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onepiecepetalfanfics089 · 9 months

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hello!! i love your writing and i was wondering if i could request a yandere luffy x reader, where he really really wants to get reader pregnant and start a family even if it isn’t exactly what she wants? feel free to make it as dark as you’d like! thank you 💖

All Mine~..

The sky was sunny and bright as you casually hummed a song while doing one of your tasks on the ship. While you were working though Luffy, your captain was sitting down on the floor..just staring at you..or more specifically..your stomach.

You could already feel his stare from a mile away but tried your best to ignore it as his eyes followed your every single move.

Finally, he spoke up. His head tilted while wide eyes stared intently at you and your body.

“Hey Y/N? Where’s your big stomach at?!”

Blinking and slowly turning to your captain, you paused for a bit as an uncomfortable feeling started to grow.

“W-What do you mean Luffy?..”

You said softly while genuinely being confused.

Something then popped in your head and sighed. “..wait do you mean baby bump?..what pregnant woman have?..” You then asked while raising an eyebrow.

Only a week ago, Robin had made a joke about you and Luffy being a cute couple and how she guaranteed they you would have the cutest babies.It seemed like Luffy was getting a bit obsessed with the idea because he wouldn’t stop staring at your stomach, or just hugging your waist possessively in general.

Now that you think about it…genuinely for the past week he’s been acting very..persistent about it…

The cheery captain seemed to smile widely at just the mention of ‘baby’ while nodding enthusiastically and glanced at your stomach again.

“Yeah! Shshi!! When’s that gonna come? I want us to be family soon!”

Giving him a puzzled look you slowly looked away and sighed.

“Uhh that’s not how it works luff…” you said, your voice low with a undertone of annoyance and a bit of uncomfortableness as you finally finished your task and leaned against the wall.

It was now Luffy’s turn to be confused as he tilted his head. “Huh?..what do you mean?..I want you to have babies so why can’t you?!”

He asked now with a little annoyance, a dangerous glint hiding behind a pout. There was something about the way his smile quickly dropped when you mentioned you were having a baby yet..You gulped and quickly look away.

“Well luffy we have to go through a certain…process..and I dont think I’m ready to have kids yet y’know?..why don’t we wait until we finally reach our goal until we start thinking about stuff like that hah..” you said with a nervous laugh while slowly trying to hide the fact that your heart was beating very quickly.

Something just didn’t feel right about the way he seemed to react whenever you brought up the way you weren’t really ready for a child. But now..you were actually questioning your choices on if you got on the right ship..

Turning your head back at luffy since you’d been avoiding eye contact the whole conversation, you saw his expression went dark, a shadow covered his eyes while a frown was almost permanently placed on his lips.

Sitting up from his spot you were surprised by how he seemed to look over you and give off a aura you’d never seen or felt before.

All it took was a silent glare from him, his eyes piercing into yours, pinning you in place. He didn’t even have to move In this state to have your feet practically glued to the floor and your mouth running dry.

“Y/N..we’re having a big happy family. It’s a captain’s order..you can’t disobey that you know…we’re saving it sooner or later and there’s no doubt about it.”

Still staring up at him you couldn’t even piece together words together to reply, he slowly got closer to you as he kept his eyes on you the whole time.

“Understand?..”

He said, it wasn’t a question..more like a statement with a bit of a warning to what you would say next.

How could you possibly forget how scary your captain could be..? And how persistent he is to get whatever he wants..

Voice shaking and having no idea what to say you could only just stand there like a deer in head lights. His look was almost expectant as he slowly inched even closer to you..

“Dinners ready everyone!!!”

A voice then shouted from lower deck, you slowly breathed a sigh of relief while you saw the darkness in luffy’s eyes disappear. He looked at you for a few moments, crap! He was still waiting for you to…respond to his statement.

Slowly nodding your head you said nothing. Your head felt dazed and you honestly just needed some space and food to break the tension..

Delicious food was set all around the table as everyone in the crew all gathered around, seeming happy and definitely chatty per usual, Though you couldn’t help but stay silent while getting your plate and the food you desired.

Thoughts were just scrambling through your mind about this mess and luffy’s thoughts..

What was he going to do?

Why did he care so much of having a baby?..

What would he do to make you be apart of his ‘big happy family..?’

Taking a deep breath you say down in one of the chairs at the table and started to eat silently while staring at your plate. You then felt a hand on your shoulder, the hand was graceful and very gentle.

Slowly turning your head to saw it was Nami, she had a somewhat worried look on her face. Blinking a few times you assured her that things were fine and she nodded.

After that for a few minutes you and her engaged in a conversation, everything was going good and finally felt at ease after the whole ordeal with Luffy…

Could you possibly fix things?..yeah! You definitely could! Yea sure he was a bit hard headed sometimes but maybe if you just tell him how you feel then everything would be fine right?

…

For the last few minutes you talked to Nami and Robin since they were both women of crew also about luffy and his..infatuation. They both agreed with your thoughts and told you to just talk to him, that he just needed a little guidance sometimes because their one and only captain could be an idiot sometimes..

Feeling a new sense of confidence wash over you while you put your dish away you walking out of the dining area on the ship and towards the deck, finally ready to talk to Luffy about this little mishap.

Matching up to him with an almost proud smile, he grinned at you. Wrapping his stretchy arms around you with a grin.

“Hey Y/N! Zoro and Sanji told me how to make babies! You ready?!”

Slowly narrowing your eyes to the green haired swordsman and the cook you glared at then and they seemed to catch it. They looked surprised at your glare that was clearly saying: why did you tell him you idiots?!?!

Sighing as you looked back up at Luffy you frowned.

“Uh yeah about that Luffy….I don’t want kids..I’ve already made up my mind and I know you really want them but I just want you to understand that I’m not ready..at least right now..we can just wait! It’s cute…in a way that you wanna have kids so soon but..it’s just not gonna happen..”

Silence..he went silent and stared at you blankly.

Slowly he got back to moving and let out an exaggerated sigh, running a hand across his face.

“Y/N..come onnn..this isn’t funny anymore..hurry up and let’s just make babies already!!” He Said rather loudly, causing you to get a little fed up.

“Ugh! No Luffy! Please just get it through your head that I DONT want kids right now!! Please stop asking!!”

A frown appeared on his face again as he went silent.

Rolling your eyes you were about to say more, until he grabbed your hands forcefully and pulled you away from the deck.

Eyes widening at his tight grip and the sudden action you tried to pull away but that of course was rendered useless since this was the future pirate king we’re talking about.

Bringing you to his captains quarters he threw you on the bed, slamming the door and locking it with a soft and quiet sigh.

Slowly stepping closer and standing over the bed he hovered over you with an almost blank expression as he grabbed the both of your hands and put them up forcefully with his strength.

“Luffy! Stop this!! I-It isn’t funny!!! I’m being serious!”

Saying nothing he got the bed and quickly started to undress you. Slowly, he ran his hands across your body. Down to touch and rub every shape and size of it..

Your eyes widened at what was about to happen as you slowly looked up at him fearfully. He looked up at your face finally….and smiled cheerfully. The smile you thought was sweet..pure and charming..

“Don’t worry Y/N! This won’t hurt..by the end of this..we’ll be a big happy family! After all..you’re All Mine..”

Hiiii i know I’m writing this SO late and I’m so sorry!! I had a lot of homework and practice but I got it by midnight!!…I think..thank you so much to @flowercrowns-goodvibes for this request and I LOVED the idea! Thank you darling! I honestly and genuinely hope you like this because I worked hard on it and I tried to make his character accurate but scary y’know? I honestly hope it’s not too short but if it is I’ll add to it! <33Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you all loved this!! Bye my flowers petals!! 🌸🌸❤️❤️🌺🌺

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byhees · 7 months

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adore ━━ ( 엔하이픈 희승 ) ♡ genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read skinship kissing

thinking about boyfriend heeseung who absolutely adores you; and although he could go on and on about just how much he loves you, there are specific moments that tug especially hard at his heartstrings.

first of all, cuddles with you, regardless of it being the early mornings, or the late nights; he loves, loves, loves the softness of being by your side— when you lightly card your fingers through his locks, absentmindedly playing with the strands of hair, he’s left smiling. when you try to big-spoon him, arm barely draping over his side, head buried in his chest, he’s left smiling once more. and when you get up from said position? oh boy, he’s not left smiling anymore!! you’d softly ask him to shift over to give you some space to get up from the bed, and he’d just look down to meet your gaze, a tiny pout tugging on his lips— “don’t wanna move.. you’re comfy”, okay fine.. when you’re looking at me with those irresistible doe eyes, it’s pretty hard to reject— so yes… you win this time…. again…

secondly! when you talk— it could be a ramble, a question, a statement, anything; he’s so in love with your voice, he could be crowned ‘lovesick champion’; tries to get every opportunity possible to hear you talk, even if it’s to the most ridiculous, ludicrous of questions— insists that it’s better than any song out there. and, and, he won’t hesitate to reiterate the fact that he could really just talk to you for hours and not get tired of your voice or laugh, that he really could never get tired of you at all; “should i stop talking? it’s getting repetitive, right?” he’d hear you say, and in an instant, his head whips up from its comfortable position against the pillow, eyelids fluttering open. “please don’t, you have no idea how calming this is to me”, and he means every word.

lastly, when you wear his clothes— oh my god he can’t emphasise just how much he loves this… when the material engulfs your body in the cutest of ways possible, when the sleeves of his hoodies cascade past your wrists, when his shirts fall just above your knees— he’s melting; you look so adorable, and so, so pretty. would intentionally leave his clothes around your place; teases you the moment he catches sight of you in his shirt— just know that “is that mine?” translates to “oh my god that looks absolutely stunning on you, but i mean everything does.. y’know what, that’s actually yours now. congratulations on getting a free shirt!!!”

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dabislittlemouse · 9 months

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When you got home from work that night you can honestly say you weren’t expecting what you walked in on. You had to stop and take it in, and take pictures too, because if it wasn’t the damn cutest thing you’d ever seen. Dabi was here, he was always around for when you got off work, and he must have been exhausted because he was out cold. But the surprising thing wasn’t that he was asleep….

