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satubby · 3 months

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Heyyy❤️ writer,Your yandere concept of Ryu Si O was amazing.I literally loved it. I request you infact beg😭you to write a hot smut between Ryu Si O & his S/O which would also serve as the 2nd part of the yandere concept.Hope you'll write more amazing stuffs.I'm eagerly waiting for your updates.

Hello my beloved reader, I'm sorry for answering your question... so late but you know, I have school exams in a few months so I stayed away from the Internet. But I hope you like this NSFW scenario of Ryu Shi-oh, something yandere hehe.

Author's Notice: As such, this is told from the POV of our beloved Ryu Shi-oh....

'Baby, eyes don't lie.... Cause I know I love you' — <Based on the song: Eyes don't lie by Isabel Larosa>

If we were honest, the first time I saw you, it was in the worst conditions, both prisoners of our environment. Your smile did not flank even though you will receive blows, I insulted you and kicked you in those cells of Pavel where darkness was our days.

I thought you were a fool, I cursed you for months when you gave me hugs or smiled like a stupid despite your wounds, I was years before you in this crappy cell I called home.... In fact, I don't even know if it could be called that. I did not understand in those moments that those feelings unknown to me, would be the ones that torment me to this day.

That at some point I began to love you, even though we lived like animals struggling to survive, at some point it was comforting to know that you would live another day by my side.

I don't know at what point we began to embrace each other.... I don't know at what moment I opened my shell to you that had been closed so as not to show weakness, at what moment we both began to long for each other? When emotions were forbidden in that hell where freedom was a luxury and living a necessity.

I thought we could escape, that we would be happy out of that place, so I followed the foolish plan of the one I considered my friend at that time, but he was not, a simple rat who betrayed me as soon as he could.

I remember that day when we ran away, we left behind that hellish past but still both you and that bastard were caught, you cried smiling while you pushed me to escape, I did not want to but you begged me.... I saw with my eyes how you 'died' and that ugly image remained in my memories.

Then I wandered aimless until I discovered that the bastard I once called a friend was alive.

Somehow I forced myself to return with the uncertain hope that you were alive... Until at some point, I became that puppet that Pavel wanted so much, all because I was tied to those feelings for you.

Looking for you, I managed to rise to a little stronger and more influential, until that bastard told me that in fact, if you lived and that only made me angry, all those years they could have sent you to me but you were my leash... A strap that was tightening me until it burst when I saw you again 12 years later.

Unfortunately, due to the trauma, when we met again, you had already forgotten about me, yet I did not give up and hugged you until I got tired because deep down, I had clung to the feeling of loving you ... This love that burned, crushed and tortured me with longing made me have mixed feelings.

But for you, I killed and crushed those who crossed my path, I swore I would make Pavel pay for the hell they had put us in, not for anything from now on you were living normally thanks to my efforts.

And now here, feeling your curves on my hands, our lips colliding in desire and despair. I have longed for you so much, I struggled to find you... At what point did your kisses become my addiction? I don't know, because at this point I only wish our paths don't separate.

Your tongue dances with mine, our clashing hips echo in the hot air of the luxurious room. Lust runs through me, my sweat mingles with yours, I know well that our love is a luxury, I know it's wrong to have feelings when I'm still Pavel's puppet, but right now I just want to be Ryu Shi Oh— That little boy who became more than a man, a hungry beast seeking to devour everything and become strong just to find you, the one who loves you and only lives for you. My revenge comes from loving you, I would make them pay for the cruelty they would have put us through.

Our hips echo in the air of the lustful room, your pussy presses against my cock and your juices only make me want to fuck you even more. My hips twitch as you let out gasping moans, your cheeks red with arousal make me smile possessively, I love you with passion and although for years I have been swallowing this bitterness for the feelings that I still did not have clear, I can't take it anymore... You are like the drug that makes me stronger.

"Ryu.... Ahhhh~ I love you so much, you know that... so don't suffer for me anymore, please already– Let's stop with this silly revenge" You let out an agitated sigh trying to find the right words in between lust laden gasps. I know you want me to stop this, but I don't want to be a puppet anymore, I don't want to see you suffer.

I don't want you to be the leash that ties me to Pavel, I don't want to know that you are not just mine, that those bastards could kill you if they wanted to and I couldn't rebel.

Because I know we both hang on the pendulum between life and death constantly under Pavel's strings.

"I love too," I whisper between gasps, feeling your warmth enveloping my cock, your lips tasting like peaches, almost feeling like I'm eating a forbidden but longed-for fruit.

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, fueled by desire and a deeper connection that transcends mere lust.

And despite your pleas that sound more like moans, constantly begging me to stop my erratic movements— I can't help but revel in the pleasure coursing through my veins.

It's as if every caress, every moan, brings us closer to some kind of resolution: an end to the pain and torture that has plagued us both.... Sometimes I think maybe I'm just selfish and that these fantasies of love are only to avoid facing my fears, especially that question that was running through my mind.

You felt the same way about me? I can't help but get angry at the thought that other men have looked at you while locked in that cell where you were treated like a sack of meat.

However, even though I lose myself at this moment, a part of me is still aware of the danger we face under Pavel's watchful eye. But for now, in the midst of this whirlwind of ecstasy, I choose to ignore that dark cloud hovering over me. Instead, I focus solely on you and the boundless love that keeps me sane.

Scratching your back with my nails and you equally with mine, I roll my eyes as I lose myself in the pleasure coursing through my body. Your moans ignite something primal inside me, fueling my lust. Feeling your pussy clenching around me drives me deeper, losing myself completely in the moment. The pleasure intensifies, erasing any sense of time or reason. I thrust harder, wanting nothing more than to give you everything you desire right now.

Our bodies are drenched in sweat and we writhe like dancers in an erotic ballet telling the story of our eternal connection. You whisper sweet words in my ear, filling my heart with warmth despite the cold darkness around us.

Your words pierce through my armor and reach parts of me I thought lost forever.You whimper asking me to stop, but it's not enough, I'm addicted to your scent.

Your breasts are like dough between my hands, my lips collide against your rosy breasts and my tongue plays with those hard buttons because of the lust that emanates from your body. I don't know how much time passed, but we reached our climax, both clinging to our hands.

Like a beast I devoured everything in you— I licked, scratched, bit and fucked you to exhaustion as our bodies became a sticky, sweaty mess. In the end I only know that I love you, that I am possessive and will not let others have you, you are mine and you .... you were fine with that. Years of suffering were worth it or at least that's how it feels to me.

We fell into each other's arms and before we fainted, you whispered an "I love you" and I can only answer you by looking into your sleepy eyes, running my hands through your hair and kissing your forehead. I love you, so much that a scale would not be enough to weigh my love for you ...

Because baby, my eyes don't lie when they tell you that you're mine!

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onmyyan · 1 year

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New to your blog, but I’m curious. What if your ocs: Ricky and Ashley fought over a darling?

No cuz why this such a scrumptious thought🤔

For this scenario let's say you just moved into your new apartment complex and are sandwiched between the rugged cowboy named Ashley, he lives on your left and is all too eager to help you move in, and on the right was the stern faced bad boy with a heart of gold Ricky who drinks you in through his door's peephole, a goofy smile on his face the whole time you're moving, his heart doing backflips as he watched your clumsy yet all the more charming movements.

Pretty soon after meeting you, both men are absolutely smitten and working up their individual courage to ask you out, Ashley is a helper by nature, he uses your crappy apartment complex to his advantage, offering to help with leaky pipes or squeaky hinges, he somehow manages to always catch you on the way back from the store, the beefy blonde making sure to subtly flex while he takes the many bags from you hands.

Ricky keeps his cards close to his chest, "coincidentally" getting his mail whenever you do, lingering around the lobby when he knows you get off work, just for that five minute elevator ride, rizz's you up the entire time, he gives you a coffee one morning when your machine randomly breaks down (he totally didn't sneak into your apartment with a screwdriver and purposely dismantle it last night when you went on your usual snack run he swears) he always makes you smile with a witty comment or snide joke at the expense of your terrible landlord.

The second they notice one another circling like sharks, it's an all out war. A war you can't see but a war nonetheless. Sneers and heated glares, scalding comments and passive aggression flood the air any time to two are in a shared space. They keep it cute when you're in sight but the second you can't hear the claws come out honey.

"You think your slick you limp-shrimp-dicked backwater country bumpkin, I see you creeping around her, yeah that's done."

"Oh that's real cute coming from a sissy boy like you, hey how much time you reckon you spend in the mirror each mornin'?"

If we're talking a physical fight for their Darling Ashley would mop the floor with our boy Ricky, hate to say it but all his prowess is useless against the cowboy, he's got that country grown strength and is used to wrestling dangerous animals, no matter how hard he fought if it comes to fists, Ricky is going down.

However if it's not physical, Ricky would play Ashley like a mf fiddle.

Ricky the type to have cameras in your house like a week after he decides your his, it's hard not to take note of the way Ashley finds so many irritating ways to linger like the fly he was, Ricky would come to the quick conclusion that Ashley is a threat.

All it would take was one phone call to a friend of a friend for Ricky to get all the information he needed to know about Ashley. He comes over at some point that afternoon, booze and snacks in hand, he comes over under the guise of watching a bunch of movies he knew you'd been meaning to watch because the last time he snuck in he looked through your watchlist, you and Ricky spend the day getting blasted and enjoying each other's company, when just as he predicted, Ashley comes knocking, you answer the door in a blissfully tipsy haze, excited to see your other new friend and greet him happily, Ricky comes up behind you with the biggest grin, his face flushed, and rests his chin gently on your shoulder, you lean back into his chest holding the buzzed conversation with your other neighbor, Ricky reveled in the way the tall man twitched at the scene before him, not only did you feel absolutely perfect in his arms, he could see Ashley visibly deflating the longer you two stood there in the comfortable embrace.

All it would take was one well timed kiss to your temple for Ashley to lose it.

Ashley's composure would immediately break and he'd make a show of losing his temper, throwing Ricky off of you and grabbing the lean man by his shirt collar, it instantly kills your buzz and you're yanking the snarling Blonde off by the back of his shirt.

Ricky let's himself get a little roughed up, and you kick Ashley to the curb with a curse, you spend the rest of the night nursing his wounds and fall right into his palms where you belonged

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #Yandere oc x reader #ricky Delmont x reader #ricky Delmont #Ashley Hunt #Ashley Hunt x reader #yandere x y/n

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fanfic-lover-girl · 3 months

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Double Standards: Malfoys vs Weasleys Edition

I'm on a roll, baby! TWO double standards today! All from book 4!

Nepotism/Favoritism

Moody’s magical eye spun around to stare at Ron; Ron looked extremely apprehensive, but after a moment Moody smiled – the first time Harry had seen him do so. ‘You’ll be Arthur Weasley’s son, eh?’ Moody said. ‘Your father got me out of a very tight corner a few days ago …”

. . . my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

Fudge, who wasn’t listening, said, “Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He’s here as my guest.”

Bonus from Book 5

Harry distinctly heard the gentle clinking of what sounded like a full pocket of gold. ‘Really, just because you are Dumbledore’s favourite boy, you must not expect the same indulgence from the rest of us … shall we go up to your office, then, Minister?’

What I find most notable here is the difference in nature between the scenarios. The Malfoys' nepotism is more quid pro quo. Charity donations and political bribery. Whereas Authur Weasley seems to have used his position to help people like the Bagmans skirt the law. A government official helps another official's relative with a sketchy situation and in return, he gets expensive, premier seats?! Sounds a bit corrupt to me.

But hardly anyone in HP fandom has an issue with nepotism when the Weasleys do it. Nope, it's only bad when the rich Malfoys do it, duh!

Discrimination

Mum’s writing to the Muggles to ask you to stay. We’re coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can’t miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it’s better if we pretend to ask their permission first. Ron, it’s all OK, the Muggles say I can come.

