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ihopeinevergetsoberr · 9 months

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Who says I’m sharing that bath with you?

female anatomy for reader (no use of y/n, gender-neutral pronouns)

nsfw, fluffy smut basically word count: 1900~ english is not my first language. if you spot any mistakes (grammatical especially), any typos/misspelled words or if you have any advices for me in general: please let me know. reblogs and comments are highly appreciated.

art cr: @arcanescribbles

"Have some mercy on yourself," you mumble, wrapping an arm around his slender waist, and its thinness has you flabbergasted and somewhat concerned again. He doesn't hesitate. Allows you to place that weary head on his shoulder, to nuzzle into the crook of his neck – a pleasant relief in the guise of your heat, of the rhythmic breaths tickling his slimline skin.

"You can't work that much,” you remind him, trying to hide your evident worry behind a light-hearted chuckle.

“Have you ever heard of a proper greeting?” Viktor quirks an eyebrow, and his deft hand quickly grabs yours to do a thing that never fails to make your heart shrink; he has you melting at the feeling of his dry, warm lips on your knuckles yet again.

“Hug is a proper greeting,” you protest with a slightly offended scoff, burying your nose into the gorgeous mess of his hair —all unkempt strands and a sturdy scent of something pleasant, yet not exactly definable.

“Not when it comes with scolding,” Viktor releases your hand, the touch of his lips lingering on its skin, and he turns around, forcing you to break the embrace for a second — which you do reluctantly. But now you get to face him, and that certainly feels like a much bigger win.

A win and a one more reason to give him a lecture. Viktor initiates eye contact, runs a hand along the perfect curve of your hips, hoping that his gentle touch is a good enough distraction from his terribly deep eye-bags — so treacherously confirming your concerns about his sleep schedule (or the lack of such, to be precise).

"You've gotten thinner," you state with a sad frown, looking Viktor up and down. "And you need a nap," you continue, tangling two fingers into his hair. "And a bath.”

“I’ve missed you terribly, and that’s the first thing you mention when I finally have you in my arms?” Viktor cooed, staring at you with a guilty smile — your love-sick genius, always exhausted yet so unexplainably handsome in his own special way.

You scoff again. Wrap your arms around his neck, gently pressing him against the desk — a small gesture of care that allows his body a better support without the cane.

“Have you eaten today?” you carefully ask, watching his expression closely.

“Maybe,” he grudgingly answers, and his amber eyes are lancing right through you in the dull light of his lab — tired, attentive, pretty.

“I don’t like that answer,” your voice is a sweet purr against his skin, and he winces as you slide a hand down his chest, fixing his vest for him.

“You’re being incredibly annoying today,” he informs you, pressing a quick peck to your lips. A brief one, barely palpable, too fleeting to give you a proper taste. “Perhaps I should appease you.”

“If you want to appease me, a kiss like that won’t do.”

“Demanding, are we?” he quirked an eyebrow, casually sitting down at his desk, squeezing your waist in a playful attempt to pull you onto his lap. But you don’t move an inch. Not until he kisses you properly, at least.

He gets the hint. Gently grabs your chin, pressing your noses together, kissing the right way this time, deep and slow, with his tongue brushing your bottom lip before slipping into your open mouth — it’s almost lewd, actually, since this small motion stole a surprised moan from you. The kiss of a hungry, fervently missing his lover man. Your man.

“Better?” the question is rhetorical at this point. He knows he left you amazed and dizzy once again —your now out-of-rhythm breath is speaking for itself. But Viktor wouldn’t be Viktor if he hadn’t asked. The incorrigible tease at his best behaviour.

“Much better,” you give him the reassurance he’s been seeking, adding the missing touch to this affectionate gesture by nuzzling into your embrace, and he hums, satisfied with the solace you’ve so easily brought him purely with your presence.

“So.. is my darling appeased now?”

“Relatively,” you laugh, and a self-assured smirk plasters smugly across his face. “It won’t save you from having dinner with me tonight though.”

“Is that so? Well, I appreciate the effort, and the fact you came here just to visit your sick, touch-starved man, but I’m afraid I still have work to do—“

“I’m not here just to visit you,” you cut him off, as one of your hands slips off his neck straight to cup his sharp knee, “I’m here to collect you. I’m stealing you home with me.”

“Oh no,” he cracks an exaggeratedly offended expression, but judging from the still-present on his face grin — he’s actually rather pleased with your intentions. “Being abducted definitely doesn’t sound appealing to me at all.”

“That’s right,” you nod, gently nudging him. “I’ll even hold you hostage if that’s what it takes to bathe you and get you into bed.”

“But what a horrific torture!” he pulls away, slamming a hand to his chest with a low giggle — it lands on his sternum with a muffled slap, right where his thudding heart is. “How ever will I survive that?”

“I believe your fate is inevitable, so you better just accept it.”

“How unfortunate,” he murmurs, pulling you closer, and you gasp, allowing him to lay his cheek against your chest. “Can’t wait to end up in that bath with you,” he whispers, and you hitch in breath, your hand stops massaging his scalp.

“Who says I’m sharing that bath with you?” you tease light-heartedly, feeling his grip tighten around your waist.

“Me,” his response is firm and simple, yet still maddening enough for you to go weak in the knees. Apparently, his nap is being delayed again.

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Bath with Viktor is a death sentence — a long and squirming one, of countless orgasms and moans loud enough to wake up the whole Piltover. You tried, you really did, to talk him out of it, to make him wait until at least after dinner, but he’s stubborn and knows damn well that you can’t resist him, so all your warnings about how he needs some rest first were muffled mercilessly by his tongue buried deep inside you. At this point, you’re not even sure whether he’s really that into devouring you, or if he’s just trying to prove you wrong, to show you that he’s never tired when it comes to eating you out.

He has you sitting on the edge of the bathtub, legs resting on his covered in crescent nail marks shoulders, and you tug, tug, tug on his hair as he tongue-fucks you through yet another insane release. If only he could smile right now, which was obviously impossible in his position, he would definitely give you the most provoking signature smirk. So you mentally thank his passion for giving head, since it’s the one to blame for his inability to destroy you even more with those grins and the witty dirty-talk right now. He has you right where he wants you: with your thighs wrapped tightly around his head, with your slick getting quite literally everywhere — on his tongue, on his chin, some on his chest even. And when you slam your head against the wall, light-headed and breathless, he knows it’s time to do a particularly vicious thing — to suck on your abused clit so hard he might as well just suck the damn soul out of you along with it.

Too much. Too overwhelming. And those sweat drops forming on his forehead, and the way he digs his wet fingers into the soft flesh of your legs, and the way he laps up so thoroughly-

“Gonna cum,” you gather the last strengths in your possession to mumble an illegible warning and the skillful bastard between your thighs only picks up pace, leaving you wondering how his tongue is still intact after all that frantic motions inside your cunt. But the technique is rather impressive. You stare at him, wide-eyed and with your lower lip bitten. His sinful gaze meets yours with a guttural rattle Viktor makes when you grip a strand of his dark hair so hard your knuckles turn white. You want to tell him how good his mouth feels, how indescribably hot he looks kneeling in the bathtub, how attractive his skin glistens right now, in the warm water. But the words are unnecessary. Your precious cussing as you come undone on his agile tongue is the best existing compliment to him.

So you deliver. He coaxes the third orgasm out of you. Leaves you throbbing, making one of your shaking legs slip off his slick shoulder into the water with a loud splash. He licks the remnants of you tauntingly-slow off his swollen lips, watching your every convulsion closely, and he’s proud, oh so proud of himself, that it almost re-turns you on all over again.

“Look at you,” his sultry whisper reminds you that his ability of being a smartass is back, now that his mouth is no longer full.

“Viktor,” you suffocate, grabbing his shoulder to hold on for dear life so you won’t fall out of the tub completely. He chuckles, carefully pulling you back into the water, thoughtful as always, like the gentleman he is. Well, if rearranging your guts with that tortuous tongue and thick cock could be considered something gentlemen do, of course.

He tastes like you now. His tongue is somewhat sour, much puffier in comparison to yours, and it’s not that animate anymore — he pushes it into your mouth rather lazily, evidently worn out by the intercourse.

“I thought the purpose of this bath was to get me cleaned, not dirty,” he whispers with a filthy giggle, wiping your slick off his chin. You roll your eyes, admitting that a single thing stopping you from biting him for that joke is a complete lack of energy. And the fact that he’d just one-upped every single man you'd slept with before. Once again.

“Oh fuck you,” you giggle back, snuggling into his chest, and it feels so gentle — the lust is gone and the only thing left between you is pure affection; divine, immaculate, expressed through the softness of your body and the sharpness of his.

“I would be a liar if I said it doesn’t sound tempting, but I don’t believe you’re in a state to do so, my love,” Viktor teases, but you don’t talk back. He left you witless. Too fucked out for your own liking and just perfect for his. “Do you think you can make it to the kitchen?” he asks, pointing at your wobbly legs.

“Yeah,” you hesitate for a second, reluctant to get out of the warm bath. “And you?”

“Oh, I’m not hungry,” Viktor shakes his head, and his response dramatically increases your urge to pinch him. That wasn’t the deal!

“No. Not a chance, you’re not skipping dinner again.”

“But I’ve already had dinner. Well. In a way,” he whispers, as the corners of his mouth curl into another insufferable smirk and it takes a good ten-second uncomfortable pause for you to understand the pun.

“Eating pussy is not an actual meal,” you frown, pulling away.

“And that’s so unfortunate, don’t you think? At least that way, I’d never skip them…”

“Viktor!”

#viktor x reader #viktor fanfic #viktor arcane #viktor smut #i need to be spayed #no beta we die like men

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maopll · 3 months

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Merry (early) Christmas! May I request Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Neuvillette, and Wriothesley finding their s/o, who gets cold easily, wearing their jacket/coat?

Warm me up

# genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: sorry for being away for a MONTH i was so stressed out from school... T-T and I AGAIN did add a lil bit spice for wrio. I can't stop myself.

⌗:, pairings: kaeya, childe, ayato, neuvillette & wriothesley w/ gn!reader

⌗:, extra: happy late Christmas I couldn't finish it because I was worn out </3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ KAEYA ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Its a little secret that none knows about. The coat he wears and what you wear on cold wintry days are his as well. It's quite noticeable but according to him, "Nobody's gonna know!". He goes crazy whenever he sees you wear his big coat. It makes you look so cozy...and soft...like a warm fireplace in winter morning which always have a welcoming feel to them.

The trip to Dragonspine was, as usual, extremely cold. The fire that Kaeya made from the dry firewood wasn't enough to keep you warm. "You want me to make the fire more big? I can find some more dry wood for you" He asked voice laced with concern. You knew that no matter how big the fire or enormous layers of cloth, you won't be able to keep yourself warm...unless Kaeya offers you his comfortably warm chest...and hands too.

As if able to understand your gaze since your shivering form really gave it away, he walked up and sat behind you. He wrapped his arm around your body gently and said, "Lay on me. It'll help you keep warm" you relaxed your body and brought your knees closer to yourself and making yourself feel at home. You heaved a sigh of relief as if you've finally been able to stop the piercing cold wind from affecting you any further. "Thank you Kaeya" he smiled at you, "As long as you're comfortable". He sealed the conversation with a kiss upon your forehead.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ CHILDE ꒱ ˎˊ˗

He has been born and brought up in Snezhnaya. A nation with only snowy landscape all around. Naturally he was quite well adjusted himself to the cold atmosphere of any place that you visit. While he should be having big long coats in such a dry and chilly climate, he refuses to wear it because, "You can't get this cold anywhere else! it's a test of courage!".

You had a cup of hot chocolate on your hand as you flipped through the pages of the book. The big bear blanket and the brightly lit fireplace did make you warm but not enough. You shivered "Brr...its really cold if only he was at home..." during the coldest of days you ache for his comforting presence and his big warm arms enveloping your body as you two cuddle in the plush couch often times drifting off to sleep unknowingly. You missed him so much that you quickly sprinted towards his closet and grabbed the biggest jacket of his. You scurried inside the multiple blankets and drew his big fluffy jacket around you. His familiar scent filled your senses. He smelled like the ocean, no matter how faint the scent was, it was refreshing.

....the door of the room opened, and the wooden floor dreaked beneath his boot-like-shoes. "Babe?" he quietly asked, hoping to receive an answer, but as soon as he was about to go find you, he saw you laying comfortably on your stomach with his big jacket enveloping you as you softly snored. He felt himself falling for you adorable antics all over again. He slowly picked you up in his arms and carried you to bed. He murmered, "Sweet dreams, sweetheart..." with a kiss.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ AYATO ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The ocean breeze can get quite chilly right? With the layers of clothes you had on you, the coat was barely enough to even keep the piercing cold win from making you whole body numb. Sure, you acted impulsively and decided to sit down near the railing. You started off into the vast ocean. Ayato wasn't here most of the time and your time of respite to soothe your heart from missing him. "He's taking care of matters....he will come back soon..." you mumbled and hugged your knees close.