It was the kitten curled up on his stomach. He had one arm behind his back and the other protectively wrapped around the bottom of the kitten to keep it from rolling off him. You were quiet as you kicked your shoes off and tugged out of your work clothes even as you moved closer to the bed. The kitten made a small noise and you cooed gently as you slipped into the bed. It was a beautiful color honestly, pitch black with one little white spot on its chest, and you curled up close to Dabi.

“… Tch it’s about damn time you got home…” his voice was raspy and deep from sleep and you took your eyes off the kitten to tilt your head back. Dabi was gazing down at you with lidded eyes even as he moved his other arm to wrap around your shoulders. The kitten mewled and then you found yourself with a face full of kitten and you felt more than heard Dabi’s laugh. “Haha guess he likes ya. Can’t say I blame the runt… My princess is the best after all” Dabi moved to press his lips to your head and you smiled softly against the kittens fur.

“You’re completely biased Dabi… Where did you even find him anyway?” You asked softly even as the kitten began to purr and he settled in against you. Dabi was quiet for a moment even as his fingers fiddled with your hair. Then he gave a gentle tug and tilted your head back so he could catch your eyes. Your eyes met cobalts that were…. Surprisingly soft as he gazed down at you.

“…. Tch. Just found the little runt but it works out y’know…. A kitten for my other little kitten” he said with a grin and you snorted softly. “You big ol dork….” You teased before you closed your eyes. Dabi stared down at you, cuddled close to him with the kitten, and he would deny it until the day his quirk burned him alive but…..

He swore he felt his heart swell a little more as he looked down at you. And he knew, then and there, that he would do anything to keep you safe and sound. Even if he had to lock you away somewhere to do it.

Bean this made me feel so soft pls 🥹🥹 the black kitten just like mine! AHHHHHHH I LOVE IT, my heart is so full rn

#B’s inbox🦋#Beanie💜#i’m feeling very soft tonight #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x reader

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red-airhead · 11 months

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| Love you too | Lee Felix pt.2

word count - 696

genre - romance, fluff

warnings - afab!reader, feminine terms, felix gets emotional, reader gets emotional, felix is considerate, felix's reaction, reader gets comfortable speaking, lots of love, felix is giddy, reader is flustered by a couple of things, felix's POV, lmk if I missed anything

Part 1

To the person who requested a second part, I hope this wasn't too short, I really wanted to keep it as week and simple as possible but I can definitely make it longer if you wished.

The moment that Y/N had spoken was probably the moment I froze in time. I didn’t even get the chance to get back in bed and pamper them in love, because almost immediately after she had fallen asleep. It was like a one and done thing, and of course there wasn’t much I could do, since I didn’t want to wake her, but it feels so wrong to just leave it at that.

I decided to wait until tomorrow, so that way we’d both have the energy to officially discuss something so big. It might’ve just been because they got the confidence to, but at the same time I didn’t want her to do something like that, forcing herself to speak because she could possibly feel bad. I ended up lying awake for a couple of hours after showering, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep and woken up tangled in covers with Y/N.

She was still asleep by the time I woke up, and being able to lay there and admire her was something I loved doing. The way that she was so peaceful eased my heart more than anything. I noticed that often at times there would be this slightly sad expression, and I didn’t want to assume but it could’ve been because she was struggling to express things that she wished to express.

After laying in silence admiring her peaceful expression, she woke up, eyes slowly blinking the sleep away while I laid there, just staring. Y/N of course, was surprised by me staring, and even got a little startled before relaxing. It was only a few minutes after that when I heard her speak again, my heart fluttered and my mind racing at how meek and gentle it sounded. It seemed hard for her to speak too, stammering over words and struggling to get them out.

“G’Morn–ing..? Stop stared? S–Staring..” Those simple words that were spoke in a hushed tone made me tear up. It was certainly a way to start a morning, with Y/N looking at me with worry immediately after, her gentle hands cupping my cheeks.

“I-I’m okay… I’m just emotional..” I sniffled out, feelings her thumbs brush away fresh tears, looking back at each other. She seemed to still be confused, so I took a few deep breaths to compose myself and begin to explain.

“Last night.. You spoke for the first time, and I didn’t even get the chance to– make sure you were comfortable with that, y’know?” And once I had provided an explanation, she had given this understanding expression, which was soon replaced with a smile and a bunch of soft kisses placed on my face.

“ ‘M comfortable.. Speaking long? As long it’s with.. With you?” It seemed to be hard for her to form sentences so I nodded and smiled widely, soon stopping her kisses to give my own, pulling her even closer than we probably already were.

“That’s okay,, we’ll take it one at a time right? Like we always have.. What caused you to start speaking? Was it something I did?” And when she responded with a nod, I ended up giggling at that, halting my kisses to look at her and let her speak.

“It’s been– long since ‘ve— I’ve wanted? Wanted to speak.. ‘S cause of you, I wanted to..” She confessed, her eyes lingering with mine. A wide smile just seemed to grow on my face before pulling her on top of me and rolling onto my back.

“You are just the absolute cutest.. We’ll get you used to talking, but first. I’d like to just listen to you, and ask you questions I’ve alway wanted to ask you,, through speaking that is.” A soft laugh escaped from her, a smile just as wide as mine appearing on her face as well.

“I can do that… Right words? Did I do right?” She truly was unsure, but that was okay. As long as she was comfortable, I was going to help.

“Absolutely, you did perfectly.” And just after, I pressed a generous amount of kisses to her face, laughing in response. This felt perfect.

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#Spotify #stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids comfort #stray kids fluff #lee felix #lee felix fluff #lee felix angst #lee felix smut #lee felix comfort

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auseryoumayknow · 10 months

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MINECRAFT MULTIVERSE LORE EPISODE TWO

✨Mumbo edition✨

alright, this one won’t be so aggressive because I’m tired and this was prewritten 😎 (7/21) (what? I got bored okay? Also I’ve been knee-deep in lore lately because of the stupid YouTube thing)

soooo, any of y’all notice something? no?

How about now? Did you notice it now?

still no?

“wHAT IS THAT?” You may ask.

well that, my friend, is a waffle. It originated in HC8. Mumbo ate too many potatoes, he turned into a potato. He ate a carrot, turned into a carrot. Ate a pork chop, turned into a pork chop. Well, he ate that pork chop, and then, missed his human form. Soo, durning the tree contest, he told Grian, “the master of tree building” to rate his tree, using a book. And he had to sign it to make it official, but what he DIDN’T know, is that on page 20, (I think) was a little thing saying: “by signing this book, you hereby agree to sell your soul for the purposes of Mumbo becoming human again” (or something like that, I’m too lazy to find the hc episode) and Grian rated and signed the book, not reading the fine print. So, Mumbo consumed a bit of Grian’s soul to become human again, giving him the waffle.

and here’s where things get interesting. This means that Mumbo is henceforth Soulbound to Grian, making both Mumbo and Scar Soulmates to Grian! Does this make Mumscarian canon, in a way? Does Double Life still count in HC? I mean, it does in Empires apparently, y’know, to Timmy, because when Tango came to Empires to crossover, TimTim saw him, and screeched, “HOLY MOLEY! IS THAT… MY RANCHER BUDDY?” And made cute little exited screeches. So… yeah…

Anyway, for most of HC9 Mumbo had his normal skin on, and his normal account. But recently, he changed back? Is he trying to say something?

Also have y’all seen the new buttercup skins? Cutest things ever!

NEXT WEEK: mini episode, “Canary in a Coal Mine”

#Minecraft multiverse lore #hermitcraft #Grian #mumbo #gtwscar #timmy solidarity #tangotek #But hey #it’s just a theory.#A GAME THEORY #I am destined to become the MatPat of Tumblr.#Waffle duo #buttercup trio

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alixident · 1 year

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high school sweethearts

☂️ genre: romance, fluff (?)

☂️ bg: felix has been a friend to you since middle school. ever since you got to high school, you’ve been told left and right that you guys are the cutest couple in the school. although you two arnt dating, you wanna give the audience a bit of entertainment. until on that day that everything changed.

☂️ time spent: close to 1h

☂️ word count: 1.2k

—— “Honey come on!!” I hear my mom yell from downstairs. “Your gonna miss the bus!”. “Ok mom! I just gotta finish brushing my hair first!” I yell back as I finally set my hairbrush down on the counter, it making a thud as it hits the ground. I grab my backpack as I give my mom a little peck on the cheek before running out the door only to find that my bus left 5 minutes ago. I run back in the house and grab my car keys. My mom looks at me with a uneven look. “Did you miss the bus?” She says before following me to the garage. “Yea! And thanks to my dumbass i’m gonna be late to school!!” I say in a hurry. I slam my car door shut, wave my mom goodbye and then I’m out of sight. Hi. My name is Mira. I’m 17 years old and I’m a Junior in high school. Yes, this is me every morning. I wake up about 30 mins after my clock goes off and I panic as I get ready. If I'm lucky I’ll catch the bus on time. But normally I drive to school. Im friends with a group of people, there names being Melissa, Felix, Aidan, and Cassidy. Everyone in the group says that me and Felix would make a great couple. Will that ever happen? No. But I wish I would. I pull into the schools parking lot and put my car in park in my parking spot. I see that my friends are outside the school building. All on there phones, Scrolling through TikTok. I walk up and tap on Cassidy’s shoulder. She jumps and instantly turns around. I find it amusing of how she jumps every time I do this to her. I do it every morning, How is she still not use to it? That’s a question I’ll leave unanswered. For now at least. “Mira you scared the living shit out of me..” She says as she puts her phone in her back pocket, I’m still laughing but it soon trails off as I look up and everyone is staring at me. “What? Are y’all not happy for my arrival?” I say, still snickering. “Y’know what I’m not even surprised. You do this all the time. One of them being that you always late to school.” Melissa bursts out. Everyone starts laughing a bit. It stops after awhile and then we head into the school building.

Felix walks over to me and interlocks his fingers with mine. I look up at him and I give him a soft smile, blowing him a kiss that seems to make him blush. I chuckle at the sight. I wave everyone goodbye as they all walk off to there classes, I smile as I walk with Felix to class, we enter the classroom and all eyes are fixed on us. Mr. Herman, our math teacher, looks up from his computer and gives Felix and I both a frown.

“You two do realize that your late.” He finally says. I look at him with a ‘does it look like I give a fuck’ face and sit down. “There will be con-”. “Yea yea. There will be consequences if this ever happens again. We get it.” I say as I cut in and roll my eyes.