Mr Malfoy’s eyes had returned to Hermione, who went slightly pink, but stared determinedly back at him. Harry knew exactly what was making Mr Malfoy’s lip curl. The Malfoys prided themselves on being pure-bloods; in other words, they considered anyone of Muggle descent, like Hermione, second-class.

Bonus: Weasley hypocrisy

“That’s sick,” Ron muttered, watching the smallest Muggle child, who had begun to spin like a top, sixty feet above the ground, his head flopping limply from side to side. “That is really sick…”

What I found very fascinating is how the discrimination is presented. The Weasleys' disgusting prejudice towards muggles is very casual. It's treated as normal and acceptable: for heaven's sake, Harry (our wonderful hero) even participates in dehumanizing his relatives. I bet most HP readers don't even bat an eye - JKR has trained the reader to accept muggle dehumanization. Yet, what I find strange is that Harry has to literally spell out the Malfoy's distaste for Hermione. Why is JKR wasting her time with this? By book 4, we already know how the Malfoys feel about Hermione. I think it's another indicator of JKR's crappy writing.

Anyway, after we see the appalling way the Weasleys treat the Durselys and the Grangers, JKR expects her readers to swallow Ron acting as a moral compass when he sees the muggle family being tortured? Please.

People need to remember that we are the muggles. Would you prefer the Malfoys who hate all things muggle and mainly want their world to be separate from muggles and keep to themselves (which Draco said way back in book 1 when he met Harry)?? Or would you prefer the Weasleys who have little respect for muggles and have little qualms about invading your home and bodily autonomy?

As a black woman, I prefer a KKK racist who lives far away from me and who I will probably never see in my lifetime. Compared to a white liberal who causally asks me degrading questions every day like why my English is so good when I am from Jamaica. Or anyone else for that matter who makes me feel insecure about my culture and abilities. All under the guise of being a so-called ally.

Truly, between the Malfoys and Weasleys, who has caused muggles more harm on screen or on paper?? I don't know how many people Lucius hurt as a DE besides the poor Roberts family but given JKR treats muggles as NPCs in her books, I guess those rando people Lucius may have killed don't matter :(. And why were muggles there anyway?! At a wizarding event?! That poor Mr. Roberts being treated worse than a dog by people who are supposed to be pro-muggle leaning.

At that moment, a wizard in plus-fours appeared out of thin air next to Mr Roberts’s front door. “Obliviate!” he said sharply, pointing his wand at Mr Roberts. “Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy.”

Sigh. Muggles deserved better. Forget Draco calling Hermione a mudblood. Like that slur means anything to Hermione anyway. Or has any meaningful impact. Muggles are the true victims in these books.

#double standards #weasley family #malfoy family #weasleys vs malfoys #anti weasleys #lucius malfoy #authur weasley #harry potter series #goblet of fire #nepotism #muggle and muggleborn discrimination #muggles are the true victims of hp #muggles deserved better #anti jkr #ron weasley critical #harry james potter critical

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iveseenstrangerthings · 2 years

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parked car confessions - a Steve Harrington imagine

summary: another friends to lover imagine, this is similar to my mixed signals imagine that i wrote, and you can read that here! This is a steve x fem!reader using she/her pronouns. Steve misses the usual Friday night movie to go on a date, much to your despair... it’s a bit angsty and fluffy!

warnings: sweating and mentions of food

word count: exactly 4k

note: i posted this yesterday but it didn’t show up anywhere??? so i’m trying again, hopefully it works

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A snaffle at the popcorn box brings your attention away from the film and you turn towards Dustin who’s grabbing a huge handful of the popcorn out of the bag in your hands. “Woah, easy there.” You whisper, trying not to distract the others from the movie. He just twists his face up in retaliation and sticks a finger to his lips, shoving the entire handful of popcorn into his mouth and over-exaggerating his chews. Painstakingly, you hold in a laugh at his expressions and mannerisms, no matter how crappy you feel you rely on Dustin to make you laugh. It’s Friday night and as usual, you’re all huddled together watching a movie of Mike’s choice tonight as you’re all at the Wheeler’s. Honestly, you haven’t been paying attention as tonight Steve bailed, at the last minute, and you’ve felt uneasy ever since. When the others asked why, he wouldn’t divulge and that’s when you started to suspect he was meeting someone, maybe going on a date.

Simply put, you like him. You know the others know after you accidentally confessed to Robin after you’d had a few drinks, and you know she wouldn’t be able to hold off telling the others. In a way though, you don’t mind. Yours and Steve’s relationship was an odd one that everyone just couldn’t understand. There are obvious feelings, on your part, and sometimes on Steve’s, but then he would adamantly deny there was anything there. There have been nights you’ve cried out of sheer frustration at the fact that you feel you’re getting nowhere with him, and all you want to do is be with him.

So, here you’re sat, half watching the film, half worrying about where he is and what he’s getting up to. The inside of your cheek is toying in between your back teeth as you play over different scenarios in your mind. Annoyance rises within you, suddenly starting to feel slightly enraged that you’ve gone for so long being toyed about. Something deep within you makes you want to confront him and tell him how much he’s hurt you.

Later, as the film seems to be drawing to a close, there’s a quick two knocks on the front door and then it swooshes open, a sudden draft entering the room. You whip your head around and see Steve turning to close the door, starting to kick his shoes off. Unimpressed, you turn back around and pretend like nothing’s happened.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.” He says.

Max’s face screws up, “Late? You’ve missed the whole movie.”

Steve places himself down on the floor, just next to where you’re sat on the couch and Dustin gives him a pat on the shoulder, to which Steve turns around and they do some sort of quick hand gesture with each other. The rest of the guys mumble a quick hello, but their attention is mainly on the film. Your eyes shift back to the screen, and you can feel Steve’s gaze on you, only for a second. He finds it odd how you haven’t really acknowledged him, or even said hi. Everyone settles back down to finish the film and when the film finally finishes, the black background casts the room into a sudden darkness, only illuminated by the white credits rolling on. It doesn’t take two minutes before Robin is questioning Steve on his absence.

“So, you gonna share with us what better things you had to do than be here?” She turns in the armchair to face him, her legs lazily draped over the side. “And don’t say work.” Her eyebrow goes up as she looks at him, “Because I’ll know you’re lying.”

Steve shakes his head and looks back at Robin, smirking slightly, “I’ve just been busy, guys.”

Dustin is quick to retort, “Wearing a pretty snazzy jacket there though Steve… what could require such a fashionable, and impressive, outfit choice?”

Your eyes bore into the television, everyone knows fine well he’s been on a date. Steve lets out a long sigh, puffs his cheeks and shrugs, trying not to laugh at the questions being thrown his way. You glance over at Robin who’s looking back at you with a kind-hearted expression, and you just roll your eyes ever so slightly.

“Come on man, who’s been the lucky person to spend tonight in your presence?” Dustin places his hands on the back of his shoulders and slightly shakes him from side to side.

Steve brushes his hands off and holds his palms up, “Alright, alright.” Your stomach drops, even though you knew, it’s going to be different hearing him say it. “It was Katie, we used to have Math together. She came into the store the other day to rent a movie and we got talking and… figured I’d ask her out.” Wow. Your cheeks flush with warmth and if you were alone now, you’d probably shed a little tear and start to feel sorry for yourself. But tears don’t threaten you right now, sheer anger does. Part of you feels that Steve knows your feelings towards him and just doesn’t mention them, but maybe he is just oblivious. “You okay, (y/n)? You’re pretty quiet.”

You lower your gaze to where he’s sat in front of you and feel yourself softening towards him, his eyes are so kind and he really hasn’t got a bad bone in his body, so you feel guilty almost for feeling so angry with him. “Totally.” You reply, “Glad you had a good time.” You offer a smile to him, however you felt you did not want everyone suspecting you were pissed off. That wasn’t the reply Steve was expecting, however. Like a thick blanket, an awkward silence sits atop of everyone, almost feeling like it’s smothering. It becomes uncomfortable and Max soon realises, “I think we should probably get going…” she looks around at everyone else, urging with wide eyes for someone to agree.

You take the hint, “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late.” Pushing the thin blanket from your legs, you stand up and stretch slightly, heading for the door with the others to put your shoes on.

“Thanks for having us!” Lucas calls back to Mike and Nancy who are still sat around the sofas with Robin, El and Steve. The group call out goodbyes and you all head out the door. The kids have their bikes, but you chose to walk tonight, you enjoy the walk as it’s a nice, scenic part of town. The others will find it odd that you didn’t stay, as you usually stay up late into the night with them once the kids have gone, but tonight you couldn’t find it in you to want to make pleasantries with Steve.

Steve sits with a bewildered look on his face after you leave, and he looks around at the others. “Am I missing something? What the hell was up with (y/n)?” Nancy and Robin share a glance and Steve catches onto it, sighing heavily. “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? Are you sworn to secrecy or some shit? You guys stuck in the sixth grade?”

“Hey, woah.” Robin starts, “Don’t be like that with us, Harrington.” The pair stare at each other a minute. Albeit they work together nearly all the time and spend time outside of work together, the pair very rarely have an argument. The tone in their voices has an edge to it which is very rare to appear in conversations. “Don’t you ever think for a second how you’re making her feel?”

“Making who feel?!”

“Don’t give us that shit, Steve.” Nancy quickly snaps back at him, getting up to start to tidy away the living room. Mike silently slipped away when he realised the conversation was starting to turn sour. Steve places his forehead in his palm and rubs back and forth, as if he’s getting a headache. “Did not expect my night to end like this.” He sighs.

Robin tuts “Oh boohoo.” She stands up, giving Nancy a hand collecting in random bits of popcorn from the carpet. She looks up at him, enjoying the fact her and Nancy are ripping into him a little. “Did you even have a good time with Katie?” She asks, already knowing the answer.

Steve plays the night over in his head. It had been a pleasant time, they’d gone to the movies, he drove her home, nothing significant happened but he just didn’t feel anything for her. He does, however, feel something for you, which he’s been repressing for so long. He just never knew how to approach the situation. “Not particularly.” He shakes his head, starting to feel annoyed at the situation.

Robin sits back down on the sofa, finishing off some rogue bits of popcorn left in the boxes, and she shakes them to release the hardened corn from the sides. “Think you should just go talk to her, to be honest.”

“She’s gone home! It’s too late now.”

Robin shakes her head and tosses a piece of popcorn up and into her mouth, “No, she’s walking dumbass. Go find her, be the Knight in shining armour you so desire to be.”

Something stirs in Steve, a protective urge flares within him, the thought of you walking alone doesn’t sit well with him. He stands and makes his way towards the door, quickly slipping into his trainers. He looks back at Nancy and Robin, both staring back at him with a slightly smug look on their faces.

The night is a lot colder than you anticipated and your jumper isn’t doing a particularly good job of keeping the cold from seeping in and settling a chill in your bones. You cross your arms across your chest as you become aware of your teeth starting to chatter, you just want to be home. You quicken your pace slightly to try and get home quicker, attempting to put tonight to the back of your mind, but you know that won’t happen. As you turn the corner, headlights illuminate the road in front of you and you can hear the sound of an engine rolling towards you, going too slow to pass you. Your eyes widen and you quicken your pace again, unaware of whose car it is and why they would be travelling so slowly behind you. Different thoughts start racing around your mind before you hear a quick acceleration and before you know it the car is beside you, but you keep your eyes fixed forward. “Hey, do you want a ride home?” Steve. Your pace relaxes now that you know it’s him, but you continue to walk, so he continues to roll steadily alongside you, his eyes darting from you to the road. “Come on, please don’t ignore me.”

“No, I don’t want a ride home.” You reply, an edge to your voice he hasn’t heard before.

The car continues beside you, and you look over to him leaning across so he can shout out the open passenger window to you. “(y/n), please get in so we can talk.”

Your brows furrow, oh so now he wants to talk. “I live around the corner; we won’t have much of a talk by the time you drop me home.”