You felt an already warm blanket being draped around your figure from the back. Looking at the delicate fabric and the seam's design you turned your head back a little too quickly. There he was...the one who you waited so long for...He chuckled softly seeing your bewildered face. "You'll catch a cold if you sit here in the cold like this with barely enough layers dearest" He kept his hand on your shoulder blades gently. "Ayato...I thought you'll come..." "Let's say I did a few little things here and there which allowed me to spend some more time."

You smiled at him sweetly and got down from thr railing. You intertwined your hands with his and with a peck on his cheek, " I missed you so much..."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ NEUVILLETTE ꒱ ˎˊ˗

"Not done yeeetttt?...." you slumped on the couch as you waited even longer for him.

With a chuckle, he said, "It's almost done... just a little bit longer, dear." Then soon he went to work and correct the piles of paperwork. He has been avoiding them for quite a while now, and it had to be done one day. He may be the cold and formal Iudex of Fontaine, but even he loses the grip on his stoic personality whenever he's with you.

The evenings are quite cold in Fontaine, and he saw how you tried to warm up your arms. You didn't want to disturb him since his pending work's deadline was tomorrow in the afternoon.

While you were busy staring into space, he wrapped his coat around you. "Hm? Suddenly?"

"I saw how you were trying to warm yourself up and I apologise. I can't be the one to warm you up but I hope my coat suffices?" He said chuckling, a hint of blush on his fair cheeks. You grinned from ear to ear, "It's quite enough Neuvi, thanks for caring about me so much" you cupped his cheeks gently with your hands.

"I love you" you said as you touched his forehead with yours. A sign of the utmost affection for one who is the Hydro Dragon Sovereign.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱ ˎˊ˗

"Sigh... I know it's cold, but that's no reason for you to stay under the covers... it's 9 pm, now how long do you plan to do it?"

Concern lacing his voice as he saw how you tried your best to warm up your feet with whatever you could find. "It's too cold and I can't keep bothering you for so long, you've got work to do" you tried to sound as if you were alright but in reality, fighting the cold was really taking out all your strength from you.

"Wait—" you felt the covers being lifted from your head. He swiftly carried you on his arms and ploped you on the plush couch. Upon inspecting your surroundings, you saw how he had prepared everything from A to Z... there was a warm tea, leg warmers and special fur on the couch, which was especially sold during winter and the fireplace. "Wriothesley? You prepared all this for me?" You spoke bewildered.

"Yes. All the things that will keep my beloved warm and happy while I'm unfortunately working, " he spoke gently, holding your hands. "Wow...looks like I won the lottery when I received a boyfriend," you said while ruffling his soft hair.

"It's good thank you... but" you smirked maybe something other than this can keep me more warm?" "What are you imply?— Oh...I see" he chuckled on realising your intention.

He slithered his hands on your thighs and seductively said, "I don't mind that warm treat on such a cold day"

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xxoxobree · 9 months

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Miles G x Black Fem Reader

Summary: Revenge is oh so sweet

WARNINGS: A Few bad words , one tiny suggestive scene, aged up.

Saturday.

You sat in your bed, laptop placed on your lap as you continued to finish your work. But your mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of him. Miles. Ever since he left last Saturday, he had been the only thing on your mind.

Feeling restless, you shut your laptop and tossed it to the side. A small smile graced your lips as you picked up your phone to check the time. It was already 6 pm. Your heart quickened its pace. Should you start getting ready? You always wanted to look your best for him.

You freshened up, fixed your hair and makeup, and sat on your bed, waiting for him. Tonight felt different. It felt like the night you would finally win him over, the night he would finally see you. The night he would choose you to be his number one.

But as hours and hours ticked by, there was no sign of him. Not even a text. You checked your phone again, now reading 1 am. The disappointment weighed heavily on your heart. What happened? Why didn't he show up?

He's usually always here at 10, or he'd at least send you a text saying he'd be late. The minutes ticked by, and there was no sign of him. Frustration started to bubble within you, wondering if he was flaking on you for his "girlfriend" again.

"Miles, are you still coming? Don't tell me you're flaking on me for that girl," you typed in a text message. But to your surprise, a red exclamation mark appeared next to it. Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows and tried again, only to receive the same result.

You decided to call him instead. Holding the phone to your ear, you muttered, "This nigga got me fucked up." But instead of hearing his voice, you were met with an automated response. Your eyebrows furrowed even deeper, frustration slowly turning into anger, as you dialed his number again, only to hear the same automated message mocking you.

"He fucking blocked me?" you said out loud, a mixture of shock and heartbreak washing over you. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, tears welling up in your eyes. How could he do this? He said he loved you, so why would he just block you without any explanation?

Feeling the weight of betrayal, you tossed your phone to the side and covered your mouth in disbelief.

A million thoughts of why and what did you do swirled in your mind. You crawled into bed crying yourself to sleep, and that was your reality for a week. Dragging yourself out of bed to class and back, sleeping to get yourself to stop the constant crying you did.

Saturday night again, exactly one week after Miles ghosted you. Your phone pinged, and you felt your heart quicken, a sliver of hope that it was him who came to apologize, say something happened to his phone. But it wasn't. It was your friend Nia who texted you to FaceTime her. Reluctantly, you picked up the call.

"Hello?" you said, hearing loud blaring music and seeing her face halfway in the screen.

"Y/n, where were you, girl?" she screamed into the phone.

You chuckled a bit, the first in a week. "I'm in bed."

"You in bed? Girl, get yo ass up, it's so many niggas outside."

You laughed at her antics. "Girl, you're crazy."

Nia's voice softened, concern evident in her eyes. "I know you've been hurting, Y/n. But you can't let this keep you down. You deserve better, and you need to realize that."

You sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. "I know, Nia. It's just hard, you know?"

"They're having a kickback, I'll text you the address and you better show up." You rolled your eyes, knowing that you had no choice but to come now. With a sigh, you rolled out of bed and freshened up, then dressed yourself and made your way out the door to the party.

The music from the party could be heard a block away, and as you got closer, you could tell that the party was packed by the way people lingered outside. Pushing your way through the crowd, you made your way inside, scanning the room for Nia and your other friends in the distance.

"Ayeee!" you exclaimed, approaching them with a little bop to the music that blasted through the speakers. "Omg, you look sooo good, girl," Nia said, giving you a hug, followed by your other friends.

The night progressed, and you were having fun. The few drinks you had loosened you up, and you had totally forgotten the despair you were in just a few hours earlier. That was before you heard a voice in your ear. The last voice you wanted to hear, but one you were oh so weak for.

You spun around, and there stood Miles, his pretty smile on display. "Hey mamita, you're looking as pretty as always," he said, his voice dripping with charm.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, time stood still. You knew you shouldn't be swept away by his words, but his presence was intoxicating. The memories of past encounters flooded your mind, the passion, and the pain.

Trying to compose yourself, you replied, "Hey, Miles,"

You rolled your eyes at him, ready to walk away, but he caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through your veins, and you couldn't help but feel a flicker of longing deep within you.

"Don't be like that, ma. I miss you," he pleaded, pulling you close, eliminating the space between you two. His voice tugged at your heartstrings, making it harder to resist him.

You looked up at him, your self-control wavering. He could see the battle raging within you, the fight diminishing, and that turned him on even more than he could have imagined. He knew he was pushing your boundaries.

"Whatever, Miles," you said, trying not to give in to him. You remembered how he had cut you off, how he had made you cry, and a switch flipped in your brain. If he wanted to play, then let's play, you thought to yourself, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"Come," you said, grabbing Miles' hand, leading him to an empty room. The anticipation hung in the air, thick with both uncertainty and excitement. This was a dangerous game, but you were ready to take the risk.

You straddled him, your bodies intertwined, as you buried his lips into your neck, distracting him from the true purpose of your actions. Little did he know, you had a secret plan in motion. You had begun recording capturing every word and sound between you two.

"I love you so much, Y/n," he whispered, his words causing your smile to grow even wider.

Your revenge was going to be sweet.

You ended the recording and abruptly got off his lap. "I gotta go, Miles," you said, leaving him dumbfounded in the room. With a sense of satisfaction, you found your friends and told them that you were heading home.

Once back in the comfort of your own room, you flopped onto your bed and opened your phone. It was time to unveil the truth on Instagram, the perfect platform to embarrass him like he did you. You posted the video on your story, accompanied by a caption that tagged Miles' girlfriend and asked, "This your man?"

Within minutes, your phone became filled with notifications and messages from people who had viewed your shocking story. The reaction you craved the most came from Miles himself. He blew up your phone with a series of angry text messages, which you chose to ignore, relishing in his frustration. And then, as if to add salt to his wounds, he called.

Unable to contain your amusement, you picked up the phone, laughing hysterically. "You think that shit's funny, huh?" he yelled from the other side of the line. "Hilarious," you replied, savoring the taste of revenge before hanging up and blocking his number.

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worksby-d · 10 months

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Taking After You

Pairing: Andy Barber x pregnant girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Visiting Andy at work during your lunch break a.k.a. just using him cause he's got a comfy sofa you can nap on.

Warnings: None!!!

Word count: ~700

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Your attempt at walking in quietly doesn't matter. As soon as he hears his office door click open, he's putting a pause on what he's working on and getting up to greet you.

He's been patiently waiting since you texted him an hour ago asking if you could stop by during your lunch break.

“You don't have to take a break yet if you're busy,” you try to tell him as you close the door again behind you.

Your words go in one ear and out the other though. He's already leaned against his desk, holding a hand out for you to bring you closer.

“Nonsense, honey.” He's not going to turn down spending time with you. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” you sigh, stepping into his arms. “Just came to say hi.”

“I was hoping you were coming to do a little more than just say hi,” he teases, resting his hands on your waist.

You roll your eyes, linking your arms around his neck. You probably don't even want to know, but you ask anyway. “What did you have in mind?”

“Hoping you came to give me a kiss, maybe,” he suggests, giving you an innocent smile.

That, you can do. You give him a quick kiss, swiping your lip gloss off his lips with your thumb as you pull away.

“That's all?” You raise an eyebrow, not believing that for one second.

He pretends to think for a moment and you almost regret playing along.

“For now,” he winks, leaning to steal one more kiss before becoming more serious. “How are you feeling?”

His hand moves from your side to rest on your growing belly. He had a hard time leaving you this morning knowing you were feeling almost too nauseous to get out of bed. You miraculously ended up making it to work shortly after him, but then all he could think about was whether you were making it through the day okay.

“So tired,” you answer honestly, letting out a short laugh as you lay your head on his shoulder. Despite your attempt of laughing it off, he knows it's taking a toll on you.

“I know,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Tell baby girl she has to let you rest a little.”

“I do! She already doesn't listen to me,” you joke with an exasperated sigh. “Taking after you, unfortunately.”

“Hey,” he laughs, dropping his other hand to playfully tap your ass. “I listen. Tell me what you want to eat, I'll prove it to you.”

“I don't want anything–” You’re cut off by your own yawn. “I came here to take a nap on your sofa.”

He scoffs. “You're using me?”

“Yes,” you quip straight-faced, stepping out of his arms. “I know no one will bother me here.”

“Have you eaten yet though?” He won't let that go. “You need to eat something.”

“When I wake up,” you promise. His look of concern doesn't go away though. “Please?”

He offers a smile, letting out a deep breath, knowing he won't win this one. As much as you need to eat, he knows you could use the rest too. He holds out his arm toward the sofa, gesturing for you to go for it.

“Thank you,” you mirror his smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He quietly goes back to work as you lay down and fall asleep almost instantly.

He can't help but glance over at you every so often to make sure you're comfortable. He gets up once to put his suit jacket on top of you like a blanket, swearing he noticed you shiver.

He jumps when you grab his hand before he walks away, not realizing you’re actually half awake. “What’s wrong–”

“Nothing,” you laugh and apologize for startling him. You know he's in a constant state of concern lately. “She's kicking.”

He lets you place his hand where you're feeling it so he can feel it too. A faint smile takes over his face, his previous worry slowly dissipating.

“You girls are on opposite schedules,” he chuckles. “Why’s it always when you're wanting to sleep?”

“I don't know,” you giggle. “You have to ask her that.”

“I will.” He leans over to kiss your forehead, talking softly to you. “You try to go back to sleep for a bit.” You watch him kneel on the floor, making himself eye level with your stomach. “She and I will have a little chat before I go get your lunch.”

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murder-cookie-dust393 · 12 days

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Shadow Milk Cookie. Chloroform. Yandere. Do what you will with this information.

-🏳️‍🌈👨‍❤️‍👨

I'm gonna put you as the anon listed above since- That's what I assume you mean?

I unintentionally put shitpost aha

Disclaimer: MC is still gender neutral, they are just referred to as queen for chess role purposes.