This seems to make him fuming as his eyebrows furrow and his head jerks back to his computer. I see that there is a test Infront of me. My eyes grow wide as I start to sweat. “There was a test today?!” I whisper to Aiden beside me. “Yea. You didn’t know that?” He says as he acts like he’s still taking the test. “Obviously!” I scowl, still whispering.

I take in a big sigh as I pull out a pencil from my backpack, taking a deep breath as I start circling random answers and hoping that there correct.

I finish a couple minutes later and I turn in my paper, I take in another big sigh as I put my pencil back in my backpack and I lay my head down on the desk, I feel a peck on my arm as pick up my head, finding a piece of paper in its place. I pick up the paper, unravel it, and read it. “Meet me in the bathroom in 5. - Felix” I smile at the note. At least I’ll have someone to talk to. Or to have some entertainment. I feel a head lean against my shoulder, I turn and I see Aiden looking at the note. I jerk away and shove the note In a pocket of my jacket. He chuckles and lifts his head off. “I smell love in the air.” He says as he continues to chuckle. I give him a shove as I raise my hand. “Can I use the restroom?” I ask. Mr. Herman nods and I get up, I feel a tug at my shirt, and then I hear: “Make a move while your at it.” Aiden says with a sly smirk. I walk to the bathroom and I feel like someone is looking at me. I turn and I see Felix, I sigh In relief as I look at him with a smile on my face. I look up at him. “You needed me?” I ask with a soft smile on my face. He thinks about his response for a moment before murmuring something and suddenly leaning in, planting a soft kiss on my lips. My eyes grow wide as I blush intensely, my eyes slowly closing as he brings me closer. He breaks the kiss and my eyes flutter open. I look up at him with a crackhead smile on my face. “I.. D-Does this mean something..?” I say as I stutter a little and struggle to look at him fully. “Mira.. I.. I’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile but I never had the guts to tell you before.. I’ve liked you for the longest time.. Mira.. I love you.. I understand if you don’t feel the same way b-”. His message was stopped by my kiss that I put on his lips, soon pulling away as I look at him again.

I smile back at him. “Does that answer your question?” I say as I chuckle “I love you more Felix.. I always will..” I blush and slowly intertwine my fingers with his. ☂️ it’s the end of the day and I gather my stuff from my locker. I meet my friends at the entrance of the school and look at them with a smile. “Well.. I guess I’ll see y’all Monday!” I say as my smile grows. “Someone’s happy.” Melissa says as she smiles back. I give her a ‘shut your mouth before I’ll shut it for you’ look as I walk out of the building. “Bye guys! Bye My love!” I blush as I look at them and then at Felix, turning away before I hear Cassidy yell something at Felix and I laugh. I’m sure it’s something about me calling him “my love”. I open my car door and I throw my stuff In the back before starting the car up. I guess my wish really did come true after all.. ——

#lee felix #felix lee #felix stray kids #lee yongbok #stray kids #stray kids felix #felix imagines #skz #imagine #skz felix #felix x reader

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kobedivision · 7 months

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ARB Birthday Special: Kaiji Sano

~~ October 27th ~~

“If you were mine, if you were only mine, I'd bring you so much further down and twist your mind until the end of time.”

“Hey cuties! It’s your favorite adorable cosplayer, Jinx here!…Ahaha! Wow, all of you are coming in fast, I can barely keep up! Oh! Thank you for the donation JinxLuver76! Let’s see here…’Happy Birthday Jinx!’”

“Oh that’s right! Haha! I can’t believe I forgot my own birthday, thank you soooo much everyone! I guess we can make this an impromptu birthday live! Let’s make this something to remember, okay?”

Voice Lines:

“Damn, 22 years old and I still look like I just graduated high school, not that I’m complaining, I mean who wouldn’t want to look young and beautiful? I wouldn’t trade it for anything, even if I have to deal with having to get carded at every bar and club I go to, how infuriating.”

“I’ve gotten to many messages and gifts from my fans, it just warms my heart! There’s nothing like the feeling of being pampered, I tell you and I especially deserved to be celebrated after all the shit I’ve gone through.”

“Yes mom, thank you and for the 14th time, I’m okay, Nagisa’s okay too, we’re both fine, you don’t have to come over, we know your busy with the boutique….fine, I’ll pop in just to say hi but I’m really busy today so I don’t have much time. Yeah, I love you too, tell Dad I said hi or whatever.”

“God, having 4 older brothers fucking suck. You’d think that being one of the younger members in the family, you’d get more attention and don’t get me wrong, I do, just not the attention I would like. Henri only gave me a list of various rehab clinics, Izana gave me a guide to healthy relationships book, Mikiya gave me five fucking dollars, and I haven’t heard jack shit from Claude! At least Nagisa was considerate enough to get me something that I can actually use! Sometimes I have to wonder just why my parents decided to have so many fucking kids…”

“ReeeeenReeeeen!!! Aw, I was hoping to see you! After all, how could you forget your best and most cutest friend ever? Hey, it’s MY day today! I can be as selfish as I want! Ha! That’s right, and this monarch demands gifts and I know you got some so hand it over, my loyal knight!”

“Dude, holy shit! These are so fucking pretty!! Way better than the ones I have! Awww, Ayano really knows her stuff! Good to know that at least one of you has a decent sense of fashion…Dude, I swear I see you wear the same leather and chains combo almost every day, it’s so overdone. Hehe, I’m right and you know it but seriously man, thanks for the gift.”

“GAH!! Oh goddamnit-MAX! Don’t fucking appear out of nowhere like that! You scared the shit out of me!…We both know you’re not sorry you little shit, I can see you smirking! Yes you are! Ugh, I swear, it’s like talking to a fucking wall-Huh? Oh…wow…thanks..?”

“Max…these are fucking rocks…hold on, you got these from a river?! I didn’t think there were rivers in Kobe…er, whatever, huh…well, look at you finally socializing and making friends, never thought I’d see the day. Jeez, okay! Okay!…Look, thank you Max, I know we don’t talk much but I want you to know that you mean a lot to me, y’know? You’re like another brother to me, one that I actually like, haha!”

Ren Lines:

“Hey Kai, happy birthday! *snorts* Yeah, okay. I know it’s your birthday and all but try not to get too big of a head. Fine, fine, whatever you say, your majesty. *chuckles* Damn, guess I’m not as subtle as I thought, yeah, you got me, here you go.”

“I know you already have some finger jewelry but I figured you could always have more, Ayano actually helped me choose which ones to give you, she’s surprisingly got a good eye for accessorizing…hey, what the hell’s that supposed to mean? I’m totally fashionable! *sighs* Fine, whatever, you’re lucky we’re friends, dude.”

Max Lines:

“….Kaiji…Sorry…Didn’t mean to scare you…*smirks*…No, I’m not….Shush…here you go…a gift…it’s your birthday, yeah?…Happy Birthday, I hope you like it….I spent a long time getting them…”

“Yeah….they’re rocks…I got them while in the river…and I had someone make necklaces out of them…*scoffs*…just shut up and take them…Thanks Kaiji…you and Ren…the both of you…you guys make me really…happy…brothers…yeah, we’re brothers…and we’ll always stick together.”

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #kaiji sano #ren nakashima #max soukoku #lovesick #happy birthday kaiji 2023 #arb birthday special #alternative rap battle #arb

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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for the prompts, how ab 39 (yan prompt list) w Itto? <3

ooh this one is super interesting to me bc i don't see him really as a yan type . . . but . . . this is also a very good opportunity for kind of whiny pathetic yandere. which i love >:3

(cw: yandere content, light mention of blood, visionless reader)

“Tell me how much you love me.”

The worst part of all is thus; you don’t think that Itto even realises what he’s done to you. What corner you have been backed into by dint of him loving you - and how afraid he makes you to tell the truth.

He’s so . . . friendly. Pulling you into bone-crushing hugs, showing you off to anyone who’ll put up with him for a few moments, waxing lyrical about what a perfect couple the two of you make; pushing you forward with a proud, wide smile on his face as he says something like;

‘Ain’t we just the cutest couple you’ve ever seen? C’mon, you can look for a bit longer - hey, get out your Kamera if you want, you’re gonna want to remember this!’

You think it would be churlish if you were to argue with these people. Itto looks so happy; and though you don’t think he’d hurt you, it’s hard to forget the breadth and the height on him, the inhuman blood that runs through his veins, and all of the whispers and mutters and folklore that follow his species around.

(Itto would hate you thinking of the folklore, you know. Whenever you hear the chant of fortune in and oni out, you let yourself smile secretive and small and hidden. It is your one indulgence.)

Shinobu looks at you with obvious approval; she thinks you are a calming influence on Itto. It’s her who shepherds the rest of the boys in the gang away; her who tells you that you can come to her if you ever really need help.

But it sounds silly, said out loud. ‘I don’t think I ever agreed that Itto was my boyfriend’. You’re sure she would just laugh at you.

So you are left alone with Itto, instead, in moments like this - Shinobu insisting on some errand or important task to do, as she leaves the two of you alone and Itto sends her a not-quite-hidden enough thumbs up.

Left with him sidling closer to you in his favourite secluded spot, as he sits beside you on some wooden bench - left with him as he pulls some cheesy romantic-comedy stretch-and-yawn move.

His arm around your shoulders is heavy. You can feel the cords of muscle even through your clothes; are reminded of just how much strength lays behind that affable, excited demeanour.

“You’re real quiet today, y’know that?” Itto says - and you look up at him from under your lashes, swallowing thickly. “Heh, if I didn’t know better, I’d say it seemed like you were scareda me!”

(You are scared of him. What would he do, if you told him the truth, and if you asked him to leave you alone?)

“. . . I’m not,” you say, but there’s been too long of a pause. Itto’s eyebrows knit.

“Babe?” Itto says. He catches your chin in his hand and forces you to look at him, tugging your face up towards him. “Y’know I’d do anything for you, right? Just say the word. Someone needs beatin’ up, someone needs to be taught a lesson, I’m your oni!” His voice drops a semitone; something cold and cruel and dark lingering in the back of it. “I’ll break ‘em.”

“Y-you don’t need to do that,” you say, but Itto has found his ground.

“You’re mine, yeah? We’re each others. We look out for each other! And I know you aren’t as strong as me, but that just means I’ve gotta make extra sure that nothing ever happens to you and we get to be together forever.”