“Then we can just sit on your drive for a bit.” You shake your head, steadily continuing with your walk. You hear an exasperated sigh float from the car, “I don’t wanna go home knowing we’re not on good terms. Please, come talk to me.” Finally, you stop. Steve silently thanks you and now just hopes you’re going to get in the car. You toy with the idea in your mind, he doesn’t want to go home knowing we’re not on good terms… oh fuck it. You reach over and open the passenger door, closing it with a bit more force than anticipated it makes Steve jump slightly.

“Sorry.” You mumble, knowing he’s precious about his car. “Let’s go then.” You gesture with your hand for him to start driving and he does, the car smoothly starting to roll away.

You ride in silence to your house, which only has the porch house illumined and the rest of your house sits in darkness. He knocks the engine off then turns to face you; your eyes had not moved from the road in front since you got in the car.

He clears his throat, trying to also clear the awkward tension in the car. “Please tell me what’s bothering you.”

Ask and you shall receive. “Why didn’t you just come straight out tonight and say that you’d been on a date?” Your heart starts hammering against your ribcage, “People had to coax it out of you, and you went along with it. You just didn’t need to beat around the bush with saying where you’d been, it was weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yes! Weird. What was the reason you didn’t wanna admit to being on a date? Even though, it was pretty fucking obvious.”

He pauses for a few seconds, “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

You scoff, “Oh, how considerate. Thank you.” Your hands are becoming more expressive with the more annoyed you get.

He places a hand on the steering wheel and furrows his brows, “Well, yeah, I was trying to be considerate. I didn’t want you to get upset.” You shake your head and twist your face, but then your stomach drops, the only reason he wouldn’t want you to get upset is that he knows how you feel. You soften into the seat a little and let out a big breath, your teeth find the soft flesh of the inside of your cheek again and you begin to chew on it, ever so slightly. “I don’t know why, I guess I was bored and-”

“Please don’t just make up excuses, Steve.” You turn to face him as you cut him off, his face looks tired and stressed, “This is not how I pictured this, at all, but I really like you.” Your voice sounds tired and you pause a second to take in his facial expression which has softened. “I have for such a long time and I’m pretty sure the guys all know, Robin definitely does, but that’s beside the point. We’ve been friends for so long and if that’s all you see us as then that’s fine but, I just get frustrated sometimes.” You pause for a second, letting it sit between the two of you, but Steve says nothing, almost just wanting you to continue talking. He's given you his full attention the whole time, holding onto every word you’ve said. “It seems to me sometimes; you feel the same. But then, you deny it and go on dates with other people. There’s a part of me that always holds a little hope that maybe, for some reason, you’re just holding out at accepting how you really feel.”

Bingo. How are you so good at this?

“Am I wrong, Steve?” You look back at him now, almost in anticipation. He can’t seem to muster up the right thing to say, so just slowly shakes his head. A silence falls over the pair of you and he just lets it stay for a few minutes before speaking again.

“How come you’ve waited all this time to say something?” He asks.

Your eyes search his, “Well, when you deny liking me and then date other people it doesn’t exactly encourage me to share my feelings. I’m just sick of feeling like one day you like me and the next you’re uninterested. I wish you’d just be honest with me.” You pause a second, a thought suddenly making its way into your consciousness. “Wait, how long have you known?”

He thinks for a second, giving it some real consideration. “Um, like three weeks maybe. Robin slipped it into conversation at work.”

“Oh.”

“And I’ve wanted to talk to you about it but then I guess I got a bit annoyed; I don’t know. I asked Katie out to sort of test it and see if how I felt was real. And it was.”

“Hold on, you needed to date someone else, to test yourself?” You sit back against the door holding your hands closed in your lap.

“You’re missing my point! I went on the date, and I didn’t like it, I didn’t enjoy myself. I was thinking of you the whole time, God dammit (y/n). How do you just expect me to know how you feel if you don’t even communicate with me?! I can’t read your mind. I hate that Robin had to tell me how you felt. I wanted to hear it from you.” His hands point in your direction, to accentuate his argument. He has a point, you’d never spoken about it with Steve, you’ve been close to, but then froze and decided against it. The air in the car suddenly feels uncomfortably warm and you crack the door open a little, Steve’s face turning alarmed when he thinks you’re opening it to leave. When he sees you’re staying, he settles. Awkwardly, you look down at your fingers and tug at a tiny piece of hangnail. You’d never really considered how Steve might have felt, and you felt awful for it. Steve’s hand reaches over and gently takes your fingers away from pulling at your skin, he holds your hand there for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry I never spoke to you about how I felt or anything, I just really didn’t know how to put it or whether I’d just get rejected then it would make everything awkward.” You shrug nonchalantly. It feels nice having his hand in yours and you give it a small squeeze.

“I felt like such a dick, coming in late to Mike’s then seeing you sitting there alone.” He shakes his head slightly, almost as if he’s in an argument with himself. “Well, you weren’t ‘alone’, but you know what I mean.” You scrunch your lips up and nod, letting him continue. “I don’t know why the hell I ever asked her.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it Steve, it’s done now it’s happened. I’m just sorry for not talking to you about it.” Your thumbs are gliding over each other, it seems cliché, but you almost can’t believe you finally have his hand in yours.

“Well, now that it’s all out there and we’ve established that… how about we go to that little place you like? The one with the tables outside and the good pizza. Tomorrow?”

Your face screws up and you place the palm of your hand on your forehead, “Shit… I have a date tomorrow. I can’t.” He can tell by your face you’re obviously joking, he raises his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes playfully.

“Oh really? Who’s the lucky guy?” His tongue pokes out slightly as it curls up into his upper lip, eyebrows still raised.

You brush him off with a swish of your hand, “You won’t know him.”

“I bet he’s awfully handsome.” He says, in his best attempt at a posh accent which makes you laugh with him.

You still have his hand in yours and you slowly peel your hand away from his, “It’s getting late I should head in.” You state.

He nods understandingly and rubs his hands over his jeans, “Sure.” He looks towards the porch where the light is still on, wondering if your mom has been watching this whole time, she tended to be nosy.

You follow his gaze and are quick to pick up on what he’s thinking, “They’re out.” You simply state.

He doesn’t really acknowledge this but instead poses a follow up to his previous question, “So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow? Around 6?”

Your head bounces in a wave of nods enthusiastically, a smile painting your face. “Absolutely, that’d be great.” For months now, you’d found yourself daydreaming of him, of this. If your mind was unoccupied for a few moments, you found it automatically filling with ideas of you and him, doing the most mundane of things but somehow the thought brought you such warmth and comfort. Often, you pictured the two of you sharing a kiss. The thoughts bounce around in your mind as you sit across from him now, trailing your eyes from his, down to his lips, then back to his eyes. Your heart accelerates at a steady pace, but enough so that you can feel it quickening. Your throat seems to tighten, and your mouth goes dry with anticipation. Steve looks back at you, he enjoys looking at you and taking in your features. He appreciates your beauty and finds you utterly charming, even when you’re going off on him. He notices your eyes move down to his lips, where he carefully takes his bottom one in between his teeth for a fraction of a second, but enough so that you noticed it.

As soon as Steve did this, it’s as if someone lets a cage of butterflies in your stomach free and they erupt into a turmoil of busy wings and flutters. Your heart continues to pound in your chest at the realisation of what’s building.

“C’mere.” He whispers the word and cups the side of your neck with his hand, resting his thumb gently on your cheek as he pulls you in towards him. The car feels so silent as you allow yourself to gravitate towards him, both closing your eyes as your lips finally meet. You’re pleasantly surprised at how well your lips move at ease with his. He kisses you slowly, drawing them out before kissing you again, tenderly parting your lips by placing his thumb just below your bottom lip, firming his hold on you. Heat rises within you and your hand lays gingerly on his leg, your other hand holding his arm. You really don’t want to, but you pull away to catch your breath. His hand remains on your cheek as you slow your breathing down, not wanting him to see you got overly excited. He pulls you close again to give you a small peck on the lips before removing his hand and sitting back in his seat. Your cheeks feel incredibly flushed, and you know they’re a deep crimson, letting Steve see exactly how you felt about your kiss.

“Was that…” he starts, starting to put his keys back in the ignition, “was that your first kiss?” he asks with interest, he’s hoping it was, that way to him it’s more special.

Just as the crimson was starting to dissipate, it reappears. You know Steve has had multiple kisses, so you feel silly that you have only ever had one, that has only just occurred now. Or maybe he asked because the kiss was so bad, and he could tell you’re a rookie? Oh god…

“Oh, shit was it that bad!?” You ask, covering your mouth with your fingers suddenly feeling awkward.

His eyes widen and he shakes his hands, “No no no, no definitely not. Are you kidding me (y/n), talk about a tease.” His voice lowers, with a subtle tone of seduction, “Best kiss I’ve ever had.”

You roll your eyes and push his leg with your hand, “Shut up, Harrington.” You turn and open the door fully now and step out into the darkness of the evening, thankful that he probably won’t be able to see your flushing cheeks. “Tomorrow at 6, don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” He turns the engine on now as you close his door, softly this time, and make your way down to your front door where you fish your keys from your bag. Quickly, you unlock your door and turn around to wave Steve off. Once he sees you in safely, he reverses off your drive and you close your door as you see his taillights trail off in the distance.

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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I was so happy to see that the mysmes fandom is still somewhat alive on tumblr, thank you *smooch*

Could I request Jumin with a popular Idol/Actress!MC? I feel like the dynamic would be interesting because most of the women Jumin's dad dated were celebs and all. I got this idea after watching Oshi no Ko, oddly enough-

Ohhh, that is certainly a very interesting dynamic to think about, anon! I decided to go with you being a popular idol. Considering the way his route canonically plays out, I can't really see you being able to hide your identity from him, so I'll go with the initial idea that he learns about your relative fame from pretty much early on in the game. To address the elephant in the room: yes, it would probably take him much longer to open up to you... not because of anything you do specifically, but simply because of his past experiences with figures of fame. It'd be one thing if you didn't know who he was, or he didn't know who you were. But, you are both in a position where you can easily exploit the other for whatever gain you deem useful in the long-run of your career. At least, that's how he views it. Jumin has... a very, very bad history with influential figures barging into his personal life. It made him learn to put up tall walls to protect himself. Jumin doesn't want to get exploited, and he doesn't want to be viewed as a prize to be won. So, be prepared for a very closed-off Jumin Han on your hands. That doesn't mean he'll be rude, though.

He's simply being very careful about what he types in the chatroom. After all, V has decided to make you their new party coordinator for a good reason, and he trusts his childhood friend's judgment with his full heart. There is no reason for quarrels in the RFA. He will treat with respect you deserve, but will keep his distance.

However, as you slowly get to know one another, he will start to open up, little by little. You never force him to talk about anything he's uncomfortable discussing. You pay attention to what he says and you're interested in actually getting to know him as a person, and not a public figure. You're there for him when he feels dejected and lonely after a miserable dinner with his father and his new exploitative girlfriend. And, ever so slowly, he starts to realize that... you're not like any of those vile people his father always tended to bring into his life. You see him, not his status. And that makes his chest feel tight with an emotion he can't quite put his finger on.

I can see the rest of his route playing out relatively similar to the canon one, with a few small differences. Firstly, Jumin would probably try and keep you away from his father for as long as he can. It's not anything against you, he just... Well, when your father somehow seduces more than a few of your seemingly trustworthy personnel, you'd start developing habits to prevent that from happening ever again. It leaves a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, and you should talk with him about this issue one-on-one. It's not about the lack of his trust in you, it's about the lack of his trust in his father, even if he initially denies it. Hold his hands and reassure him that everything is going to be alright. He needs to hear that from you.

Secondly, the whole 'arranged marriage' thing would probably resolve much faster than in the game. It's a very crappy excuse on his part, but Jumin's father will be much more lenient to let his son do whatever he wants once he learns that you're quite an influential figure. It's one thing to break up a couple when he has all the power to spin the story in his son's favor, and it's completely another when you have the power to fire back at them and cause serious damage to their company's reputation. Again, it's a rather twisted way of looking at things, but it is what it is. You'll have many issues to resolve with Jumin's father and his attitude towards you and his son.

