like me?"

"Shut up, nugget" You laugh, a bit overwhelmed by the situation. "I like you, and all your scars. Physical and not."

"You told me yesterday that these scars mean we are alive. I haven't been able to get that thought out of my head" he takes one of your hands and moves it to his shoulder, your fingers finding the scar in a second. "Remember in college, when you tried to play volleyball with the team, but you had so much work that you had to leave the team?" You nod, and he takes a deep breath. "Some guys from the football team went to one of your last matches. You lifted off your t-shirt to wipe the sweat off your face and one of them saw the scar and said horrible things"

"Wait, were you the one that broke Charlie Benson's nose?" He is the one nodding now. "Rooster!"

"It didn't click until that moment that a scar in a man is hot, but in a woman is a flaw. Whenever I look at my scars, I remember yours," he admits, finally getting the weight out of his chest.

"So you don't hate yourself or blame yourself for the accident, but for my scar? Bradley that's-"

"Someone made you feel like a monster for that scar." He cuts you in, displaying his true emotions in front of you. "That was one of my biggest fears"

"The only monster in that room was the one saying those words," you say, fury running through your veins. It takes you a moment to realize what you have said. You haven't blamed yourself for trusting Solo; you are blaming him for abusing the trust you so naively placed in him.

There's a proud smile on Rooster's face. "That's my girl. Such a good start"

"So, was there any reason to make me take off my clothes?"

He kneels down, placing his hands on your hips. When his lips press softly against the scarred skin, all the pent-up emotions, all the fears—everything becomes too much. The tears fall before you can even stop them.

"Is this what being loved feels like?" you ask him, your hands moving up to sink between his locks.

"Give me a chance, and I'll show you how it feels," he says, leaving one last kiss before getting up, grabbing his discarded hoodie, and putting it over your body. "Enough experiments for a day"

"Nugget, wait," you say as you move in front of him, kissing the scar on his shoulder. "I'm giving you a chance. Don't make me regret this"

He picks you up from the floor and carries you to the bed, kissing you softly before turning off the lights. "Go to sleep or I'll spend all night kissing you"

You open your arms, making grabby hands. "You're my personal teddy bear, now"

He chuckles and hugs you close, kissing your forehead. "You can literally ask for anything, and I'll give it to you, you know"

"Oh, really?" You smirk.

"I'm regretting this already," he whines, laying on the bed with you and whispering good night before falling asleep.

"Can you remind me what's the plan for today?" You say this while walking with him across town, hand in hand, holding a warm chocolate cup in the other.

"We still need to look for the Secret Santa presents, because I know you haven’t bought yours yet. After that, we’re gonna go look for a beautiful dress. The Christmas party is in two days. Later, we’ll get lunch, and we’ll go home because we still haven’t seen A Charlie Brown Christmas and Jesse’s getting desperate. The ice rink has opened today, so we have to go. And then we have reservations at that French restaurant you love.” You look at him, completely astonished. He really has planned out the whole day.

“Wait, you got us a reservation at La Vie de Champs? Even the waiting list is full!”

“I have my ways, grouchy.” He flashes you a proud smile, and you laugh. “Okay, let’s go to the antique shop, I have some ideas”

“So... you drew my dad? Is that why we’re here?” you ask once you’ve arrived at the store. “You know he likes old things”

“I’m not telling you, fly girl. That wouldn’t be fun”

You walk around the store, enjoying the characteristic smell of antique shops. Your dad said once: ‘This is what history smells like.’ You remember his words every time you walk past one of these stores. There's a lot of lovely furniture, vintage dresses and jewelry, and a variety of other items that might be useful if you drew Sarah's name. But you pulled Rooster, and it’s proving difficult to find the perfect gift for him.

The store is so big that you lose him for a moment, and once you find him again, he has a blue paper bag in his hand. “You found a gift already?”

“Yep. "It was easy," he shrugs, looking behind you. "Wait, is that… It can be”

You follow his gaze, looking at a dark wooden cabinet with a collection of different Polaroid cameras. It has really old ones, and some of them seem pretty new—not even a scratch on them.

“Have I ever shown you my dad’s Polaroid album?” he says, picking up one of the cameras with a sad smile on his face.