Forever sounds like an awfully long time.

If you were braver, you’d tell him the truth now - you’d stand up and walk away and never look back. But the Archons give visions to those who cherish ambitions; those who stand apart from the rest of the world. Itto falls into that number, and you do not - and, more inherent than being an oni and being the head of the gang and being so, so capable of overpowering you, is that knowledge that his determination almost certainly outstrips your own.

You’re too quiet. Itto shakes you gently, but his eyes are like swords. He whispers your name with such force it frightens you, and then, he takes a deep breath and wets his lips and says;

“Tell me how much you love me.”

His hands are fastened about your biceps; sharp black-painted talons digging into the soft skin there, hard enough to draw blood. His eyes - sharp gold and red - are trained on you beseechingly.

It’s as if, if you tell him the truth, he will simply shrivel up and die and there will be nothing left of him.

“Tell me,” he repeats, and his voice is sharper this time. There’s still a whine to it - but behind the whine is something steely and rock-solid that reminds you of the vision that hangs about his neck. He’s easy with the Arataki gang, yes - he’s a good leader, he cares about them--

But there is no denying that he is the leader, and others bow to his will.

You are bleeding. Just a trickle of viscous dark red rolls down your elbow; but Itto does not so much as notice.

If something did happen to you . . . There are people in Inazuma City who find him a nuisance, yes, but you don’t think anyone would expect out-and-out malice of him. If you displease him and bring out that fortress-strength that hides behind trading card games and beetle battles, would anybody truly believe he was capable of it?

“Babe?” Itto says, shaking you just a touch - and you force a trembling smile to your lips.

“I love you, Itto,” you tell him - and he smiles brightly at you, dazzling like the sun, and hugs you so tightly all the breath is squeezed out of you.

(His hands go for your ass; that, too, is squeezed with equal enthusiasm).

If he makes you say it enough, you try and comfort yourself, perhaps you’ll even start to believe it.

#yandere genshin impact #itto x reader #yandere itto #writing #genshin impact posting #gender neutral #sfw #drabble #yandere for ts #blood for ts

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beevean · 11 months

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I believe you are the resident Knuxamy fan on Tumblr, so if I may ask: what do you like about it/see in them? I'm curious!🍀

Oh, I'm really not fhdjfhdsjkfhsdkj I'm basically this meme

I guess I can share these extracts from an abandoned WIP of mine, where I did try to explain what kind of chemistry they'd have?

“So… how’s Sonic? Haven’t seen him in a while.” “Oh, you know, somewhere, as he does.” “Huh?” “He decided to go on a run around the world after we cleaned up the mess of the war. I understand him, really, after six months of being held prisoner…” “You don’t sound very worried.” “Why should I?” she laughed. “He can handle himself just fine. I’ll be the first to greet him once he’s back!” “Usually you don’t really wait for him.” “Oh, you jerk!” she shoved him. “I don’t– I don’t do that anymore! I’m done with chasing him.” “Really?” he scoffed. “That’s too bad. I still remember how spooked Sonic was when we ran into you and your friends that one time. Not even Eggman can say he scares him as much!” “Yeah, yeah, I was a kid. I thought that he would just learn that he reciprocated my feelings if I insisted.” “Don’t get me wrong: he’s still my friend and I care for him very much. And I’m glad he cares about me too. He’s good, and fun to be around, and I can’t wait to go on another adventure with him!” Before Knuckles could roll his eyes, she added: “But… I don’t know. I can’t chase his shadow for the rest of my life. It made me feel like we weren’t on the same level. With all the craziness in my life, I’d like to have someone more… stable at my side. Reliable. One that I know that they will be there if I look for them, y’know?” “So you’ve finally realized that Sonic is [unreliable]? Yeah, you sure grew up.” "Jerk," she repeated with a smile. "I know he's your friend too. Don't worry, I won't tell~"

“Oh, mind if I lift you up?” “Go ahead.” *Amy hammers Knuckles upwards* “Thanks! I nearly forgot this trick of yours.” *...* “Speaking of tricks!” *pulls out the Big Hammer* “Ta-dah!” “Wait! You still have that?” “Yep!” “It’s… very heavy, haha. I rarely need it. But sometimes, you just need that extra punch!” She swung her giant hammer downward, and the hit produced a loud, satisfying thud. The wall crumbled like it was made of cardboard. *...* His own hand-made hammer - a nice green and red hammer, with a spike on top and flames coming out of it at every swing - rested easy in the Hidden Palace, among his other little treasures. Truth to be told, he didn’t really like using tools; his punches were more than enough. But it was a present from a friend, and he’d always cherish it as such.

(you didn't think I'd pass the opportunity to remind people that Advance 3 is the GOAT and Knuckles and Amy paired together are powerhouses, did you? :P)

I wanted to avoid the cliché of Amy realizing that Sonic wasn't good for her after all, but I liked the idea of her getting closer to Knuckles because he's always there, he's a stable presence, and under his gruff exterior he really is a good friend to have.

(Amy is Amy. She's sunshine incarnate. I don't need to explain why Knuckles might come to like her:P especially if Amy understands that he's more of an introvert and they spend time simply chilling side by side)

Generally speaking, the two have a few traits in common, like being stubborn and hotheaded: so unlike many of my ships, which are either "opposite attract" or "the cutest babies ever 💖", they'd be birds of a feather: they'd banter because they have both strong personalities, but they can also understand each other. I like to think their dynamic could be "I can tease you and call you a knucklehead/kid, but no one else dare do the same!"

As for what they'd do, aside from meeting on Angel Island... well, that up there is a little idea that the two might hang out together by smashing old Eggman junk hfdjsfhsdkj

#sonic the hedgehog #knuxamy #so if i also ship sonamy and have a liking for sonknux #can i just say sonknuxamy ot3? :p #but yeah i really want to write about them but i don't know what

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4townie · 1 year

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Road to 4☆TOWN

Jesse opened his apartment door. “Oh hey, man.” He greeted Robaire. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much.” Robaire shrugged. He looked Jesse up and down. “Nice “shirt” you got there…”

Jesse glanced down at the baby he was wearing. “Oh right. He was a gift from Selina.”

“Y’know, one day you’re not gonna have a corny response at the ready and I’m gonna laugh in your face when that happens.” Selina shook her head.

“Hey, Selina.” Robaire waved as he entered the apartment. “Happy belated birthday.”

“Thanks, hon.” Selina sighed heavily. “Finally turned 21 and I can’t even take advantage of it.”

“Yeah, but it’s worth it, right?” Jesse nudged her with a smile.

Selina giggled. “Of course it is. I get to have the cutest baby in the world.” She gently stroked Jesse’s hair. “And Marcel gets to have the cutest daddy in the world.” She and Jesse nuzzled their noses.

Robaire rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

“Is breakfast almost ready?” Danny asked, waddling out of the guest room. “I smell—” He stopped in the doorway with wide eyes.

“Uh, hi.” Robaire waved awkwardly. “I’m Robaire, the leader of 4☆TOWN. You must be Jesse’s little brother, Danny.”

Danny stared for a few seconds before frantically retreating into the room.

“Okay…?” Robaire said in confusion. “I guess he’s shy.”

“A little, yeah. But I’ve never seen him run away when he meets someone new.” Jesse furrowed his brow. “Although he is half asleep so—”

Sean and Danny both burst out of the room.

“Oh wow, it really is you.” Sean’s eyes sparkled. “I thought Danny was pulling my leg.”

“Why would I even joke about that kind of thing?” Danny elbowed Sean. “We’re meeting our idol.” He grinned from ear to ear.

“Oh that’s cute. I guess…” Robaire offered a crooked smile.

“Did you know they’d react like this?” Selina raised an eyebrow.

“No, they told me they hardly paid attention to 4☆TOWN.” Jesse answered.

Selina paused. “Didn’t they go to that fan sign y’all had?” She narrowed her eyes. “And didn’t you say they were both carrying giant posters?”

“Yeah, but they were—” Jesse froze. “Oh, I’m an idiot…”

“The way you hit all those notes in Romeo was amazing. Plus your ad-libs made the song.” Sean marveled. “You’re my favorite member.”

“And mine.” Danny tried to get between them.

“Liar!” Sean shoved his little brother away. “You’re a Taeyoung stan. You nearly convulsed when he winked at you.”

“Oh I remember you.” Robaire nodded with a smile. “Taeyoung laughed so hard backstage he accidentally headbutted me. At least I think it was an accident…”

“Oh my god, our idol just told us a behind the scenes story.” Danny grasped Sean’s arm.

“Keep calm.” Sean took a deep breath. “We must look cool in front of him.”

“Awww, s’cute.” Robaire cooed at them.

“They never act like this with me.” Jesse pouted. “You’d think all those times I gave them a ride somewhere and kept their secrets from our parents would make me their favorite member but I guess not.”

“Awwww, poor baby.” Selina said softly. “You’re still our favorite member. Right, Marcel?”

Jesse glanced down at his son and made a disgusted face. “Ew…”

“See? Spit up means yes.”

#4town headcanons #4town fanfic #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town z #4town aaron t #4town taeyoung #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie

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on1tea · 8 months

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What are you working as? I love black cats and tortoise shell cats, they are the cutest. A lot of my sacrifices come in the form of time or identity. Like, if they wanna hang out I will drop all former plans. If they have interests that are very different then mine I drop the first set and adopt my darling’s.

✨

I just started working as a dispatcher! I’m pretty excited ^^ it’s something I’ve never done y’know?

And fhose are both adorrrrable choices.

