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veala2 · 6 months

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“ꜰᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ.”

fluff prompt: “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

SYNOPSIS - The love cook is diagnosed with a heavy heart and irritable face- redness syndrome. Safe to say: the boy’s in love. Now he just needs to confess to be cured! If only it was that simple…

CW - Cheesy, corny fluff that’s good for the soul, gn!reader, Sanji having chronic nose bleeds, Zoro shows up and spoils the show, and Chopper shows up to save the day!

A/N - Ahhhh I’m so glad I managed to finish this tonight. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Increased heart rate for periods of time.

Blood heavily rushed to the face for long periods of time.

Blood heavily rushing from nostrils for extreme periods of time.

When Chopper caught Sanji (once again) earning his title as “Mr. Nosebleed'' so affectionately given by Zoro, he first diagnosed him with the classic ‘No more pervertedness!’ and expected it to work. But in a week's time, Sanji was once again lying on Chopper's bed with his face in his hands and ears tipping off his hidden cherry face.

“We need to try something new, Sanji. It seems like Nami and Robin aren’t the causes of this. Tell me what you were doing when the nosebleeds started.”

The chef sighs, thinking carefully about the past few days.

“Well, I was making Lunch one time. Luffy walked in with Y/N, and when I asked them what they wanted to drink, I couldn’t get it out and felt the blood rushing to my face.”

Chopper quickly scribbles this down, scratching his chin at the evidence given.

“Can you give me another example?” He asked.

“Uhm… I was out giving drinks to Nami, Robin and Y/N when I just couldn’t help but feel the blood spill down my nose.”

It was then that Chopper could vaguely put the pieces together. In the stories, Y/N seemed to be a constant in both. Appearing when Sanji’s strange emotions rose. An idea formed in his head.

“Sanji, all of these instances have Y/N in common. Do you have feelings for them?”

The chef's eyes swiftly widened at the thought of his crewmate, making him stutter like a mad man.

“What? No! I don’t- I can’t say… okay, maybe I do. It won’t stop no matter how many times I try. At first I just assumed it was all of Nami, Robin and Y/N. But when it was just the two of us… I understood.”

Chopper almost felt pity for his chef. His defeated slump, his hands covering his face and his undoubtedly- but deniable- feelings for Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Sanji!” Chopper chirped, patting his blonde hair with his hooved paw, “I know your cure! You just have to tell them your feelings and you’ll start feeling better. It’ll get rid of the heavy feeling in your chest and you might stop bleeding!… as much.”

Sanji almost wanted to cry.

“But!-“

“No buts! You're taking up my medicine making time by pining too much. You must do this, Sanji! For the good of humanity and your nose!”

When the morning sky falls and night comes into view, Sanji expertly makes a fantastical feast. Anything to keep him off the task that Chopper assigned for him. He knew what he needed to do.

The day that he discovered he was crushing hard on you was some random afternoon. He was experimenting with some recipes and decided to ask for your opinion.

The bright smile you had while munching on his food, cheeks a slight red and overall joy made his heart skip a beat. It’s a moment he’s not going to forget any time soon. Like a photographer, he snapped a mental picture of your face and just refuses to let it slide.

So, when Sanji once again asked for your opinion on new recipes, he tried to compose himself through deep breaths and drinking herbal tea.

“Hey, Sanji! I practically drifted in from that smell. Lemme guess: banana chocolate cake with… espresso?” You smiled, leaning on the edge of the kitchen counter with him on the other side. Making him red from the closeness.

“Uh- yeah! y-yeah, I added some in for some extra flavour. Surprised you picked up on it.” He stammered, looking away to keep his composure.

You grabbed a plate of the cake, grabbing a fork and taking a bite. Sanji closes and opens his eyes, spinning towards you and looking determined. Making you look confused.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something!” He starts. You raise an eyebrow.

“What’s up?” You asked, giving him a gentle smile.

“Look, th-there’s been something I’ve been wanting off my chest.. for a while. And it’s not the easiest thing in the world. You see, I-“

Before Sanji could confess, his least favourite man in the entire world bursted through the door, causing the kitchen to shake as a result. That said man places a hand on his three swords, an angered expression on his face.

“Not the kitchen, dining room, library or your locker! Dumb cook, where did you hide all the booze!?”

His abruptive-ness makes you giggle, only adding to Sanji’s frustration.

“Beat it, moss head! I’m busy here!”

Zoro looks over towards you and Sanji, the gears in his head turning as he realises what’s happening between the both of you. Thanks to his closeness with the little doctor, he knew about this exchange. If he did, it would be a safe bet to assume a part of the ship would be wrecked.

“Oh, did you finally grow the balls to confess to Y/N? I’ll head out then.” He bails, pushing through the double doors and effectively sealing Sanji’s fate.

You sharply turn your head towards the love- sick cook. Eyebrows furrowing together and light pink dusting your face. An obviously embarrassed face. He feels like he’s going to explode from how embarrassed he was.

You… had a theory of his feelings for you. But it was never confirmed until now.

Well, watching a man gain a nosebleed by simply handing you a drink did make you wonder. How he would only ask you to try his new recipes, how he always turned a little pink while looking at you, how you could almost see smiles he would try to hide whenever you laughed or did anything. Cute, dumb, smart, it didn’t matter.

“Sanji… you like me? Is this why you’ve been so weird around me for weeks?” You asked, keenly focusing on his sweating form.

“Uh, yes! I like you! No, sorry, I-I love you! Dammit!”

The cook sighed, hiding his face in his hands, running his back against the cold kitchen wall and sliding down. After fumbling his confession, he couldn’t bring himself to bring himself up.

Crouching down, you sigh with a small smile and move his hands away. He tried to move his face away, but moved back towards you with your gentle hands on his face.

He wanted to scream and run away. Grumble and wallow in his own self pity. Wanting to turn back time to when he could be confident and charming, swooping you off your feet like a true prince. But instead he hides and wants to crawl into the ground.

“Hey… look at me…” You whisper, so softly and so kindly he thought it would hurt if he denied you. So he turned, eyes sad.

“I… I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering… but that failed, so…”

Your heartstrings tug a little at his tiny voice. Not to mention his sad face is cute as hell.

“Sanji, it’s ok,” You start, standing him up on his own two feet and looking into his eyes.

“I thought it was perfect, no failures at all. And - for the record- I kind of knew you had feelings for me... And it’s reciprocated.”

It was almost like a light shone down from the heavens with that statement. His once glossy eyes now turn to pure joy. He smiled, an honest ear- to- ear smile.

“Really!?”

“Really really.”

In a love- stricken haze, he leans against the wall. Almost floating in the air with how light he feels. No more heavy blushing or profuse bleeding, no. Just pure euphoria with how his confession was received. After a couple seconds, he shoots back up, holding out his arms to hold both of your shoulders. A thought rushing through his mind while you give him a bewildered look.

“Wait, that means you’ll date me! Does that mean I’m your boyfriend now? Oo! Does that mean you’re my girlfriend?”

Oh man, were you gonna have fun messing around with him and loving him.

#one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece x you #sanji x reader #one piece headcanons #vinsmoke sanji x reader #blackleg sanji x reader #sanji headcanons #sanji being a DORK #and you all loving it ❤️

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 24: “I’m doing this because I care about you,”

Content warning: none

Villain knew the exact moment Hero snapped back into consciousness. Not because they were watching them, nor because of some particularly developed sense of hearing. No, Villain knew the exact moment Hero woke up because of the hacking, painful cough that tore through them the moment they opened their eyes.

By the time Villain had bookmarked their place and moved into their living room, Hero was gasping for air. They were clutching at their chest, blankets thrown haphazardly around their waist, tears dripping down their face as they struggled to breathe.

They looked horrible. Red faced and clammy, shaking with a constant chill despite the thick blanket Villain had thrown over them. Villain could practically see the fever wafting off of them. If there were a picture in the dictionary for the word ‘sick’, Hero’s face would be plastered there as a prime example.

It took Hero a moment to lift their gaze. When they did, their eyes widened in shock. “You—where, what–” Their eyes flicked across their surroundings at breakneck speeds, before returning to Villain with a confused glare. “Am I on your couch?!”

“It’s a sofa, but yes.”

They stared in disbelief. “Why?”

“I thought that bringing you to bed would be a tad too forward. Was I wrong?” Villain asked, voice a purr. They grinned at the way the redness on Hero’s cheeks darkened.

Hero scowled, “You're wrong for thinking I want to be on your stupid couch,” they grumbled, working to untangle themselves from the blankets. With an amount of effort Villain couldn’t help but notice, Hero lifted themselves onto unsteady legs, one hand still resting on the sofa’s arm.

They took a step. The jangling of a chain accompanied the movement.

Hero looked down, finally noticing the cuff connected to their left ankle. The other end was locked snugly around the sofa’s leg.

Hero turned to face Villain. They didn’t even look angry, simply annoyed. “Are you kidnapping me again?” they sighed.

Villain grinned. Ignoring the distrusting glare Hero sent their way, they snapped their fingers. Their abilities responded eagerly, and their once empty palm was filled.

A simple medicine cap appeared in Villain’s hand, filled to the brim with a thick, purple liquid.

Hero looked up at them like they'd grown a second head. “You brought me here to take medicine?”

“I brought you here because you dropped from the sky in a dead faint mid battle, before I so much as touched you,” There was an edge to Villain’s voice. They swallowed it, forcing their smile to remain in place. “I certainly wasn’t going to waltz up to your agency, carrying you like a princess. So I decided to take you home with me.”

Villain didn’t miss the way Hero’s eyes widened at their words. Or how their stare was filled with confusion like they had no memory of the day’s events.

Hero turned away. “It’s barely a cold. I didn’t need help.”

Didn’t need help. Yes, because someone ready to fall over in public, their allies nowhere in sight, in the middle of a fight with a villain, didn’t need help. It was ridiculous, the typical, endlessly stubborn non-logic they knew Hero for. It was usually something Villain found amusing. But looking at Hero now, the shadows under the eyes, the gauntness to their face that a simple cold could not explain, Villain felt only anger.

They couldn’t stop thinking about Hero falling. Their eyes rolling into the back of their skull, whatever retort they’d been about to make dissolving into a nonsensical slur. How they’d just dropped, falling like a bird shot from the sky.

Villain would never admit to the scream that’d torn from their lips at the sight. They didn’t want to consider how close of a call it’d been. If Villain had been just a little slower to act…

Villain pushed the thought from their mind, instead pushing the cap into Hero’s hands. Hero held it like Villain had just presented them with a dead rat.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I’m doing this because I care about you.”

Hero sighed, “You’re doing this because you like bothering me.”

“Those two sentiments aren’t mutually exclusive,” Villain grinned. “And there’s no fun in defeating you when a cold is doing the work for me.”

Hero glared for a long moment. Finally they sighed, defeated. They lifted the cup to their lips, throwing their head back and swallowing the medicine as if it were a shot of bourbon. They returned the cup to Villain’s outstretched hand without question. “Done. Can I leave now?”

Villain took the cap back graciously, sending it back to their bathroom with a wave of their hand. “And what made you think you’d be leaving so soon?”

“But I thought–,” a sudden cough interrupted them, hacking and thick with flem. Villain almost winced at the noise. “-- I took the stupid medicine, what else do you even want?!”

They wanted Hero to avoid keeling over in their foolish goal of saving every pathetic little life in the city. “Plenty. Your downfall, the keys to the city…,” they said instead. “But that’s besides the point. You won’t be doing any more heroics for the remainder of the day. I suspect you'll be dead to the world within the hour.”

Hero's eyes bulged. “D-did you drug me?!” Their voice squeaked with indignation.

“If you consider Nyquil a drug, then yes.”

“Oh,” and just like that, their anger faded. “Then I’ll be fine, a little cough medicine isn’t going to knock me out.”

“Have you had Nyquil before?” Villain asked. ”Darling, it’s infamous, and you already look dead on your feet. I wouldn’t bet on your chances”

Hero crossed their arms, pouting like a stubborn toddler. “I’ll be fine. I'm not even tired,” Villain noted that they also sounded like a stubborn toddler. They decided not to mention either fact.

Villain sighed, hands moving to rest on their hips. “Your abuse of the word ‘fine’ aside, I’ll make you a deal.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Hero countered, scowling. And then they sniffed, entirely ruining the impact of the expression.“You let me go, and I don’t kick your ass.”