“I don’t think so"

“Really? He took a picture of us; I was four, and you were a baby. It was a few days before he... well. It's a cute picture. A really cute one,” he adds.

“You have to show me those pictures once we’re back home,” you say, caressing his back. Talking about his father always elicits mixed emotions.

He leaves the camera back on the shelf. “I always carry the album with me. This is like the one he used. My mom accidentally broke my dad’s camera when I was little, she was so sad when she had to throw it away…”

Rooster’s phone rings, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Oh, it’s from the base. I’ll take this, you can look around a bit more,” he says, kissing your head before getting out of the store.

“Thanks, Carole,” you mutter, knowing that wherever she is, she can hear you. “Now I know what to get him.”

You pick the camera with a knowing feeling that this Christmas is going to be a very special one.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 7 months

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I have no idea if you're still answering anything despite your hiatus and constant uploads, but could you recommend any fics that include drinking games, or just getting to know each other hang outs with the squad (not just John and Sherlock)? I love the friendships!

Hey Lovely!

Ah, I'm done my 2 week hiatus, and even then I was, as you said, still fairly active LOL. I just needed a break from feeling obligated to get new lists out right away, is all! :)

I do have a few lists you might enjoy:

Games

Games Pt. 2

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock Pt 2

Those are pretty broad lists, so here's the exact fics from them you may prefer. If Anyone has any they want to suggest, as always, please do!

DRINKING GAMES / HANGING OUT

Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace(T, 2,073 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Drinking Games) – In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game.

Bored Games by patster223(K+, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Cluedo / Board Games, Friendship, Humour) – Sherlock is bored and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.

Paranoia by Ewebie(M, 3,789 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Drinking Games, Scotland Yard Gang, Jealous / Possessive Sherlock, Inappropriate Questions, Embarrassed John, Matchmakers) – John and Sherlock join the gang of Scotland Yard for a night of drinking, and it gets a bit personal and revealing.

Right Foot Red by Irrevocably_Sherlocked(E, 3,089 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss/Time, Board Games, Frottage, Masturbation, PWP, Friends to Lovers, Come as Lube, Come Marking) – ...ok, it’s juvenile, but at least it’s a game where touching is allowed. And if something more were to happen, well, John can’t say he’d be too upset about that. “What are the rules of this game?” Sherlock asks, the disdain evident on the word ‘game’. “I spin, you do as I say.” John thinks he sees a slight widening of those pale grey eyes at that, just for a fraction of a second, before it is shut down. Oh, this is interesting, he thinks.

The Hand You're Dealt by MapleleafCameo(M, 9,806 w., 6 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Card Games, Alternate First Meeting, No Slash / Platonic Relationship) – John wouldn't have minded so much if only Sherlock would stop introducing him as 'John Watson. I won him in a poker game.’

The Hand You're Dealt by MapleleafCameo(M, 10,624 w., 6 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Card Games, Alternate First Meeting, No Slash / Platonic Relationship) – John wouldn't have minded so much if only Sherlock would stop introducing him as 'John Watson. I won him in a poker game.’

Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles(E, 10,655 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Drinking Games, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers) – John and Sherlock tag along for the Met's weekly night out, where the evening's chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror(E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

MARKED FOR LATER

Sherlock Learns How To Play Strip Poker (and loses badly) by wendymarlowe (E, 5,127 w., 3 Ch. || Strip Games, Strip Poker, Blindfolds, First Time) – Sherlock has deleted the rules to poker, so he demands John teach him. Strip poker, because why not. And blindfolded, because John refuses to play without Sherlock having a handicap to counteract his giant brain. The fact that John can now ogle Sherlock's increasingly-nude body is just a bonus, of course. Part 33 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

In a manner of speaking I'm dead by fellshish (T, 6,372 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Mystrade, Angst With Happy Ending, PIning, First Kiss, Drunk Idiots, Drinking Games, Humour) – Sherlock and John accidentally dress in matching outfits for Lestrade's Halloween party. Things only get worse: someone pushes them to play 'Never have I ever'.

Spin The Bottle by helloliriels (M, 8,120 w., 6 Ch. || Drinking Games, Calls/Phones, Strip Games, Truth or Dare) – Have you ever played this game before, Sherlock?