Mm I understand that, I tend to grasp onto my darlings interests as well, or include them with my own ^^ that way it’s like something we share! And time is the most valuable thing <3

#oni.reply #✨ anon

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littlerockerao3 · 4 years

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#stupid depressing story time i’ll put in the tag otherwise i’ll just bother y’all #i just want to write it down so that i can let off steam a bit #just so you know why losing my religion jon acts this way #it’s becasue he’s actually me lol #just kidding #i wish i was like him lol #anyway #i don’t know yesterday i went out with my friends to have a few drinks so that we could finally see this hot bartender who’s been hitting #on this friend of mine #and gosh he was just so fucking hot like #it was like seeing the man of my dreams come to life #also my firend told me he’s actually super cute and nice so yeah he’s basically perfect #and my friend is a hottie just as much like #i’m not saying this because they’re my friends but all my friends are so beautiful it hurts and it’s really honestly not good for my lack #of confidence. It’s just that my friend and this guy would make such a beautiful couple and then my other friend is in the cutest #relationship ever and my other friends are just so pretty and good looking and have these gorgeous bodies and im here like aaaaaa i just #wish i could find a boyfriend but it’s not because i think i need to be with someone its more complicated it’s just that when my dad left i #realized the only male role model i had was actually a huge idiot and idk im very well aware not all men are this way but i just would want #another man or guy in my life to remind me that because i kind of miss it y’know. im talking nosense i just feel lonely and i just feel #like no one would actually ever like me for how I look and for how i actually am inside i mean i’ve had my make out sessions with guys but #sometimes i would just like to have a cute relationship like my friends’. i dont know this is all i mess wth did i even write

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Yan Diluc, Childe, Kaeya & Zhongli / Darling Saying “I hate you.”

Warnings: Suggestive themes and typical unhealthy yandere behavior. Note: sometimes in life we just gotta suffer,

Diluc had told himself that this was for your own good.

That’s what gave him the ability to rest at night -- while holding the knowledge of all the freedoms he’s taken from you -- that you are safe. There’s air in your lungs, healthy color to your cheeks, and life shining brightly in your eyes. It’d be selfish to ask for anything more, he would reason. This is good enough, is what he’d think, not fully sure if he believed the creed himself.

Now he knows those words were but a lie to cover a gaping wound in his heart.

He gazes at you now, his hand reaching out, only to stop when you flinch away. The reality that he tried so desperately to push down has risen to the surface, your turmoil not easily ignored. Diluc needs to remain steadfast as he considers hesitation an insult. Certainly, he is low for holding you here against your will, but it’d be that much worse if he started questioning himself.

“I know,” is the strained answer he arrives at. You hear the pain in his voice, how the words were all but pried from him. “I’ve always known.”

“Then why?” You plead, exasperation pushing you past the limit. His head is hung low for once, unable to meet your scrutinizing gaze, instead taking an acute interest in the wooden floorboard beneath his feet.

It brings him back to his childhood, like a kid being scolded for an illogical grievance against their sibling. Your question strikes deep and close to the heart. His answer comes fast, almost robotic, as if he’s practiced it in the mirror countless times.

“For your safety.”

And so you won’t leave like everyone else has.

Exchanging thinly veiled antagonism behind the guise of banter has always thrilled Childe. This game the two of you play, he wouldn’t change it for the world, deriving too much satisfaction in your flustered reactions. Every day is spent thinking about when he’ll get to see you next, what words might bring out the cutest expressions.

The manner you deliver the line is frigid and he can’t help but be reminded of Snezhnaya’s climate. For a fleeting moment, it stings, like snowflakes against bare skin. If there’s anything Childe excels at, it’s warding off the cold. He laughs, once, twice, face illuminated with uncanny elation.

You watch in disbelief as he treats your honest admission as nothing but a joke. There’s nothing you can think to say to describe the frustration that grows in the depths of your soul, Childe’s response encapsulating exactly why you said it in the first place. Half of you considers leaving him where he stands, but you know better, he’d follow after you relentlessly. A Fatui Harbinger’s ability to spot and track their prey cannot be understated.

When his laughter starts to settle down, he speaks. “So the truth comes out, hm?”

Childe stalks towards you, sporting a wolf-like grin that sends shivers down your spine, every step you take back not enough to increase the space between you two. Eventually, your back hits the wall. Childe takes advantage of your lack of escape, taking your chin in his hand and placing his arm by your head. At that moment, it’s impossible to ignore the looming height difference, though he leans down to look at you closer.

“Hate me all you want,” he hums, his voice dipping lower with each syllable. “But I’m not going anywhere, ever, so keep that in mind. And who knows?”

Childe winks at you.

“Maybe I have a thing for being degraded.”

To be looked at with suspicion is nothing new to Kaeya. Everyone has their own reasons for doing so, whether it be to his cunning nature creating suspicion, or his country of origin. Though, he admits, your reasoning is far more personal than that. After all, his schemes have sent you into a whirlwind of misfortune.

Kaeya moves back, observing how your chest rises and falls with each labored breath, the way you refuse to look him in the eye. He’s quietly grateful that your former entangled position didn’t grant you the ability to see his face, as shock undoubtedly must’ve crossed over it. Moment’s later, he’s collected, in control of every twitch and crease of his expression.

“Hm, while I never excelled in my linguistics tutoring, I think I’m familiar enough with the word hate to draw a different conclusion,” Kaeya nods to your discarded clothes on the floor, to which you flush even brighter than before. “Is that what you’d call this? You were throwing yourself at me just a few seconds ago, y’know.”

He’s getting under your skin on purpose. You know this, seeing the trap he’s laid out without even trying to hide it, yet still fall for it to defend yourself.

“Where else am I supposed to go, when no one even looks me in the eye anymore?” You challenge, wiping the saliva from your lips with the back of your hand. Kaeya hums, considering your inquiry, fingers rubbing circles into your skin as he does so. The contact makes your mind hazy, being deprived of physical contact having done a toll on you. To come to him for comfort is a blow to your pride.

“Your hand could’ve always helped with that, but you still chose mine.” Kaeya smiles, ducking down to press open-mouthed kisses against your neck. You decide not to honor him with any further response. It feeds into his ego and that’s the last thing you want, so you close your eyes and sigh.

He pauses for a brief moment, not willing to let it go. “Not that I’m complaining, of course. I’ll always find a way to make time for you.”

Zhongli places his cup of tea down onto the table, outward reaction schooled and giving nothing away. It’s a pathetic, last-ditch attempt to earn an emotional response, even you know this. From how he whispers archaic prose into your ear about his love and adoration for you, you were expecting at least... something. A frown, furrowed eyebrows, pain in his amber eyes. Anything.

His visage remains unchanging. You drum your fingers against the table, narrowing your eyes and jutting your bottom lip out. It took you weeks to work up the courage to tell him this! Indignation and embarrassment blossom inside your chest, threatening to suffocate you. Any other time he’s talkative, but for some reason, he’s decided to take some vow of silence now.

You perk up expectantly when he clears his throat.

“It was never in the terms of our contract for you to have positive feelings towards me,” Zhongli decides, raising the cup to his lips and blowing. “Though, if I might add, I would personally like it if you did.”

Maybe it would’ve been better if he stayed silent after all. There’s no validation to be found in his taciturn response, no substance to appease your burning frustration. The word contract sticks out like a sore thumb. Petty as it might be to continue this exchange, you feel vindicated enough to do just that.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe the correct term would be marriage, not contract.”

“Are the two not one and the same? You’ve pledged yourself eternally to be my significant other, in the same way a contract binds two parties together.” Zhongli watches how you slide down into your seat dejectedly. Attempting to start an argument with Zhongli was akin to yelling at a brick wall, you decide.

“Don’t act so proud of yourself for swindling my parents into believing you’re an upstanding person.”

His lips quirk up for the briefest of moments.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe the term would be negotiating, not swindling.”

You leave him to eat his breakfast alone.

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anystalker707 · 2 years

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Movie night

Pairing: Ray x [afab] Reader Word count: ~ 4 700 Genre: Smut Summary: Ray and (y/n) have been friends for what feels like forever, but it could change, right? Kind of content: Edging / Light dominance / Light overstimulation / Fingering / Protected

Requested on wattpad [could you do a revenge era ray smut where were the dom, afab and could you include edging? (...)]

My heart flutters as I see Ray’s name on the notifications and immediately tap on it, sitting up a little on the couch.

Ray 💛: I’ll be over at six I can bring a movie if you want Or a snack Do you want anything?

Me: No need for a movie, but yes for the snacks Not many snacks tho, I still have some from the last time,just not a lot

Ray 💛: Okay <3

The thought of having yet another sleepover with Ray has me excited like it’s the first time it happens or something—shamefully. I would like to spend more time with Ray or at least spend time with him in another way, in another context, but I’m still working on it because, after all, spending time with him like this is better than having nothing. We have known each other and been best friends for as long as I can remember, having it end would be like taking a part of me. Like, maybe I’m sounding a little dramatic, but the struggle is real. I fucking need Ray.

This thing started long ago, though I’m not sure when. When I noticed it, I was already feeling butterflies in my stomach whenever I saw Ray smile or when he cuddled me. They’re still there, of course, but sometimes it hurts. I’m not saying I’m jealous, but seeing people hitting on Ray does get me this feeling boiling under my skin.

I need to stop thinking about this before I hurt myself, let’s just focus on the positive part.

As much as Ray is used to my house, I still make sure to tidy up the house, leaving the snacks from the last sleepover over the counter when I’m done, which is not long after that there’s a knock on the door.

“They’re not, like, annoying or anything, they’re just not my favorite character.” Ray shrugs as he drops some Skittles in his mouth directly from the small pack, his bottom lip sticking out a little when he looks at me. “C’mon, it’s true! They’re just... Y’know what, I won’t tell you about it or else you’ll lecture me on how they’re the best character like you did when we watched Watchmen!”

I roll my eyes, shaking my head before I take a last sip of my drink to quickly return the glass to the ground. Sitting on some covers with our backs against pillows set between us and the couch is more comfortable than the couch and closer to the kitchen than my room, conveniently. “You’re just a fucking loser, Ray!”

“I love you, too, (y/n), okay?” He smiles as he leans his head against mine for a moment and just lets out the cutest laughter ever when I glare at him. Impossible not to melt.

“Shush, baby.” I press a finger to Ray’s lips, pressing closer to him. “Watch the movie.”

Ray blinks, something changing in his eyes before he presses a kiss to my fingers and smiles stupidly at it. How am I supposed to handle this? My heart is crumbling. Whatever face I make, it’s enough to have Ray giggling. I can’t even think of anything to say, so I just save myself the embarrassment and lean my head against his shoulder with a groan that seems to entertain him, introducing ourselves to silence between each other again.

Unlike me, Ray seems actually interested in the movie, but the events from earlier just keep torturously playing in my mind.

“I like this character, though,” Ray says with a nod, pointing at the TV, and I raise an eyebrow to see one of the main characters.