Villain ignored them. “Stay for an hour. If you’re still awake by then, I’ll let you go.”

“I don’t have time to just sit around!” Hero groaned, pulled at the chain on their leg. The cuff was made of a soft, comfortable material, but it was sturdy. It stayed firm despite their tugging, which only encouraged them to tug harder. “I’m supposed to be on duty!”

“You’re also actively being kidnapped, as you put it. Most hostages don’t get to negotiate the terms of their stay. Be thankful.”

Hero glared, expression more of a pout than anything else. Red faced and ruffled hair, they looked as intimidating as a kitten.

Villain grinned. “But fine, if you’re so insistent on leaving, I can negotiate. Stay for forty five minutes.”

“Hell no. Twenty five.”

“Absolutely not. Thirty, and I get to pick the movie.”

Hero raised an eyebrow. “The movie?”

“Well, I’m not going to just sit here waiting for you to pass out.” Villain huffed.

Hero glared for a long moment, arms crossed. Villain could see them considering their options, stubborn pride battling against bone-deep exhaustion.

They saw the moment Hero’s exhaustion won out. They sighed, shoulders slumping, and they flopped back into their seat. “Fine. Thirty minutes and I’m out of here.”

Grinning, Villain sat themselves besides Hero, making a show of getting comfortable. They spread the blanket across both of them. Hero huffed, but didn’t move.

“I hope I get you sick.” Hero sniffled.

“I’m not exactly human, my dear; your little bug won’t touch me. Feel free to continue to hope however.”

The pair sat in near silence for a moment, the only sound the occasional hacking cough. After several minutes of consideration, Villain settled on a film. A simple, vapid romantic comedy. Utterly unremarkable and dull. The perfect film to fall asleep to.

They turned to their nemesis, finger hovering over the play button. “Any complaints?”

Hero shrugged. “Whatever. It's not like I'll be watching.”

“Because you'll be asleep, I know.”

“Because I'll be leaving.”

“Certainly. Whatever you say…” Villain’s voice dripped with condescension. Hero only huffed.

Villain flicked the movie on and snuggled into the blanket.

The film was just as unimpressive as Villain had hoped. It was just interesting enough to be vaguely entertaining, but it was clearly a film designed to be background noise. Which was perfect, of course.

Villain wasn’t paying the film any mind. What they were truly focused on was Hero. They’d tucked themselves underneath the blankets, half-curled into the covers. Their arms were crossed over their chest, expression set as if their very honor depended on them staying awake.

Hero was fighting a battle against exhaustion, and it was obvious they were losing. Within the first ten minutes, they’d already begun snuggling into the covers, pulling the material close to their trembling frame. Their eyes were barely open by the fifteen minute park. They were still sitting upright, but their head would tip forward every few minutes, eyes falling shut. They’d always jerk themselves back to wakefulness moments later. Villain didn’t miss the way they’d glance over to Villain each time it happened, expression embarrassed. Villain carefully did not meet their gaze.

Villain resisted a smile when Hero finally leaned back fully, resting their head against the sofa.

By the half hour mark, Hero had gone entirely slack. Their mouth was slightly ajar, quiet, congested snores the only noise they made. They were out like a light, just like Villain had predicted.

Slowly, carefully, Villain leaned towards them. “Time’s up darling,” Villain whispered into Hero's ear, tone thick with amusement. “Should I let you go? You seem rather comfortable.”

“Hnnn…”Hero only grumbled in response, words unintelligible. They shifted in place, and Villain froze and Hero flopped over, falling to lean heavily against their side. They tucked themselves into Villain, nose pushing itself into the crook of Villain’s neck.

They hummed sleepily, content, before falling still again.

“Oh,” Villain didn’t dare move. They could feel heat coming off Hero in waves, fever leaving their skin clammy against Villain’s. Their breath ticked against Villain’s neck. Neither feeling was particularly unpleasant.

They tried to move away, carefully shifting Hero’s body to rest against the sofa’s arm. But then Hero gave a half-conscious whine, fingers blindly gripping at Villain’s shirt. Even in their sleep they were stubborn as ever.

Villain sighed, accepting their impromptu downgrade to Hero’s cushion. They made a mental note to continue their ‘kidnapping’ for the remainder of the week.

#oh this is barely whump once more #sickfic #sick whumpee #stubborn whumpee #hero whumpee #villain caretaker #whump #whumblr #hero x villain #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 24 #illness whump #my stuff

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goldsbitch · 4 months

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That second flight

part 4 to That one Christmas flight

summary: What happens when people stop lying to themselves? Sometimes, you get a good night out of it.

warnings: cheesy af, swear words and alcohoI guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

Do not fuck it up, do not fuck it up, do not fuck this up.

Hey you? What kind of a message even is that? Ugh. She ruined it. Now she will have to move away and start her life again.

The weather forecast predicted high levels of overreacting for today.

He must have liked the cool girl vibe she somehow gave of on the plane. Y/N prayed for the gods of cool vibes to bless her again.

Lando was just about to start an interview for Sky Sports when he received her message. He imagined this was how it felt to win a podium. On the top of the world. He gave an absolutely charismatic, energetic and funny interview. One that would surely create lots of gifs on the socials. PR manager even high-fived him when they finished. To be honest, he could not wait for a moment of solitude so that he could reply.

"hey" he started. "so I broke the rule, ups" Her reply came instantly.

"I've noticed. But then again, you radiate speeding tickets vibe from miles away. So no surprise."

He smiled, well aware of how efficient the Italian ticketing was running.

"paid one last week, so you got me there" "so, how's your cool student life going?"

"Trying gain some wisdom, as people just feel free to call me dumb on social media these days."

"compliments come in a variety of forms, don't discriminate"

From now on, there was no way back.

The next few days consisted of constant texting. Joking around, sending pictures capturing their daily life - both of them keeping in secret that lots of the information shared was nothing new. They were careful, somewhat distancing themselves from any real deep topics. But, days felt like blur, waiting for the next text to come and somehow managing to live the real life in between that. Y/N stayed in most evenings, almost making her friends concerned.

It did not take long enough for famously patient Lando to getting sick of it. They had a week between the next three week round of races. It was now or never. He missed one chance by being mr. mysterious, so mr. direct it was now.

"so, lady. what are you doing this weekend?" he asked out of the blue.

"I dunno. Probably studying, I guess."

"well, you're smart enough, you can skip that. let's meet up."

Y/N pretended to herself that she was second guessing. She headed out, to the bar where her friends were hanging out before they planned on heading to some faculty party. She felt joining them suddenly. Sat quietly, listening to their usual chit chat. Her charade lasted about seven minutes.

"Yes. Let's." she texted and threw her phone deep down to her bag. She was nervous, heart racing and mind quite not catching up yet.

"I need to tell you guys something," she interrupted them and almost demanded immediate attention. Questioning looks followed. "Uh, so I met this guy on a plane. And I'm gonna see him again this weekend."

Saying it like that, she realized that it was all kind of real and that she probably could not explain it in words how bizzare it all felt.

"Aw, that's cute! Tell us more!" Teresa clapped excitedly, the whole weird vibe surrounding her friend making more sense now.

Y/N expected her friends to be more shocked. "Um, yeah. It's just this guy. I don't really know how it's gonna happen, but yeah."

"Is he coming here? Can we meet him?"

Y/N kept the information that they already did to herself. Just in case she is left stranded alone and disappointed.

"I don't...I don't know actually. Yeah."

"We will do as we always do - sharing location and staying by if needed, honey."

Y/N missed a text notification. "great. i'll fly you out to somewhere where we can be alone, not to sound too creepy."

She landed an hour after him. Lando sent a picture of him waiting at the airport cafe.

He booked the best hotel room he could find. Well, technically he booked two rooms. Just in case she wanted to keep her distance or if by any chance he fucked up so royally, that she would refuse to share space with him. At least, he could walk away from this like a gentleman.

Since she last him, she forgot just how hot this guy was in person. Seeing him, sitting casually sipping coffee and glued to him phone, she took a moment to study him. It was as if he was tailored specifically to her taste. His clothes covering his godlike body, not too muscular but enough for the sight of his arms sending her to different dimension. The origin of her audacity she had to be the first one to talk to him on the plane was unknown to her. There was no more panic left in her body, as she had done nothing but panicking the whole flight.

She walked and sat opposite to him.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey yourself," she replied. There was a moment of awkward silence. Turns out there was a bit of panic left in Y/N after all. Last week she though she'd never see this guy. And now she was staring in his eyes.

"Do you want some coffee?," he asked innocently. He looked her up and down, excited to see her. All of his worries he refused to acknowledge were gone. After all, she got up and flew here just to hang out with him. The reality of this filled him with confidence.

"Yes. A small tiny espresso with no milk."

"Great. Let's grab that and hit the road."

Lando's car might have as well run on butterflies alone present in his vehicle. There was absolutely no way for him to drive some random rental car, so he called up McLaren people to provide him one for the night. It came up in the same conversation when he requested personal time off. Both things came to a certain level of surprise, as he had never done this before. Y/N knew she had to work on a group project for one of her minor classes. Just like him, she had done something she would not have dared - and completely ghosted her group for this weekend.

"You look nice, btw," he commented casually.

"Well yeah, when you're not on an overnight flight across half of the world wearing airport attire, it makes thing easier."

"Hm, I would say sweatpants have some magic to them."

It was hard for Y/N to get the image of him out of her head.

"So, where is my lovely kidnapper taking me?"

They discussed prior to this that the vibe they would like out of this was a casual dinner and then finding the shittiest club possible and have some fun, trying to remain as private as possible yet within the vicinity of the small Italian city.

"My assistant found this lovely little place in the centre. Don't get mad, but I had him completely book it out. You know, the privacy thing," he said with more insecurity than one would expect.

Y/N picked up on that and tried to lighten up the mood. It seemed a bit excessive to do that, but he probably knew what he was doing.

"Your assistant," she gagged over dramatically. "Jesus, am I not worth enough for you to google on your own? Mr. Busy man. Was he also the one who found me online them?" she joked?

"I'm sure I'd have to hire a special person to that if I planned on outsourcing it."

"Creep."

"You love it."

And she did.

He parked in front of the restaurant, without a care for the world.

"So you're telling me we're making a big deal about keeping a secret that you're here, yet you decide to park like a proper asshole?" she remarked while he opened the door for her. Jokes were making her focus on something else than the fact she was falling for him too hard.

"Oh, you're going absolutely hate my plan," he laughed as they were entering the full on empty restaurant.

"Wow, look at that. I invited all my friends!" he whispered to her ear before addressing the owner.

"Hello, you must be Dario?"

This Dario person smiled brightly at him. "Ah, mister Papaya!" Lando nodded and Y/N rolled her eyes. Dario then started speaking Italian without a care of the world. Language wise deaf Lando did not count for the fact people just did not speak English in this part of Italy. A tiny crack in his plan. What was he suppose to do, call Carlos? But, Y/N having spend a good year or two studying there was there to ease the situation. She whipped out her B1 Italian and greeted the man. Dario's happiness filled up the room.

He seated them and immediately brought local red wine and giving a long talk about where this wine was from and how his grandma used to pick up the grapes herself and how the notes did this and that. Y/N tried to translate at the beginning, but Dario looked like was ready to give a TED talk. She started to loose the grasp of the story, which Lando observed. And like good gentleman he helped her out. No, of course not, when he saw her getting lost, he put on a super interested face and asked about seven follow up questions. Y/N was super annoyed. The kind of annoyed that creates a smile on your face.

When this showdown finally ended, Y/N nearly gulped the wine down. "So rude, Dario just said, you're suppose to sit it and let it roll," said Lando and with too much affect sipped his wine. "Aah," he took a deep breath and the bit his tongue. Y/N stuck her tongue out completely like a five year old child. "Yes, I can your red tongue, that's also one of the reasons why you sip it."

They sat, talked and laughed. He seemed genuinely interested when she blabbed a little bit too long about her latest projects. And then he asked her for a feedback on his latest merch, which by sheer coincidence included lots of photos of him. It was hard to admit how much he enjoyed the idea of her looking at him.

"So, um. I'm not sure I understood Dario correctly. But it looks like he insists on getting us the local speciality," she said hesistantly.

"Well, only if his grandma would approve. But why is this strange look on your face?"

"I must have gotten it wrong. Because burnt pasta just sounds wrong. If I wanted that, I could have stayed and have my roommate cook for us."