The Mole by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (T, 18,378 w., 8 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Reality TV AU || Mystery, Adventure, Games, First Kiss/Time, Humour, Romance) – Ten strangers — Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Martha Hudson, Molly Hooper, Jim Moriarty, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson, Mary Morstan, and Irene Adler — must work as a team to win money on a reality TV show hosted by Mycroft Holmes. The twist? One of them is a mole, hired by the producers to sabotage the game.

The Last Drop by Phyona (M, 20,185 w. || Pre-Slash, UST, Drinking & Talking, Drinking Games, Spooning, Witty Banter, Intense Conversations) – Sherlock and John fend off boredom with a night of heavy drinking. Part 1 of the The First and Last Trilogy series

#steph replies #drinking games #game fics #hanging out fics #my fic recs

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elderflowergin · 3 months

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3 K-drama moments (January edition)

1. Kim Hae-sook expressing her rage at a young Japanese officer in full satoori and banmal in Gyeongseong Creature. Until this point she has been a capable right hand to Park Seo-joon, restrained, deadly efficient and completely unshakeable. But long-simmering fears and frustrations are boiling over everywhere in Gyeongseong and elsewhere, resulting in this atypical, shocking conversation with a junior officer who sympathises with them but cannot bridge the colonial gap. Language is so significant in this genre, and it’s so visceral when Kim Hae-sook openly vents to this man in her own language, in her own dialect.

Gyeongseong Creature is a pretty dark take on human experimentation, the last gasp of colonial horrors in a dying empire and the endurance of community. Park Seo-joon (and Han So-hee to a lesser extent) have to be the heroes; nonetheless the story understands that liberation is won not by strong-jawed men who talk pretty, but by community, by ordinary people doing extraordinary things together.

Kdrama has a wealth of supporting actors and it's no different here, with Jo Han-cheol, Kang Mal-geum, the aforementioned Kim Hae-sook, Claudia Kim and lovely, lovely Kim Yoon-woo in an affecting subplot (you might have seen him as Ryang Eum in My Dearest). Hate that Netflix made this one a cliffhanger, but they got me. Now, please give us a grown up romance with Jo Han-cheol in it. Our man's earned it.

2. Jung Jin-young’s vividly joyous sex life with his partner played by Yang Mal-bok in LTNS. The astonishing tenderness of their meeting, their love story and the joy he has brought to her arid, parched life are all so well-done that I had a lump in my throat throughout the episode.

This show took atypical love and affair stories, the sort we tend to mock or criticise - the plain girl sleeping with the married colleague, the fiftysomethings rediscovering their zest for life in each other’s bodies, the married lipstick lesbian who keeps coming back into her ex’s life - and offered so much kindness and love in the writing and the framing of those stories. @drivingsideways remarked that it was so different from anything Kdrama has given us, and that is completely correct.

Esom and Ahn Jae-hong were beyond excellent as a troubled couple that maybe shouldn't have married all those years ago - people who were maybe always a little too different, and then papered over their differences with the routines of matrimony. I suspect this was all too real to appeal to the general audience and I don't think this is going to be nomination-heavy. But it deserves to be.

3. Hwa-rok running from the handsome Officer Jeong in the brilliantly written The Matchmakers. The youngest sister in the famously unmarried trio of Namsan, Hwa-rok is a very relatable babe who really wants to get married! Get a husband! Have SEX! - and manifests this through her popular erotica series. The bond between Hwa-rok and the shy, upright officer whose first introduction to her is all the erotica she writes is one of the most adorable plots on this incredibly cute show.

I have several feelings about The Matchmakers, namely that it is the rare romance I respect despite the minimal chemistry between the leads. The writing was top-notch and the lead acting didn't quite live up to it - this is not a criticism of Cho Yi-hyun or Rowoon, but rather a testament to the sheer wealth of talent in Kdrama and how accustomed we've become to actors elevating material. Rowoon surprisingly grew on me in this, with his physicality and his looks somehow making Gyeongwoonjae indelible despite his iPhone-knowing face. I might do a separate post on this yet, but it was absolutely worth the watch, and all of you were right, especially @haraxvati who bravely advocated for Rowoon's talents.

#3 kdrama moments: january edition #i am trying something new!#let's see if it works #LTNS #the matchmakers #gyeongseong creature

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