“Yeah, she is cool.” I roll my eyes lightly.

“You don’t like them, I get it!” He chuckles, shifting a little.

I hum, shaking my head. “Oh, they’re not, like, annoying or anything,” I mock and immediately hear Ray holding back his laughter, “they’re just not my—” I interrupt myself once I turn to Ray, just to be met with his lips pressed against mine instead. What the fuck?

No one pulls away, actually. Ray looks at me with wide eyes, and I probably look the same. Holy fuck. I hope he doesn’t hear my heartbeat.

Ray is the first one to pull away, his cheeks burning red. “I— Uh, sorry, um, I was just going to, y’know, give you a cheek kiss like I always do, but like—” He groans something incoherently, shrugging a little.

An accident. That’s all.

“Yeah,” I swallow. “It’s fine.” Hold on. Y’know the fuck what? It’s not fine. “Ray.” He hums in response. “Look at me.”

Ray hums again, munching down on whatever sweet he is eating, and raises his eyebrows lightly as he looks at me. As much as I want to kiss him, I still don’t want to kiss him against his will or anything, so I try to make it somehow obvious, letting my gaze avert from his eyes to his lips a few times. A red tone spreads across Ray’s cheeks as his gaze seems to fall to my lips a couple of times; still, I make sure to take as much time as possible as I lean in. Y’know, to give him time to pull away. So, maybe, his lips won’t be there against mine again at all. However, they are.

Ray’s lips are soft—not a surprise given how he’s often with a lip balm, definitely more often than Frank, but not addicted to it like Gerard and his pepsi chapstick—, moving slowly against mine, maybe hesitantly. I deepen the kiss a little, having Ray gasp softly, thankfully not pulling away, though it does take him a few seconds to answer to the new rhythm of the kiss, humming quietly. I fucking can’t with him.

The faint lights coming from the TV that hit Ray’s face in the darkness of the living room are enough to show how his lips look a little swollen, bright pink and slick due to the kiss. His eyes widen a little when I lock our gazes again, his mouth twisting a little.

“I...” I breathe just for the sake of interrupting the silence. “I love love you,” I whisper. My voice has strength for anything aside from it.

A hum comes from Ray in response, followed by a shaky exhale as his eyes drift downwards, just to meet mine again a few seconds later. “Well, I love love you.” His voice is small, almost inaudible under the sounds coming from the TV, making my heart flutter a little.

“Really?” I swallow. Am I imagining things from how much I like him? Either way, Ray nods lightly in response, his lips curling up in a soft smile. “Can I kiss you again?” My lips tingle a little at the thought of the kiss. These were just a couple kisses—does the first one even count?—and I’m already suffering like this. “Please?”

“Of course,” Ray replies at the same moment, breathing a chuckle, and presses his lips to mine this time.

My hand cups the side of Ray’s neck softly to feel more of him, to ground myself, and I’m careful not to touch any of his hair. His hand closes around my wrist softly as he lets his thumb run across the skin and fuck, telling his about my feelings today was probably the best choice ever. This feels absolutely perfect.

I take Ray’s bottom lip between mine, daring to nibble and suck on it a little, more out of curiosity and not to intentionally draw that moan from him—nonetheless, how am I supposed to just continue living without more of it? My teeth sink softly into the soft skin. His breath hitches as his grip tightens around my wrist, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue grazing against mine when I run it across his bottom lip. We need to pull away for a moment, my lungs burning, and brush our noses together for a moment, lips still grazing each other before being locked in yet another kiss.

The kiss isn’t so gentle anymore—as in Ray’s hesitance is long lost. He tugs a little on my forearm, in a way that just intensifies this feeling that I can’t be close enough to him, so I do my best not to break the kiss whilst I throw a leg over his lap. A soft gasp from Ray has our lips away from each other for a brief second, a meaningless one replaced with a new urgency as I wrap my arms around his neck and let my weight down on his lap. His hands touch my hips, briefly, hovering there for a few seconds before actually holding onto them.

Eventually, the brief pauses aren’t enough, hence Ray and I are forced to pull away whether we want it or not, our chests heaving up and down while our sharp breaths fill the room over the faint noise of the TV.

Ray is addicting, no way. My lips are pressed to his neck before I can notice it, lingering over the skin and feeling his muscles tense up and move with a swallow, then I start pressing kisses to it, kisses that eventually turn into something else. Ray’s skin rises under my touch with how I nibble on the skin, sometimes sealing my lips around it to suck on it, though I’m careful not to leave behind any mark since I don’t know what he would think about it.

“Is this okay?” I mumble against his neck.

His hands tighten around my hips. “Yeah.” A soft sigh escapes his lips, almost carrying something else once I reach a specific spot by the base of his neck, slowly teasing it with soft kisses and nibbling until an actual moan comes from him. It’s soft, hard to believe it comes from Ray.

“You’re so pretty, Ray,” I whisper before I give him a soft kiss. Finally being able to do it has my body just asking for more and more from Ray, but not anything in specific, just to be around him and touching him is something.

No verbal response comes from Ray and I’m starting to question whether he’s really okay with it or not when he adjusts his position softly, his thumbs rubbing circles into my hips softly.

“(Y/n), I’m...” Ray swallows, but all that leaves his lips when I shift a little on his lap is a moan. Of course.

“Would you like me to stop?” I look at Ray, inspecting his face for any sign of discomfort. All I find is embarrassment, soon joined by something else as Ray raises his eyebrows, eyes widening.

“No!” His eyes meet mine for a brief second. “I mean, if it’s okay with you, we can, y’know, go on.”

A smile tugs on my lips as I nod and lean in to press my lips to Ray’s. Certain urgency takes over it this time as more of Ray’s moans are muffled into it whilst I shift my hips against his, at first only experimentally grinding until his hips push up to meet mine; that’s when I grind against him properly in a way he even interrupts the kiss with the loud moan that escapes his lips.

“(Y/n),” Ray almost whines, eyebrows furrowed lightly.

“What?” I chuckle helplessly. My finger traces his neck lightly, and I wish I could see the marks I left behind right now. A purple one would suit him well. An incoherent groan comes from Ray in response, quickly silenced by another kiss at the same time I let my hand slip between us to palm him through his jeans, running it along the growing bulge, allowing the moans to grow each time more frequent. We mostly kiss messily, barely spending any proper time having our lips actually pressed together, but I come to a pause with a soft tug on my shirt. “Do you want me to take it off?”

“Yeah,” Ray breathes.

I move back a little, just enough to pull my shirt over my head, and I almost want to disappear under his intense gaze, instead slipping my hands under his shirt a little. “Can I?”

Ray nods in response and helps me remove his shirt.

Given the whole time we have been friends, of course we have seen each other naked, but never in such a context. Ray isn’t the only one flustered and taking in every single detail of the situation, of course, but he thankfully gives me enough space to lead on the moment, which I take with every ounce of care because waiting for so long did me no good. Even if it’s more about the feeling rather than the physical contact, I want to enjoy both points the most I’m able to.

My lips meet Ray’s collarbones next, making him exhale softly, his hands running up and down my sides warmly, but it doesn’t take long for him to actually pull me back. I don’t even have time to question it, and Ray is mouthing at my chest already, sending chills down my spine with how me nibbles and sucks on the skin.

A soft sigh escapes my lips as I adjust my position on his lap, enough for Ray to moan against my chest. He leans in in a way I need to bend back a little, holding onto his shoulders for support, though I let one of my hands hold onto the back of his neck after I’m sure I’m not falling.

My back meets the covers over the carpet gently despite how tense I am, clinging to Ray even if I know he wouldn’t let me fall. His contact with my chest never ceases, his kisses and nibbles going each time lower, just to stop, replaced by his fingers around the waistband of my pants.

“Go ahead,” I mumble.

Ray is always so careful. Mainly with people and things he likes, always treating everything and everyone as if they were made out of glass or something even more delicate, and it’s just... I don’t know, it gives me this thing, making my heart flutter at the same time this warm feeling spreads across it, and I wonder if I would ever be able to like someone this bad if it weren’t Ray. How ruined I would be if he didn’t like me at least in some way, whether it is about friendship or not.

The rest of our clothes are discarded, thrown somewhere in the dark living room that we can’t bring ourselves to care enough for now. Not like I would care about anything else while Ray pulls my legs apart a little, enough for him to kneel down between them.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says softly. A smile tugs on his lips as he leans down, pressing his lips to mine briefly. The lighting doesn’t do Ray any justice, but he’s always so beautiful anyways.

“Can we set a safe word?”

Ray pauses and moves back a little to face me. “Sure.”

“Do you have anything in mind?” I ask in a hope his brain won’t be as messy as mine.

“Uh...” He furrows his eyebrows and turns to the TV. “Black.”

“Black?”

“Black.” Ray nods.

“Black,” I mumble, nodding as well. We pause and share a look, just to burst out a chuckle; it dies down quickly, Ray kissing me.

Ray’s hands are firm around my hips, rubbing circles into the skin, before one of them slowly starts to dive into the inside of my thigh, gaining more confidence after I spread my legs further to grant him better access.

The first time Ray’s fingers come in contact with my clit, I flinch and gasp, soon letting out a moan instead with how his fingers press firmly down to it, followed by more. Ray’s lips leave mine to trail down my neck instead, mostly nibbling and mouthing at the skin, though he is not as gentle as I was with him—which is far from being bad.

“Is it okay if I mark you?” Ray’s breath tickles against my neck.

“Yes, yes...” I breathe, throwing my head back with another moan once Ray’s fingers gain more pressure against my clit, diving down to around my entrance to come back up; my thighs fucking quiver.

The clit teasing doesn’t last much long as it soon gives place to Ray’s finger slipping past my entrance, slowly and testing at first, taking its time to start moving, but it’s only when the second finger is in that I arch my back, squirming. Ray’s name slips past my lips a couple of times as I cling to him like earlier when he lowered me to the ground.

“More, Ray,” I say softly, letting out a longer moan once he does as said. His fingers curl up inside me, reaching just the right spots in such a way that my thighs quiver as my hips buck up involuntarily, sending the pleasure ringing up my spine. “Yeah,” I sigh.

Ray hums as if in response, his face buried in the crook of my neck, not even giving me kisses anymore, but it’s just a detail for now.