"Hm, that is an interesting idea." Lando pretended he did not know her roommate's name.

Once Darion brought out the burnt pasta, the couple had a hard time not to laugh.

"When in Rome...well not in Rome, but you get the idea."

"Why is this good?" Y/N proclaimed with her mouth full to the limit.

Lando laughed. "Ah, we have a lady at the table, I see. I mean yeah, I am not supposed to be having pasta now, but this is so weirdly good."

They finished their strange pasta and the bottle of wine. Said goodbye to Dario, Y/N tried not to think on how much it cost to close a restaurant down.

"Wait, what are we going to do about the car? We can't drive now."

"Not to sound like a complete asshole, but I'd like we remove the WE from any sentence including driving now at the beginning, if that is ok. And like I said at the beginning, you're gonna hate this."

"Go on, Lando boy. Tell me."

"Yeah, the car was provided by my employer. And they really need me, so I'm just going to leave the car here to get towed and inform them later."

"Jesus, why!"

"Well, I figured we'll get a taxi in the morning. I want to enjoy all the time I have with you. Dealing with the car is not on the menu today."

There was nothing for Y/N to reply. She was having too much fun to be thinking.

They found what seemed to be the shittiest bar playing 80's and 90's songs, weirdly colored lights swinging out of the rhythm and with people there consisting of old papas and few probably underaged kids. They brought their own wine bottle from Dario, Lando paid 100 euro for two glasses and for the bartender leaving them alone. It did not take long for Y/N to break out to the dance floor. Lando watched her clumsy yet somehow elegant moves for a moment, before he joined her. They danced, as if they were the only people there, laughing and completely ignoring the looks they were getting. And to the tones of remix of Brother Louis, they kissed again. And this time, they kept kissing until late hours, hand roaming around each other, as if they were two teenagers making out for the first time.

part 5

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shanieveh · 3 days

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REVERSE 01 ↺: hi, i love you

wriothesley x fem!reader smau

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That's life basically.... although Wriothesley is quite literally the biggest fish in the sea, known as the the biggest catch, the lengths you go through to get him still brings shock to people's faces. It only gives one the hypothesis that your obsession love you have for this man runs deep.

But if only they knew... oh okay tmi!!!

"Interesting..." you see Charlotte peeking through your phone—this gossip! you snatched her notes:

'Wriothesley Craze! Life from an Obsessed Fan's perspective'

You then began tearing it to pieces much to her whining and crying. With that, classes began, you open your notebooks with pictures full of him and his defined biceps.

His big game will be next week and you will make sure, oh you will ABSOLUTELY make sure, you will scream and cheer the loudest. After all, seeing his dangerous smirk and his relaxed glare, you're already giddy and focus gone while imagining as the teacher calls you much to your uninterested sigh. This killjoy.

Just as you were about to sleep, the most important notification posted. Ding!

And just like that another picture to be printed. Your innocent teenage crush on this man was taking quite the toll on your mental health, but he's just... he's so perfect.

You can't seem to describe it, but there was no part in you that don't approve of your actions. And even if every valentines he rejects you, or every christmas he puts aside your gifts. Just being on his side, just knowing his thoughts it was enough for you.

This life was enough for you. He was enough.

Hours passed and you finish all your homeworks quietly in the school library. Many have this stereotype that the duke has your whole heart, but that was not true at all.

At least, now when you're doing homework or with your friends.

After all everyone has their limit to desires, everything breaks once its pivotal point is shattered.

But as you schedule the big game in your calendar, you knew it won't be having anytime soon as you read 'Pride and Prejudice' and imagine him as Darcy who'll beg for forgiveness for his constant ignoring and rejecting!

Maybe one day he'll have to do this constant chase, and you'll be:

"Your selfish disdain for the feeling of others made me realize that you were the last man i could ever be prevailed upon to marry!"

You clench your fist to the sky as you deliver it like an oscar-winning actress with a posh and a british accent. In an embarassing moment you looked around to see if anyone saw you in the act, but only the winds and crickets answered back. Thank God.

With that thought, giggles emitted as you exit the library to your home, day over. But little did you know the oldest saying in the book, the walls... have ears.

———————————[ 01 —↺— 02 ]———————————

the whole campus knows about your 3 year crush on the student body president and basketball captain wriothesley. you were fine with his constant ignoring and rejections until something happened, until you stopped, and a reverse took place... now he won't leave you alone.

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chronically-ghosted · 8 months

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Little Monsters

rating: 18+ Explicit

pairing: dieter x f!reader

word count: 5K

summary: A phone call home to your family has you missing them desperately . . . especially your husband, who always knows exactly what you need.

warnings/tags: pregnancy, Dieter has children and is actually a really good dad, director!reader, 1st half is mind numbing tooth rotting FLUFF, 2nd half is straight filth and dieter has a nasty nasty mouth, masturbation, camera/phone sex, slight breeding kink, one single use of ‘Daddy’, if I had an ounce of shame left in me I would not have posted this

a/n: special shout outs go to @spookyxsam for showing me about how babies work and to @lunapascal and @mysterious-moonstruck-musings for talking me off the daddy dieter ledge. this is my first pregnancy fic and i do not know what came over me (she lied, knowing damn good and well what happened to her brain chemistry)

from @yoursoulsunbreakable 's request: Hello sweetie, congratulations on your milestone <3 Here's my request for the little drabble: 5. “Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.” With our precious Dieter and smutty? Hope it'll inspire you 😘

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“Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.”

“Oh, Dieter, I’d – I’d –,”

“Yeah?”

You let out a burst of air from your lips, flopping back against the pillows. “I’d ask you for a foot rub,” you whine into the camera.

He chuckles, the sound a bit garbled through the speakers. He leans forward into the camera, as if trying to see down your body, the angle of the phone against the hotel’s lamp not quite right.

“Is Bravo Baby number three giving you trouble?”

You eye your swelling feet over the steadily swelling bump. Well into your second trimester and the list of shoes in your closet you could still wear is shrinking rapidly. This also happened with your second child and when Dieter made one joke about keeping you barefoot in the kitchen, you nearly threw a butcher’s knife at his head. You stroke the left side of your stomach to preemptively soothe the little brat before they start wailing on that spot all night, sighing into your husband’s sympathetic, pixelated face.

“They’ve been grouchy all day. Tom had to leave me in the car for a bit after we scouted a potential place for the exterior shots to finish taking pictures because somebody was having a grand old time wearing me out.” You narrow your eyes at him through the camera. “As if there was any doubt this was your child.”

This is a constant inside joke between you. Your first kid, a girl, was a beautiful blend of both you and Dieter. His eyes, but your hair, your cheeks, and his nose. He also got to name her – said it came to him after he bought some chocolate and water at the hospital lounge –

“Zelle, Dieter, ‘Zelle’?? Like the money transaction service?”

But you had been too zonked out on painkillers and endorphins to object (you thought it was beautiful at the time), and he signed the papers anyway. Neither of you had come up with a fitting name before then and he swears the instant he held his baby girl in his hands for the first time, it came to him, as if the stars rearranged themselves in the sky with that name. Incurably a romantic at heart – your husband – you found it sweet and also idiotic, but it was too late now.

Your second one, Orion, had his name written down on a post-it note you carried in your purse for months and you made sure to show the nurse when you were admitted. Not that Dieter would intentionally go against the name you had agreed on if the baby was a boy, but there was a slim chance he’d get so caught up in the moment and, with watery eyes, tell the nurse to write something like Mars Bar on the birth certificate.

And, for all that, Orion could have been a carbon copy of you.

The joke started when Dieter picked him up from his crib one night and brought that gurgling little mouth right up to his nose. “Are you sure you didn’t just spontaneously create this one? I don’t see a single hint of me in this little guy.” To which Orion giggled around a drool-damp fist and promptly bopped his father on the nose with it.

“Are you saying you don’t remember what happened the night he was conceived?” You asked with a smirk over your shoulder as you returned some baby bibs to the drawer.

Dieter snorted and slid Orion into the crook of his arm, those onesie-white feet seen kicking over his forearm. “Now Mommy is just being plain silly.”

That was five years ago and you couldn’t exactly deny you were excited for the smell of newborn to be all over your husband again.

“I’ll be glad when we hit the last trimester,” he says, chin propped up on his wrist to stare down at you in his other palm, “so I can wave that doctor’s note in your face when you try to work too hard . . . like you are now.”

You shift onto your side to face him, rolling your eyes. “You only like the third trimester for the sex hormones.”

After spending most of your first pregnancy, and at least half of your second, trying to claw Dieter’s eyes out if he so much as breathed in your direction, he was delighted to find that by month seven, the hellcat who had taken over his wife’s body turned into a needy, whiny little kitten.

Some of the best orgasms of his life come from those months, he swears up and down.

“I’m not going to complain,” he grins, peering down at you from those prescription sunglasses. The Dieter you used to know wore them because he was constantly hungover; your husband wears them because he keeps accidentally misplacing his actual prescription glasses. “All I’m saying is you better be back in time so Daddy can play house with Mommy.”

The shrill cry is heard through the phone, the closed bedroom door, and at least one hallway:

“Is Mommy on the phone?”

Barely a second later, you watch over his shoulder as the door flings open and a wild blur of arms and legs dogpiles Dieter onto the bed. You hear him grunt, the camera flips up to the ceiling, as Zelle and Orion clamor for the phone. Chuckling to yourself, you take up the phone from the bedside table and hold it in your palm as you lean back against the pillows and your children’s faces flash over the small screen.

“Mommy, I made a bug out of noodles and string today.”

“Mommy, I saw a cat that looked like a cow today.”

“Mommy, Daddy’s broccoli tasted funny - you cook it better!”

“Hey!” He lunges for Zelle’s little ankle and pulls her up around her waist as she giggles helplessly.

You can barely see them, Orion’s pudgy little finger over most of the camera, Dieter’s hair and Zelle’s kicking feet visible only in flashes.

“You better go help your sister, Orion!”

Needing no other prompting, he drops the phone against the pillows and leaps onto his father, squealing at the noise Dieter makes. Where Orion got your looks, he had all of his father’s mannerism. You blinked twice when as a toddler Orion’s purposeful pout had looked so similar to his father’s, you wondered if they had practiced it together. Orion is ruthless when it comes to the tickle wars and immediately goes for Dieter’s neck.

“Help!” he chokes, “I’m being overrun by tiny monsters!”

Zelle roars at his hip and Orion howls – he’d be a werewolf for Halloween a third year in a row if the tradition continued. Despite more frequent and loud protests about his poor back, Dieter lunges forward and yanks Zelle under his arm like she’s a football. He does the same to Orion and faceplants with both of them successfully pinned. It’s the oldest trick in the book and you muse what he’s going to do when they are too big to do that to anymore. But, as Dieter likes to say, one colossal nightmare at a time.

“Peace treaty?” His voice is muffled by the blanket.

“Stand and deliver,” they repeat, breathlessly and red faced. He lets them go and the two bodies barely move, grins still plastered to their faces. Cheeks pink, Dieter crawls over and snags the phone.

“See, darling?” he says between heavy breaths, “this parenting stuff is easy.”

“Mommy, when are you coming home?” Zelle pops her head between Dieter and the phone, her cheek pink and her little hands pushing her hair off her face.

“Yeah!” Orion pipes up, crawling over Dieter’s back, hooking his tiny hands over his father’s throat. Dieter’s eyes bug out for a moment before adjusting the five year old’s grip. “Are you done chasing the dragon?”

At that, Dieter snickers and you can’t glare with fire in your eyes like you’d like to so you plaster on an overly sweet smile on your face.

“Rori, we asked you not to say that. It’s a stork, remember?”

Orion frowns into Dieter’s curls. “But I want a baby brother or sister that comes from a dragon’s egg.”

“Yeah, Mom, a dragon baby is way cooler than a stork baby.”

Oh, you are going to kill him.

This was another ongoing joke . . . for Dieter. Orion’s teacher called home one night after Orion proudly announced that his mommy was off chasing the dragon. Understandably concerned about the phrase, she called to make sure everything was alright, only to find out what he meant was that his mother was expecting a new baby and instead of a stork, his father told him that Mommy was going to find a dragon to put a new egg inside her tummy, and then the new baby would eventually pop out from the egg.