Tw: Eyestrain for the art that goes along with this piece, chloroform-like magic, kidnapping to a different dimension, implied future murder

You find yourself in a dark void. So black, you can't see anything through the shadows that swirl in your vision. You're not sure what it feels like. Is it threatening? Or is it a sense of peace? You aren't sure. This sense of the unknown makes you anxious.

Suddenly, a big blue eye opens in front of you, the colour glowing within the dimmed surroundings. The shade of blue reminded you of Lapis. A very bright one. But the eye itself, it was terrifying. You nearly wanted to break into pieces right then and there.

"Oh, my queen! You're finally here!" A voice eagerly chirps, a slightly maniacal tone to it. It seemed ecstatic to see you, too much so. You couldn't form an answer, still processing your odd environment.

"I've missed you~ It's been ages since I've seen your face! You don't look any different- oh, maybe you're just a little prettier, you silly thing!" The voice giggled as the eye blinked. The eye squinted upwards as if it was smiling. But wait, why did it act like it's seen you before? You don't know who this entity is. Not even what it is. Is it a cookie? A beast? Confusion swelled within you as the seconds passed.

"My sweet...What is that face?" The voice slowly faded away, as your world suddenly blackened once more.

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"MC, are you okay?" You wake up to the face of Strawberry. She seems concerned, her big brown eyes down-turned. How cute. "You were shaking in your sleep."

"Um yeah, I'm okay. I just had a weird dream." You respond, still lying on the grass where you and the group are camped. You clutch onto your blanket a little tighter.

"Like a nightmare?" She tilts her head to the side.

"Not exactly. I can't put it to words..." You mumble off, trying to recall the eye that spoke to you.

"Oh okay." She glanced at the blue and violet sky, commenting, "It's almost sunrise. Do you wanna prepare jellies with me? I'm sure the others will wake up soon."

You nod and sit up before flailing your blanket to the side.

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You and your friends are going through the forests of Beast Yeast, cautious of all the creatures and evil beings lurking by. That is until your group stumbles upon a random chessboard on a glass table. In the middle of the fucking path, in the middle of fucking Beast Yeast. Instead of black and white, the board is in different shades of blue.

"What in tarnation is this?" Wizard leans closer, staring at it intensely. Fidgeting with his fake beard, or in other words, his scarf.

Chili Pepper butted in, "The fuck you mean bro, this is obviously a dumb chessboard-"

"LANGUAGE!" Gingerbrave suddenly turned out to stare at Chili Pepper uncannily, before smiling again. "I'm sure it's something dangerous! Let's not touch it."

"Guys,"

"Or it could be a chessboard and table someone decided to randomly leave here."

"Shush- I'm always right." Gingerbrave did an imaginary hair toss.

"Guys..."

Wizard raised his hand, just like a nerd, "No? I am, thank you. By the almighty power of magic I-"

"You're an ice cream. Also, you're the one who's screaming for help half the time." Chili Pepper chuckled, poking at Wizard.

Strawberry took a breath and sharply, albeit quickly spoke, "Guys!"

The whole group turned to look at her, which made her flush with embarrassment. She pointed at the chessboard. "The pieces are moving on their own." When the gang looked back at the gameboard, they were met with a surprising sight.

The chess pieces moved by their own accord. Which revealed that the darker blue side was winning compared to the lighter blue. It was a competitive fight, with both sides making quick moves. It was mesmerizing, you aren't sure why.

You reached out your hand and touched one of the pieces in curiosity. Only to feel a sudden freezing cold gust fly at you. Your surroundings become dark, just like your dream as the yelps of your friends sound out around you. A sinister chuckle joins along, as your body is thrown into a blackened world once more.

"Honey! Honey, honey, honey, my honey."

You stand before a jester cookie, covered in eyes. He grins, his clothes like the blues of the chessboard. He swiftly goes over to you, cradling you in his arms. You can't move, overcome with a freezing cold that leaves you immobile.

"I've waited much too long on your reincarnation. We could have had a wonderful marriage by now if it weren't for that bastard Elder Faerie." He spoke softer than before but had a spit of venom for the name Elder Faerie. He leans closer, uncomfortably so. He makes a minuscule hum before pecking your mouth.

"I'll just keep you here for a bit until I have everything ready." Out of nowhere, a shadow comes for you, binding you in it. You start to feel drowsy. "We'll be so happy once more, I promise." Your vision starts to swirl into darkness, to the point you can't make him out anymore.

You fall asleep, unable to fight off the dreadful binds.

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"My Queen~! Wake up! I have everything ready for you." You're nudged awake, as the binds come off you. You find yourself on a throne: cold and metal. As look forward, you are shocked to see a glowing chessboard just like the one you saw on the path. But also freaked out to see Strawberry and Gingerbrave tied up in the same binds, floating in the air.

"Wha- What is this?" You stammer, overwhelmed with all that has happened in the last few moments. Was this a joke? A jester terrorizing you and your friends, what a lovely day.

"Why, it is the moment you get to see your idiots crumble right before you by the hands of your rightful husband, me: Shadow Milk Cookie!" He comes over to you, putting a crown on your head. It was plain, just a metal crown with no jewels or anything else.

"And you're the queen! The most powerful one on the board!" He giggles, patting your hand. You tense at his touch, wanting to get away from this glorified position you were in. But time and time again, you can't move away from your spot. It's as if you were hardened glue stuck to a label that no one can seem to pry off.

"I don't know what reincarnation you talked about before, but whatever it is, stop it! My friends have done nothing! I don't even know who you are!" You plead, wanting his weird reincarnation thing to stop. You felt guilty for thinking of touching a moving chess piece in Beast Yeast. Gingerbrave was right: everything is dangerous.

"Honey..." Shadow Milk frowned, holding your face in his hands. He looked disappointed rather than enraged. "I know your memories are somewhat faded, but those cookies are distracting you. Distracting you from me, your beloved." He lightly bumps his face against yours, staring into your eyes.

"What do they have to do anything with your dead lover?" You ask, a little too harshly, but needing to get the message across.

He gasps. "They aren't dead! They're right before me!" He puts his jester hat on his head, going over to Gingerbrave and Strawberry. He glares at them briefly with his dual-chromed eyes before returning to you.

"Just let me. Just let me kill them." He hisses with a grin. His eyes scare you, the way they're wide open with insanity. "I need some desperate alone time with you and also get our marriage decided once more." Shadows started to succumb to the world, except for the light from the board.

"No! Don't you dare!" You shake your head, unwilling to let him get away with this. Your poor friends. Just what kind of madness did you pull them into?

"My Queen! When will you let me kill them? They are insignificant to our love!" He exclaims, reaching a hand out to you.

Oh, what a devoted lover isn't he? Waiting for eons for you only for you to be so disgusted with him.

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This was really fun to write. Now, I’m not quite caught up on the lore yet. I just read his profile and said fuck yeah so…mhm.

I will say, I didn’t go exactly chloroform, but the same aspect of it with his magic.

I used honey cuz I was like “Old. But also insane. Equals honey.”

Alright I’m gonna go do homework now because I’ve neglected other work (APRIL AND MAY IS HELL FOR MEEE)

- Celina

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lxndonorris · 22 days

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the day after - Carlando

Lando Norris x Carlos Sainz Theme: Fluff (light touching) it's the day after the Australia GP and Carlos is spending the morning in bed with Lando x word count: 1325 taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests of either ships or reader fics, feel free to ask :)

The golden rays of dawn filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the plush hotel room where Lando and Carlos lie entwined in each other's arms. The afterath of the Australian Grand Prix still lingers in the air, the taste of champagne and victory sweet on their lips.

Carlos stretches, his hazel eyes fluttering open to meet Lando's gaze. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he takes in the sight of his beloved, his heart swelling with affection.

Lando, wearing Carlos's Ferrari shirt, looks back at him with adoration, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Carlos's bare chest.

"Morning, champ," Lando murmurs, his voice husky with sleep but laced with tenderness.

"Morning, my love," Carlos replies, his voice filled with warmth as he presses a gentle kiss to Lando's forehead.

The events of the previous day flood back to them—the adrenaline-pumping race, the electrifying atmosphere of standing together on the podium, celebrating their victories side by side. Carlos's triumphant win, with Lando right by his side, has been a moment they will cherish forever.

But amidst the glitz and glamour of the Grand Prix, there is a quieter, more intimate celebration that unfolds behind closed doors—the celebration of their love, a love that few knew existed.

As Carlos shifts, a twinge of pain shoots through his abdomen, a reminder of the surgery he had undergone just two weeks prior. His appendix removal has been a setback, but Lando has been there every step of the way, offering unwavering support and care.

Lando's touch is gentle as he traces his fingers over the faint scar on Carlos's abdomen, his lips pressing soft kisses along the path. Carlos sighs contentedly, reveling in the warmth of Lando's affection and grateful for his unwavering presence.

"You should be resting," Lando murmurs, concern lacing his words as he gazes into Carlos's eyes.

"I am resting," Carlos replies with a playful grin, his fingers tangling in Lando's tousled hair. "With you here, it doesn't hurt at all."

Lando's gaze is filled with warmth and adoration as he looks into Carlos's eyes, marveling at the depth of emotion he finds there. He traces the lines of Carlos's face with his fingertips, committing every curve and contour to memory, as if trying to capture the essence of his beloved.

Carlos, in turn, drinks in the sight of Lando, his heart swelling with love at the tenderness he sees reflected in those beautiful brown eyes.

"I must excuse myself." Lando reluctantly peels himself from the warmth of the bed to attend to nature's call. "You just stay there," he smiles, pointing at Carlos still lying in bed.

Carlos smiles, unable to help but admire the sight before him. The way Lando's black underwear hugs his frame, accentuating every inch, sends a surge of desire corusing through Carlos's veins. The red Ferrari shirt suits him, the fabric draping over his frame in all the right places.

With a playful swagger in his step, Lando makes his way to the bathroom, the soft fabric of the shirt billowing around him as he moves. He can't deny the rush of satisfaction that washes over him, knowing that he looks good in Carlos's clothes.

Carlos's gaze lingers appreciatively on Lando's form, taking in the sight of his boyfriend strolling around inside his hotel room, wearing his clothes.

As Lando disappears into the bathroom, Carlos can't suppress the grin that spreads across his face. He feels a rush of affection for his boyfriend, marveling at the effortless charm and magnetic presence that draw him in time and time again.

When Lando returns, shirtless and exuding confidence, Carlos's breath catches in his throat. The sight of Lando's exposed torso—the play of muscles beneath taut skin—is one to behold.

Carlos's heart beats faster as he watches Lando approach, his longing evident in the warmth of his gaze.

Without a word but a knowing smirk playing on his lips, Lando slips back into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he nestles against Carlos's side. He wraps his arms around Lando, pulling him close in a tender embrace. The warmth of their bodies pressed together, the steady rhythm of their breaths syncing in perfect harmony.

With a soft smile, Carlos runs his fingers gently through his boyfriend's hair before he brushes a kiss against his temple, his heart overflowing with love.

"You know," Carlos breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love seeing you in my clothes. But to be fair, you look just as fine without them."

Lando's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and pelasure at Carlos's words, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans into the touch, his heart fluttering at the sincerity in Carlos's voice.

"Thanks, Carlos," Lando replies, his own voice filled with affection.

"But." Carlos's fingertips dance lightly along Lando's jawline, tracing the contours with a feather-light touch. His gaze softens with love as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with Lando's as he speaks.

"I miss your stubble," Carlos murmurs, his voice tingling with longing. "It made you look so rough, so mature."

A soft chuckle escapes Lando's lips as he meets Carlos's gaze, his heart swelling with love at the tender admission. He tilts his head slightly, leaning in to his boyfriend's touch as he savors the warmth of their closeness.

"I'll grow it back just for you." Lando breathes deeply; his voice laces with playfulness as he brushes his lips against Carlos's fingertips. "Anything to make you happy."

Lando's fingers trail softly over Carlos' chest as he smiles happily. A tender warmth spreads between them, their connection deepening with each gentle stroke.

Their tender moment is interrupted by a soft knock on the door, signaling the arrival of room service. With a reluctant sigh, Lando extricates himself from Carlos's embrace and makes his way to the door, pulling on a pair of shorts as he goes.

Returning to the bed, Lando sets the tray of breakfast delicacies on the bedside table, his eyes lighting up with excitement. Croissants, fresh fruit, and steaming cups of coffee await them—a feast fit for Grand Prix winners and podium sitters.

While enjoying their breakfast together, Lando can't help but feel a surge of affection for his beloved. With a tender smile, Lando offers Carlos a perfectly buttered croissant, atching with satisfaction as his eyes light up with delight. The sweetness of the pastry melting on Carlos's tongue, a small but meaningful gesture of love and devotion.

Next comes the fruit, each piece carefully selected and lovingly offered to Carlos. Lando revels in the simple pleasure of deeding his boyfriend, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of Carlos enjoying the breakfast.