Keeping myself quiet is far from easy, considering how Ray’s fingers scissor and curl inside me, as if he knew exactly each spot to touch, and something about it makes the whole thing feel so damn good as if I could simply melt against him. A string of curses escapes my lips once his thumb starts working on my clit, again; my nails sink into Ray’s back in a search for support, but the lack of proper grip just sends them running up his back and probably leaving quite a few lines behind. I hope he doesn’t mind because I just can’t help.

For some reason, Ray’s fingers slip out—they leave behind such a terrible empty feeling that has me whining a little and pushing my hips up for any sort of friction.

“What the fuck, Ray?” I click my tongue.

“Sorry,” he swallows, and his fingers soon are pressed to my clit again, now wet and sliding against it much easier, so fucking good. The sensation quickly has this familiar tingling building in my lower stomach, growing closer each time Ray’s fingers run across the most sensitive spot with just the right pleasure. No, no, I won’t let it be over like that.

“Fuck, stop— Ray, stop— ‘M close!” I tap his back repeatedly until he is pulling back, watching me curiously with a flustered face. “That was very good!” I nod, smiling a little at how his eyes avert away for a moment, and peck his lips. “Now, let me ride you.”

For someone tough like Ray, one would hardly think he is the easily flustered kind of person he is. Of course it is not only demonstrated in the sexual sense—like when he gets extra happy when I buy him a candy he likes a lot—, but having him barely able to keep eye contact with me or doing everything I say is just... Fuck, I never knew how much I actually liked this until now.

Ray’s hands are shaky when he gets the condom from his bag—which he muttered about always leaving there just in case—, almost unable to take it off the wrapper, but his grip is firm when he holds onto my thighs to support whilst I try to adjust myself over him, a knee by each side of his whilst I hold onto his chest until I’m able to let go and hold onto his cock instead. He twitches in my hand at first, a few quiet moans breathed past Ray’s lips with the few pumps I give him, to turn into moans with how I give attention to the tip. I don’t tease a lot, though—I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I’m soon holding him in place to lower myself.

A soft burning sparkles through my body once Ray starts to slip in, having me moaning a little as I pause to adjust to the sensation then continue again, snatching quiet pleased sounds from both of us once my body meets his.

The urgency takes the best of me, so I’m quickly rocking my hips against Ray’s, gasping at the feeling; if his fingers felt good, he feels fucking perfect.

“Fuck, Ray,” I gasp softly as I look down at him. Some thin strands of hair already glue to his forehead with the sweat, the rest of his hair looking messier despite the whole carefulness with it, but it doesn’t matter, he continues pretty, even more with his mouth parted open and eyebrows furrowed, with all these moans spilling from his lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful, so hot,” I mumble with a sigh, letting my hands fall to his chest once again; his hands tighten around my thighs.

Ray seems to mumble something, his lips shaping in a sort of way, but nothing coherent ever escapes his lips, only moans that are sometimes interrupted by gasps.

The TV is long neglected now, only giving us background and providing us light in the partly dark living room, having its colorful lights reflected by the beads of sweat that coats our skins and turning it just possible to see each other’s faces.

My hips rock against Ray’s with a soft sound that cuts through the light silence of the living room, a silence that’s not genuine with the TV’s sounds that once sounded too loud but now are almost nothing near the moans that escape our lips and the slapping of skin against skin. It couldn’t be better.

The feeling is good, of course, but it simply turns into something else when I roll my hips against Ray and both of us moan loudly at the same moment—I just need to do it again, and again, and again. Holy fuck. My nails drag along Ray’s chest, leaving behind white lines that soon turn into bright red ones and I would swear they hurt if Ray’s moan didn’t falter at the same time his hips pushed up at the moment my nails sank in a little deeper. His fingers dig into my thighs just perfectly, probably going to leave marks behind, which I will look at later and remember this, how fucking good this feels.

With how good it is, it doesn’t take long until the pleasure from earlier catches up, building up the very same feeling from earlier in my lower stomach. Fuck off, not now, not now, not now.

“Shit,” I gasp, stilling my hips.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I— Fuck, I’m just close again,” I hiss a little, trying not to unconsciously move my torso as I look down at him. “Your fault for feeling so fucking good,” I chuckle.

Ray’s head falls to the side, facing away, but he looks at me again. “You love it.”

“You can bet I do!” I bite down on my bottom lip.

Waiting for the feeling to fade away into nothing feels like forever, a whole eternity until I’m moving my hips against Ray’s again and moaning loudly as I try to resist the temptation of rolling my hips against his more and more—judging by his moans, I doubt I’m the only one to enjoy them. I’m almost sure I mumble nonsense as I throw my head back, closing my eyes to focus on the pleasure, since I catch myself mumbling something along the likes of ‘fucking amazing’ when I’m briefly brought to reality when Ray adjusts his hands on my thighs.

A shaky sigh escapes my lips as I look down again, seeing Ray with his head thrown back and moaning, so I simply need to press kisses to his neck. I make sure to leave hickeys on the area his shirt covers, sucking and tugging on the skin with my teeth as my fingers sink into his chest, and the way Ray’s moans become louder only encourages me to keep going, to make him feel each time better.

“(Y/n),” he groans, voice high pitched, almost pathetic, but enough to have pride swelling in my chest.

“Y’feel so fucking good!” I gasp, finally rolling my hips against his. I can’t fucking resist. I take both of Ray’s hands in mine by the wrist to hold them down by the sides of his head. He would complain if he could, at least question it, all if he weren’t so disoriented. His half-lidded eyes only widen at the moment I pin him to the ground, and lower myself against him harder this time, gasping at how the pleasure waves run up my body, and do it again.

“Fuck, wait!” Ray cries out, voice almost cracking. “‘M close now! I— Close!” He cries out a little.

Reluctantly, I come to a stop, continuing to hold onto his wrists as I wait for Ray to calm down, soothingly thumbing at where my fingers once sank into his wrists. He looks at the nothing, eyes foggy with the horny haze until he manages to control it, locking his gaze with mine.

“Wow,” he exhales shakily, almost making me chuckle a little.

“Good, right?” I watch him nod in response before I press my lips to his softly, slowly tightening my hands around his wrists again as I start to move my hips. Both of us moan at the same time, not enough to break the kiss this time, even more with how my movements are slower now, careful so none of us are—intentionally—edged again. Ray fights against my grip at first, but slowly relaxes, only occasionally tensing up depending on the motions. Even if slow, they’re enough for Ray to shudder a little as he twitches.

A sigh escapes my lips with my ruined attempt to continue, interrupted by the pain tugging on the back of my thigh.

“Fuck,” I groan. “‘M tired. Fuck me instead.” I slowly let go of Ray’s wrists and tap his chest lightly.

Switching the positions is quick, with Ray soon adjusting his position between my legs, with one of his hands hooked under my leg to pull it up against myself. Ray slips in with a soft moan, having it happen easier this time, not to mention it’s a fucking good angle that requires me a lot less work; a loud moan escapes my lips as I arch my back against the ground—it digs into my shoulderblades like hell, but I’m not fucking caring about it over how good Ray fucks me right now.

The new position allows the pace to be rougher, having Ray’s hips meet mine in a faster rhythm as his free hand rests on my hip for support.

“Faster, Ray,” I groan softly, my fingers curling around nothing as my arms rest them above me. “I— Shit, I said faster!” A louder moan comes from me as Ray does as said, his thrusts not only growing faster but also harsher, reaching every right spot just right. It feels so fucking good, but it still feels like there’s something missing, so I try to ground myself for a moment, enough to get my hand down between us until my fingers are pressed to my clit. “Fuck,” a gasp escapes my lips as I arch my back.

“(Y/n),” Ray breathes, fingers digging into my skin. “‘M close!”

“Just a little bit more, Ray!” I shift myself a little. “I’m almost there...”

It doesn’t take long until the knot in my lower stomach turns tighter and tighter, sending waves up my thighs, and my release finally hits me. It’s especially long, making up for holding it back this whole time, making my thighs quiver as I arch my back. Fuck, it’s too good.

Ray gasps softly, his thrusts faltering, until a louder moan escapes his lips as I feel him twitch inside me. He stops for a moment, so I place a hand on his shoulder. “Ray, keep going, keep going,” I hum softly as he does as said, the stimulation having my legs twitch each time his hips meet mine, “fuck...”

Each movement seems to feel more intense once I press my eyes shut, as if I couldn’t squirm enough to get the best of it, but Ray pulls away at the right moment, letting out a broken moan. “So...” Ray breathes, finally joining me after a couple of minutes.

“Fucking amazing, Ray,” I sigh softly, pulling him for a hug. “I love you.”

Ray breathes a chuckle eyeing me with half-lidded eyes. “I love you.”

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fncreature · 3 years

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Flip

A bad jump, a cute boy, what could go wrong?

A/n: Remember that post about ice skating AUs? Here we go, I'm actually super proud of this. Also if any skaters read this then they're probably Freeskate 2-3

You stepped onto the rink to see the cutest boy you had ever seen.

He was just doing laps, so he was in the same session as you, he had gotten on the ice a couple minutes before you. You did a few laps, and then signed in and set your water bottle down.

You turned to continue skating and then you realized the boy was right behind you. Gorgeous brown eyes and cute brown curls.

He reminded you of that girl that was on your sessions sometimes, he would always smile when he looked at you, but his didn’t seem fake.

You left your jacket on the side, and swiped your keyfob. The rink had special ones for the music systems so you could do your programs. You tied the cloth belt around your waist so people would know not to get in your way while doing your program.

You got into your starting position, waited for your music to start, then worked through your program.

You finished, out of breath, took a sip of water, and noticed the boy skating over to you.

“Hey, um, that was really good” He said.

“Thanks. Anything I should do better?” You asked.

“Uh, yeah I think you could get a bit higher on your flip, and maybe add some arms on the way down the ice with your lunge” He offered.

“Yeah, I’ve been planning to add arms to the lunge. But you’re right, my flip needs work”

“I’m Peter by the way” Peter said awkwardly.

“Y/n” You told him.

“Hey, um, who’s your coach? Mine’s pretty good teaching flips so you should try to schedule something”

“I have Jamie” You told him.

“Try to schedule something with Coach Brandon, he’s my coach” Peter said.

“I might. Thanks for the help, Peter. Mind if I watch you run yours?” You asked.