This was something you had to relay through the phone to the teacher . . . because Dieter was curled up on the floor, laughing so hard he went mute, tears rolling down red cheeks. This had been his ‘stork’ story for Orion, and apparently unaware of just how impressionable a five-year-old is, told him that Mommy was chasing the dragon for a new egg. Dieter says his greatest regret in his life is that he wasn’t there to see the look on Orion’s teacher’s face.

After that, you (and Dieter once he recovered) tried to alter the story enough so that he wouldn’t accidentally imply his mother was off on a drug binge, but evidently too much stuck.

“I’m meeting with the dragon tomorrow, okay? I’m not chasing after anything. We’re having lunch. Right, Dad?”

“Absolutely.” He nods seriously at Orion and kisses that fat little cheek.

“When is the dragon gonna give you the egg with my baby sister in it?” Zelle asks, matching Dieter on her stomach. Dieter’s confidence manifested perfectly in his daughter; you and him had told her many times that the baby might be a little brother, but she just stuck her nose in the air. “I know it’s a sister,” she said, with a characteristic roll of her eyes.

“A couple more months, baby,” you smile, unconsciously rubbing at your stomach again. Baby Bravo is suspiciously quiet. Not soon enough. “But I’ll be home tomorrow, but you two have to be good for Dad until then, okay?”

Orion nods from Dieter’s shoulder, but Zelle smirks up at her father in a way that is well beyond her six years.

“I promise to eat all of Daddy’s nasty broccoli!”

Dieter’s own impish nature, thrown right back at him. The one solace you found is that your husband might have finally met his match.

He grabs her, flips her on her back, and blows a strawberry on her tummy as she shrieks with glee.

“Alright – that’s it – it’s bath time for all naughty monsters!” He hikes Orion over his shoulder and picks up Zelle by her waist. He glances back over at you, his eyes bright and a giant smile on his face.

You swear every time you see Orion, there’s less and less baby in his pudgy face, his little hands. Zelle is constantly saying and doing things that surprises you with the depth of their awareness and you know it doesn’t all come from you or Dieter.

Your heart actually aches from missing them so much.

“Monsters, say goodnight to Queen Monster–,” more yelling, roaring, “I’ll call you later tonight, okay, baby?”

You nod, your eyes suddenly hot and tight. “O-okay – love you all.”

“LOVE YOU!” The three-headed monster yells in unison as it lumbers out of the bedroom.

You end the call, just before the tears spill. Again on your back, you stare at the ceiling feeling incredibly sorry for yourself when the baby rolls over and kicks you in the ribs.

Hey, I’m here too!

You laugh, a little watery, and you wipe your eyes with your palms. Just get through tonight and you’re home.

“Okay, okay, I’m up. Let’s get ready for bed, would you like that?”

It’s late. You know you should be asleep already, but the shower had taken longer than expected. The phone call with your husband and children lingered in your mind when you turned on the water and stripped down. Your heart was so full to see Orion’s pout and Zelle’s mischievous grin, especially after such a long day on your feet and for all his teasing, Dieter’s own ease and confidence as a father, as well as a husband, left you feeling . . . warm. In fact, your mind’s eye lingers on him in the memory of the call: his beautiful, rich curls – those square black glasses that made him look annoyingly mysterious and so goddamn hot – his biceps flexing as he throws around his children with ease, his shoulders broad and straining against his shirt — his bulging forearm making his triangle tattoo pop – his wedding ring that replaced all the other rings –

The good news is the baby was almost here. The bad news is that you’re suddenly irrationally horny and your all-too-eager husband was a plane ride away.

Entirely naked besides the white hotel robe around your shoulders, you sternly ignore the plush tingling between your legs and try to focus on rubbing in lotion into your legs, your hips, over the old and new stretch marks over your stomach. Your fingers rub underneath the curve of your stomach and accidentally brush the damp curls, sending tiny shock waves up your pelvis. You gasp lowly, freezing, eyes tightly shut, fighting back that wave of arousal.

Goddamn it.

At first you think the ringing is between your ears, your blood rushing hard and fast, and then you realize it’s actually your phone going off.

Daddy Dieter, the screen reads.

You frown at the clock – if it’s late for you, then it’s very late for him. When he said he’d call you later, you didn’t think he meant literally later tonight. Still frowning, you put down the bottle of lotion and answer the phone.

“Dieter?”

“Hey, baby. How’s your night?”

He pulls back the phone and your mouth flushes with spit. He’s shirtless, sunglasses replaced with his actual glasses, that silver earring glinting in the low light. In the center of your bed, he’s propped up on several pillows with his arm tucked behind his head. He has thickened over the years, his chest and shoulders taking on a new weight as if he physically grew into fatherhood — and God, if his bicep was bulging before –

“Dieter –,” your voice is hoarse at first and you have to clear your throat to get anything out of your mouth that isn’t a whine. “Dieter, what are you doing up?”

He shrugs like he’s just been bored at home. “Bath time was easy. Orion wanted just one story and Zelle didn’t put up a fight when I told her it was bedtime and she had to put away the crayons.”

You narrow your eyes. “Did you slip them Benadryl?”

“Wow! No! Did you ever think that maybe I’m just that good of a dad?” He scoffs, mildly offended. And then he smirks. “I told them you’d come home sooner if they were good.”

“Ah, the old Santa Claus trick.” You nod sagely and sit down on the edge of the bed, the movement tugging the robe slightly. “Always a classic.”

“Yeah, I –,” Dieter’s eyes widen, edges going dark. “Are you naked?”

You swallow, his sudden shift in tone causing your thighs to clench. You cross your legs as tightly as your belly will allow, your chin held high.

“I’m in a robe, Dieter. Took a long shower.”

His eyes glitter with interest, the tip of his tongue running on the edge of his bottom lip. “How long?”

Feeling hot and swollen for months now, you flush pink, an overripe peach beneath the slightest pressure of his thumb.

“Dieter–,” it’s a whine but you shake your head. “Please don’t tease. I’m so . . . sensitive right now, and I won’t be home until tomorrow and–,”

“Baby, baby, breathe. I know it hurts.” He sits up, his eyes big and dark. “I remember how wet you get around now.”

Your cunt drools onto the robe below you, thighs sticky, his words ringing in your ears.

“Dieter, don’t –,”

“I know I can’t help you but what if I showed you how to help yourself?”

You whimper, arousal now hot and warm in the pit of your stomach. The strength of it makes your pelvis ache. You know it won’t be the same as him, but his voice, it might be enough. You nod, your heart pounding, hand holding the phone shaking.

“Then lie back, baby.” Dieter purrs and it’s almost like he’s pushing you back with his hands. You shift up the bed, careful to not step on your robe with your heels as you center yourself in the covers. But Dieter’s moving, off the bed, and he’s adjusting something behind his phone.

The baby inside you can feel your heartbeat racing and they turn, uneasy. You soothe them with small circles just above your hips, your lips between your teeth. But that touch on your skin, the look in Dieter’s eyes, you brush lower on your skin and immediately you shudder.

“Baby, please, hurry, whatever you’re doing, hurry –,”

You drop your fingers over your thighs, curling and uncurling, drawing imaginary lines like he does in the mornings against your shoulders and back.

“Just a second, sorry, almost got it.”

Then he steps back, the phone hovering in the air. Dieter sits on the bed and the camera holds the entire bed in view. Dieter is nothing if not a performer, bringing a tripod into the bedroom when he knows you need him the most. He’s so fucking hot.

“Can you see me, baby?”

You nod stiffly. “How do you want me?”

“Whatever way is comfortable,” he smiles and it’s almost as hot as his smirk. Fuck, he loves you so much. You slide the robe off your shoulders, exposing the tops of your breasts as best you can and still keeping your phone up. “Perfect, baby, that’s perfect.”

Your hand drops to your thigh again, dragging your nails up under the swell of your belly and you twitch.

“T-tell me what you would want to do,” you begin, your voice shaking, arousal smooth as it licks up your spine, “if you were here right now.” You feel warm all over, the sheets cool against your calves.

This far away, you can’t see his eyes clear enough to watch them darken entirely, but his low grunt is enough. It’s time for him to perform for his pregnant and insatiable wife.

He slips his glasses off and tosses them onto the bedside table, where they land with a clatter. You can’t even think of scolding him when he lifts his hips and yanks his gray sweatpants down his knees, then to the floor. He’s half-hard as he shuffles back to the pillows, nearly in the same position you are. You shift to match him entirely, needing the immersion to be total and complete. You’d cry if he could actually touch you.

“Are you comfortable?”

You nod again. But Dieter shakes his head, his fingers digging into his thighs. “I can’t see you this far away, baby. I need you to say it. Talk to me.”

He was usually the one vocal enough for both of you, any coherent language impossible with the mess he makes out of you. You can’t imagine what you’re going to sound like, not when you’re this needy and desperate already.

“O-okay, Dieter, I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” You whimper again, trying to restrain from touching yourself before he tells you to. But you’re throbbing, the heat blooming from your cunt rushing to the rest of your body, the baby in you restless. As if mother and child can only be soothed by their father. “Now, breathe, darling, you’re flushed.”

You inhale, the air notching on every bone in your spine, and exhale, your lungs shuddering, eyes shut. “Dieter, please, tell me what you’d –,”

“I’d touch your thighs,” he says with such immediacy, your eyes spring open. He’s got the knee farthest from you bent up, as if putting himself on display, turning his hips towards the camera slightly. His other leg is stretched out long beside him and his left hand strokes his cock. Hair and shoulders backlit from the far lamp, the image of him like this alone — just for you — has your cunt clenching, a moan spilling from your lips. “Touch your thighs, baby.”

You can’t grab as much skin as he does, but you try. You lift your knees, and massage the backs of your thighs, then up to your knees, and back down. You can almost feel his breath on your calves and you shudder. “What else? W-where else?”

“I’ve been thinking about your tits for days,” he groans, the sound strangled, his cock now fully-hard and red. He cups himself, twisting as slow as he can take it. “Tell me what your tits feel like.”

“Sensitive,” you gasp as you draw two fingers across your nipple and squeeze gently. Dieter only uses his mouth now on them, so you wet them with yours and return them to your swollen bud, slowly twisting and pulling.

He’s watching you through the camera, eyes wide, breath sharp when you suck your fingers into your mouth. “Fuck, yeah, that’s right. Get them wet. What are you thinking about?”

“You. Your lips around my nipple, under my breast. Your teeth. They’re so heavy, Dieter.”

His hips jerk under his hand, his fingers moving faster now. You can’t quite hear what he’s muttering, but you catch weak mumblings, “gonna feed our baby”, “yeah, your tits”, the baby” —

“Dieter, please–,”

“Touch yourself with your fingers wet from your mouth. T-t-tell me what it feels like.”

With a relieved cry, you slide your hand down from your tits, over the swell of your belly, and in between your thighs. Wetness clings to the curls, to the curve of your ass, your body so ready to take him, and it locks up when you slip a finger inside.

“So wet. Warm. How many fingers can I put in?”

“One, but – can you already do two?”

You nod, the huff arching into a whine. “Yeah, baby. You have no idea how wet I am. I can slip in two with no resistance.”

“Jesus,” he pants and slows down, his hips rocking of their own accord. “You’ve got me so hard.”

You curl your fingers inside of you, searching for that spot made and found and praised by him. Your folds plump and achy, you twist your wrist, scissor your fingers, but it’s not the same. It’s not the same as his three fingers plugging you up, readying you to take so much of him, it’s enough to ease the sharp ache for a bit. You moan, fucking yourself more. He hears it, sees it, and grunts.

“You can come wherever you want, baby,” he murmurs, his own hand hesitant to match your speed. He tugs on his balls and his toes curl, his neck long and tense. “Fuck, I need your hands.”

“Me too,” you sob, real tears pricking the corners of your eyes. It feels good but it’s not the relief you need. It’s pathetic but you don’t want to stop. You can’t get in deep enough, even if you could get around your big belly. “Dieter, I can’t reach. It’s – I’m –,”

“Breathe, love, it’s okay.” His voice is soothing, calming. The same one he uses when you’re in labor and the sweet honey warmth of it sinks into your bones, easing the panic. You slow, gasping, tears pooling down your temple. Your orgasm is harsh, sunken in the dark, waiting for you to draw it out.

“What can you reach?”

“My clit.”

“Then touch that. Can I see?”