"Thank you, love." Carlos smiles warmly, leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend.

With their stomachs content and hearts full, Lando and Carlos melt into each other's embrace once more, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

As Lando's hands trace patterns across Carlos's chest, a sense of peace settles over them, enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they revel in the simple pleasure of being together, their chuckles mingling with the soft rustle of sheets and the rhythmic beating of their hearts.

Lando's touch is gentle yet possessive as he explores every curve and contour of Carlos's body, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With every soft stroke he elicits a soft growl out of Carlos's throat.

"Feels good, huh?" Lando purrs playfully, already knowing the answer.

Carlos sighs lowly again, his breath mingling with Lando's as he nuzzles closer, seeking refuge in the safety of their embrace. "So good." He breathes against Lando's skin, sending shivers down his back. With each caress, he feels the weight of the world lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of belonging that only Lando could provide.

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lovingseventeen · 11 months

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hi hi !! i’ve been reading ur works and i looove ur writing style <3 is it okay to request a svt reacting to reader who studies past their bedtime ? tysm :))

svt when you stay up too late to study

a/n: i LOVE this request! thank you for sending it in! and WEHEYYY this is just in time for finals week LOL (really force-finished this today to get this out this week)

for context i'm writing this as an established relationship scenario and as if the reader is in college!

seungcheol:

✰ seungcheol has a day off during his tour and he just lets himself scroll around on his phone as he rests in his hotel room

✰ he's on the other side of the world and he's tempted to call you, but he knows that it's late where you are

✰ what catches his attention is when your activity status says that you're online

✰ hey, baby isn't it late over there? he asks, not without telling you he misses you though

✰ aw i miss you too cheol, i'm just studying

✰ at 2??? (he checked the time) you know you need to get sleep too right >:(

✰ you chuckle knowing that his eyebrows are probably knitted together the way they do when he gets concerned

✰ yeah i just wanted to look over a couple chapters though, you reply

✰ a few chapters or half the textbook ?

✰ just chapters 4-11!

✰ baby that's not a few! you're gonna end up sleepy in class tomorrow and that's not good

✰ you're pouting aren't you? you text, but decide to facetime him before he could respond

✰ he answers with his scrunched eyebrows and his face hilariously close to the screen. but his features soften when he sees you smiling at him

✰ "you should probably go to bed"

✰ "and you need to stop frowning before you start getting wrinkles" you comeback, giggling as offense takes over his expression

✰ "hey! i'm just being concerned!" he whines

✰ "okay!" you laugh, "i was starting to fall asleep anyway, so will you stop being mr. grumpy?"

✰ "maybe" he concedes, "you should take care of yourself, y/n"

✰ "i will" you assure him, "i'm excited for when you get back"

✰ he's finally smiling, "can't wait to see you again, i really do miss you"

jeonghan:

✰ you don’t even realize it as it’s happening, you just thought your lovely boyfriend was keeping you company

✰ but to him it’s nearly 2:30 in the morning and this can’t be good for you

✰ slowly he starts to put your things away for you - he picks up your various highlighters and puts them away in your pencil case

✰ then he’s putting away papers that you haven’t touched in the last hour back into their respective folders

✰ he’s dimming/shutting the lights in the other parts of your apartment (he’s really mimicking a store during closing time LOL)

✰ your eyebrows are close together as you focus on this video when you feel your pen lightly snatched from your hand

✰ pausing your video, you finally see how all of your things are mostly put away

✰ “wow would you look at that, you’re ready to sleep huh?” jeonghan announces

✰ “where’d you put everything-” you begin, getting ready to take some stuff out again when he lightly grabs your hand

✰ “baby, it’s late,” he tells you, “you know your brain has to rest to absorb everything, right?”

✰ you sigh but agree, your eyes do feel like they’re starting to strain, so you pack up your last notebook, "you win this time, mr. yoon" you tell him

✰ "mhm" he hums, internally rejoicing because he's a bit tired too

joshua:

✰ notices that you're social media says that you're still active even though both of you said goodnight a couple hours ago

✰ you're still up? he asks. after a few moments, he sees that you're typing a response

✰ yeah, i just wanted to go over these chapters before i went to bed

✰ your exam is tomorrow, right? you know it won't be good if you're tired when you actually take it, all your studying might go to waste

✰ i'm just stressed that i won't remember it all

✰ darling, you've been studying so hard the last few weeks, you'll do well he assures

✰ but i should probably look over this last chapter

✰ baby it might be hard to read the question if you're sleepy, you know what you know by this point... and cramming might just make you confused too!

✰ you seem very passionate about this lol you replied, seeing how rapidly his messages followed each other

✰ i'm passionate when it comes to you ofc, so is this goodnight for real this time?

✰ yeah i guess so you give in, goodnight joshy and thanks for always taking care of me <3

✰ goodnight my love <33

jun:

✰ jun noticed that you were slightly panic studying deep into the night for one of your finals. you ran your hand through your hair frustratedly as you reread your textbook, mouth mumbling as you tried to memorize it

✰ it was nearing 3 am and he was a bit worried about you being so tired and stressed

✰ "baby it's late" he says carefully, "don't you feel tired?"

✰ "jun i can't remember any of this" you whimpered, "i think i'm gonna fail tomorrow"

✰ immediately, he's pulling a chair to sit next to you, "hey, you don't know that for sure, so don't swell on it too much right now, hm?"

✰ he's taking your hand gently in both of his, lightly pressing his thumbs into your palm to massage it and slightly soothe your mind

✰ "you know" he starts, "we can't guarantee that you'll fail, and we won't hope for it either. just try your best first, and we'll wait for the results and just go from there, okay?"

✰ you nodded, appreciating his words. "oh, it's already this late?" you realized as soon as you glanced at the clock

✰ "it is" he confirmed, "and you seem tired, baby.. maybe let's go to bed?"

✰ "let's do that" you agree

hoshi:

✰ stays up with you too, but he gets bored and tired and doesn't want to go to bed without you

✰ hoshi pulls his chair next to yours just to fold in half and lay his head on your lap

✰ won't stop you from studying necessarily but this action does manage to guilt you into pausing for the night. afterall, your test isn't for another week and you should probably rest

✰ your baby in your lap has already dozed off in the few minutes it took you to decide to call it a night

✰ "soonyoung, soonyoung?" you say softly, tapping his shoulder, "let's go to bed, hm?"

✰ he sits up and looks so adorably sleepy that you peck his lips, making his smile a very sleepy smile, "okay, baby" (he's a little extra cuddly that night)

wonwoo:

✰ as a former certified ipad kid, he just props up his ipad and watches a series (with earbuds in) on one side of the table as you continue to study

✰ he doesn't want to tell you to stop studying necessarily because you're actually doing something productive, so he decides that he'll also just keep you company

✰ the thing is, both of you lose track of time, you're 4 chapters into your textbook and he's 5 episodes into his latest show

✰ suddenly, the sun is starting to rise and both of you have very prominent eye bags

✰ "oh wow" you say, noticing how the city is slowly waking up

✰ wonwoo rubs his eyes tiredly, "i think both of us should've rested a while ago"

✰ "huh, we probably should've" you agree, "sorry if you stayed up just to stay in here with me"

✰ he waves at your apology, "no, it's okay, it was my choice to keep you company." for a moment the two of you sit in silence while orange hues start to fill up the sky

✰ "are you hungry?" he asks, "places are probably going to start opening soon so we could get breakfast... we don't get to do this too much lately"

✰ "yeah i'm a little hungry after all that reading" you smile

✰ the two of you end up going outside in your pajamas, just throwing on some hoodies because few people are up at this hour anyway. you get breakfast at a nearby coffee shop, very cozy in your pajamas for a relaxed meal :)

woozi:

✰ he's checking his phone as he gets ready to leave the studio and he notices that you're up because you posted a story of your desk filled with study materials a few minutes ago. he decides to call you

✰ "why are you up so late?"

✰ "why are you still up?" you counter, knowing that woozi can't be someone to lecture you about this lol

✰ for a moment he's taken aback. "i'm just leaving the studio"

✰ "and i'm just studying"

✰ there's silence on the line as he tries to come up with what to say

✰ "you can't be one to talk about staying up late, jihoon" you tease

✰ "well i just care about you" he says softly, and this melts your heart

✰ "how 'bout this," you wager, "i'll try to start sleeping earlier if you do too, you need some kind of rest too"

✰ "we could work that out" he agrees

dokyeom:

✰ did try to convince you to maybe take a rest around 10 pm but you promised you only had one more thing to do

✰ he can't seem to convince you to come to bed so he stays with you in the kitchen as you have your notes and materials splayed out on the table

✰ he stays quiet to let you focus. eventually he starts watching something on his phone (with earbuds in of course)

✰ he leans his head down on the table on top of one of his arms as he watches some videos, but he finds his eyes drooping at some point and just fully passes out LOL

✰ you're so caught up in your groove that you only notice him half an hour later

✰ when you check the time, it's past midnight and you feel a little bad that he had to fall asleep in this position. while he looks as adorable as ever with his face so peaceful, hair just lightly covering his forehead, and his lips slightly parted

✰ so you close your laptop and put your things away without waking him up too abruptly

✰ gently, you shake his shoulder, "'kyeomie, let's go to bed?"

✰ he stirs for a moment, slowly remembering where he is as he wakes up and nods

✰ when you two settle into bed, he pulls you into his chest, a little clingier than usual, resting his chin on top of your head

✰ "you know you can't keep staying up like this, even if it is to study" he mumbles, voice groggy, "'ts not good for you"

✰ you laugh, but wrap your arm around his waist, "oh yeah?"

✰ "i'm really gonna put my foot down.." he mumbles and you can tell he's falling asleep again

✰ "okay" you giggle, giving him a squeeze where he only hums back in response (he's very tired)

mingyu:

✰ you told him to go to bed and that you'd be there in a couple minutes

✰ mingyu himself has had a long day, so he was looking forward to cuddling with you. but he was also incredibly tired so he accidentally fell asleep within minutes of his head touching his pillow

✰ he only wakes up in the middle of the night because he's grasping for you and and his hands can't find you

✰ blinking awake, he notices that you're actually not in bed, and that the lights are still on. checking the bedside clock, it's in fact 4 am

✰ groggily, mingyu gets out of bed to find you studying in the kitchen. "baby" his voice is raspy with sleep and has a slight whine in it, "why aren't you in bed yet?"

✰ "i'll be there in a couple minutes... what time is it, anyway-"

✰ "it's 4 am" he interrupts, "youknowiwantedtocuddleyoutonight." he's pouting and your heart squeezes at this very tall but soft man in your kitchen. his hair is disheveled from bed too, making him that much cuter

✰ "okay" you say, closing your laptop. "sorry i didn't realize how much time passed, 'gyu"

✰ he grumbles something you can't quite hear, but he doesn't avoid your hand that reaches for his. he doesn't avoid you coming into his arms in bed either, instead he pulls you a little closer, already starting to fall asleep again but even better knowing that you're there

✰ "is it still possible to make up those cuddles you missed?"

✰ "you can make up some, but you owe me more tomorrow" he mumbles, "you're in debt" (you chuckled but he's very serious)

minghao:

✰ why do i feel like he purposefully gives you a cup of tea while you’re up late

✰ it’s a sweet gesture on its own but he also knows that tea warms you up and the cozy feeling is perfect for dozing off (not that you’d have any problem falling asleep at this hour anyway)

✰ it's chilly in your kitchen where you're studying too, so hao comes in a couple minutes later to drape a cardigan across your shoulders too, patting your head as he walks away to leave you to your studies

✰ his plan goes a little too well because the tea and the cardigan essentially serving as a blanket makes your eyes droop as you read your textbook

✰ during his hourly check-ins with you, he finds you asleep with your head resting on your textbook

✰ "honey, come to bed" he says softly, lightly shaking your shoulder to wake you up, "cmon, you fell asleep already"

✰ he helps guide you to bed where you proceed to pass out again LOL

✰ (bonus: before going to bed himself, he organizes your stuff on the table a bit so you won't be overwhelmed the next morning)

seungkwan:

✰ he’s very appalled to discover that your activity status says you were online 2 hours ago - he’s seeing this at 7 am

✰ he almost instinctively calls you before he realizes that you probably just started sleeping recently

✰ sends a text with angry emojis: we’re gonna have a talk once you’re fully rested 😡😤

✰ comes over when you do finally wake up in the afternoon

✰ “tsk, i don’t know what i’m gonna do with you” he tuts as he walks in

✰ “it’s good to see you babyy” you say, wrapping your arms around his middle as he takes out the food he brought

✰ “your cuteness won’t work today!” he scolds, even going so far as to shield you from his vision with one hand, “i’m not gonna get distracted today!” (he’s definitely either lying or fighting for his life to not give in to you

✰ "why are you so grouchy today" you chuckled, ruffling his hair

✰ "because someone here won't take care of themself" he counters, only leaving you to look confused. when he sees your expression he continues, "you need to sleep you know!"