“Uh-uhm, okay” He said nervously, setting his jacket down next to you, and grabbing the belt, swiping his key fob, amd getting into his starting position. He was pretty good, his flip was great, but you noted that his spin was kind of wobbly and to short. And something felt off about it. Something was missing.

He skated back to you, and asked, “Well?” “I think your spin was a bit wobbly and short, but that’s it. But I feel like something’s missing from it, y’know?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah, I felt that too” He said.

Then it hit you.

“It shouldn’t be a solo” You said. “You should find someone and make it a duet.” “That’s a great idea!” He smiled. “ Would you mind helping me figure some of it out now?”

“I would, but I’m a leftie. It wouldn’t work as well.”

His face lit up. “Yes it would, c’mon!”

You followed him over to the corner where you did jumps.

“So I’ll move my flip over here” He traced the outside of the right circle. “And you should go here” He traced the far end of the left circle with his marker.

“Frick, you’re right. We should do a duet.” You said

Peter smiled. “Okay, let’s start from the top.

“So, we should probably choose costumes” Peter said.

“Oh” You mumbled. “We probably should, yeah”

“Any color ideas?” He asked.

You laughed a bit. “You should choose colors. I either choose neutrals or blue”

“What do you think about red? Maybe I could do like a maroon shirt with black pants, would that look good?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, red’ll work. And the maroon shirt is a great idea, Pete” You told him. “I guess I need to find a dress now”

He enjoyed watching over your shoulder as you looked through dresses. He commented on a few he liked, many he hated. You both agreed on one, so that was the one you choose.

But Peter’s favorite thing, that was your dress rehearsals. Especially for the duet.

He would never tell you this, but he loved the way you looked in your dress. He loved the fact that you two got to hold hands in the start and end. He loved it all, and he loved you.

People would say that love is a strong word.

It is, really. And it’s accurate, describing how Peter feels about you.

And you loved Peter’s rehearsals. Especially the duet, for the same reasons.

He loved you.

And you loved him too.

And neither of you was ready to confess.

You two had the summer show coming up. So Peter decided.

The program went well. Peter loved it, so did you.

You grabbed his hand for the end, you two got into your ending pose, and the music ended.

You were about to smile at Peter and curtsy. You got as far as looking his way before he kissed you. He was about to pull away when you kissed him back.The applause in the background sounded like thunder now. You pulled away, curtsied, Peter bowed, and the two of you skated off of the rink.

You let go of his hand to pull on your guards.

“So I did that” Peter said.

“You did” You remarked.

“So, um- Did you-”

“You need more practice but it was great” You told him.

“The-the program or the kiss?” He asked.

“Both” You smiled at him.

“So-”

You cut him off by kissing him again.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #skater!reader x skater!peter parker #skater!peter parker x skater!reader #peter parker oneshot #ice skater au #figure skating au #ice skating imagine #figure skating imagine #ice skating oneshot #figure skating oneshot

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

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Oops, I Did It Again | Connor DBH

Plot: Sometimes you get bored. Sometimes you get crepes. Sometimes you get tackled by a St. Bernard [Connor DBH x Gender Neutral!Reader]

Word Count: 1,508

Warnings: dog

A/n: this is a direct sequel to this, and like most other sequels, it’s worse, lol. though, you do get to hang out with sumo in this one, so

Tags: @deviatedwinter

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There are certain situations in which charges get dropped. I can’t be bothered to list them, but trust me when I say an android revolution is one of them.

So, after like, a week on the run, you were free to go. No breaking and entering charge, no theft charge, no nothing. Just the memories of adrenaline in your veins, soft lips on yours and the joys of screwing over your employers.

After you’d obtained your freedom, you stayed in Detroit. It wasn’t like you had anywhere else to be or anything else to do. In truth, you were kind of bored. Believe it or not, there was not much to do in a rebuilding city except for supporting small businesses. So you did. Every Saturday was crepe day, that’s just how it was. Or at least, that’s how it was supposed to be.

One particular Saturday, you were halfway to the creperie. Your headphones were plugged in, your music was blasting, and you completely neglected to notice the very large St. Bernard headed your way. You had no choice but to take note, however, when the dog jumped on you, knocking you right to the ground. Another person may have been upset by this, but not you. You like dogs because you are a normal and good human being overall, so getting knocked over by a lovely pup such as this one kind of made your day.

“Hey there buddy! How are you? I am well,” you said, allowing the large beast to sniff you. Once the dog decided that you were worthy™, it rolled onto its back, allowing you to do the honour of petting it. You rolled with it, deciding to pet the heck out of this random dog.

“Awww, you’re such a good dog!! You are baby :),” you cooed, as the dog stuck his tongue out, very clearly enjoying himself.

Connor, the android sent by Hank, was not feeling the same way. Post-revolution, the deviant detective had moved in with his partner in solving crimes, and so had been sent to walk the lovely jewel of the household, Sumo. Usually, an activity such as this brought Connor joy, but somehow, the St. Bernard had escaped from his leash and run off through the streets of Detroit.

Connor was, obviously, not okay with this. He was in, as the kids call it, deep shit. Maybe, with a human dog-walker, losing a dog of Sumo’s size might be a little more understandable. A dog like that could easily send a toddler, or some other unsuspecting person flying through the air. Big dogs tend to be pretty strong, and Sumo was, in fact, a big strong dog. Connor was not some other unsuspecting person though. He wasn’t a toddler either. He was an android, a deviant android made of literal fucking metal. So, how did Sumo escape his grasp?

Plot contrivances.

But that wasn’t exactly an answer Hank would accept, so when Sumo fled Connor gave chase. You would think he’d be good at that considering his background as a detective. He’d chased several people and androids through the streets of Detroit, his thirium pump beating out of his chest, racing, surging forward as a familiar thrill raced through him. He’d run through this city, forward and back, too many times to count, feet hitting the ground in time with each simulated breath.

So, chasing a dog should be nothing, right? Ha, no. Out of all the things Connor had ever chased in his life, a slip of paper lost in the wind, an umbrella during a storm, deviants, criminals and the like, Sumo proved to be the most difficult creature Conner ever had the pleasure of chasing down. When he found the dog, though, Connor found the other most difficult creature he’d ever dealt with in his android life.

“Awww, you’re such a good dog!! You are baby :)”

“How did you say that out loud?”

You stopped petting the St. Bernard, purely out of shock. Now, there was a voice you’d never expected to hear again. You’d hoped for it, of course. Maybe you’d heard it in some of your stranger dreams, and maybe it had come in across your T.V, like, once, but you never actually believed you’d hear it again. At least not in person. However, when you turned, there he was. That fucking cop.

“Well, hey there Connor sent by- huh. Probably not Cyberlife anymore, huh?”

“I-”

“Oh, you weren’t sent by the police, were you? I swear anything you find in my apartment isn’t mine, I stole everything-”

“I-I’m… what?”

You stopped, standing up to face Connor directly. Sumo whined, though, so you stopped what you were planning on doing and resumed petting the dog, “Damn, I made you speechless. I am proud of myself just so you know.”

Connor looked at you, and then at Sumo. It seemed that the great beast liked you. With a sigh, the android took a seat on the other side of the dog and watched as you rubbed circles into the pup’s fur.

“So,” you smirked, “It’s nice to see you again! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside of a police department before, so this is cool. I like your shirt.”

Connor had no clue what the fuck you were on about, which was becoming a regular thing at this point. You were referring to a plain white shirt. He had no idea what there was to like about it. When you grinned at him, though, he didn’t care. He just wanted to say something to you.

“Thank you.”

“No problem! So, is this big guy yours?”

“Uh, well, yes, I suppose. His name is Sumo.”

If possible, your smile widened. You rubbed the fluff around Sumo’s face and cooed again, as if you were slowly becoming a pigeon, “Sumo!! Sumo, Sumo, Sumo. It’s perfect!”

For a moment, Connor found himself staring. He wasn’t sure what the word was for how he felt watching you fuss over his dog, but he knew it was… nice. Seeing you smile felt like seeing the sun come out after weeks of rain. It felt like a fresh pot of coffee in the station, or the joys of a case well done. It was nice. Really nice. It was just as confusing as everything else you did, though.

“Well, he is just the cutest thing!!” you squeaked. It actually took Connor a minute to realize you were talking to him.

“I’ve heard Hank call him a ‘good boy.’”

“He is!” you exclaimed before realizing you had no idea who Hank was. That, you decided, would not be a problem for you today. Maybe it would be for a future you, but you weren’t going to deal with it now. Now, you were going to cause other problems.

“So, how've ya been, Connor?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you, the last time I saw you we didn’t exactly talk, and a lot has happened since then, so… how are you?”

“I’m… I’m doing well. What about you, have you been alright since you…”

“Since I kissed you and fled the police station in the wee hours of the morning?”

“Yes, I believe that covers it.”

You giggled, the smile on your face growing soft as you remembered that night, “Yeah, that was fun. The charges were dropped so I’m generally free to go. I just have to avoid committing any other crimes and I should be in the clear.”

There was a moment of silence that almost broke you. Fortunately, Connor broke the silence first, “Did you not say everything in your apartment is stolen?”

You could not help the loud and obnoxious laugh that escaped you, “You got me there officer! Perhaps you’d like to visit sometime? Y’know, to investigate,” on the last word you made sure to wiggle your eyebrows intensely. You weren’t sure if Connor got the joke, but he did smile, so that was a win.

“So, (Y/N), where were you headed before Sumo interfered?”

“Damn, Con! It’s always straight to the point, huh?”

“Straight t-?”

“I was actually on my way to grab crepes. I enjoy supporting local businesses.”

The android raised an eyebrow and gave you a very fun smirk, “Are you sure you aren’t stealing from them?”

“Positive. You could join me if you wanted to check? They allow dogs, so...”

Once again, there was a moment of nerve-wracking silence. Thank god for Connor, honestly, “I think I would like that.”

His answer was semi-unexpected but entirely welcome. You jumped to your feet, instantly ready to go, “Come on then! Let’s go! Rock and roll, buckaroo!”

Once again confused and charmed by your antics, Connor followed your lead, standing and calling Sumo to his side.

Yeah, you were still odd. And you made him feel weird, but it was the best kind of weird. You were a lovely type of strange, the exact type that made him smile. And you got along with his dog. That, my homeskillet, is a good thing.

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