You nod, angle the phone down as you rub that electric nub.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I know it’s frustrating and I know it hurts, but you look so fucking good. So wet for me. Your pussy is perfect, pink, just how I like her.”

“Yeah?” you spin your fingers faster. That hot arousal returns steadily, melting back the resentment towards your own body the longer he praises.

“Oh yeah.” You can hear the slap of skin on the other end of the phone and you can picture Dieter flat on his back jerking himself off to your pulsating cunt and you moan, loudly, tension evaporating from your body. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Tight. I just need a bit more.”

“Me too. Let me see your face, pretty girl.” You turn the camera and gape at the sight on the screen.

Precum drips out of his now-purple cock, his chest flushed and neck sweaty. He’s twirling the head around with his thumb at the pace you’ve set with your fingers against your clit.

“Look at what you’ve done to me. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Can’t wait for you to be home so I can eat you out for hours.”

“I want your cock in me, Dieter,” you gasp, furiously rubbing on your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. Your cunt clenches in time with your thudding heartbeat. “You’re so thick. I wanna feel the stretch.”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you hard.” The confession is a low snarl, a promise made between the ridges of his teeth. He fucks his fist faster, the noise over his labored breathing obscene. “Gonna put your hands on the headboard, your pussy in my lap and I’m gonna fuck up into you until I fill you full again. Wanna make you pregnant twice.”

Arousal floods your veins, your thighs a gooey mess. You toss your head back, back arching, and you moan as loud as you can.

“Oh– shit, oh, oh, shit–,”

“You’re gonna leak all over my thighs and when you’re done coming so hard you can’t see straight, I’m gonna lick it up all off you, my wife. Mine. My baby. Mine. Fuck, you look so good full of me.”

He’s never this possessive, never angry that he can’t have you but he sounds livid. He fucks his fist, his hips bucking into nothing, his other hand squeezing his thigh so hard his knuckles go white.

You circle your clit one more time and finally — your orgasm crests, your body locking up, your cunt gushing – and it leaves your mouth before you can stop it –

“Oh, Daddy–,”

You hear him gasp as if electrocuted, and you have to drop your phone to steady yourself as the weight of white-hot pleasure explodes across your body. You rock, breath gone from your lungs, mouth open in a silent scream, and everything slams back into you and you gasp, high and loud, every inch of your skin hot and trembling. You don’t realize you’re sweating until you feel it drip off your neck.

All you can hear is Dieter panting from your phone amongst the covers, the sound muffled. Your eyes flutter as the warm waves languish, then curl, and finally, you sigh as the last waves drain out of your body. If you weren’t lying down you’re sure you’d be dizzy.

“Oh my god,” you mutter breathlessly to no one in particular.

“B-baby, you still there?”

You blindly feel around for your phone, arm so weak it’s trembling as you pull the camera towards your face

Dieter looks about as fucked out as you feel. Cock limp and still dribbling, his stomach and chest are covered in cum. He pushes his damp hair off his forehead, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling.

“Holy shit, baby, that was …”

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing your dry tongue, wishing again he was here so he could get you a glass of water. “I hope that wasn’t all of it because I really want you to say all of those things again tomorrow when you’re inside me.”

He groans and adjusts his limp cock. “You say that now but wait until Baby Bravo kicks you in the kidneys. You’ll be feeling a lot less generous towards this,” he gestures aimlessly to his naked body, “then.”

You chuckle. “Let’s just hope for the best. Besides,” you say, groaning a bit as you sit up to wipe the sweat off your neck with the robe, “I’m pretty sure I can have you eating out of the palm of my hand. Now that I know your secret . . . Daddy.”

Dieter groans as you laugh. He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be so surprised by now when you make me discover new kinks.”

“Mhmm hmm.”

He rolls his eyes as he gets up and picks the phone off the tripod. Holding the phone to his face, he wipes the cum off with his sweatpants before turning his attention back to you.

“How are you? Feel better?”

“Much better.” You stretch and lean back in the bed. If he was here, you’d probably be asking to eat you out, but at least the knife’s edge of desire has dulled. You can at least wait until nap time to jump your husband’s bones.

“Good,” Dieter sighs, satisfied. “I’ll be there to pick you up from the airport tomorrow, okay?”

He always gets like this the nearer the due date comes, as if he can’t stand to see you lift a finger unnecessarily. You smile and nod, never wanting it to be any other way.

“I’ll text you when I land.”

“Okay. Good night, my biggest love. I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, Dieter.” Goddamn hormones, making you cry again.

“Now lemme say goodbye to our little traveler.”

You wipe your eyes with your thumb as you tilt the phone to your swollen belly.

“Good night, Baby Bravo. Can’t wait to have you around.”

And, at the sound of their father’s voice, they stir. Not kick or hurt. Just a tiny foot against your tight skin.

You are officially crying now.

“They said hi, didn’t they?”

You’re nodding, crying, and he can’t see a damn thing. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “They said good night, Dad.”

He’s patient with you as you wipe your eyes, cheeks flushed again.

“Baby, don’t cry, you’re breaking my heart.”

“You’re just a really good dad. And I’m so lucky,” you blubber. “This is it! I’m never leaving to go scouting again. I can’t take it.”

“Mhmm. Let’s revisit that when you’re about two months postpartum and clawing at the walls.”

You laugh with him, your own sticky and goopy. “Fine.”

“Go to bed, love, and for the record, I’m the lucky one. Don’t forget that. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night.” You blow a kiss and he catches it. You roll your eyes. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You stay like that for a bit, cradled by the pillows, and your phone on your chest, thinking about everything from Dieter to the next school picture day, to the next family vacation, and of course, the zillion things you have to get done with work before the baby comes — hopefully all from the home office.

She kicks.

You smile, wondering how you and Zelle both just know it’s a girl. Dieter has his own suspicions, he says, but he’s saving them. Orion would probably be thrilled to have a dragon in the family. You snort, hand over the place where she put her little foot.

“I miss them too, sweetie. And once you’re here, we’ll outnumber those silly boys. Maybe we’ll have to get a dog. You’ll like dogs.”

She’s silent, maybe sleeping, maybe thinking about what the heck a dog is. You smile, turn off the lamp, and peel back the covers. The sheets are cool and soft.

You fall asleep, dreaming of little feet, and hands, and wedding rings.

#dieter bravo #daddy dieter #gonna make this an official tag if its the last thing i do #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfic #the bubble fanfic #the bubble #100 followers event

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contentloadingandstuff · 9 months

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Voicelines About You - Inazuma Girls x Male!Reader

Kuki Shinobu

About Y/N: "He’s easily the most reliable person I know. If he says something, it will be done, no matter if the sky is falling down on us. Actually, he promised to take me to the hot springs tomorrow. Y/N has been saving up for a private bath for some time now… Heh, I can’t wait to see what surprise he has in store for me there.”

Raiden Ei

Ask Ei - About Y/N: “Y/N… Our fates were intertwined from the beginning, I am sure of that. Over the millennia we have become one - our minds perfectly aligned, despite being within different bodies. He is a capable warrior who wishes to protect me and Inazuma at all costs. I trust him fully, and he trusts me. Although we suffer some disagreements sometimes, we are inseparable.”

Ask Ei - Pasttimes: “What do we get up to in free time? Oh, hm, well, we usually have tea or spar. We can always improve in some way, no? We also walk across the capital or Inazuma as a whole. We share each meal with the other, even if sometimes in complete silence. We also do… other things.”

Ask Raiden Shogun - About Y/N: “Y/N is a capable warrior who wishes to protect Inazuma. That makes him an invaluable ally. Though he is not amongst my concerns, I have observed that he seems to be a pleasant individual. We often work towards the betterment of Inazuma together.”

Kamisato Ayaka

About Y/N: "My lo-... O-oh. He's very kind and helpful, and he always comforts me when I'm feeling unwell. Y/N and I were friends since childhood and, um… Y-yes, we're now lovers… Oh? Ah, yes, he's indeed very… Handsome… When he smiles, the sun pales in comparison…"

Yae Miko

About Y/N: "Tsk tsk, little one. You're quite direct. You would love to know what me and my husband get up to in our free time, wouldn't you? Well, what can I say about him? He's kind, strong, good looking and loyal. A little hot headed too, as Kitsune men tend to be. Such soft fur and strong scent, and his physique… My oh my, he's really quite the treat. What else can a Kitsune like me wish for, hm?"

Nagonahara Yoimiya

About Y/N: “Oh, he’s the sweetest! Here, I’ll show you a picture. We took it during the Summer Festival last year. Hehe, what a wonderful time it was! Lots of tasty food, fun games, and the evening firework show spent in his arms… It was like a dream! I hope we can do the same this year~”

Sangonomiya Kokomi

About Y/N: “Y/N is a very kind person, and never once has he let me down. He jumps at every opportunity to help me, and that's wonderful of him, yes, but… Truth be told, I can't help but worry about him. Perhaps my work is putting a lot of stress on him too?"

About Y/N - Games: "I remember the time when I didn't have anyone to play games with regularly. Y/N always wants to play some board games with me. He's gotten so good at Go recently that I can rarely beat him at it… Perhaps he has a general's talent?"

Kujou Sara

About Y/N: "Truth be told, I always thought that I wouldn't have a place for a lover in my life. I believed that being a general demands complete rejection of personal matters. All of that was before I met Y/N. Just then I got to know how love feels, and that experience opened my eyes. We have been together for a long time now. His support was constant, and I cannot be more thankful for what he has done for me. I'll disclose no more."

Thanks for reading!

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mrkis · 5 months

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haha,, i got u baby !! i actually wrote it down in my notes bc i thought about it when i had literally no signal LMAO

but this is what it was (its not much but i can always write more🤭):

so i was on vacation in puerto rico (which is so amazing bc being puerto rican,, that was the first time i actually got to visit here) rn and all i could think about is going there on vacation with mark,, just holding his hand as i drag him up and down the beaches and show him the little bodegas and listen to music with him,, a cute little giggle falling from his lips when we dance and i teach him how to move his hips to the beats (he’d be such a natural at it) and then when we get back to our hotel,, walking to the pool with him and we get there and it’s just me and him so i make him sit on the steps to the pool while i ride him,, low groans and moans falling from his lips,, his grip tightening on my hips and squeezing them so hard in his hands,, unsure if he wants to pull me closer or make me stop because he doesn’t want to get caught but it just feels so good,, just whispering in his ear how good he feels and how he’s stretching me out just right, a whine falling from his lips as i whisper in his ear just how good he’s fucking me,, repeating it in spanish and a whimper falls from his lips as he comes 🙂

-🖤anon

first off, im glad you were able to finally vacay in puerto rico!! i hope you had so much fun <3

second... the thought of just bringing mark to the beach, a beach with the most amazing views and him being so in love with the colours that paint the sky, the mixture of orange and yellows as the sun sets, reflecting on the water. he'd take so many pictures and even ask you to be in the majority of them, some of your silhouette and others where he can see your face, mumbling abt how beautiful and pretty you look under his breath. (definitely the type to say some shit like "you're more prettier than the view")

third... dancing with mark. oh fucking god. he'd be a natural with how his hips move but it definitely doesn't help you when you feel him brush against you. the movements so sensual and close that you can practically feel his warmth through his clothes. he's just vibing, feeling the music, enjoying spending time with his girl and having fun on vacation while you're slowly breaking, especially when he moves up behind you, hands on your hips, tugging you closer and whispering the lyrics to the song in your ears.

fourth...the pool sex. the thought of getting caught in such a lewd position scares him, but it also excites him too. and he can never get enough of you so when you're planted on his lap with his cock pulsing inside your cunt, he doesn't want to move. he doesn't want to stop. he's not letting you go despite the constant looks over your shoulder at all the entrances available to the pool. his hands are on your ass, firm and squeezing. helping you roll your hips and meet his own thrusts, the action causing the water to ripple with each movement you make, splashing against skin. he's grunting in your mouth as you kiss him, tongue slipping between your lips. and then you pulling away to whisper something in your native language in his ear will cause him to break, whimpering as he cums, repeating the words back to you as the grip he has on you becomes tighter.

#‣ [asks]#‣ [anon]#— 🖤 anon #morny hours #mark lee smut

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luciusime · 5 months

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Kr & S1

In the early days of his creation when he was still small and had extra fat clinging to his cheeks, the pains of growing spreading all over his body, Kr was not surrounded by blindingly red walls that looked too much like flayed open flesh and the smell of ozone and formaldehyde. His first lab was plain, and he couldn't name more than half the things in it. Hell, he couldn't even speak or retain consciousness very well. He was like a newborn baby, and like a newborn, he picked up on the things around him.