Now, as for an already established relationship with Jumin in this scenario, I do have a couple of headcanons! He visits all of your concerts, but he doesn't really like to attract any unwanted attention to himself. He gets the best seat, of course, since he wants to see you shine in all your glory, but it's not anything too fancy. He's here for you, not the press. Your professional lives are independent from each other, and you two respect the work you put into your individual careers on a deeply personal level. It's actually rather sweet. Of course, the fact that you two are dating will affect your popularity in one way or another, but you will never use that to your advantage. You may be a popular idol, and Jumin may be the future head of the C&R corporation, but your love for each other is simple and quiet. Between closed doors, you two are just normal people loving and cherishing each other, nothing more and certainly nothing less.

What Jumin will do, though, is accompany you on your tours, whenever his schedule allows it. After all, you often do the same for his own business trips, so it's your guys' form of travel! His favorite thing is visiting you at your recording studio. Don't get him wrong, he adores seeing you dancing and interacting with your fans with grace and charm... But, nothing beats the opportunity to hear you sing. Your voice is something that can easily make him melt within just a few moments of hearing you hum a certain tune, even after years of knowing each other by this point. It always brings out the softest of smiles on his face as he quietly watches you sing, his heart fluttering to life just like the first time he saw you face-to-face in his penthouse.

Jumin truly thinks you're the most inspiring and amazing person in the whole world. For him, you are the brightest star that helped his tired eyes see the threads suffocating him in the cold but comfortable darkness he has lived his whole life in. You gave him the warmth and light he needed to set himself free and open his heart to the world, and he's forever grateful for you stumbling into his life like a wild hurricane.

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charlewiss · 2 years

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coffee shop / charles leclerc

I pictured this charles while writing it he seems so soft :(

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characters: barista! charles x student! reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: badly written lmao english is not my first language. also probably crappy ending?? idk hope you like it anyways (?? leave a comment!

summary: in which charles worked at his family's coffee shop and met a cute girl.

it was exam season, so it wasn't unusual to see the coffee shop where charles worked completely packed. the little place was strategically located next to the library, making it the perfect place for students who needed to study for their midterms. to him, it seemed like the entire campus was seated in the tables. trying to avoid feeling overwhelmed, he asked his brother arthur -who was a freshman- for help. he had finished his exams just in time to help charles with the family business.

unfortunately for you, the exam season had just started and it was almost impossible to concentrate in your bedroom due to your roommate being the most loud person on planet earth. thankfully, you had heard from a few classmates about this little coffee shop where, according to their words, the vibes were just great.

so you made your way to the small business that, just from the outside, seemed to be completely full. thankfully, a little table next to the window had just freed, and you made your way over there. dropping carefully your backpack full of heavy books and placing your laptop on the table, you approached the counter to make your order.

'arthur! I didn't know you worked here' you said happily. you had met the boy in a class you two shared last semester, and even though you rarely talked, every time you run into him you said hi to eachother.

'hey, y/n! how are you? long time no see' he said, with the leclerc's classic smile on his face. after a few minutes catching up, you ordered your drink and made your way to the table you had already set up, unaware of the eyes that followed you since the start of you interaction with the monegasque.

'who was that?' said charles to his brother in a whisper next to his ear, careful that no one that shouldn't listen hears, while finishing another order and delivering it with a smile. 'we used to go to the same class last semester. why?' the little leclerc was now confused. seeing his brother shy was a rare occurrence, but the motive being a girl was even more weird. so the next question almost made arthur faint with laughter. 'do you like her?'

after a minute of nonstop laughter that made charles go as red as a ferrari, his brother finally answered. 'no, I don't like her. though you seem a little too curious, maybe you like her?' and without saying a single word, charles left him hanging to continue attending the few clients that came in -and avoid answering the question-. arthur just continued to laugh, but now, with his suspicion confirmed.

you were the last to leave the little coffee shop, getting carried away with the work you had to do: finish two essays and study for a midterm. charles had almost gotten the courage to go and talk to you, with the excuse of telling you about the closing of the shop. but you managed to beat him to it, grabbing your things, throwing them carelessly inside your backpack and rushing on your way out. the monegasque dropped his head in his hands and whispered to himself 'i'm so stupid'

'yeah, you are, brother' said smugly his younger brother. 'you know, maybe I can give you her number. i must have it saved in my phone' arthur said, while jokingly elbowing his older brother. 'no, that would be too creepy. and what should I say if i sent her a message out of nowhere?' charles replied, now looking frustrated at the boy that was too busy searching for your contact on his phone. 'hey, how are you? you don't know me but I served you coffee today and I thought you were cute, so I asked my brother for your number' he said, while raising his tone a bit to imitate how the fake scenario would work out. 'really smart of you arthur. not weird at all' he breathed out and left the counter, searching for his things in the back of the family shop to go home. 'so you do like her!' the little leclerc shouted jokingly, and charles answered instantly 'you'll have to walk back home'.

the next day, you were one of the first to arrive at the little coffee shop. you were motivated to work there, not only because the vibe had helped you get more done that you could have achieved in your too-distracting room, but because of the cute barista that you saw working with your friend yesterday. you had hoped that maybe you could talk to him today, but he was nowhere to be seen. so, you arrived at the counter, and while arthur took you order, you tried to ask about who this mystery man was.

'arthur, who was the boy that was here with you yesterday?' you tried sounding casual, but seeing his wide grin made you realize that your intentions were too obvious. 'he's my older brother. he's in class now, but maybe you can catch him if you come at noon' he tried to wink horribly while giving you your order. you laughed, and thanked him for your drink. once you had returned to your table and wasn't looking at the monegasque, he took his phone out to send a message to his brother.

arthur said: guess who came back

arthur said: guess who asked for you

and charles replied almost instantly.

charles said: fuck off

charles said: i know you're lying

charles said: I guess you'll walk home again

arthur said: I'm not lying

and, without knowing how else to prove his innocence, he proceeded to take a discreet picture of you.

charles said: wtf dude that's so creepy

arthur said: maybe if you had believed me like any normal brother would do

charles said: shut up i'm in class.

and with that, the bickering stopped until, a few hours later, charles entered the building after finishing with his class. he left his things at the back, like he always did, and put on the uniform he had to have on while working. arthur soon came and greeted him with a side hug, while whispering 'so, what's your plan?'

'plan for what?' his older brother replied, confused. 'to get her number, asshole, since u don't want my help' the younger one said, with an accusatory look on his face. 'it's not that I don't want it, I don't need it. I can take care of my love life alone, arthur, thank you' charles said, already starting to get pissed off. 'whatever lets you sleep at night' the little monegasque said and rubbed away, before his brother could punch him.

but at the fourth day of seeing you at the shop charles began to doubt. what if he couldn't get your number? he had been too shy to even spare you a look a second longer than needed. and you, having finished your two essays and taking your midterm the next day, were running out of reasons to visit the coffee shop.

you figured you would talk to him the next morning, when you came to take your coffee in your way to class. after all, you would be already nervous because of your exam, so you couldn't get any more nervous than that, right?

'sorry, I need something more' you came back, still with your coffee in hand and the backpack hanging from your shoulder. 'whatever you need' charles answered fast. maybe too fast, he thought. would you think he was too desperate? he started to worry, and his cheeks started to redden in consequence. reading the tag that was attached to his uniform, you asked him: 'would you give me your number, charles?'

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doppel-doodles · 6 months

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What is Shui's opinion on a certain "Albino Witch" wandering in the mortal realm? xD (Aka: Yeva shdhsjjd-)

Also, do they have any hobbies? :0

Ayayayaya you are tickling my writers brain I see-

Let’s say in this scenario Shui and Yeva probably met via Redson dragging her along to his lessons with Arthur because uh yeah he is kinda his teacher-

And in that case congrats she is now part of the family and no rejecting this is not an option.

Of course a friend of redson is a friend of hers! But for Yeva specifically I can see Shui would probably mother hen after her a lot, I feel like her more quiet nature and lack of emotion remind her a lot of one of her own daughters.

And a bonus for if she would have known her in her younger years, while Shui was a lot less terrifying than she was in her celestial warrior years she was still not the most approachable person however when Yeva decided to become her problem she would probably become the unpaid babysitter because „I guess I won’t let you die from stupidity.“ meant affectionately of course XD

She definitely would have made Yeva babysit her little brats once they came into the world as revenge :>

Well as for hobbies they all have something going on :0

But this is already way to long so have a quick list-

Shui: One of her favorite pastimes is researching marine biology and the underwater world in general, as an aquatic type demon it is pretty easy for her to just dive into a body of water and explore to her hearts content after all. On these trips she also looks for shiny knickknacks for her ever growing collection but besides that she also works out.

Arthur: Honestly if you were to just ask him then he would probably just answer "work." And to be fair almost blowing the roof of your house is a fun pass time but what he also likes doing is cooking which he is quite good at. Does adopting everything that breaths in your general direction also count as a hobby?-

Adrien: He's pretty into books but Adrien doesn't just like reading he also likes to write them himself. (definitely wrote a lot of fanfic in his teen years)

Klara: Oh she definitely is the type of kid that would do millions of activities and hobbies all the time and would leave nothing untouched, does everything from sports to researching physics for fun-

Katie: She likes to draw and dabbles in fashion design, really wants to learn how to actually make clothes, also a pretty big theater kid.

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Jú: Dancing and singing were her main ones but she definitely doesn't do those a lot anymore, another one where the answer would just be "work." If asked. Volunteers at animal shelter's in her free time.

Băoshí: Also pretty big into working out but also likes to craft, everything from cute little bird houses to full on furniture if bro can make it himself then he won't buy it. He to has a collection of shiny things stashed somewhere and it's only growing. He does some gardening on the side.

Yúnlü: Her passion lies in music, she is on a mission to try and learn as many instruments as possible. Besides that I picture her to be really into video games, definitely gets way too competitive when playing Mario party.

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Ming: I guess the closest thing he had to a hobby after his death was etching a line into his gravestone to keep track of the days, though eventually he couldn't even do that.

Baí: Sleeping, he doesn't need it anymore but it's a nice break from reality. Other than that he isn't exactly allowed to do anything that isn't serving or training.

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Mengtao: Gardening is her main one, even if it is technically her duty she still enjoys it. Other than that she also likes to annoy Nezha and Lao tzu-

Amia: She likes to knit! Her webs make for surprisingly comfy sweaters. Amia is also into crappy romance novels as well as making candy and baked goods.

Wanna know who you can ask a question? Click here!

Of course Yeva belongs to @chuitu

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vinsmokewife · 7 months

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Who is this person- chapter 3

On a quest to find love on a dating website, Sanji falls head over heels for a woman with an interest in...alternative relationships that sends him down a rabbit hole of completing tasks for a seemingly sadistic mistress. But what happens when she turns out to be more than what she seems?

Darkfic with themes of internalised homophobia, bad bdsm practices and lying about your identity to strangers on the internet. Please read with caution. This is NOT how BSDM should be practiced. Always practice Sane, Safe and Consensual practicesboarders on being considered dead dove do not eat material

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authors note: sorry!! This took longer than I expected. I wanted to keep up with Kinktober over comic con so I was pretty much coming back from the hotel room after con, writing and then falling asleep infsfsf. Con was great btw. Any way, this is where things start to get explicit and will probably get worse and worse as the chapters go on. This fanfic (or what I have planned for it) will be boardering on Dead Dove content with the BDSM practices. Please only read if you are comfortable with that. Also, Zoro and Sanji are very questionable in this (especially Zoro) so that’s another thing. Anyway, please enjoy.

Chapter summary

Zeff unknowingly gives Sanji bad advice and Zoro meets a familiar face in the club

LOGGING IN: S POV

He had to take some time to think it over. By time, he meant well into the next day.