✰ finally, it clicks. "ah, okay that's why you're like this today"

✰ "yeah, that's why!" he's frowning so cutely even though he's trying to be mad

✰ "it's just for finals week" you assure him, "it's the last stretch of classes, you know? one all-nighter or two won't kill me"

✰ he sighs, "it won't kill you but it's still not good for you to do. do you need help studying? or keeping track of time? i can move things in my schedule around to help you-" he begins

✰ you cup his cheek, "seungkwan, you trust me, right? i promise i won't sleep this late all the time, but you gotta cut me some slack for finals season"

✰ "just promise you'll sleep at a good hour when your finals wrap up, okay?" he gives in, holding up a pinky

✰ "promise" you agree, completing the pinky promise

✰ he softens, "will you let me know what day your last exam is? let me treat you for working so hard"

vernon:

✰ the same day you were up late he coincidentally had a late night practice. when he sent you a clip of one of their new dances, he didn't actually expect you to reply until the next morning

✰ looks cool so far! you sent

✰ oh you're up? what are you doing so late?

✰ studying and taking notes ~ exams are coming up

✰ ohh i guess it is exam season. i'm coming over by the way he told you, he did this sometimes after work

✰ an idea pops up in his head. before stopping by your apartment, he searches up "good brain food for studying" and buys a couple seemingly random snacks from a convenience store

✰ he comes into your apartment and even gives you a little haul of what he bought. "so i checked and apparently these are good for you to eat when you're studying"

✰ one by one, he lays out his goods on the table: an orange, a lemon, a bag of assorted nuts, and a bar of dark chocolate.

✰ "honestly i don't know how accurate the website i checked was, but you know, maybe these could help?" he wonders

✰ you chuckle but hug him as a thank you anyway

✰ but in the middle of the hug he realizes that the convenience store was the only place open because it was so late. "wait, isn't sleep also good for studying?"

✰ you pull your head back, "it is"

✰ "how about you eat the study food tomorrow?" he offers

✰ "do you wanna go to bed?" you ask, and he's nodding. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tired from practice

✰ he leaves early the next morning because he has a relatively busy schedule, but he's happy when you send him a picture of you enjoying the single orange with your breakfast. he's happy when you send another picture later in the day of you using the lemon for your tea too

dino:

✰ wagers with you to go bed

✰ he adores that you're so studious but it can't be healthy staying up so late

✰ stands next to you while you're sitting and holds his hand out, motioning for you to hand him your flashcards

✰ "let me quiz you and if you get most of it right, you go to sleep"

✰ you chuckle but hand your stack of cards to him

✰ "how many are these?" he wonders out loud, glancing at a bunch of terms he doesn't understand

✰ "50?"

✰ "50!" he exclaims, "okay, okay i'll start now" he decides, but not without an encouragement of "you know all of this"

✰ by the 20th term, you've only gotten 1 wrong and chan is getting more and more excited with each term you remember correctly. his eyes bounce back and forth from the index card in his hand to your face, unable to control his nodding as you gradually say your explanation

✰ you pause here and there as you take time to think, but you still get everything right in the end

✰ "yes... yes... yes! that's right!" he cheers, "my y/n is so smart!" even standing up from his seat in his fervor. with his joy, you feel yourself getting more confident in your answers too

✰ by the last card, you've only gotten 3 wrong, but even so, you were only missing a bullet point or two. chan can't help but hug you at the end since he's so proud of you and the two of you get to sleep now

✰ walks to your bedroom with an arm around your waist. then even as you two lay together, he gives you a hug, "you did so well"

reminder: to those taking finals this week or in upcoming weeks, remember to try to get enough sleep and to eat well and stay hydrated! it's tough times but it's still important to take care of yourself <3 tests are important but so is your body!

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prodicalmenace · 13 days

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college au sukuna x reader back ideation drabble based on this glorious image

you don't see it when you bump into it. your body thumps against what may as well be a hard wall. the impact makes you scratch the side of your hair with a wince. he turns around before you really notice the back you walked into, his own eyes confused as he bends to look down to you. he takes in your form, and assumes the small nudge he felt was you before he simply pats the top of your head himself.

"you'll be fine," he mutters with a step around you. you didn't turn back to see his own. the whole event was confusing; your stomach flopped at his touch, but maybe that was the slight concussion your absent mindedness caused as the side of your head still throbs.

you didn't notice it when you kept trying to dodge it; a basketball game playing out on the other side of him, yet every time the teams moved across the court his back would block your vision at all angles.

you couldn't care for the shape as it blocks the last minutes, and finally you lean forward with a gruff "hey pinkie!"

he turns, and upset his face stretches into an appalled frown. the tattoos that outline every feature across his cheeks settle into a pursed expression that should have killed you when coupled with his silence that dulls the rest of the court chaos. instead, you use two fingers to gesture for him to scooch down the bleachers.

with a flared nostril he prepares to do just that before you to catch the other pink haired hooligan on the court score the winning basket at the last second. with the rest of the crowd you jump and cheer more than your windpipes allow, and the euphoria makes you slap enthusiastically on his shoulders in an absent minded attempt to shake his joy free with the rest of the crowd. his scowl drops into an amused expression that tugs at the edges of his lips, but you cant tell as your feet still push you to hop over his back.

you do notice it later that night even as you sway heading out the house stairwell humming the party music that fades behind you. his back blocks the exit, and your eyes trace where it curves towards his hips before reaching to give it a soft poke. he merely turns his face at the intrusion to take in his opponent, but seeing you his whole body turns with a smirk.

"do you need an exit ticket, pinkie?" you ask with a giggle, one hand reaching to clutch the stair railing to steady yourself. his smirk eventually stretches at the opposite end and the pull of a smile at his cheeks makes you so warm you hum with delight.

"depends, you have a ride?" he takes you in quickly, the question somehow rich with the temptations of curiosity while dripping in genuine concern. it makes you giggle again and you hold out your phone to show your rideshare confirmation.

"don't keep me from diane, she's gonna have tiny waters in her car and some breath mints!" you coo as the car drives up behind him, but you can't really tell as he leans in garnering all your attention with a quiet sniff and a sigh.

"focus on the water, you already smell sweet." he whispers before pulling back to finally allow you the room to exit. you bite your tongue and take in his profile, the tattoos allowing his expression to fade into the darkness, and you find yourself noticing how they peek underneath his shirt like the rest of his body should fade out of view.

such would be impossible as you notice it in the corner of a lecture hall curved into the seat next to him. his elbow is on the desk to his right to prop up his hand on his fist, and the position places his back perfectly in your peripheral even as you sit rows and rows behind him.

you notice it again through the stacks at the library hunched over a book. you don't even think the book you pulled is the correct one, but you wouldn't dare put it back to block the view of his shoulders steadily rising and falling, a pattern that lowers and lowers until his head lops closer to the floor and you realize he's sleeping.

somehow, you find yourself kneeling next to him on the floor to gently tap at his shoulder. his muscles tense under your finger tips but he doesn't jolt at your touch, just raises his head a bit to take in your figure before lowering it to lean into your chest.

"i hate this fucking class..." he mutters against your shirt with a grumble you suppose is a yawn. your mind is still fixated on the shape of his back pressing into your hand now, and you slowly drag it in circles across his back committing the surface to memory as he lowly thrums with approval.

it's your favorite sight as he leads you through his apartment. he reaches an arm to scratch his head explaining the chaos that is his relationship with his not-so-twin-brother, and the motion pulls his loose shirt up exposing enough of his bare back that you can see where the tattoos from his neck reach and dot what is practically marble skin.

"anyway, the brats at practice so it should be quiet long enough for us to get some work done,"

your mind is elsewhere at his words and you can’t even tell the warmth that spreads across your cheeks and to the tips of your ears. your eyes are still glued to where his frame dips into his hips like before, but now his gym shorts are somehow lower than necessary to offer more skin to your imagination. it’s why when he finds you looking in a mirror on the hallway wall he stops himself short in anticipation of you walking into him again, a teasing remark already pulling his lips up into a truly devilish grin.

but you’re ready this time, because his back is all you can see, so you reach your hands out to brace yourself against his body admiring how they fit beneath his shoulder blades with your fingers ghosting where his back would meet his chest. underneath your hands you can feel his heart begin to race, and you suddenly find his eyes staring back at your fascinated expression in the mirror at the end of the hall.

it's the first thing you notice when you wake up the next day to find him at his desk he strums nothing in particular, a quiet metronome guiding his fingers. rising from being stuffed between pillows, your head turns to the sound of soft hums as you find his back facing you, muscles relaxed, and short lines of red hiding amongst the tattooed lines that reach from his neck and down his back. the red matches the grip of your own hands practically clawing against the skin, in anticipation, in need, not unlike the ones his mouth left across your own body.

you bundle the sheet tighter around yourself as you sit up, and he notices the sound immediately. his fingers falter, his head rises, and beautifully his back turns to reveal his smiling face propped against the back of his chair by the chin. your favorite sight.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #au sukuna x reader #i feel like that tag is gonna be important based on the current state of my mental health LMAO

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zoeykallus · 7 months

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Hey hey, dear queen! If you have the time and energy, would you mind writing about Fem!Reader being stressed/burned out with Crosshair. Maybe she works a job + the work she is doing with the batch. She's cranky out of energy and when Crosshair complains about that, she snaps/has a breakdown of sorts? How would he react? I wouldn't mind if you did the rest of the batchers in this scenario too, but I know you got much on your plate right now, so I picked my favorite 😊 thanks dear!

Aloha!

Oh dear, you have no idea how relatable this is for me these days 😵

I do have a lot on my plate, that's true. And I'm really late with all the requests, I'm sorry. Hm, let me see...

The Bad Batch x Reader - Burnout

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort/Burnout

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Life is especially tough right now, with multiple jobs, little to no free time, and too little sleep. This not only affects the body, but also the mood. Of course, your Batcher notices that something is wrong with you.

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

Hunter

"What's wrong with you? You're so tense and impatient."

The way you quickly turn to look at him makes him pause, startled. Hunter is frozen in his movement and if you weren't so tense, you might find this sight, this moment, amusing.

You finally sigh and say, "I'm tired, and I want to finish here, stop dawdling."

Hunter frowns and resumes normal posture.

"We usually spend longer time loading equipment, chatting and stuff, don't we? Spend time together. When did you stop caring about that?"

He looks crestfallen, and you're sorry for reacting so harshly.

"Hunter, I have more jobs than just this one, I barely have any free time and I just want to go home today, as much as I usually enjoy spending this time here with you. If I miss public transportation again, I'm going to sit around here even longer."

Hunter blinks then sighs softly, of course he understands.

"You're going to break yourself" he says reprovingly and takes the box you just picked up from you, puts it down and reaches for your arm.

Hunter pulls you with him to his speeder.

"We're not done yet," you say, protesting.

"You're done here, I can do the rest on my own," he insists, getting on and waving you over, "Come on, jump on, I'll give you a ride home."

"But-"

"No arguments, get on."

You do as you're told and mumble a small thank you to him, ashamed that you've been barking at him.

You hear him laugh softly and say, "No problem, now hold on tight".

Echo

You don't even have to tell him that you are overworked, he already knows that you have more than one job and that you don't sleep enough. The reproachful look he gives you slowly drives you crazy.

"What's your problem, Echo? Why the hell are you looking at me like that all the time?"

He snorts and says, "I'm waiting for you to keel over at any moment."

Surprised, you pause.

"What?"

"You want me to spell it out? You heard me the first time."

You grab his arm and turn him around to face you as he continues to work.

"Excuse me, mister, what's your problem?"

He pulls away, grabs you by your upper arms and urges you onto a crate, so you can sit down. Echo looks at you so urgently that you forget for a long moment how your voice actually works.

"You need to quit one of your jobs, you can't go on like this. You have rings under your eyes, you're agitated and restless, you seem rushed and overtired. I hope you don't quit this one, but one has to go. Eventually you'll fold, and the thought of you beating yourself up like that makes me angry - that's my problem."

Echo will not back down, no matter how you squirm and argue. He means well and is extremely stubborn and unyielding about it. Don't get into big discussions, you can't win against Echo.

Wrecker

He doesn't notice it as quickly as Echo, but he will notice it. Of course, he's concerned and gets to the bottom of it.

"You want to tell me what's going on with you?" he asks you as you load the equipment.

You look at him questioningly and pick up the next box.

"What's supposed to be going on?"

Wrecker shrugs his broad shoulders and says, "Well, you seem really beat, tired. You're slower than usual, your eyes are all small, so either you've taken some drugs or you've barely slept."

You sigh softly and laugh humorlessly.

"I don't do drugs"

"That's what I thought" Wrecker says directly "So you're not sleeping enough, because you've been having that a lot lately"

"Yeah, my second job is more demanding than I thought"

"A second job huh?"