The walls always crackled with the bright hum of electricity, grating annoyingly at the edge of his hearing in a fuzzy sort of way. The lights always flickered too dimly and at a speed too fast for normal people to see, but it irritated Kr's eyes. Several doors down from him one of the scientists repeated the same mumbled words over and over again every day,

" Our Father, who…"

And a couple of levels into the basement, there was a perpetual screaming. It didn't have a schedule, unlike the scientist. He'd float into the waking world sometimes and it'd be silent, and sometimes the screaming was so loud it made him cry tears of pain.

It was one such time when he was crying- wailing with all his limited lung capacity- when a scientist, not the Our Father one, stormed in and demanded he be silent. When words failed, she simply turned on the components of his first chamber that filled the tank with stasis fluid. As the charmer filled and he was forced to sleep, the scientist mumbled to herself.

" The first clone is a screamer and the second is a crybaby, go figure."

He didn't really have time to think about those words when she said them, but when he woke up after a week and heard the whispers, there was no forgetting them.

The voice in his ears was soft, warm even, but something about the rough and wet sound made Kr squirm.

" And so that's why Orion is named as it is. I'm not sure where we are, so I'm not sure what the sky looks like over us, but I'm fairly sure that if you looked into the endless expanse of the stars from here, you'd be able to catch a glimpse of it."

Kr wanted to ask what a star was, and what expanse meant, and what a sky was. He did nothing as the other boy continued on. Space, aerospace, science, mathematics, English, and various other subjects were all he would talk about during the first few days after Kr was awake. He'd paint pictures with his words, stumbling through descriptions of little lights dancing and fiddling across the sky, the layer above the earth that reflected light and protected the thing on the planet from the sun, a really big star. He'd ramble on about aerodynamics and the requirements for a functional spaceship, giant flying metal constructs meant to take people into the sky and then far beyond it.

Kr hung off his every word, cooing whenever the older boy went over something particularly interesting, like biology or engineering. When the lights went out into the lab and only the soft hum of the low lights and the older boy's words filled his ears, Kr was at peace.

Of course, peace never lasted after the lights came back up. The only upside to the screaming was that Kr learned to control his tears, dampen his hearing with a constant stream of his own noise, and speak. He spoke about nothing, mostly listing off the things in his little lab, listening as the older boy gave him the names of the things he described.

"The walls are grey in here, and there are…"

His voice trailed off as he searched for a word he could not find. The older boy held in a strangled cry and waited patiently for Kr to continue.

" It's shiny, and I can't move my head enough to see it, but it shows me the floor, even though it's on the ceiling."

" Mirror, aus." the other whispered back, barely moving his mouth at all as he strained against his restraints, the reinforced bonds creaking loudly with his every effort. Aus, that had started happening recently too, that word he couldn't define and the older boy hadn't gotten the chance to explain.

He repeated the word, mirror, then told the other about the things he saw there. He trailed into things he could feel as he started to repeat items he'd already listed.

" The pod is still cold as ever, and the metal isn't all that nice to be pressed against."

He kept making noise. When he ran out of words he hummed, cooed in that oh-so-familiar way that always made the other boy's chest rumble when he was pleased with Kr. He did so until the screaming subsided and they moved the older clone back to his own containment unit. Kr let the humming and cooing taper off as he waited for the other to say something.

" When I was little, still a fledgling, only about 2, and I looked it too, I managed to slip away from here. I ended up somewhere far, and a little redhead girl and her parents found me."

Kr wondered what spurred this particular story, but instead of asking, he cooed and settled himself to listen.

" The redhead, Jazz, she became my older sister. A female born before you sharing the same parents. Her parents were my parents, but more than that, she was my whole world for a while. We were close, and I was safe with her. She was the first one to ask me my name, and the first to give me something so precious so freely. She gave me Daniel, Danny."

A soft rumble echoed through the halls of the facility and up through Kr's chamber, shaking nothing but Kr's bones.

" I wish you could have met her aus, she was the smartest person I ever knew, probably still the smartest person I ever met too. Maybe, when I figure out how to get out of here again one day, I'll take you home to meet her, how does that sound?"

Kr cooed, no words coming to him in the intense emotion that swelled up from his chest and clogged his throat.

Of course, getting out again was a pipe dream for Danny, afterall, he couldn't do much with the whole basement level he was kept on bathed in ectoplasm inhibitors, low level kryptonite, and blood blossoms, preventing him from regrowing his arms and legs or breaking his bonds. But his precious star child little brother didn't need to know that. He also didn't need to know about the transfer order to move him to a new facility, the order that would leave Danny trapped in the basement with his precious star none the wiser of his existence.

" Alright star, I'll let you meet Jazz one day, it'll be fun."

#dp x dc #kon kent #conner kent #danny phantom #danny fenton #clone danny #there was a prompt for this #i simply dont remember by who #here have this thing thats been sitting in my drafts for forever

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villainessprefect · 1 year

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~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Break Free

dialogue #10: "I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else."

Jamil x fem!reader

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The nights in Scarabia always bring you comfort. As the lights from the dorm begin to dim, you're granted a full view of the sky. Clouds hardly ever filter in as the stars shine while the moon casts its light upon the world below.

You take in a breath of the night air, getting a taste of the desert-like breeze. Sand manages to wiggle its way into your system but you've grown so accustomed to it that it hardly bothers you.

The sound of flowing water coming from behind you helps you relax. It's a tranquil melody that offers you company out here in the darkness. You're tempted to run a hand through the fountain's waters, but reconsider thanks to the thought of getting caught. Even if no one else is around, you still feel like there's a set of eyes on you.

"Prefect?" A familiar voice calls. You internally grin as if you knew he'd been hiding behind the fountain. You don't move from your spot, comfortable where you are. All you do is cast a glance in his direction as he comes into full view.

"Yes, Jamil?"

"What are you doing out here?" He asks with a slight look of annoyance. "It's late and cold."

You shrug. "I like it out here. It's nice." You scoot over to offer him a spot beside you. "Wanna join me?"

He pauses with his eyes set on you. There's an internal debate going on inside of him. Shooing you off to bed is his main priority, but he hardly gets a chance to spend time alone with you. That troublemaker of a housewarden is already in bed and it's not like he'll be waking up any time soon. If anything, this is the perfect chance to indulge in some privacy by your side.

"Alright, but first..." Another pause as he begins to slide his coat off. Gently, he places it over your shoulders, his touch lingering a little longer than normal. Once it's settled perfectly on you, he sits beside you.

"You come over often enough to know how the nights are yet you still dress lightly," he sighs. Despite being seemingly annoyed, he wears a little smile.

Your cheeks warm as does your body. Hands clutch onto the fresh coat as you adjust it slightly. The tank top you wore throughout the day was perfect to fight off Scarabia's heat, but it did nothing to prepare you against the cold nights. While you could endure the change in temperature for so long, it was still nice to have something to protect you.

"Thanks," you breathe out. You shut your eyes and take in his scent. The coat smells like a mixture of spices and fire. And with it hanging around you it's almost as if he's embracing you to keep you warm. It's the second best way to get affection from him, you think.

"You're welcome. Next time, please come with a sweater."

"I will," you hum. You're tempted to roll your eyes and say something like, 'yes mother' but hold your tongue. You don't feel like ruining this moment, not tonight.

"Do you like them?" You ask. "The stars?"

"Hm. I don't know. I've never really gazed at them like this."

When did he have the time to? Time is never really on his side. He's always busy. Never for himself, always for someone else. Kalim, mostly. It irks him knowing that he's the answer to more than one of his problems. Yet, now that he isn't in the picture, he still can't find himself admiring the gold hanging in the sky.

Dark eyes slither their way toward you.

"How about you?"

"I like them. It reminds me of home. They look the same."

Jamil hums in response before you both fall into silence.

Moments like these are...strange. But welcoming, he thinks. It takes some getting used to the serene nature of the world when there's nothing that needs his constant attention. It's a nice change of pace. Rare yet magical despite you being without it.

"Hey, Jamil?"

"Hm?"

"I like you."

An odd noise comes from the one beside you. It's a mix of attempting to clear his throat while keeping a cough back. It's so sudden you think that you misheard, especially when you turn your head to find a shocked expression disappear into a more neutral one.

"I would assume as a friend?"

"No, more than that."

There's a frazzled look and this time you catch it in full view.

"You..." He takes in a sharp breath and puts a hand to his head. "I don't know how you can say that so casually."

You laugh.

"It's not funny," he hisses. "You know you could like someone better."

The moment that leaves his lips, he regrets it. He knows that is better, better than most of the lot here. He's smarter and smarter. But, he's trained to never be first. Someone, no matter who it may be, always has to be put before him. Despite his wanting to break free from those chains, old habits really do die hard.

"Like who?" You question, curious to see who he would suggest.

"Someone perfect." He almost, almost says Kalim, and that makes him want to vomit. He's used to putting that boy before him, but Sevens even he knows that he's far from perfect. Kalim is a goddamn mess and he doubts he'd ever say it even with a knife pressed against his throat. "Perhaps Vil?"

You roll your eyes.

"I guess he kinda fits the definition of perfect. But I like you more." You smile and shift your legs. You play with the sleeves of his coat as you continue. "You don't have to be perfect to be liked by someone. And I know you aren't perfect, but it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else." You say that with such a sweet, genuine smile. Your gaze softens as your eyes meet with his.

Jamil holds his breath yet feels his cheeks flare up, just a bit. He remains calm despite the confession. To be chosen over Kalim, over others despite everything. It truly warms his heart. A part of him feels like he doesn't deserve it, but the other that demands he has worth says otherwise. Who cares if he isn't perfect, he doesn't need to be. Kalim and Vil might, but that's their problem, not his.

Still, he likes the thought of being perfect for you.

"Who knew you could have a way with words?" He replies with a sly grin. His eyes lock onto yours, never leaving and looking at you as if you're his prey. Jamil inches closer to you, an arm sliding around your waist while a hand cups your cheek. The sudden contact makes your face turn bright red.

"I hope you don't regret your decision." His breath warms your lips and causes you to shiver. How had he come so close to you in such little time? It makes your head spin and your heart race. "Because I will make you mine."

As his lips meet with yours the cold winds are fended off by the fire lighting between you.

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #female reader #twst x reader #twst #jamil viper x you #scarabia #request #tell it to my heart event

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staaapler · 1 month

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Leo’s Song

An upbeat song with pretty dark and sad lyrics, to show off the whole ‘Humor was a good way to hide the pain’. It’d take place as they’re reaching Camp Half-Blood. Everyone is preparing upstairs and Leo is downstairs, working on the ship and fixing everything after they got slapped away by Zeus.

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The rest of the crew can be heard talking, but it’s all jumbled up and kind off faded out, so it all just sounds like gibberish noises.

Leo is trying to fix something, but his hands keep shaking and sweating. He drops something and lets out a desperate scream and crumbles to the floor with his knees up to his chest and his head hidden in his hands.

The sound of falling nails and screws on the floor can be heard. It starts off like a lot of random noise, but it slows down into a constant slow beat, like that of a ticking of a clock.

A low bass plays, mimicking the sound of the nails and screws. The sound of these slowly fades out, leaving only the bass, whose rhythm now changed. Drums join in, adding a beat similar to “Pink + White - Live at Electric Lady” from Remi Wolf. Slowly, a low trumpet joins in as well.

Leo: Ugh

Leo: [Stands up and brushes himself off. He walks towards the door but pauses just in front of it, looking back at his makeshift workspace]

Leo: That's the way every day goes. Every time we've got no control

Leo: [Walks towards his workspace] If the sky is pink and white. If the ground is black and yellow

Leo: [Takes out tattered and broken picture of him and his mom] It's the same way you showed me. Nod my head, I’ll close my eyes. As I die, be with you

Leo: [Looks around] It's the same way you showed me. If you could live, then you'd feel sad. When I’d die, you’d miss me

Leo: [Walks back to front of door and sits down in front of it] The way it is, we're on bare land. Still, I'm someone to hold true. Kept you warm in your dying breath. I let you down, I’m sorry

Just the same way she showed me…Showed mе. But you showed me love. And thе glory from above. Regard, my dear. It's all downhill from here

Leo: [Stands back up and goes to his table. He opens up a crumbled up piece of paper with undistinguishable words in it] In the wake of an explosion. Dark skin of a winter shade. Walk right into drought lines. Tall tower of monsters.