Sanji took seriously what Zoey had to say. Rushing into some sort of BDSM relationship was not the wisest thing in the entire world especially when you have not even met them. He didn’t know what he was thinking. Perhaps it was the first girl in a long time that’s seriously took his attempts at romance seriously. It just so happens that her idea of romance does not align with his idea of romance. He was all walks along the beach and holding hands and she was all leather and lace.

In the meantime, Sanji looked up what it meant to be in a BDSM relationship but it was hard to get an idea. There were so many different types of BDSM. So many different scenarios that he could be a part of with her.

She wanted to be in charge…so did that mean she wanted him as her submissive?

Men naturally lead. It’s in his blood to be chivalrous but lead relationships as that’s what men do but what he suspected she wanted from him went against all that. She wanted to lead and she wanted him to serve…so there was that to consider as well. Is that what he wanted too?

This was pretty distracting. Especially when he had to work today. No, Zeff didn’t give him a day off. Zeff did give him the evening off as to not take too much advantage but what good was that when Sanji acted like a zombie the entire day? Missing orders, making mistakes on orders and being too distracted with what was on his phone.

Zeff hadn’t noticed until one of the line chefs complained really loudly that Zeff better get his brat in order or they were going to lose customers. Now that was when Zeff began to notice all the issues and the fact that Sanji seemed like he was away somewhere else entirely. Where? He didn’t know but the old man was not having a crappy day because of Sanji. So, he gave another senior chef the charge for the moment before he stormed out of the kitchen. He told another waiter to take over from Sanji who was currently taking orders from a table.

“Sanji,” Zeff’s voice came over as Sanji was turning around. The waiter who was told to take over started taking the order from Sanji.

“Yeah? What? You’re not about to go back on your word about this evening, old man?” Normally Sanji and Zeff would have that kind of banter but by the look on Zeff’s face, he was not in the mood for that kind of banter.

“Enough of that. Get into the back office. We need to have a word,” There was absolutely no warmth in Zeff’s voice which was normal but there was even less which was really concerning for Sanji who watched him and went to the back office. Zeff came slightly behind, telling different waiters to do different jobs. It was obvious that Zeff was not in the mood for any of Sanji’s bull shit today. Well shit, tough crowd today.

Once there, Sanji turned to Zeff who closed the door. The office was small and kinda messy. The only time that either of them were in it was when they were cashing up. This was the office that all the back stuff got done but Zeff and Sanji both worked on the floor so they were rarely ever in this room.

“Okay. What the fuck is your problem today?” Zeff immediately went with that as he had all the grace of a reversing dump truck. Honestly, was this how it was going to go? Immediately, Sanji felt defensive. He didn’t think he was doing that bad today…right? Sure, he had made one or two mistakes, “You’re pissing the other waiters off and your pissing the chefs off. You don’t want to piss me off too, boy,”

“Nothing is wrong today!” Sanji had no problem getting in Zeff’s face either. He didn’t truly think that we was doing that bad but Zeff simply disagreed, “Sorry but if you hadn’t made me come in yesterday, I wouldn’t be as tired as I am,”

“Bullshit!” Zeff saw right through that almost expertly, “I’ve seen you work seven days straight with no breaks and work better than the horse shit that you are doing today. I have half a mind to send you home if you don’t tell me what is going on!”

Sanji felt his blood pressure raise. He didn’t want to be spoken to like that. For all the shit he dealt with in this place, all the times he bailed the old man out by covering shifts for him or staying late because he can’t be bothered cashing up his own restaurant.

“There’s nothing going on!” Sanji wasn’t about to explain his dilemma he was facing with Zeff. He barely knows how to work a phone better yet do online dating.

“Then you better get that suit off and go home then,” Zeff was fuming with Sanji. Although, Sanji could tell it was more annoyance that he wouldn’t tell him that something was wrong. He’d known Zeff since he was a child. Zeff is the closet person to him that he would call a dad. Sanji respected Zeff as a man and as a chef. The honest to god truth was that Zeff probably felt hurt that Sanji couldn’t confide in him, or that was at least Sanji’s guess anyway.

So, Sanji took a moment before replying.

“Fine.” Sanji finally gave into defeat, “I’m having…girl problems,”

There was a beat of a silence. Sanji swore that Zeff was probably going to hit him for being such an idiot about something so trivial especially when it came to girls. After all, Sanji was now in his 20s and still had very little luck with women.

But no hit came. Just Zeff letting out a hearty laugh that grated Sanji’s ears. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Ha! You’re getting all worked up over a girl. That’s what this is all about?”

Well, at least he wasn’t angry anymore.

“Oh haha. Laugh at me why don’t you. God, you get pissed because I don’t tell you then laugh at me when I do!” It was Sanji’s turn to be pissed off but Zeff defused it by giving Sanji a big old pat on the back.

“Oh no. I’m taking this completely seriously,” Nevermind that Zeff was still laughing at him. Completely ignore that fact entirely if you will, “What’s the problem? She ignoring you or something?”

In all of Sanji’s years, he’s never had a man to man talk about girls with Zeff. Not about a specific girl anyway. Zeff has always taught him to treat girls with respect but never has he went to Zeff about a specific girl. This was the first time ever and he found that super embarrassing as this was…well, Sanji was an adult now and shouldn’t have to tell his basically father about the girl he wanted to date.

Especially since this is about BDSM and he does not want to even know what Zeff’s thoughts on that are.

“Well…no, she’s not. She was but…” Sanji needs to word this in a way that is kinda close to the situation but doesn’t reveal all of the fucked-up situation that he was currently invested in right now.

“Well? Come on boy, spit it out. What is she doing that’s bothering you so much?”

“… I asked her if she wanted to be in a relationship with me and she told me to think about it…” Sanji sounded somewhat unsure.

“That’s just a test,” Zeff replied with a hearty laugh. He seems to be taking much amusement in Sanji’s suffering but maybe the old man was worth listening to, “I’ve dated many women. Trust me. They like to test men. They like to see what they will do when met with a little pushback. Men who aren’t all that interested will back off while the true fighters will fight to get what they wanted,”

And honestly, that made sense to Sanji. Maybe she just wanted to see if he would fight for her. Maybe that’s what this was about. Zeff…was making a lot of sense even if he didn’t know the story 100%.

“Huh. I didn’t think of it that w- Hey!” With that, Zeff gave Sanji a slap on the back, this is the closet that either or the men will get to have a proud dad moment with eachother.

“She’s just wanting the chase. You better give her that chase, you hear me,” Zeff said before giving him another firmer one, “Back to work with a clearer mind then,”

“Yeah, definitely,”

Sanji was met within himself a new determination about the whole situation. He went back to work but not before sending a quick message Zoey’s way.

S: I’m ready to talk when you are.

As a promise to Zeff, Sanji perked up as his shift went by a lot smoother. He seemed to have a clearer head.

He kept an eye on his phone but Zoey never appeared online. Which was probably a blessing in disguise considering that he ended up being pretty busy. It was around the late evening when he was finally finished his shift and surprisingly he did not get roped into closing up. He took Zeff’s advise to heart about Zoey so that when she replied, he would be ready.

And she did. Just as he was finishing his shift and stepping out of the place, she replied.

Z: Hello, Sanji.

Z: Let’s talk. Have you thought about what I said last night?

Sanji waited until he got home to his apartment to get back to her. He dumped his things by the door and headed straight for his bedroom where he sat down on his bed so he could concentrate on getting this right. He was going to take Zeff’s advice and apply it here.

S: I have.

S: I’m still interested in this. I know I’m not experienced but I’m willing to be taught.

S: I have an idea of what kind of relationship you want. It doesn’t scare me. I want to see what it is that you want inside.

Did that sound too cheesy? He wanted to make this work with her so badly. He knew it was maybe not ideal to jump into something so intense but he didn’t care. He wanted to see where things went with Zoey.

Z: Hmmm.

Z: Okay. I have an idea.

Z: What about a trial run? You commit to a week and we will see how we feel about it towards the end.

Z: It won’t be too intense. I will be your dominant till the end of the week and I’ll give you little tasks to complete.

Z: Nothing major.

Z: We can discuss the finer details. As this will primarily be online, I’ll need us to switch to another app.

Another app? Well, he supposed that made sense. Most people moved onto another app once they had established a connection anyway. That wasn’t weird or anything. However, he’s taking the rest of it in. Sanji doesn’t fully comprehend the gravity of what he’s agreeing to but he feels like if he gets to have a chance with her then he’ll agree to anything.

So, they moved to another app. A more private and secure app. He had to make an account, but it was relatively compared to setting up an account on a dating website. He observed a new profile picture this time. It seemed to be a selfie of the same woman from the dating app but with a little less…clothing. She appeared to be in her bra and was wearing a leather mask. She was…very attractive.

Anyway, she messaged first.

Z: So, let’s discuss the details.

Z: I’m going to create a set of rules in our relationship. Most of them are simple to follow. Most of them are there to make sure you are taking care of yourself.

Z: But there are rules.

Rules? He had read this somewhere that rules and rituals are a big part of these types of relationships. In his minimal research, he did see that there were some things that relationships tended to have rules.

S: Rules are fine with me.

Z: Good.

Z: I want to give you your first task. It’s very simple.

Z: But…I want to know your limits.

Z: I like to push limits but you will see that when we get there.

When you’ve never been in those kinds of relationships, it’s hard for you to know what your limits are. Sanji took a few moments to think that one out before he sent back.

S: That’s hard.

S: I don’t want to be hurt too bad.

S: Nothing involving piss or shit too. Or children or animals.

S: I’m open to trying most things even if I don��t know if I’ll like it

Z: Good. Then this should be a piece of cake for you then.

Z: I want you to film yourself masturbating for me. I need to see that you can follow a simple command.

Z: Here…have some pictures of me in return.

Did…did he read that correctly? He barely had time to think about that when she sent a few pictures. The same woman, the same bra and panties but as he scrolled through he pictures, the fewer clothes she had on. They had an amateur quality that was weirdly attractive to him as he took in the pictures. He wished he could be with her right now. She’s so unbelievably gorgeous.

S: Film myself?

S: And thanks ;) I like these a lot. You’re so pretty.

Z: Thank you.

Z: You have an hour by the way.

An hour? There were time limits on these things? He could do this. He had taken pictures of himself exposed before so why shouldn’t this be any different.

S: Okay. I’ll do it.

Here goes nothing.

LOGGING IN: Z POV

It was such a dead night at the club.

Being here was starting to become a regular thing. It was hard not to when the carnal desires get strong.

He was doing his usual having his beer at the bar and watching the conversation between himself and Sanji unfold. His face almost unreadable as he witnesses Sanji’s compliance into what he wants him to do. Was Sanji that…desperate for a girl in his life that he agrees to such a thing? It was bizarre and almost…bothered Zoro. The way that Sanji threw himself at women blindly…not knowing the true dangers.

It couldn’t possibly be the pang of jealousy.

He tried not to think about it like that because it wasn’t like that. It shouldn’t be about that but it wasn’t..right?

He had been waiting thirty minutes for Sanji’s response and honestly, it was making the swordsman feel conflicted. Was this…maybe a little too nasty? Was this probably the worst way he could have gone about this…? Maybe. However, there was no other way he would get this out of Sanji… Sanji hated him. Hated all men in fact (bar Luffy but Luffy was far too harmless for anyone to hate) so…

But wait, why did he want this out of Sanji anyway?

This was a terrible thing to be doing to someone but Zoro couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He sighed and finished the last of his beer. He wasn’t in the mood for this place tonight. Honestly, he was feeling a little apprehensive about seeing if Sanji delivered. He placed his glass on the bar and then turned to get up and then…

“Zoro?”

The voice of a familiar woman rang in his ear and then Zoro turned to see who it was coming from. The woman in question had a mask on with a very intricate design almost like a cat mask. At first, he didn’t know who she was despite her looking very familiar. Obviously, it wasn’t helped by the mask in question However, her long raven hair and her dress where indications of who she was…

“Robin?”