You nod and grab the next box, but Wrecker takes it out of your hand.

"Today I'm doing this alone" he says sternly.

"But-"

"Don't argue, you're overworked," he growls.

"But-"

"No, not today."

Wrecker will take as much off your hands as he can, but he'll also point out that you're only one person, and can't work for three.

"If you're short on credits we can pool, but credits won't do you any good at all if you wreck yourself."

Tech

He stops in the middle of your work and watches you. Suddenly you hear him sigh. When you look at him, he shakes his head. You are overtired, feeling drained, and already feel that you have no patience today, but you look at him and ask as calmly as you can, "What is it, Tech?"

He shakes his head again and says, "You are particularly slow and sluggish today, our teamwork is not very effective today thanks to you."

Somewhat tense, you say, "My deepest apologies," and continue working.

Tech frowns, adjusts his goggles with his right index finger and asks, "That sounded irritated. Are you irritated?"

You suppress a sigh and say as neutrally as possible, knowing he's not to blame for your condition, "I'm trying not to be."

"So you are?"

Now you do sigh and put down the box of equipment you just picked up.

"Yes, Tech. Can we move on now, please?"

Tech blinks a few times, then resumes. He tries not to tease you further or ask questions for now. But after work, on his way to the barracks, he passes the public transportation stop where he sees you sitting. You are sitting next to the station, your face in your hands. As he gets closer, he hears you sobbing softly. You look up startled from reddened eyes as he says your name.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, puzzled.

"Missed my ride. Now I'm sitting here for an hour, an hour I can't get back."

Tech blinks and asks, "And that's a reason to cry?"

"When you have multiple jobs, no free time, and barely any time to sleep, yes, that is a reason to cry"

His brows move up in surprise.

"Hence the sluggishness and irritability, now I understand the connections, I had wondered" he says quietly.

"Good for you," you say dryly.

Tech disappears for a moment, not two minutes later, however, he is back with his speeder.

"May I offer to drive you home?"

You wipe the tears from your face and laugh.

"That would be awesome, Tech"

As you climb up behind him, he says, "You need to cut back, get rid of at least one of the jobs"

"You say that so easily"

Tech raises his famous finger and says, "How about we sit down at your place and work it all out, find a better option for you?"

You yawn but nod, "Yeah, that might not be a bad idea"

"It is, after all, one of my ideas"

Crosshair

You've been tense all the time today, giving curt answers and even seeming a bit disoriented now and then, as if you had to rearrange yourself. Crosshair observes this critically for quite a while, but says nothing at first. But when you try to put the wrong clip into the blaster for the third time, he's had enough.

"What the hell is wrong with you? That's the wrong mag!"

Crosshair takes the magazine out of your hand and gives you the right one.

You snort in annoyance and say, "Happens to everyone."

"No," he insists, "You usually know these things off the top of your head."

You snap back, "I'm just tired, okay, just let me get on with it"

"You've been beside yourself all day" Crosshair grumbles.

You lower the gun belt you were about to equip and say, "It's just a shitty day today"

"Why?"

"I'm tired"

"You said that already. But why is that? Bad dreams or something?"

He can tell you're about to snap, he's just not sure yet if you're going to fold or freak out. Of course, he notices how hard it is for you to keep it together.

"I have several jobs, not just this one," you finally admit, "Lots of work, hardly any sleep. Every single one of these jobs is pretty demanding in one way or another. My batteries just don't charge anymore"

"Then you have to quit at least one job. It doesn't work like that, you can't go on like that in the long run."

You throw your arms in the air and say, "But I need the credits"

"So you're in a financial bind?"

You pull your shoulders up helplessly.

"Still can't go on like this, you're going to drop dead on me here one of these days, and I'm not cleaning up the mess".

You laugh softly and say, "How empathetic."

"Shall we go over your finances together? Maybe I'll see something you overlooked, a loophole, or a better option in general"

You are so moved, you could almost cry.

"Okay, now don't start crying," Crosshair says immediately, "It's just paperwork, I didn't propose or anything."

You laugh again and finally nod.

"Okay, I'd like to accept that offer."

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hanrinz · 1 year

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𖥦 ٭࣭ 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 𝗔𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘 !

includes: deku, bakugou, shoto, hawks, dabi & shigaraki

content warning: attempted crack, is based on what happened irl, chaotic! can be platonic/romantic! i have favoritism and it's very obv here

rosie's notes: bnha men but this time sum of this happened irl ?!? our school is holding a sports event & that gave me an inspiration to write smth ! and happy 100+ followers to me🫶 thank you everyone!!

꒰ 𝐃𝐄𝐊𝐔 ꒱

you know those nerds who would ramble on and on about their interests? yeah, that's him. although, this is already a given thought about him, i just know he is an all might defender! slandering all might is a big no, he would pull out all the reasons why all might is so amazing and therefore you have no reason to say such malicious things to the former no. 1 hero.

he would definitely be that classmate who's popular because he edit vids so well?!? his account is full of all might edits😟 it's very concerning.

he would let you copy his notes!! though it's not very readable.. overall he's a nice classmate to have!

꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 ꒱

definitely, the vice president who shouts at their classmates that are noisy, but also noisy himself. he definitely knows all the tea in the classroom! he says he hates drama but keeps receipt of every rumour and hush secrets.

the leader! he might be harsh at it, but at least it gets the work done. he's strict too! if you give him your work it must be perfect, well-written and up to his standard! he doesn't half-assed things, if you can't match up with that, it's better to work alone😞

꒰ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ꒱

the quiet guy who always has a handkerchief over his mouth, would talk occasionally. he's the one who would have a bunch of supplies! mans is built like national book store😤

need a marker? he got a box of those, in different colors too! don't have any paper? you can ask one from him! forgot your pens at home? he got your back!! he's that type of guy you would always want to be group mates with, he's just smart and participates very well!

꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒 ꒱

the teacher's pet, (pun not intended) he would always get straight A's, would always help the teacher with their things whenever they leave the classroom. he would also be the one to remind the teacher about the assignment that y'all agreed not to mention.

the students from other schools come to see him in every event your school holds !! you will always see him with different ppl taking pictures with him, definitely a social influencer!

he pranked dabi one time, trying to scare him. he got punched in the face resulting from him getting a bruise (didn't post for his selca week, got his fans in shambles wondering what happened to him)

꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ꒱

the annoying guy who teases you all day, also likes doing activities all by himself. is on the dance club??!?? he can dance!! and win in every competition he partakes in.

would receive love letters and chocolates on valentines day?? he hates those things, would probably end up burnt or just down the trash :( or maybe he would just give it away to his friends, either way he doesn't like it.

he gave you one though, from him too?!? very mixed signals, but it's dabi so it's bound to be one.

꒰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 ꒱

that guy who plays mobile games at school, when phones are supposed to be surrendered! surprisingly, is good at hiding his phone well and is very participative in group work!

he's that guy who wears hoodies even in the hot weather! does not give a shit about other ppl, unless it's correlative to him.

have a very messy sleeping schedule, one time he fell asleep on your shoulders he was warm and very cuddly too! nuzzled in your neck and inhaling your perfume.

dabi smacks him in the head to wake him up, he jolts from the impact immediately muttering a small apology to you, still groggy but would definitely ask you to let him sleep on your shoulders again.

#deku x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha imagine #bnha imagine #roses ‘r rosie

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jensensfanfic · 8 months

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KISSING MONTAGE

pairing: imogen heaney x f!reader

requested: @aygfd: hey, I would absolutely love an Imogen one, especially there only being about 3 I’ve seen! I was wondering if maybe you could do an Imogen x f! reader where they pull a nick and Charlie and sneak around school kissing and all lovey dicey at home. If not that’s okay! Thank you :)

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: lots of kisses, sneaking around, reader calls imogen "Im", coming out via a public kiss, kind of set in s1 (bc of nick being single still)

☆part 2☆

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Imogen bounds towards you the second she sees you arrive at the school gates. She's so excited that she nearly runs into you but stops herself just short so that your shoes are touching.

"Morning," she greets you, sweetly, "Did you sleep okay?"

You briefly flash back to the previous evening you'd shared with Imogen.

You were at her house, hanging out in her room, like you did most nights. It was a normal moment night until Imogen had asked you who you fancied. She said she'd noticed you hanging around with Nick for weeks. Little did she know, you were hanging out with him because he was the only person who knew that you weren't straight. He was the only person you had told, and you had been telling him about your crush on Imogen, while he would try to convince you to let her know, to tell her.

And that is what you had finally done last night.

After she asked you that question, you took a deep breath and then turned around to face your best friend before taking her hand and finally confessing to her that you liked her.

It didn't take long after that for Imogen to lean forward quickly and give you the softest, warmest, most butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing kiss you'd ever experienced.

Now, here you both were, standing outside of the school gates, her eyes darting down to your lips as she also went over the night in her head.

"Not really." You answer, and Imogen looks concerned for all of a few seconds before you add, "I had other things on my mind, you know? Couldn't stop thinking about that–"

She cuts you off by grabbing your hand, surprising you. "Come on!"

She leads you inside, through the corridors, until she finds an open cupboard full of cleaning supplies. She ushers you in and closes the door behind her. "Is this... okay?"

"Uh... yeah!"

She giggles, and then you're kissing again, the hairs on your arms standing instantly as one of your hands finds its way onto the back of her neck.

You break apart a few minutes later when the bell rings. Not wanting to get caught, you both decide to risk getting detention, and you wait for the bell to stop and the corridor to empty before leaving and heading to class with sweet smiles on both of your faces.

—☆—

Over the next few weeks, you and Imogen can't keep your hands to yourselves. Whenever you get a moment alone, your lips are joined, both giddy and excited over this new and glorious feeling.

One evening, while doing homework, Imogen catches you staring at her. You watch her face, noticing the cute way she furrows her brows when she's concentrating. When she calls you out on your staring, you deny it, which results in her tickling you and inevitably leads to her smashing your lips together again.

—☆—

One night, during a sleepover at her house, her mother announces through a yell that she needs to 'pop to the shops to get some milk for breakfast in the morning'. The second the door shuts, Imogen smirks at you, wiggling her brows, "Alone at last! Wanna make out?"

"Uh... duh."

At some point during your little makeout session, you pull back momentarily. Imogen tilts her head slightly in confusion, and you say, quite simply, "You're lips are so soft, Im. Could kiss you forever."

She blushes and then you pull her back to you.

—☆—

Then there's your weekly 'friend date'. This time, you decide to go bowling at Hollywood Bowl. You end up making a bet. If Imogen wins, you'll pay for all the arcade games you play together afterwards, but if you win, she has to give you any and all prizes or tickets that you win in the arcade.

You end up winning, and then Imogen wins a cute Luigi plushy on a crane claw game. When it falls, you reach down to grab it, and she sulks, making a pouty face. You chuckle, "That face... so cute."

"What, this?" She asks, and then pouts again, to which you respond by tipping forward and pressing your lips to hers.

"Crap, sorry! We're like... in public."

"It's okay, there's no one here, silly." She replies, and then snatches Luigi from your hands and runs away with it, making you chase her.

—☆—

It goes on for weeks. You steal kisses at her house, at yours, at the park, in little hidden away corners at the mall, even at school. You both know how risky it is, but you manage to go months without anyone seeing you.

Being best friends, the only kisses you ever manage to get away with in school, are the little cheek pecks. You've always done it every time you greet each other at the school gates or said goodbye after a studying session, sleepover, or before walking home.

And of course you take advantage. Every time you kiss her cheek, or she kisses yours, you linger just slightly longer, or take the opportunity to whisper something cute or romantic in each other's ears.

—☆—

One day at her house on a Saturday afternoon, several months after your crush confession, you break away from her lips, pressing your forehead to hers. "Im?"

"Yeah?"

"I really, really like you."

She pulls away and laughs softly, "I really, really, really like you, too."

"I was wondering... if you want... can we, um... can we start to tell people. I think... I really want to... I'm ready to." You don't look at her as you wait for her answer, not wanting her to see how much you want this, how your eyes are near brimming with tears ready to spill if she says no. "It's okay if you don't want to yet. We haven't even said, you know, if we're..."

"Girlfriends? I think we are." Imogen gently lifts you chin with her thumb. "It's been months, and... well... do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Absolutely, 100% yes, I do."

"Okay." Imogen pecks your cheek, and then your lips. "Then let's tell people."

��☆—

The next morning, Imogen is at school before you, and the second she spots you walking towards her bench, she bounds happily toward you once again. She kisses your cheek, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. "Just so you know, I want people to know, but I'm just checking... are you sure?"

You smile and nod. "I'm very sure."

"Then come here, girlfriend!" She pulls away, grabs your face, and crushes your lips together, in full view of everyone around you.

This special, life-changing kiss sends tingles throughout your body in a whole new, exciting, and terrifying way, and you can hear the murmurs as Imogen talks into the kiss. "Scared?"

"A little."