Leo: [Looks back at picture of mom] It's the same way she showed me, yeah. Cannonball off the porch side. Older kids trying off the roof

Leo: [Slight, sad smile] Just the same way you showed me. If I could die and come back to life. Down for air from the tall, dark skies. I’d kneel down to the dry land. Kiss the earth that carries you. Gave me tools just to go and die. Try and make it out when the sun is comes up

Leo: Just the same way you showed me…Showed me

Leo: [Throws everything away from the table, holds onto a screwdriver] You showed me love! And the glory from above. Regard, my dear, my dear, my dear. ‘Cause it's all downhill from here.

Leo: [Looks towards the door] Remember life, yeah, remember how it was

Leo: [Looks back at picture of mom] I would climb trees. Rolling Stones, yeah, it all ends here. You can say what up to dead fam.

Say what up to Charles

Say what up to Carlo

Say what up to all the dead members there

Bending up my Nikes

Running out of serotonin, all good

Stealing fixing and building

All those materials

Leo: [Gripping screwdriver] Give me somethin' sweet, sweet!

Leo: [Throws screwdriver, tears form in his eyes] Freak, they all lied. Freak, yeah you lied. Yeah you lied about her, deadbeat. Thought I killed, thought she died, all of me

Leo: [Walks towards wall and slides down it, gripping onto picture of mom] That's the way every day goes. Every time we've no control.

Leo: [Tears fall down eyes] If the sky is pink and white. If the ground is black and yellow. It's the same way you showed me…Showed me

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #pjo hoo #pjo fandom #pjo #pjoverse #percy jackon and the olympians #musical theater

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marvellousimagines · 6 months

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I just wanted to write my own take on the act 2 romance scene, using the cannon version as a guide but doing my own thing.

You tossed and turned in your bedroll, but you just couldn’t sleep. The shadow-cursed lands were getting to you, there was no way to tell night from day and the constant oppressive darkness was wearing you down more heavily than it had in the Underdark.

Deciding you’ve lost the fight for sleep, you grabbed a lamp (less for vision and more to just keep the shadow curse at bay as you left the immediate area of the campfire) and decided to scout the area. Maybe you just needed a bit of peace of mind that nothing was actually around.

You did not expect to find a night sky full of stars. It was like the curse had parted in one specific point a few paces away from camp. As you approached, however, you could see Gale sitting in the middle of it with his back to you, glowing, moving his arms as though painting the night sky itself.

You realize that was perhaps exactly what he was doing.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” Gale asked, lowering his arms and turning just slightly to look at you out of the corner of his eye.

You shook your head as you walked slowly up to Gale, giving him time to shoo you away if he didn’t want the company. He didn’t say anything, though, and in fact sat back almost invitingly as you sat down next to him.

“This is beautiful,” you told Gale, gesturing at the illusion of the night sky around the two of you.

“I always love this time of night,” Gale commented with a smile, his eyes not leaving your face as he spoke. “I figured, if I couldn’t sleep, I might as well sit amongst beauty instead of spending what could very well be my last few nights surrounded by nothing but shadows.”

You frowned. You hated hearing Gale talk about what Mystra tasked him to do. But you’ve already promised Gale a dozen times over that you’d find another way to beat the Absolute. “Did you want to be by yourself?” you asked instead, voice almost a whisper. “I don’t want to intrude on your moment if you wanted a moment alone.”

Gale shook his head. “My picture of a perfect night was incomplete, until you showed up,” he stated with a soft smile. “Though, I do have to wonder, what’s keeping you from sleep? I’d have thought you’d be exhausted after everything today.”

“It’s just… all the darkness. It got to me a bit in the Underdark, but it’s really bad here. Being in constant darkness, I can’t tell the difference between night and day, I don’t know how much time has passed. I love what you’ve done with the magic here, I really do,” you glanced away from Gale to lean back on your arms to look up at the starry sky. “But I’m going to go crazy if I don’t see some light that’s not from a torch or lantern sometime soon.”

“Well, I might be able to do something about that,” Gale commented, standing up and reaching a hand down to help you to your feet. Once you were standing, however, Gale continued to hold your hand in his, reaching for your other hand to hold it as well. “You must know… you mean a lot to me. I wish I could have the time to do this properly. Say it better,” he looked down at his hands clasping yours, then back up to your face. “I’m in love with you. And I want at least one perfect night for the both of us.” Your surroundings began to fade and blur before changing altogether. The dark blues and blacks of the forest at night changed to the yellows and oranges of a bright sunset and you found yourself on some kind of balcony overlooking the water.

“Welcome to Waterdeep,” Gale said with a fond smile at you as you took in the surroundings with wide eyes. “Of course we can’t actually go there. But I wanted to show you my home, in case I… wouldn’t get the chance later.” You frowned a bit at the break in Gale’s voice at that and turned to look at him.

“This is beautiful, too. Thank you,” you said, leaning in to kiss the wizard. Gale returned the kiss and then some, deepening the kiss as if trying to communicate the feelings he couldn’t adequately put to words.

He pulled back, but didn’t go far. “If you’ll allow me, there is one place in particular I’d rather like to bring you to,” he said with a slightly mischievous smile and half-lidded eyes.

“Show me,” you whispered, having an idea of where this was going.

Instead of walking, the building seemed to move around you, taking you quickly through a room and a hallway before stopping at a bedroom. A window covered most of one of the walls, curtains open letting in more of the golden light of the sunset, shining in on a large canopy bed. Opposite the window were wall-to-wall bookcases, a desk nearby with a few books left open on it. It was very, well, Gale.

While you were distracted, Gale lifted you up and laid you down on the bed, you were surprised to feel it just as soft as it looked - you thought this was all just an illusion, but it certainly felt like you were now laying in a plush bed.

Gale was staring at you, a soft smile on his face as you started to notice a faint blush on his cheeks. “What is it?” you asked.

“I was wrong earlier. When I said you look the most beautiful after a battle,” Gale stated as he crawled onto the bed, moving closer until he was positioned over you, holding himself up on his elbows while the lower half of his body settled between your legs. You could feel his arousal against your thigh and you sucked in a breath at the pleasurable jolt it sent through your body. “THIS is how you look the most beautiful. In my bed, relaxed, with the sun shining on you like it was made to highlight your features.”

You couldn’t stop smiling, but you were done hearing Gale sing your praises. Instead, you wanted to know more of what he had planned with you. With one hand you grabbed the front of his robes to pull him closer, catching his lips with yours. The other hand went up to the back of his head to run through his hair, tugging slightly, which Gale seemed to enjoy if his pleased hum and buck of his hips were anything to go by.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 imagine #baldurs gate 3 imagine #gale of waterdeep #gale of waterdeep imagine #That dialogue where Gale says he finds you particularly attractive after a fight lives rent-free in my mind #unspecified gender reader

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Lucky 🫶

Trevor Zegras x singer!reader

**I really don’t know how I feel about this but whatever**

It's the final concert of your tour and you’re ending in your hometown LA, in the venue you used to dream about playing in. Now here you are, at 22 closing out a national tour at the Staples Centre.

“Hi everyone! Thank for coming out tonight! Before I let you all go, I have one more thing I want to share with all of you. It’s always special to play in for my hometown crowd, so it feels like the perfect occasion to give you a taste something I’ve been working on. It’s been hard to put this into words, so I hope you enjoy!”

You start strumming your guitar

Do you hear me, I'm talking to you

He’s somewhere in the arena, and you know he’s enjoying himself. You’ve never told him, but you feel so incredibly lucky to have fallen in love with your best friend, Trevor.

Across the water across the deep blue ocean

Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying

Long tours and hockey road trips meant the two of you spent lots of time apart, but your connection with Trevor never died down. On nights when you were feeling lonely you’d go outside & stare at the moon, knowing he’d be looking at the same one. It always made you feel better.

Boy, I hear you in my dreams

I feel your whisper across the sea

I keep you with me in my heart

Your last birthday before you started dating, Trevor had given you a little heart locket. Jokingly, he put a picture of himself in there, along with one that the two of you had taken when you were hanging out. Despite it being a joke, you never took the picture out, liking that you had your best friend with you wherever you were. Then he kissed you three months later.

You make it easier when life gets hard

No matter where you were or what happened, Trevor was there for you. Late night calls when you were stressed, hyping you up on social media, talking you off a ledge when you hated everything you’d ever written, he was the one you turned to.

Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Meeting at 18 out in LA when he was visiting Anaheim, you formed a close friendship with Trevor, bonding over your love of Taylor Swift and hockey. Keeping in constant contact while he was in Boston, you quickly found the golden retriever boy becoming one of your closest friends, the quy you could talk to about anything. When he moved to Anaheim you spent days together, at the beach, discovering Orange County and talking about everything and nothing. The friendship only grew with all the time you spent together & so did your feelings for each other.

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Trevor had felt like home to you since you’d met, but you’d never understood why. He’d always made you feel safe and loved and he knows you like no one else does. Living on the road often left you feeling homesick and lost, but that feeling went away the minute you were back in his arms

Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

They don't know how long it takes

Waiting for a love like this

You and Trevor had been there for each other through all kinds of heartbreak. When your first boyfriend brutally dumped you at 19 because you ‘weren’t getting famous quick enough for him’, Trev was the one who showed up at your door with a pint of ice cream and a promise to kill the guy if he ever saw him around. You managed to talk him down though, no murder here. When he found who he thought was the one but was really just a clout chasing bitch who saw his star and used him, you reassured him that it wasn’t his fault. And you nearly slapped the bitch when she was coming on to one of the other Ducks players out one night.

Needless to say, it took the two of you a while to realize that what you were looking for was right in front of you all along.

Every time we say goodbye

I wish we had one more kiss

“Babe I have to go!!” Trevors standing in the doorway to the hotel room. You’re both in New York, and if you stayed at the same hotel as the Ducks, who’s to say it wasn’t a coincidence. You’re currently on the bed pouting.

“What did you forget?”

“I dont know! I have my wallet & tie. I’m gonna be late. Love you” He goes to exit the room when it clicks & he comes bouncing over and smacks a kiss on your lips

“I’m sorry?” He grins before standing up. You pull him down by his tie “one more kiss” he drops one more on your lips before moving away,

“Now I’m really going to be late!”

“Sorry” you shrug

I'll wait for you, I promise you, I will

You dont have to see Trevor to know the smile that’s on his face. Normally he’s your sounding board for new songs, but you wanted to surprise him with this one, even if it exposed your relationship. It was widely known that you were best friends, but only those close to you knew about the shift to dating over a year ago. Fans are going wild at the song & you see your stage manager pulling someone into the wings. Trevor. You smile as you sing the final line

Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

“There’s a little taste, I hope you enjoyed it! Good night Los Angeles!” You exit the stage to thunderous applause and get pulled into a hug.

“You’re sneaky” Trevor jokes and drops a kiss to you nose

“You know you love me” you retort

“I really do” You smile at his response, soaking the night in.

xxx

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras fic #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #jjwritesshit #trevor zegras fluff #trevor zegras imagine #x reader

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silaswritesthings · 10 months

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The beauty in a decaying world (part 2)

Summary: During the apocalypse, you come across a strange photographer who wants to use you as his muse. After giving him the opportunity to do so, he seems to lose all interest in taking pictures of you. Fearing the termination of your partnership, you try to improve your relationship and inevitably, develop feelings for him in the process.

Starring: Scaramouche/Wanderer

Genre: romance, apocalypse

Warnings: None

Author’s note: Please read part one, I feel like it would make more sense like that. The summary sucked but it’s the best I could do. I really enjoyed writing this so likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: 1844

Part 1, Part 2

There is absolutely no way you like him. No… not when he’s always so rude and snappy in the way he speaks to you, you must ignore the fact that his low temperament was something you found amusing, entertaining even.

Initially, Scaramouche didn’t care about whether you slept or not or if you ate. As long as you didn’t get in his way, he didn’t care. It annoyed and confused you: wasn’t he here to take pictures of you? You began to doubt it when two weeks passed since you met and he hadn’t taken a single picture of you. Sometimes you would even offer and he’d decline. The audacity. Despite your irritation, a part of you feared your partnership or whatever this had faled to become would come to a swift end. What did you do about it?