People sometimes wore masks to hide who they were. People who wanted some privacy and didn’t want people to know their face. Zoro didn’t care about that too much. If someone saw him her and was against it then they would be a hypocrite for being so offended. The woman nodded before sliding her next to Zoro and taking a seat at the bar which Zoro did the same because…well, he’s never met someone he knew here. While he never hung out with Robin as much, Robin was always the matriarch of their friendship group with Franky naturally being the patriarch.

“I thought you were dating Franky?”

For some reason, that was the only thing that came out of Zoro’s mouth, as if the two thing can’t coincide at once.

“I still do. He’s here actually. He’s setting up a bedroom for us upstairs. We’ve only started to recently come here. You?”

Was it embarrassing to admit that you are a regular in a BDSM club?

“I’m…a regular. But I don’t do much upstairs. Sometimes, but most of the time I drink here,”

Robin nodded curtly before ordering herself a glass of wine from the bar.

“Do the others know you come here?” She asked, curiously.

“No,” Zoro answered almost immediately, “This…isn’t something I share with most people,”

“Oh…” She asked, before looking at him seriously, “Does us being here bother you?”

That was a really weird question to ask. He didn’t know why it would.

“Not really. Bit weird finding out Franky is into BDSM but that’s about it,” Zoro said trying to add a little bit of humour to the situation. It didn’t bother him…but he didn’t want his whole friendship group knowing he came here most nights.

Robin laughed at his little comment, “I suppose I understand. I just wouldn’t want you to feel ashamed. We are all human and have urges…whether or not they are conventional or not,”

“I should say the same to you,” Zoro gestured to the mask but Robin shook her head.

“A different thing entirely. This is part of the play. Being anonymous in the crowd. I only spoke to you because…well, I couldn’t not when I saw you,” She clarified.

Zoro was about to talk again but he felt his phone ping. He looked at it only to see the heading.

Sanji sent a video. A 5 minute video.

Zoro’s head reeled with the possibility of what he was just sent. He didn’t even realise he was completely blanking Robin for a few seconds while she spoke but he politely excused himself.

“I’m sorry. I have a thing that’s just came up…” Zoro said, interrupting Robin mid conversation who just waved him off.

“That’s okay. I’ll see you around,”

Zoro couldn’t have gotten away quick enough but he didn’t have the patience to go to his apartment so he headed off to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall. Zoro waited a few minutes as the gravity of what he’s done starts to sink in. He’s potentially just convinced his rival to send him a video of himself jerking off for some imaginary lady using images of some model from some paid subscription website.

And he really doesn’t understand fully why he’s done this. He just knows it’s deeply fucked up.

He debates quietly to himself opening the message weighing out the pros and cons. He doesn’t even have any malicious intention with this. He just…craves a side of Sanji that isn’t hostile.

But…why this?

He doesn’t know what to do with this video. But, his thumb moves on its own and opens the message.

The thumbnail of the video makes the hairs on his arms stand up. Sanji had managed to position his phone in such a way that Zoro could see Sanji clearly. Face and all, chest and most importantly, his waist. Sanji was surprisingly toned but not bulked up like Zoro was. He looked really different. But as he could see…

Sanji actually did as he asked.

But should Zoro even watch it? He doesn’t know. How far will this go? Zoro doesn’t know what to do.

It wouldn’t hurt to watch…right.

Fuck it. Zoro’s thumb presses play. The curiosity of the situation got the absolute better of him and he couldn’t help himself when he watched and listened to what he received. Sanji’s voice was…different. A lot more soft and a lot more needy than how he normally was. Normally Sanji was really aggressive or really rude toned but this sounded…pleasant. Pleasant to his ears at least.

That was the first thing he picked up on and that he was getting hard from it.

Jesus fuck. Sanji of all people was making Zoro hard. A man he’s despised since meeting him has made him have the urge to jack off.

This was…something. But would it really hurt if he…sorted himself out while simultaneously watching this video? It wouldn’t hurt anyone besides, it would be a waste of a video, right?

Zoro reached and grabbed his cock out of his pants and stroked himself in slow motions as he listened and watched. It was delectable watching Sanji move his hand like this. He was absolutely beautiful like this and this right here was so utterly fucked up.

His mind raced to places he knew would never be a reality. He wondered how Sanji would feel wrapped around his cock. He wondered how his mouth would feel. Those perfect parted lips with cum drizzled on them or his ass seeping with cum. His mind raced with all the things he wanted in that moment which made Zoro fuck his hips into his hand as he watched Sanji get more frantic with his hand movement. That needy and whiny voice, breathless as he vocalises his pleasure, he wished he could have him underneath him.

Holy shit. He would rail Sanji hard if he could just to hear him call his name.

With a noisy moan, his head slipping back, Zoro got to watch the blonde cum over his waist and hands with more whining which sent Zoro over the edge of cumming into his hand with a grunt. He watched as the video came to and end and then…

The post nut reflection started to hit in as he panted. All the negative feelings that his brain was holding back started to seep into his body now that the tension had been released.

He catfished Sanji into sending him pornography. He masturbated to it and loved it. Most damning…he didn’t feel bad about it. Or he did…but not enough to admit to it.

In fact, he quickly sent a message in response.

Z: What a good boy you are.

Z: Thank you for following your first command.

Z: I am so lucky to have such a good boy.

Zoro sent those messages then sat there, feeling so many conflicted feelings towards what he’s doing and has done. The worse part is he doesn’t think he can stop now. He’s going to have to keep going.

“Fuck.”

#one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fanfic #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zosan #kinktober 2023

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moon-thething · 1 year

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Hey, so it's me, the one who requested Kevin last time. I suppose you can just call me the Kevin Anon, lmfao

But anyway, here's a scenario I thought of—Kevin and reader have a frenemy type relationship, since Kevin is usually annoyed by them due to their constant visits and antics(unless they just aren't the type of person to get up to stuff). Kevin and Reader do care about eachother deep down though, even if they get into verbal fights over stupid stuff a lot. But the thing is, over time, for whatever reason(since there are moments where Kevin sees Reader for who they actually are instead of finding them annoying), Kevin starts to develop a crush on them, and he doesnt know how to feel about it or process his feelings since he's quite literally crushing on his damn frenemy. So Kevin starts to act kind of like a Tsundere around them(/j). Okay maybe not a Tsundere, but he doesn't wanna be found out, so he tries to act like he "normally" does around them.

- Kevin Anon

Hello Kevin anon :D

Sorry that I had to reply so late to your request, I've just been busy

And also sorry if this request is kind of similar to the last one you sent, but anyways, let's begin

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff

Hope you enjoy :)

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You two had met at work

No other context needed. You two were just work buddies that had a quote on quote 'rivalry'

You two were pretty chill around the kids, but as soon s the store was completely empty you would make lighthearted comments/jokes, even if the store was still open, just no customers were coming in

Kevin would of course reply in the same manner. He would pull little pranks on you, but the pranks were really nothing too extreme

But when it comes to you two fighting, you two would fight in the store and as soon s you heard the bell ring you would switch to your nice attitudes like nothing happened

"Kevin!" Y/n yelled as they stomped their way towards Kevin

"What is it?" He asked

"Did you put bugs in my goddamn lunch?!" They yelled

"What?! No I didn't!" He yelled back, stopping what he was doing as he turned to you

"Yeah right, I can see right through you dip shit." Y/n said through gritted teeth, pointing a finger to Kevin's chest

"I wouldn't put real bugs in your lunch! I cone even pick up a little spider, how do you expect me to pick up multiple bugs and put them in your lunch?!" He yelled at them, flailing his arms around

"how sould I know! You probably picked them up in a plastic baggy and dumped them in my lunch!"

Yeah, you found out later on that it wasn't in fact Kevin's fault and that you left your lunchbox open. But we won't talk about that

Even if you two do get into fights a lot you do care about each other. For example, if Kevin had worked from morning till closing and started to practically look like a zombie, you would offer to tai his place. And if he refused you would get him out with force. But was because you cared about him

Same goes for Kevin. If you weren't eating properly Kevin would throw your crappy lunch away and buy you something else. He would still be careful to pick the things you like since you would've exploded on him for throwing away your lunch and getting him something you're either allergic to or you simply find disgusting

But even with your little fights you two were inseparable. You would stand up for each other, cheer for one another, go around anywhere and everywhere. And it's not like Kevin or you don't have any friends

No, in fact, you two have multiple friends. But the two of you couldn't bare a moment away from each other. It got so bad that people started to assume you two were a couple and your friends would make fun of you and sing that stupid kids song with your names

While this was anoying you two didn't care. You already bully each other enough to not care about people's opinions, and I mean that in the best way possible

But one day that all changed. When Kevin suddenly felt his heart skit a beat for the first time, and it happened when you decided you were going to bug Kevin at work on your day off

"Hey Kevin?" A voice was heard. Kevin rolled his eyes and didn't bother to look at them as he continued to wipe the counter

"Yes Y/n?" He asked, still not looking up at them as he mindlessly continued his task

"What do you think of my new shirt? It's a bit tight but I think it looks good." They said, posing

"Yeah, it looked great." Kevin said, not even looking up as he was now cleaning the cash register

"We c'mon Kev! You didn't even look!" Y/n yelled at him, Kevin rolled his eyes and looked at you. But his anoyed expression quickly fell when he saw them, his heart skipping a beat as his cheeks turned a light pink

It was nothing special, really. It was a plain black long sleeved turtleneck with no particular design, but he couldn't lie. It did capture all of their curves. He felt ashamed and perverted for even letting a single thought like that slip through his mind, but he shook his head and cleared his throat

"You- you look good." He stutters, his face turning a bright read as he started to clean the cash register faster

"Wow, stuttering are we." They teased, leaning against the counter

"Ju-just, go away! I need to focus and not have your anoying ass be here to bother me!"

Kevin really tried to push those thoughts away, but from that day every single time he saw you his heart skipped a beat and he would stutter. On rare occasions he would turn bright red and his knees would buckle

You, of course, didn't understand why he acted that way towards you and just assumed that it was some sort of surprise for you since he couldn't keep a secret for the life of him

While he was beating himself up for liking you, thinking you would never feel the same way. A fact that he didn't know was that you did actually share those feelings, but your feeling's blossomed waaaayyy back

Back when the two of you were new to your job and still full of happiness

"Hey Kevin?" Y/n yelled, fiddling with the cash register as they couldn't get it to open. The store was empty but Y/n wanted to mess with the cash register and get used to everything but they couldn't get for it to open

"What is it?" Kevin said, emerging from the supply's closet as he held a heavy box filled with candy

"I can't get the cash register to open." Y/n said, sticking their tongue out as they pressed multiple buttons

"Well- don't do that you'll brake it!" He complained, pulling your hands away from the register. Y/n rolled their eyes and crossed their arms as they moved way and leaned against the counter, their hands still crossed

"Well, mister smarty pants. If you know how to work the cash register then show me." Y/n with a cocky grin. Kevin, rolled his eyes and looked at the register for a second

"Sure. And I'll prove just how dumb you are by doing so." He said, copying Y/n's smirk as he stared intensely at the cash register and carefully fiddled with the buttons

Y/n stared at him with an anoyed expression. But their face softened the more they looked at him, how the sun from the windows his his face in just the right angles, how he seemed so focused on what he was doing even if he was just trying to open the damn register, how his tounge was slightly out and how his eyes squealed as he stared carefully at the register

It was silly, really, but that simple cockyness in his voice and how he was so determined to do a simple task, and how his raven hair and perfect face glistened in the sun, just made their heart skip a beat

"Damn.. I guess it's broken." He said, pulling away from the register as he smacked it. The register still remained closed, Y/n coughed into their hand and looked away

"I guess we're not getting payed." They joked, Kevin laughed at that and rolled his eyes playfully, making Y/n turn a bright red

"Well, I sould call someone to repair this." He groaned, pulling out his phone as he started to type in a number

"Yeah, I guess you sould..."