"Me too." She pulls away completely then, takes a breath and smiles at you sweetly, then takes your hand. "But I really, really, like you. Come on, let's not be late and get any more detentions."

—☆—

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sleepingcup · 3 months

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Injuries is what I am used to

Game: Reverse 1999 x Reader Characters: Vertin, Sonetto, & Horropedia x Injured! Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, mentions of blood, non-spoiler territory, Fluff Disclaimer: This is made for fun, be aware of oocs and mistypings.

-- {Can you write about the pavlov foundation gang (like horropedia, vertin, sonetto) reacting to their s/o coming back injured from their mission against manus vindictae 👉👈 [lmao just something to feed the horropedia brainrot] - anon} (This is requested that was from the inbox of @sleepy-meep) --

Summary: You had finished your mission, as the toughest unit in the St. Pavlov Foundation. You came in one piece but at what cost? Being injured from the Manus Vindictae, how will they react to that is...

She is stoic, but deep down...

Vertin is pissed.

She had NO idea that you will get injured from the fight and swore to herself to NEVER make the same mistake ever again. Vertin immediately tends to your wounds calmly and asks you to rest or sleep by her side.

I dont think Vertin would not allow you to be alone for even a second, as a result Vertin would be a doting lover.

Plus you might want to get used to Vertin being clingy, she too deserves your attention even more.

Also Vertin might cry silently when she confess that she just needs your company and hopes that it was not greedy.

Let's just say that Vertin had a pleasant time with you.

If there is a meter of panic out of 10, it would be a 1000 when Sonetto sees you in that state.

She is EXTREMELY worried about you and immediately tries her best to tend to your wounds, constantly worried that she would leave or worse yet lost you when you are away from her.

She can't afford to leave you alone.

If anything she would LOVE to ask permission to be with you till you recovered from your wounds.

If you do need any help or any of her service Sonetto will arrive no hesitation.

But if its a kiss, she would give you kisses, no questions asks.

Cut to Matilda sobbing/j

The happy go lucky man will turn to concern and worry with a blink of an eye.

Goes to you and wonders if you are alive or a ghost, but when you reassure him that you are fine and just injured. He brushes off like nothing happened.

That is the ONLY thing he can fool you.

But deep down, he deeply cares for you.

In his own way Horropedia loves to bother you even if you are recovering from your injuries. But this is LITERALLY his opportunity to be with you so he is on the winning side.

Plus he won't hesitate to give you kisses when he tried to take care of your wounds, cheesy I know. But he would also lure you to watch horror movies with him and chill.

The only thing that YOU alone is not aware is that, Horropedia kept you close to him while he was either watching or reading not letting you go until you are fully healed.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #vertin #sonetto #horropedia #joshua #vertin x reader #sonetto x reader #horropedia x reader

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everydayyoulovemeless · 10 months

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[Valentine Idolizes You]

➼ Word Count » 0.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Headcanons based on how Nick treats you once idolized.

Starting off with the basics, he's gonna wanna hire you. He'll even offer you his bed in the agency, it's not like he sleeps in it anyway. You, him, and Ellie are gonna be the greatest group of detectives in the Commonwealth. Ellie can hold down the fort at home while you and Nick go solve mysteries.

If he hasn't seen you for more than 2 weeks, then, depending on how many cases he's working on, he's gonna go looking for you. He doesn't wanna come across as overbearing, but he's so concerned about losing you, he honestly can't help but want to ensure that you're alright.

That being said, he's always gonna be there for you. You need someone to talk to? Head on over to Nick's place, you were there for him with Winter and he'll gladly be there for you.

Expect a lot of moments where the two of you just sit in comfortable silence. Him looking over case files and you tinkering with your weapons.

Nick—especially around the holidays—will light a little campfire somewhere in the agency and the three of you (you, Nick, and Ellie) will just sit around and talk. It's one of his favorite past times. Just a nice, comfortable moment to take a breath and celebrate yourselves for all the work you've completed together.

Nick will be one of, if not the, most honest person you'll ever come across. He might soften it a bit but Nick will still tell you the truth, whether it's hard or not. He doesn't think he has it in him to keep something from you.

Nick has a habit of quoting pre-war media because he knows you'll understand the references.

If you have the Mysterious Stranger perk, he'll occasionally sit you down in his office and confide his findings with you. He wants to know what you think about him and every detail involving your interactions with the stranger.

Nick is naturally a more serious and sarcastic person, but he finds that he smiles a lot more when he's with you. Nothing big, but nothing too subtle either.

Whenever you meet someone new, Nick likes to interrogate them. He's like a dad in that sense. Again, he's worried he'll come off as overbearing, but he wants to make sure you're not being taken advantage of.

The kind of guy who teaches you how to tie a tie.

If you agreed to stay with him and Ellie at the agency, then he'll frequently ask if you want to go on walks with him around Diamond City. Domestic things like this make him feel at peace, especially when it's with someone he cares about.

Nick really likes to play blackjack with you and, unless you have a crazy good luck stat, he'll win every time. He, at the very least, isn't prone to bragging. It's one of the pros of playing any competitive game with him.

It’s hard to find, but when he can he’ll make you a cup of coffee. He technically doesn’t need it, but he can remember how much human Nick liked it, and you probably deserved it.

On days that aren't busy, Nick will turn the radio on and you’ll teach each other how to dance to certain songs until Travis mentions something that seems sketchy enough to look into.

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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A Loving Hand and Some Warm Tea | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: When (Y/N)'s illness turns from bad to worse, she's thankful that she's got Tommy there to help her get through it...even when, in the first place, he was worried about it and she wasn't.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2729

A/N: let’s all pretend that’s not Arthur in the gif, ok? I feel like it fits perfectly because that’s how he’s smiling at her in my mind. Also round of applause for me finally finishing a request. I’m sorry it took so long. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

———

It was unusual for (Y/N) not to be moving about the house by the time that midday was approaching. Tommy quickly realized that, and immediately went on the hunt to find her.

First he checked the betting floor, where she'd help take down the numbers and hand out the winnings. Scudboat swore up and down that he hadn't seen her, so he went deeper into the betting den to find Polly. She was organizing the cash intake all morning, so she also hadn't seen the young woman. Worry started to build up within him as he made his way back to the living quarters.

After checking around the kitchen area for any scraps of paper, because she usually left a note when she was going out, he went to Finn, who was half-asleep on the couch. He told Tommy that he hadn't seen her yet, and that he'd been laying on the couch the entire morning. Tommy couldn't ask many more questions before the boy went into a sneezing fit.

Considering that conversation a lost cause, he placed his hands on his hips and took a moment to think logically about the situation. Where could she have gone? He didn't need to think for too long before his answer was given to him in the form of a cough coming from upstairs.

Tommy quickly ascended the steps while wondering why he didn't think to check the bedroom. But then he realized it was probably because (Y/N) was never in their bedroom after seven in the morning. She rose early with him and then stayed downstairs until they both retired at night.

"(Y/N)?" he quietly called as he opened the door to the room.

"Tommy?" she asked, trying so hard not to sound like she'd been coughing and sneezing all morning.

"You not feeling well, love?" he asked her, his brows furrowed.

"I'm fine," she quickly dismissed his concern, sitting up in the bed as she tried her best to conceal the handkerchief that she'd been using to wipe her runny nose.

"You sure?" he didn't sound convinced, "it's unusual for you to be up here so late."

"I'm fine," she insisted, brushing off his concern yet again, "I guess I must've just slept in."

"And sleeping in explains the coughing?"

"I can't have a tickle in my throat?" she asked him, hating that her voice went up an octave as she tried to make her statement sound believable. Her throat was on fire at the moment, but she couldn't let Tommy know that.

"Your nose is running," he pointed out then, jutting his chin out in her direction.

"Shit," she mumbled under her breath as she produced the handkerchief to wipe it once more. Tommy watched her intently as she went about wiping her nose. Her doing so was quickly followed by a coughing fit, one that she couldn't conceal even if she wanted to. "What?" she asked him with a defensive tone laced into her voice once the coughing had stopped. She knew the look he was giving her all too well.

"Spill it, (Y/N)," he dryly demanded, his tone letting her know that he didn't want her to sugarcoat her situation any longer.

(Y/N) sighed and hung her head, hating that she'd been found out. "I may or may not have a slight cold," she admitted, sounding like a child that was owning up to taking an extra piece of candy from the jar. Her head snapped up so that she could look at Tommy again before he even thought of what to say. "I'm fine though, ok? There's no need for you to be worrying and doting over me," she added, hoping to show him that she didn't need to be coddled and could still do what she normally did.

Tommy pursed his lips, looking like he so badly wanted to make a comment about the latter half of her statement. After a few moments, he nodded his head. "Decided to get a late start then, did you?" he asked her, a lighthearted tone laced into his voice.

(Y/N) smiled when she recognized what he was doing. She felt relieved that she wasn't met with the overly protective side of Tommy today...she honestly didn't know if she'd be able to deal with it. "Yeah," she answered with a bit of a sheepish grin, still trying to make her situation seem believable, "I guess I am."

"Ah, well..." he trailed off, stepping to the side as he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, "up and at 'em then."

"'Course, boss," she teased him, making him shake his head as a slight grin formed on his face. He glanced at her then, and she sent a wink in his direction, making his smile appear full on his features.

"I'm gonna go," he said then, his voice soft.

"Ok," she responded in an equally as soft voice, smiling at him as he turned and exited the bedroom.

The second he left, (Y/N)'s smile dropped. She felt anything other than fine at the moment. In fact, she wished that she could curl herself into a ball and sleep until she didn't feel like her lungs were on fire and her head was spinning. But Tommy couldn't know that. She didn't need him worrying about her when he had so many other, more important things on his plate. So she flicked the covers to the side and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. After wiping her nose once more, she stood, groaning at the aching feeling that immediately started coursing through her body.

She started getting dressed after she steadied herself, and soon enough, she was ready to start the day. She just hoped that there weren't many chores to do...because she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to do all of them.

——

Tommy entered the family home much, much later that evening. His heart dropped the second he stepped into the main downstairs living area. "(Y/N)?" he called out as he rushed over to where she was laying on the couch; looking as pale as ever, covered in the shine of sweat. "Love, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Tommy," she weakly responded, her lungs burning just from uttering the three, simple words.

"Bullshit it's nothing. You're sick, (Y/N)," he called her out on her lies, kneeling down next to the couch she was on. He gently placed a hand against her forehead, and didn't even need to hold it there long to realize how hot her skin was. "You're burning up," he stated the obvious then.

"I'm sick," she finally admitted in a dejected tone.

"I know," Tommy answered her as he stood straight again.

"I didn't want to worry you...to make you care more about me than what you've got going on," she explained the reason behind her withholding this information from him.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak but then decided against it, instead shaking his head as he exhaled a sigh. He rubbed the back of his head as he tried to think of what to do next. "I'll go get Pol. She'll make you some soup or something else that you'll be able to keep down," he said then, deciding that his aunt would know more about cooking for someone who was ill than he would.

"Tommy, no," (Y/N) disagreed with his plan, reaching out to grab onto his pant-leg before he was able to get too far away from her.

"What?" he asked, looking down at her again. The frown on her face made his heart drop, and he felt bad for not calling her out on her sickness before. She looked much worse now than she did this morning, and he wondered if that might've been different had he stayed back to help her instead of going to work.

"Don't get Polly," she paused, taking a few steadying breaths, "just stay here with me, please."

"I'm no good at this stuff, (Y/N)," he pointed out, "Pol knows much more about what you should be eating. She'll have you feelin' better."

"No," she shook her head, sounding so stubborn at the moment, "I just need you," she added, gripping tighter onto the fabric of his trousers as she spoke.

"Need me to do what?" he hazarded an ask, wanting to hear what she wanted straight from her.

"Need you to make me feel better," she answered, jutting out her bottom lip after she was finished speaking, really trying to persuade him.

Tommy chuckled as he heard her words. He couldn't help but let his mind travel to darker avenues before reminding himself that his wife wouldn't be up for anything of that nature tonight...or the next few days, if he was being honest.

"Please, Tommy?" she cut into his thoughts, bringing him out of the metaphorical gutter and back into their living room.

He dropped his head at her request, rubbing the back of it once more before he finally fully gave into his wife's wishes. "I don't think I'm much good at this, love," he told her, hoping his words would serve as a warning when what he gave her didn't amount to what she'd expect.

"You don't need to be good...you just need to be here," she assured him, smiling meekly as she finally let go of his pant-leg. "Can you make some tea for me, please?" she asked him then, hope shining in her eyes.

"I can," he nodded before moving over to the counter where the kettle was sitting. He placed some water on the stove to boil before he moved back over to where (Y/N) was laying.

"Get me the blanket from that chair please?" she asked him next, gingerly pointing over to the chair that it was draped across. Tommy nodded, grabbing the blanket and moving back over to her so that he could spread it out over top of her body.

"Anything else?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Not now," she shook her head, smiling up at him.