You made yourself seem as likeable as possible.

As the days passed by, you would initiate all the conversations between the both of you with constant questions about his interests- well… to be more accurate it was all about photography because you did not know much about him and your conversations would dry up much faster than you had hoped. Any time you tried to ask him about himself, you were met with sarcastic remarks, insults or nothing at all because sometimes he would just ignore you.

This all changed when he walked into the kitchen while you were preparing your dinner. This happened from time to time but this time around, he regarded you. Well that’s a first.

“You call this food?” Scaramouche looked appalled as he scanned the back of a canned soup you were currently heating up for your dinner again: it had been your staple since you raided the hotel you met at and it was simple enough to prepare. You shrugged as you stirred the soup causing the photographer to scoff. “Is it even healthy to have this many tomatoes in a single day?” He muttered as he walked out.

Just as you were about to have that canned soup for dinner, Scaramouche returned with a bunch of ingredients with him. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, unlike you, he went through a lot of effort to prepare his meals. What was out of the ordinary was him taking your bowl out of your hands and placing it a fair distance away from where you sat.

“What are you doing?” You managed to keep your tone purely inquisitive and any irritation you felt was kept at bay.

“Making you an actual meal.” The unspoken ‘obviously’ did not precede you.

You sighed. “Why?”

“I just feel like it,” He muttered before turning his back from you and handling the various ingredients he had brought with him. In silence, you watched him make his own soup; you were amazed by how well he handled the dull knives you found in the hotel’s kitchen and how the hell did he get his hands on all those spices? Let’s just say that night you had the best dinner you’ve had in months.

After that, every night Scaramouche would make dinner and you’d later sit together quietly in one of the second floor room balconies to stare at the night sky while you ate in silence. One time while he prepared your food and you watched as you usually did- entertainment was hard to come by these days and this was more than enough to capture your attention- he spoke, “Instead of being useless, why don’t you help me prepare our food?”

From then on you would both cook together and he would share countless recipes of his with you, not that you’d be able to make them on your own without his assistance (because he was just that professional). This habit of spending time together in the evening would then bleed into the mornings when Scaramouche would make the effort to wake you up early every. Single. Bloody. Day.

“Rise and shine sleepyhead, the sun’s already in your eyes!” Scaramouche said with a warm smile before he tugged on your sheets, leaving you vulnerable to the biting cold of the morning. When you snapped your head toward him, your irritation was cut short by the glare on his face. “Don’t tell me you actually thought I’d wake you up like that.”

After that, he rushed you out of bed so you could prepare for the day because he had made ‘plans’ for the both of you. Plans that he did not inform you about prior to this, perhaps his social skills were much worse than yours.

After having some leftover soup from the previous day, you set out on an expedition to find ingredients for dinner.

Over the next few days he showed you his ‘farming route’, his words, and how to tell the difference between poisonous and non-poisonous plants.

——-

Your outings had made you see your surroundings under a different light, everything from the rivers the colour of copper reflecting the intense rays of the sun in open plains to the humid forests engulfed in fog that only seemed to thicken over time was breathtaking.

Your favourite place, however, was the mushroom forest with its tree sized mushrooms that towered over both you and your companion as you ventured through. The colours of the mushrooms varied from dull whites and browns to vibrant purples and reds. The deeper you went through the forest, the thicker it got with dozens of mushrooms towering over you and blocking the rays of the sun. Usually, when going through such a thick forest, the luminescent rocks would be very helpful but a number of the mushrooms glowed a gentle neon and were bright enough to allow you to see where you were going.

During one of your outings, you were collecting mushrooms when you noticed a species of mushroom you had never seen before. Its colours indicated that it wasn’t dangerous so you did what you thought was best, collect the new mushroom and hopefully get a kudos from Scaramouche for your keen eyes.

Shortly after, you were running back to where you came from to escape a swarm of flying creatures that you learned had mushroom-looking wings which you foolishly tried to pick.

When you came across Scaramouche, he was kneeling by an odd looking plant you recognized from one of your nights of cooking but spared no other thoughts as you grabbed his hand and ran. You did not have time to reminisce on the fact that he didn’t resist your hold on his wrist but he did try to question you, his words being cut off by the flapping sound of the wings that belonged to the fast approaching creatures behind you. He gave you a wide-eyed glare that held the promise of a thorough scolding before leading you to take a sharp left. You tripped over what you realised was a steep slope with a surprised yell and he wrapped his hands around your figure upon instinct as you tumbled and rolled to the bottom of the hill.

When you stopped at the bottom, his hand had covered your mouth as he knelt above you. He surveyed the top of the hill you had fallen from with narrow eyes. There was nothing but silence and after a few minutes of waiting, he slumped his shoulders and looked down at you for a few seconds before standing, the absence of his touch leaving your skin cold. Your heartbeat began to slow down because of your lack of proximity.

You sat up with a dazed look on your face before you glanced at Scaramouche who was already looking at you.

You both burst out into laughter.

“What the hell was that?” You exclaimed as you fell onto your back, adrenaline slowly leaving in your system.

“Something tells me you tried to pick at its mushroom shaped wings.” Scaramouche spoke with amusement in his voice. You glanced away from him, warmth radiating from your face.

You pretended to not hear the snapping of his camera.

From that moment onwards, He would often take spontaneous photography sessions and make you wear different accessories like random jewellery you’d find in abandoned buildings, flowers in your hair and so on. When you would ask why he was doing it, he would always say “I thought it would look good on you.”

It would be an understatement to say you two got along very well ever since, he even started allowing you to use his camera and he would share a few tricks and tips to help you take your own pictures.

—-

It was after one of your many expeditions when it happened. The sun had fully set and the moon shone above you as you fiddled with Scaramouche’s camera while you sat together near the edge of a cliff , the view of a large lake with luminescent plants and creatures shining from beneath its surface.

A while ago when you were practising your photography skills you noticed his camera was signed with a name. It wasn’t Scaramouche’s name but something told you it was special because he signed his camera with it. You didn’t ask him about it, instead a smile lingered on your lips at the thought of your companion trusting you with something that matters so much to him.

The wind picked up, distracting you from the camera and you turned your gaze back to the lake. The water’s surface began to swirl with colour and when you glanced at Scaramouche, you were amazed at how his eyes reflected every flicker of light from the lake. You would replace the night sky with his eyes if you could, and with that thought you took a picture of him.

He turned to look at you with a soft expression, strands of his hair swaying gently with the wind.

You had become accustomed to the way he would switch between teasing remarks and insults and seeing him with such a genuine expression left you with a racing heart and a burning face.

“Now that I have taught you the art of photography,” He began as he turned back to the scenery, “I hope you will find something worth adoring with this skill.”

You hummed in feigned thought. “I think I already have.”

He paused. “I told you that I have learned to find the beauty within every aspect of this new world but that is only half the truth,” he began, capturing your attention. “Some things are, in my opinion, more worthy of my adoration than others.”

You couldn’t help but agree with that. For while you appreciated all the beauty he had shown in the time you had known each other, he himself was the most beautiful of it all. Even if he didn’t intend to present himself as such. “What do you adore the most?” You asked, curious.

He didn’t hesitate to answer. “You.” He kept his gaze on the lake. “And you’re pathetic for not realising that.” He mumbled as he stared off into the sunset.

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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↱ held captive ↰

➘ summary : the league of villains not only capture one student from UA but in fact twi students and oh would you look at that, they both got powerful quirks

➘ Dabi x reader, league of villains x reader

The moon hung low in the night sky as the League of Villains executed their audacious plan. The target was Katsuki Bakugo, a fiercely talented young hero-in-training with a quirk that held immense potential. But what they didn't expect was to find themselves with an unintended captive—(Y/N), a hero with an omni-manipulation quirk.

Trapped within the confines of the League's hideout, (Y/N) struggled against the restraints that bound her. She glared at the villains around her, her determination evident despite her dire circumstances. Dabi, his eyes dancing with amusement, sauntered over.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Dabi purred, a smug smile playing on his lips.

(Y/N) shot him a defiant look, her quirk emanating a subtle aura of power that sent shivers down the spines of those around her. "Let me go. You're making a big mistake if you think you can control me."

Dabi's grin only widened as he leaned in, his voice low and tantalizing. "I don't intend to control you, sweetheart. I just think you could bring something interesting to our team."

(Y/N)'s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering within them. "You're out of your mind if you think I'd ever join you."

Dabi's casual demeanor didn't waver, his confidence unshaken. "You're a hero in training, technically. And heroes don't always see the bigger picture, do they? The world isn't as black and white as you've been led to believe."

(Y/N)'s quirk flared, the air around her shimmering with a display of her power. "Don't try to manipulate me with words, Dabi."

Dabi chuckled, unfazed by her show of strength. "I'm not manipulating you, doll. I'm offering you a choice—a chance to embrace your true potential without the constraints of hero society."

(Y/N)'s resolve wavered, a war of emotions playing out on her face. She was torn between her duty as a hero and the allure of the freedom Dabi promised. As the League's actions echoed in her mind, the very fabric of her beliefs seemed to fray.

Dabi's gaze bore into hers, his expression intense. "Think about it. We're a family that doesn't shy away from who we are. We're not confined by rules, and we're not afraid to take action. With your quirk, you could reshape the world."

(Y/N) remained silent, the weight of her decision heavy on her shoulders. Dabi's words had struck a chord, resonating with the doubts that had lingered in her mind for so long.

As the night wore on, (Y/N) found herself trapped not only physically but mentally, grappling with the choices that lay before her. The League's offer had disrupted her sense of certainty, and Dabi's flirtatious advances had ignited a spark of curiosity.

And as the moon continued its journey across the sky, (Y/N) faced a crossroads that would forever alter her path—a choice between the hero she had trained to be and the freedom the League of Villains promised her.

As the days turned into nights within the confines of the League's hideout, (Y/N)'s internal struggle continued. Dabi's presence was a constant reminder of the choice she had to make, his enigmatic charm and persuasive words chipping away at her resolve.

"You know, doll, heroes like you often end up disillusioned," Dabi remarked one evening, his voice carrying a hint of sympathy.

(Y/N) sighed, her fingers tapping against the table as she considered his words. "I've always believed in doing the right thing, even if it's difficult."

Dabi leaned against the wall, his gaze steady on her. "But what if the 'right thing' is just a perspective, a mask that hides the true complexities of the world?"

(Y/N)'s quirk flared unconsciously, her emotions sending ripples through the air. "I can't just turn my back on everything I've learned. Heroes protect innocent lives."

Dabi's smirk was both infuriating and enticing. "And villains fight for a world where power isn't dictated by the few at the top."

Their debates continued, each conversation leaving (Y/N) more torn than the last. Dabi's presence challenged her ideals, forcing her to confront the shades of gray that she had been blind to. As the League's actions unfolded around her, her perspective began to shift, however reluctantly.

One night, as (Y/N) sat alone in her cell, Dabi's voice echoed in her thoughts. She had always thought of heroes and villains as distinct entities, opposing forces in an unending battle. But what if the lines were blurred? What if the reality she had been raised to believe wasn't as clear-cut as it seemed?

Dabi's steps echoed in the corridor as he approached her cell. "You've been quiet lately, doll. What's on your mind?"

(Y/N) turned to him, her expression a mixture of uncertainty and determination. "I need to know more about your cause. What you're fighting for."

Dabi's gaze held a glimmer of something akin to triumph. "Finally curious, huh? Come with me."

He led her through the hideout, revealing the League's operations and their goals—the desire to challenge the current system, to break free from the chains of a society that had failed so many. As (Y/N) listened, her heart raced, her mind grappling with the realization that their intentions weren't entirely malevolent.

Back in her cell, (Y/N) leaned against the wall, her emotions in turmoil. Dabi's voice resonated in her thoughts, a reminder of the complexities of the world she lived in. Could she truly reconcile her hero identity with the newfound doubts that had been sown in her mind?

The moonlight filtered through the small window, casting shadows across the room. (Y/N) closed her eyes, her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty. Her quirk, omni-manipulation, had the power to reshape reality itself, but could she also reshape her beliefs?

In the midst of the night, (Y/N) faced a pivotal choice—one that would determine not only her own fate but the role she would play in the battle between heroes and villains. And as dawn approached, her decision remained suspended in the balance, waiting to be tipped one way or the other.

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