But of course Kevin didn't know that! He was too blind to notice

But their friends caught on to it and started to quote on quote 'ditch' you two when you made plans to hang out

You two were left to go on these dates while your friends spied on you. You two would always notice them but didn't point it out since you didn't want to spare them the humiliation when they did this with other people

But the more they 'ditched' you, the more you two would just arrange hangouts for the two of you, and the two of you only. No friends spying on you, just you two

First it was once a month, then once a week, then two times a week, then three, then almost every single waking hour

You would do much, just gossip like you did in highschool and eat McDonald's

But the more time you two spend together, the more Kevin felt like he had to confess. Every single time he saw you his stomach would do backflips and his heart would pound a 100 mph

And that day came where he confessed. And it couldn't have been more perfect

Y/n waked through the forest, Kevin had made them track his phone so that he could show them something

They walked, and walked, and walked. And they were starting to think this was another prank from Kevin. I mean, getting all dressed in your best clothing and having to walk through the woods, tats a new low for him

But they were proven wrong when they saw a nicely set up picnic. Their face lit up when they saw Kevin and their cheeks turned a light pink

Kevin smiled, his cheeks portraying the same shade as Y/n's as he motioned for them to sit down. They gladly followed, sitting down on the blanket as they quickly started talking

They talked and ate and watched as rabbits, birds and raccoons passed by. Luckily none of them decided to crash the *cough* hang out, as they continued to talk and joke around

"Hey Y/n. Can I tell you something?" Kevin questioned. Y/n looked at him, confused, as they nodded

"Sure." They said, fully expecting for Kevin to make a chezzy joke and throw a pie at their face or something, but was met with something more heartwarming

"Y/n.. I- I don't know how to put this into words." Kevin laughed awkwardly before clearing his throat and taking s deep breath

'You got this' he thought to himself, 'you totally got this'

"I like you Y/n. Like, like like you. I've been feeling this way for quite some time now and I've never had the guts to tell you. I love how your eyes lighten up when someone mentioned something you like, I love the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, I like the was the sun hits your face, I love the way you just- aren't afraid to defend the ones you love." Kevin paused for a moment, Y/n looking at hims with a shocked expression

"I love the way you don't let people get in your way, I love the way you seem to understand me, I love the way you dance to your favorite song, I love the way you boost up people's confidence, I love the way your smile seemes to brighten up everyone's mood, I love- I just love you!" He squeezed his eyes shut. Expecting for Y/n to turn him down and leave

But he was met by soft lips crashing onto his. His eyes widened for a split second but he quickly melted into the moment, resting one of his hands on their waist ad the other got tangled in their hair

The two pulled away and started lovingly into each others eyes. Just letting the moment sink in as the two smiled at each other like complete idiot's

After the confession Kevin wouldn't have been more happy. You two just seemed to click and understand each other, he couldn't think of another person to love

#spooky month #spooky month x reader #sm kevin #sm kevin x reader #sm kevin x reader romantic hc

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moonlit-orchid · 9 months

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Zexal month day 23- The Moon Reversed

@zexalmonth Time to answer more questions :D

What do i wish i could have seen MORE of?

If my AU posting hasn't made it clear yet, Astral World! Astral is the second protagonist! I've said it before and I'll say it again: he deserved a proper backstory! The other 3 of the 4 poster boys got real backstory episodes, why didn't the second protagonist who is why the whole story even began have even one? (no the birth scene barely counts it has a lot that needs explaining) Don Thousand also needs more backstory as does Eliphas, as I think a lot implies Don was once the Emperor of Astral World (his demon form has a silver version of the golden key attached to it it's HUGE) as well as him just having an identical colour scheme to Zexal, and as for Eliphas, just what does 'Will' mean? Is he literally their will personified, or is it just a title bestowed on him as he's meant to represent and follow the will and want of the people? Astral World had so much it needed to show us and I'm forever salty we never got some proper episodes exploring it.

Is there something I didn’t like in Zexal?

Mizar's random British accent. It will NEVER not annoy me because WHY IS HE BRITISH?!

That, and also they way they wrote Tori. I don't know if it's just a me thing, but the way it was written Skyshipping was way too obvious and too forced, especially as it was there from the start. I'd rather first they establish a clear friendship between characters and then slowly hinting at a crush instead of making it clear that Tori is Love Interest tm. They also I think showed her in duels too many times just screaming Yuma's name, which can be cute but it was severely overdone especially when no one else would react.

A scenario that could have drastically altered Zexal.

Astral talking to Yuma about how he felt about Ray. The jealousy was very clear early on, and it was enough to stain Astral's heart, which is how Vector manipulated him. If Astral had actually spoken to Yuma about his feelings, I think Yuma would have probably just told him what was happening. Yuma's canonically a terrible liar, and he's quick to crack, and at that point in Zexal II especially Astral was his only weakness. Yuma didn't want anything to hurt Astral, so I feel like if Astral had told him he felt upset and hurt because of Yuma's strange actions, Yuma would have crumbled pretty quick and told him exactly what was happening, and that would have definitely altered what came after as Vector would not have been able to manipulate Astral like he did.

Also Bronk sending Yuma's key flying. I don't know which one of y'all made that one meme with the dominos, Bronk and Yuma fighting leading to saving Astral World but you were so right: if the two hadn't disagreed, 96 would not have come out, and Astral wouldn't have been killed by him later, and Yuma then wouldn't have gone to Astral World and saved it. I think there's another meme someone made with the two books with 'Zexal' and then the little book being 'zexal if there were proper fathers' or something, or maybe i'm getting confused with another fandom which also has crappy fathers (the amount of crappy anime fathers is concerning), but either way if we had like ONE actually good father Zexal would have been SO DIFFERENT

And I saw someone once say this and I agree: if Anna had squeezed just a little harder we would have been saved from pretty much ALL of the pain in Zexal II

#zexal #zexal month #zexal month 2023 #angel writes

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This is going to sound very nonsensical so... I had a dream where somewhere where it takes place to a unnamed restaurant, your oc Valentin is there-for reasons. Just standing, until Sookie stormed in the entrance marching, half of the customers are plainly ignoring her.

Then all the sudden she pulls out a chancla out of her purse and swings it in baseball style and began angrily yeet it towards Valentin whose not even looking, so it knocked the ever living life out of his soul and he faint into the ground flat-face because the force was so strong that it made a loud thud, more than a angry mother pulling a slipper to their troublemaker children..

(And that's where I am questioning why Sookie yeets- Oh! wait! nvm, Valentin does deserve to get hunted down for sports.)

The bystanders are now applauding Sookie for throwing a wooden slipper towards Valentin, cheering like they got a home run from baseball. Estelle (Wick's niece) who followed her mother behind, only took a picture with her camera. Maire is there. Explaining the reporters calmly, the reporters crashed at the place after seeing the fiasco earlier, also Maire sipping wine as if nothing a disastrous event went down.

The reporters are currently planning a ridiculous headline about a 'A Lady with a heart full of gold, threw a chancla to an orange tabby lad in the middle of a restaurant.'

Meanwhile Lacy and Wick outside of the restaurant looking at the drama in full conflict and confusion mixed.

Lacy: *looks at Wick, raising an eyebrow* Sir, did you teach her that?

Wick: Well -Yes I did teach her that.. But I didn't teach her to throw a slipper.

Lesson learned, don't mess with Sookie's temper, well not only temper but her family as well (even being fully aware how crappy inside of her family history is.) Which is funny for me, cause she rarely gets angry, unless you did something like scratching the wallpaper that she worked very hard painting it for months, or broke one of her family portraits of her and her child, she'll forgive you if it's unintentional. But if opposite, then one gets their sleeves prepared confronting her unleash wrath. (She is way scarier than Lawrence, only when upset-But not as intimidating as him.. This sounds confusing.)

Sookie may be a nice woman to any, but that doesn't mean she lets anyone treat another individual like crap, or being unfair to them in general. So uh let's say the wooden sandal was enough to knock Valentin unconscious. (Maire is proud of Sookie, bravo.)

Ngl, I wonder how your Lackadaisy ocs will react to this if this kind of scenario (dream) happened? (I have no idea why my au Orchids jewelries appeared there out of blue..)

That's all for my rambling, have a good day/Night!

Best thing I've read all day. Valentin deserves it lol. Depending on when this happens, Charlotte would either find it entertaining or think Sookie is being too harsh. Silver and Irene would be all for it though lol.

#tw valentin

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Bank Bailouts Explained (Part 2)

After the bank bailouts of the 2008-9 financial crisis, Congress passed the Dodd-Frank Act, one of the most important pieces of legislation of the Obama administration. Among other things, the Dodd Frank Act established banking 'stress tests' that simulate the impact of various financial scenarios on a bank's liquidity (ability to return the money of depositors). Stress tests include simulations like rising interest rates, real estate crashes, etc. It took many years for banks to improve their balance sheets enough to pass the liquidity tests. These tests were designed to ensure that the banks which were 'too big to fail' would never again need a bailout (loan) from the government.

What happens when a bank fails? If a bank's investments/loans go bad and the bank no longer has enough liquidity, the FDIC steps in and takes control of the bank. In one way the FDIC is a like an insurance company into which all banks must pay premiums. When a bank fails, customers' deposits up to $250K each are insured (safe/guaranteed). If you have deposited more than $250K at a failed bank, you might lose some of your money. When the bank fails the FDIC also chooses another bank to take over the assets/customers of the failed bank. Finally, the investors/shareholders who owned the bank lose all/most of their money.

So what happened to Silicon Valley Bank (SVB)? A few years ago SVB invested a large portion of their deposits in long term US Treasury Bonds paying 3% interest. At the time, that seemed like a very safe and profitable investment. It wasn't like SVB went to Vegas and gambled the money or stole it. But early last year inflation started heating up and the Fed starting raising interest rates. Now US treasury bonds were paying 7% interest! And banks were paying higher interest for deposits. If you owned a bunch of bonds paying 3% interest and the current market rate was 7%, your bonds are now worth less (not worthless, just worth less). This part is a little complicated... assume you bought a $1,000 bond with a 12 year maturity that paid 3% interest. The next day the market changed and now people can buy the same $1,000 bond with a 12 year maturity but it pays 7% interest! No one will want to buy your crappy 3% bond so you will have to discount it. You will have to sell your $1,000 bond for $679 in order for the new owner to generate an equivalent 7% yield. If you're a bank and you don't necessarily plan to sell all your crappy 3% bonds tomorrow, you still have to mark down the value of your bonds on your balance sheet to $679 (their new market value). If you're SVB and these bonds make up a large portion of the investments you made with depositors' money the shit has hit the fan. In the case of SVB, bank depositors (large business customers) were aware of this situation and started withdrawing their money (remember, deposits over $250k aren't insured). The bank tried to generate new capital from investors but this failed, the bank run accelerated and the FDIC stepped in.

But Mike, what about those stress tests? Shouldn't those have prevented this situation? Yes, they would have but President Trump rolled back those pesky regulations on regional banks like SVB. As we've seen however, even regional banks can be very important as SVB was to many high-tech companies.

I could write more, but I'm hoping you have some questions/comments I can address.

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Ok Idea!! I Read The Pregnancy Headcanons & I Love it!! Ok! After Ian cheated on us Shaun was there for us for the Long Haul Only This time MC and Shaun still stayed in Contact while he was away (During This Time MC Starts to Develop Feelings for Shaun), Until Shaun Breaks the News that He's Coming back and MC let's him stay over as a Chance to tell him her feelings, the two share their feelings, Made Love, and MC gets Pregnant with Shaun!! And Maybe~ During the Pregnancy Shaun could maybe💍OwO

Aww, thanks! I’m glad you liked the headcanons!

Oooh, you want some Shaun x MC headcanons involving pregnancy and engagement? I’ll try my best to oblige.

Jack would certainly cause a lot of problems with MC getting together with Shaun, as I’m sure he’s going to do in the game. It might even get pretty bloody and horrifying in the end.

But for the sake of this post, let’s not drag things down the path of Jack deteriorating mentally and focus on a fluffy what if Shaun and MC got together to have a baby.