Tommy nodded before he moved back over to the kitchen area. There, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and shrugged it off of his shoulders. He draped it over one of the dining chairs before he started working on the buttons of his waist coat. Once that was open, he took that off also, setting it on top of the jacket before he placed his timepiece on the dining table.

The kettle started to whistle just as he was finished pulling his suspenders down, so he moved over to it and went through the process of getting (Y/N)'s tea ready, making sure it was made just the way she liked it.

"Here, love," he said in a soft voice as he carefully transferred the cup and saucer over to her.

"Thank you," she smiled at him gratefully as she brought the cup closer to her mouth, breathing in the warm vapors that the drink was expelling.

"Anything else?" he asked her again, taking on the same facial expression that he previously wore.

"You," she answered simply, looking up at him with the slightest smile playing on her lips.

Tommy chuckled at her blatant answer, shaking his head slightly as he then motioned for her to move on the couch, "move over then so I can sit," he instructed her and she did as he said, moving over on the couch just enough so that he could sit on it. He sat down then, and as soon as he settled in, she leaned back to lay against him. "Comfortable?" he asked her, not wanting her to feel stiff.

"Very," she hummed in response as she then took a sip of her tea.

Tommy couldn't help but smile at her statement. He could've been locked in the betting shop right now; slaving away at the books to make sure that the family was still bringing in profits, or planning out the next move he was going to make on the tracks. He could've stayed at his desk until the early hours of the morning and snuck up into bed to just barely lay his head down before he'd be up and going again. But instead he was here...with the woman who'd essentially made him the man he was today. He didn't know where he'd be without (Y/N). If it hadn't been for her staying by his side, even after everything he'd seen and done in France, he was fairly certain that the Shelby name wouldn't be nearly as big as it was now. She was truly his driving force.

"Could you put this on the table, Tommy?" (Y/N)'s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, reminding him that she was still pressed up against his side.

"Finished already?" he asked her as he took the empty cup and saucer from her hands.

"It was lovely," she smiled at him as she cuddled into his side. Tommy grinned as he draped his arm over her, allowing her to move even closer to him. "There's nothing better than a loving hand and some warm tea when you're sick," she commented, closing her eyes as a blissful smile formed on her face.

Tommy smiled down at her as he began to gently drag his fingers up and down her side. Silence fell between them as he let her rest, happy that she hadn't taken any coughing fits since she'd drank the tea. He could tell by the rasp in her voice that she'd probably been doing so all day. They enjoyed the silence for some time before he spoke again: "how did this all come on?" he asked her, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"What?" (Y/N) asked for clarification as she lifted her head from his chest slightly.

"You gettin’ sick," he added more details to his previous question.

"I guess it was from me being outside in the rain with Finn the other day," she answered.

"In the rain?" there was a slight amount of dismay in Tommy's voice.

"He wanted to go out and play...I figured I'd go with him instead of him bein' by himself," she defended her decision.

"I guess that explains why he broke out into a sneezing fit when I was lookin' for you earlier," Tommy commented on his brief interaction with the eleven year old earlier that day.

"Yeah...he went to Polly's for the night. She said that she'd take care of him," (Y/N) informed him. Tommy nodded at the information.

"Wasn't one of your smartest ideas, you know," he said then, bringing the conversation back to the two of them going out into the rain.

"Going out in the rain?" (Y/N) checked to see if she understood what he was getting at.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"We had fun. If this little cold was the only bad that came from it, I'm fine with that."

"This little cold has rendered you immobile on the couch, (Y/N)," Tommy pointed out.

"It's the price I'll pay for helping Finn feel like he's a child again; even if only just for a little bit," (Y/N) still seemed pleased with her doings. "Plus...it's allowed me to sit here all cuddled up next to you," she added, smiling up at him as she hugged onto him tighter.

Tommy couldn't help but smile back at her. "Get some rest, eh?" he suggested, his words making her nod her head.

"Love you," she mumbled as she rested her head against his shoulder again.

"I love you," he reciprocated the sentiment, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He knew that he'd be taking the day off tomorrow, because (Y/N)'s illness most certainly wasn't one of those that just disappeared after a day. That didn't bother him though. The business would be fine if he spent a day away from the office, and (Y/N) needed someone by her side. Like she'd said, a loving hand and some warm tea goes a long way when you're feeling under the weather, and Tommy was determined to provide her with both of those for as long as she needed them.

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Accepted or Declined? [Dottore x Reader x Pantalone]

First, English is not my mother tongue so maybe i make mistake in grammar or anything, sorry

Secondly, i played chess when i was 5,6 idk and now i almost forgot all of them, everything mentioned chess in here maybe not right

So sorry again... i am really bad at writing in eng

p/s: Dottore does not appear directly, Reader has no feelings for Pantalone

You wait in the eerily quiet surroundings. All the lights in the main hall have turned off, leaving you alone with the weak light of an oil lamp just enough to see the chess set. Fear and impatience are increasing in waves as your fingers tend to tap harder on the marble floor.

When will Dottore finally complete the experiment?

Once again, thoughts of him flashed through your mind, distracting you from the chess match laid out before you. You take a deep breath, feeling the refreshing cold flow into your trachea, flowing into your thoughts like a cataclysm that extinguished all concerns about him. You move the white pawn up 1 space, as programmed, and after completing one step, you rotate the chessboard 180 degrees. You put all your focus on the chess position in front of you, you repeat what you want to do out loud, win yourself, win yourself, win yourself... However, you cannot understand the blurred black and white chess pieces right in front of your eyes replaced by the image of a blue-haired man. Helpless, you can only sigh, knock everything down and rearrange the two sides into two straight rows.

Dottore reigns in your mind like an incurable plague. You threw the pocket watch into a corner somewhere, stopping yourself from waiting so you wouldn't suddenly open it and then be disappointed how long it's been since he's started that damn experiment. All the waiting time is now counted in chess matches, but at thirteen you stopped counting and the games after that are just mechanical, dealing with yourself. You begin to think he had left, half of you believe that Dottore was a man of his word, but the other half suspect that he had completed the experiment and then left, forgetting his promise. Speaking of credibility, Dottore was like that, but I don't know if he has changed with everyone, or just with you.

Beyond credibility, many things have changed.

You sigh, you should focus on something else to wait for him. Just as you were about to place your pawn on E4, a deep voice ring out at the front door of the hall:

“Sicilian defense as usual?”

You can easily recognize the owner of the voice and it is not good to have the company of other harbingers except number 2. Luckily the oil lamp light is not bright enough to illuminate the discomfort on your face. At that moment, you quickly stand up, bow properly and reply in a very neutral tone:

“Mr. Regrator, it is a pleasure to meet you, even though it is midnight.”

“What I said, you can call me Pantalone.”

You want to say something sarcastic, but this bastard will always respond with an obnoxious, peaceful smile, not paying any attention. Finally, you smile, your knuckles digging into the back of your shirt even more intensely when Pantalone does not leave but sits down opposite you.

"I didn't know you would spend your precious time here with me so late at night instead of a good night's sleep. Do you have something you want to discuss? It's definitely not due to poor chess."

Pantalone still keep his usual smile, he turn the chessboard so that the white pieces are on his side.

"A match, shall we?"

This man is definitely not here just for the reason of having a chess match for entertainment. Surely Pantalone is thinking about something, you wonder if you should find an excuse to refuse and then leave because any more lingering with him will only be disadvantageous. You want to dissect the man in front of you, you want to know what he is planning behind that gentle face. What was the reason for Pantalone's approach? Why you and not Dottore? Looking at yourself, you can't find anything that would be useful for Pantalone.

Thousands of questions constantly appear in my mind, neurons are pushed to maximum performance to encode as quickly as possible. The soles of your feet tingle and itch like an ant making nests, and your body was urging you to run away. Run away for what? You do not know.

"Let's sit down."

Your body stiffen as Pantalone spoke. It was supposed to be a reassurance but underneath the layers of subtext you felt it was more like an order. You sit down forcibly, your fingers gripping the hem of your shirt until they turn white.

"It's just for fun. I definitely won't punish you if you lose."

You feel regretful that you didn't choose to leave.

"What's wrong, Dottore doesn't allow his little friend to socialize with other people?"

Pantalone laughs very politely and sarcastically, you hate the way every time you met him he always mentioned Dottore. In the past, you didn't mind, but right now, anyone mentioning his name makes your anger flare up. However, who can you blame for when you have become his shadow for so long, when did you lose your own identity and choose to stand behind?

"If you want to talk to Dottore, you should find the owner."

"Okay but the main topic tonight is you."

This time Regrator laughed heartily, not the commercial smile in meetings. You want to correct yourself but Pantalone doesn't give you the chance:

"Do you ever use any opening other than the Sicilian defense?"

Pawn to D4.

"Sometimes I open with The Ruy-Lopez"

Pawn to D5.

"So two openings, why don't you try some others? The other openings didn’t bring victory?"

"I tried..."

You're a little confused when you remember the last time you used other openings except the Sicilian defense and The Ruy-Lopez. You suddenly realize it's been a long time, maybe since you were an Akademiya scholar. That's when you started practicing chess, choosing the suitable openings to master them.

"I tried Ponziani and the Slav defense but it wasn't effective."

If you don't want to say you lost badly to Dottore when you were trying to find a third opening.

"As a scientist, I see you have no tendency to innovate."

This time you couldn't hide the irritation in your tone, but you were calm enough not to express anything too extreme.

"What do you mean by that?"

Even though you are not an official scientist, you chose to become Dottore's assistant, but each of those words severely attacked those in the field of research and development.

"Don't get angry," Pantalone seemed happier when you no longer remained neutral in your actions and words, "I mean, sometimes you should step out of your safe zone, choose a bold decision that can end the chain of thoughts: worries, hesitation and negativity."

Pawn to C4.

Looking at the situation in front of you, you can partly feel the suspicious message he is conveying. What Pantalone wants to say has also appeared in your subconscious countless times. They appear every time you realize that you were slowly drifting off to sleep while sitting on the chair waiting for him to return every night. They persistently whisper in your ear when Dottore and you argued about unnecessary issues. They become a ghost that resides in your left chest when you crossed out past your birthday on the calendar, reminding you that Dottore has completely forgotten you.

Pantalone can clearly see your trembling hand playing with the lock of hair on your cheek.

"You know, there are things that have to be sacrificed for a greater purpose."

Your gut is tearing, you feel bile rising into your throat, you don't know how to show exact expression to him. You are becoming more sensitive than ever, 7 parts of you are agreeing with Pantalone's words but 3 parts are shaking your spirit, you should not trust him, you must choose Dottore. You raised your face, eyes unable to hide the fear that was locked on Pantalone's every move.

Pantalone walks towards you, bend down to face level, his fingers wearing a sparkling ring trying to touch your cheek but you backed away to avoid him.

He makes a fake sad face, not giving up, his ten fingers cupping your face and pulling you closer. You try to pull Pantalone's wrist away, but your limbs feel as weak as plants.

You are not afraid of Pantalone, the terror that is coming at this moment is the competing thoughts of Dottore going on in your head. You know Pantalone is not the cause of your rebellious thoughts, they have always existed in your mind every time Dottore's credibility dropped. But you always pushed them away, burying them all deep in some corners, overpowering them with the illusion of justifying yourself to Dottore. And, Pantalone is the catalyst, igniting the fire that allows them to escape and burn down the stronghold you have built. Why does Pantalone do this? Does Pantalone know that Dottore is an unambiguous person? Even if Dottore still has feelings for you and if his plan of separating was successful, Dottore’s collapse because of love is still extremely unreasonable. So what is the key to doing this?

"Look at me."

The sweet words make you shiver, he brushes your strands of hair into your ear. You can feel his steady breathing on your nose, it took your breath away. His purple eyes under long eyelashes seem to illuminate your frustrated heart. They consider, open each layer of skin, see through thousands of thoughts that are tangled together like a ball of wool. But those eyes did not untie every knot, they burned like a volcano, burning everything to ashes. They leave your mind as hazy white spaces, and in your eyes everything is gradually fading, only the silhouette of the ninth harbinger remains. Rough gloved fingers touch your lips, Pantalone smiles happily, he parts your teeth, and blows air into your mouth. You startle and cough when the smell of cigarettes hits you. You are not aware that you had stopped breathing since he held your face. You want to remove your face from his hands, but they are on your waist. He leans in so that his nose touches your skin. You are irritated, your eyebrows furrow to show your displeasure for him to let go. As for Pantalone, he seems a bit regretful when he didn't put two fingers in your mouth.

"Accepted or Declined?"

You blush when you feel his lips playing with yours, you blame it on your anger from waiting for Dottore and the banker's weird joke. You remove Pantalone's hand, quickly stand up and lay your king down.

"I resign."

You leave, leaving Pantalone laughing happily at the game he had created. You leave, this time you didn't care if Dottore was still at the palace.

#dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #genshin impact

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