As I’ve mentioned before a couple times, if Jack never entered the picture, my version of the MC, Alice, would most likely wind up getting together with Shaun, so let’s explore that idea in a bit more detail here. I hope you don’t mind if I use Alice specifically for this what if scenario instead of a generic MC.

Shaun’s presence in Alice’s life has been invaluable. He was there for her when Ian cheated. He found her and rushed her to the hospital that night after she severely hurt herself while drunk after getting the news.

Shaun also was the one to help Alice see that forgiving Ian just because he apologized and trying to make the relationship work despite all the hurt she was suffering was toxic to her. He was there to support her when she finally broke up with Ian for good, and held her as she cried all night. They had plenty of couch sleepovers when her bed was too big and empty after the breakup, and she needed someone to cuddle and reassure her that she was “enough.”

Shaun is an invaluable friend, but Alice closed her heart off after Ian hurt her so badly. She stopped believing anyone could find her attractive. Any signals from Shaun were dismissed and overlooked as her “deluding herself” and she would be terrified of ruining yet another close friendship with a romantic relationship that could fall apart when Shaun finds someone else better than her.

Alice couldn’t bear it if the thought of Shaun became as poisoned as thoughts of Ian.

When Shaun left for his school to pursue directing, he felt awful leaving Alice alone. He made sure to text her every day, even just a little message, and he would call or contact her on her socials whenever he had the time. He wanted to make sure she was okay, and she appreciated that he cared to stay in contact even though he moved away.

Finally, Shaun moved back and needed a place to crash until he got his own place. Alice’s crappy apartment only has one bedroom, but she has an air mattress! That’ll be fine, and they can even have a sleepover on it while they watch movies all night to celebrate him getting back home.

Alice worried it would be awkward after Shaun was gone too long, but the big goth butterball was just so sweet, it was like he never left. Moon Pie was a sweet bonus, and Alice just adores his little fur baby.

Still, Alice wasn’t thinking romantic thoughts. Though she was doing better relatively with enough time and distance from Ian, the idea of entering another relationship was painful.

It didn’t help that Ian kept trying to get back together with her. Shaun wasn’t happy to hear about that, especially when he caught Alice listening to one of those painfully nostalgic and sickeningly sweet voicemail apologies.

They had a long talk about it that evening. Shaun won’t tell Alice what’s best for her, but listening to those voicemails... that can’t be good for her. How many times did she listen to them? She isn’t planning on calling Ian is she?

Alice confessed that Ian called her while she was at work. She was careless, and it...

Just like in the game with Jack, Alice refuses to use Shaun like a bandage not to feel the awful things she feels. Even still, Shaun tries to be there for her despite that wall she’s put between them. Blocking Ian would be best for both of them to move on. It’s why she moved to this place she could afford on her own, and it’s why she asked their mutual friends not to tell Ian where she moved or to tell him about her.

Alice is treating Ian as if he was blocked already. Maybe it’s best if she actually blocked him. She said it herself, right? She’s trying to move on. This will help her move on.

After much reluctance and discussion, Alice finally agrees. She’s known that she needs to block Ian all along, but hasn’t had the strength to do it. Even now, she hesitates from confirming the block.

It’s only when Shaun offers to do it for her and, hell, he’ll even text to let Ian know that if Ian has something to say about this to talk to him instead. Alice still cares about Ian and doesn’t want to hurt him by blocking him, but this is hurting her so much. If Ian needs to vent out his feelings so bad, then he can do it to Shaun or one of his friends off in that prestigious school of his.

In the end, Alice finally blocks Ian, and Shaun gets her mind off the whole affair with another movie marathon. He found some golden obscure horror cheese that is just begging to be mocked. Also, he got some kitty treats that’ll help cheer her up.

Alice blinks. “But I’m not a cat.”

Shaun grins. “They’re for you to feed Moon Pie while we watch the show. No one can stay in a bad mood with a little baby happily purring in their lap.”

It does help more than Alice expected. She winds up nodding off while watching movies while leaning into Shaun with Moon Pie curled up in her lap.

It’s a lovely scene and Shaun can’t help but feel his unrequited feelings flare up at the sight of the two most important ladies in his life cuddled up with him all cozy and safe. It’s like they’re really a family...

Shaun understands though that he can’t push Alice. He can’t force his feelings on her, no matter how much he cares for her. She needs time to heal, a lot of it. There’s no magic spell or supernatural ability to help her feel better and that she is lovable just the way she is. She trusted someone she loved before, someone she thought was incapable of betraying her. She has no way of knowing if someone else’s feelings for her will change so easily.

What makes it rougher is Ian forcing his way back into her life. Alice doesn’t want to deal with him, but he doesn’t want to let her go. Shaun does his best to help her remain strong, but he can’t stop her from seeing Ian when her resolve weakens.

Still, it gets a little easier for Alice to push Ian away when she has the support of a good friend like Shaun. She and Shaun hang out as often as work allows. Shaun helps out with that by getting her parts on his passion projects. Sure, it’s not going to pay much, but helping him make horror movies is a lot of fun.

Years pass and eventually Alice is able to heal when her contact with Ian is finally severed for good and he understands that there’s no future for the two of them. Her friendship with Shaun remains strong in all that time, and over time little moments happen that make her heartbeat quicken, urge her to look away with flushed cheeks as she feels things she hadn’t felt since...

It takes quite a while before Alice gets the courage to accept these feelings that slowly developed for Shaun and to feel ready to try again. She still is skittish about being rejected or being cheated on. It’s possible Shaun won’t be interested in her either that way and pushing for it might cause damage to their relationship. She can’t risk it.

Things change when a friend of Shaun’s asks him why he hasn’t dated in forever. He chuckles awkwardly and gives an evasive answer, hinting that there is someone he has feelings for, but he doesn’t feel right making a move on them after they’ve been hurt.

Alice overhears it and has to ask Shaun about it. She is afraid, terrified, but the things he said about that person were too close to her. She’s not stupid. He’s cared about her all this time, been there for her for so long. She kept telling herself that she was reading too much into signals he wasn’t sending, but... but now... what if she was lying to herself because she was scared?

The truth comes out. Shaun admits his feelings, how he had a crush on her since their college days and the more time they spent together, the deeper for her he fell. He would never force her to do anything. It’s okay if nothing happens between them. He loves her and wants what’s best for her.

Alice starts to cry and at first Shaun panics until she says she’s so relieved. It’s not just her who feels this way. She kept telling herself she wasn’t good enough for him, that he’d find someone better, but if he really, really-

Shaun cuts Alice off, telling her that she was always good enough, more than enough. Ian was an idiot who only realized what he had after he fucked around and found out.

If Alice wants this, then there’s nothing that would make Shaun happier than for the two of them to become a couple.

They take the relationship slowly. Sex isn’t immediate, but happens eventually. Alice slowly comes to realize that she is worthy of being loved and that Shaun isn’t going to hurt her like Ian did.

The pregnancy happens unexpectedly, just one of those little accidents. Fortunately, they’re at the point of their relationship that they discussed taking things to the next level. When Alice told Shaun about it, he swept her up into his arms, laughing as he spun her around and shouted for joy that he was going to be a daddy.

When Moon Pie meowed, Shaun chuckled and hastily amended that he was going to be a daddy of a second child.

“Hear that, Moon Pie? You’re getting a little sibling to play with!”

They talk about what this means for them and their future, and Shaun proposes a bit spontaneously. The ring isn’t expensive, but it’s one that means a lot to him - an old gothic skull ring with a hidden compartment meant to contain poison. It’s a family heirloom. He promises sheepishly to get her a better one, but Alice loves it. Still, he eventually gets a jeweler to put a couple stones into the sockets of the skull to make it a bit more of a proper engagement ring.

Ian, naturally, is crushed by the news when he found out. Even though he did move on, a part of him did hope that someday he and Alice would reconcile, but it’s been years since things ended for good between them. He can only sigh and think of what if, then move on with his life.

Nick already long since moved on after the cute girl working at the yogurt store rejected him. He probably forgot all about that little crush by this point, so he has no idea about what she’s gotten up to in the present.

Jack is unaware of the pair getting together, who they are, or what might have been. He remains trapped in the tape, forgotten and unable to rest, with no one the wiser to his tragic fate.

Although it took them a while to get to this point, Shaun helped Alice heal from her hurt and betrayal. She still shows signs of insecurity at times, but the fact that he waited for her for so long helps her to believe that he won’t stray like Ian did. Soon, they welcome their little baby to the world after a small, but lovely gothic wedding. Eventually there will be other little babies dressed in black cat onesies adorned with skulls as they live spookily ever after as one big happy family.

I hope you enjoy a peek into this what might have been if Alice never played Jack’s tape.

Don’t worry about Shaun not getting this romance route ending in Sunshine in Hell though. I still intend for things to end well for him. He might get a friendship ending with Alice in my story, but he also gets a friendship ending with Jack too. I’m sure this cat daddy will have love bloom for him with someone new since he’s such a sweet and lovable guy.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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*•.¸♡ ℒ𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒸𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ♡¸.•* (Raihan x !Reader, part 2)

A/N: The part two to the popular Raihan x reader story from the lost wattpad archive that I wrote when I was 14 back in 2020! Enjoy :D

Reader is written as gender neutral and custom to you :)

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“It’s incredible!” The commentator’s voice boomed over the crowd’s cheers. “Goodra managed to fight through the paralysis, landing a critical hit in the process!”

“Lapras, you can do it! Just one last ice-” The young challenger was cut off by the thud of his partner hitting the ground.

The commentator’s voice sounded through the speakers once again, “That’s another incredible win for the Hammerlocke gym leader, Raihan!” The crowds were going even wilder.

The camera zoomed in on Raihan shaking hands with the trainer. Before cutting to the commentator, “That’s it for tonight folks, in just a week the champions cup will take place. So don’t forget to tune in on Friday for the challengers’ last chance to win the dragon badge!”

“That was amazing!” You exclaimed when Raihan came backstage. You’d been sitting there ---together with Lucario--- watching on the small flat screen. “I was on the edge of my seat the entire time.”

Raihan plopped down on a chair close by. taking a big sip from his water bottle ---He was wearing the same jacket that you’d gotten to lend that stormy night. He’d told you to keep it, but you were way to insistent on giving it back---. “That last kid was really strong, smart too-” He said, “-Getting his Weezing to use defog after knocking out both Gigalith and Sandacondra. I actually don’t see too many people doing that.” Raihan looked at you, his voice somehow even friendlier than before, “I tried to not make too much of a mess out there.”

“Thanks, wish the crowd would do the same.” Rolling your eyes combined with a self-deprecating snicker.

Raihan chuckled, “I could ask them to maybe be a bit more considerate on Friday.” Kinda getting lost in your (E/C) eyes for a second. He got a bit sad, the sweet and caring (gender) he’d gotten to know these past two weeks had such a crappy job.

“That’d be pretty nice,” you replied to his comment.

A knock, followed by the sound of Raihan’s manager’s voice was heard coming from the door. Telling him to hurry up!

“Just a second!” He shouted in response. Standing up, he started to make his way towards the door. Your gaze trailing him. Stopping he turned towards you and asked, “You have the day off tomorrow, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, how so?”

Raihan leaned back against the door, “I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go and grab a coffee or something?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Great!” It looked as if a huge weight had been lifted off of his chest. “Cya tomorrow then,” He said before exiting the back door.

You soon did the same. But instead of exiting backstage to get interviewed. You entered the arena to start your shift.

Raihan was leaning by the corner of the battle café. Fidgeting with his rotom phone, looking up regularly to scan the crowds.

His mind was all over the place. Playing out every scenario possible. Why was he this nervous? You were just supposed to meet up and grab a coffee ---as friends--- after all.

Taking a deep breath. He straightened up and scanned the packs of people roaming the streets. Hoping to get a glimpse of you.

“Excuse me. Sorry. Pardon. Can I just…” All things you said while awkwardly zig-zagging your way through Hammerlocke’s crowded sidewalks. Squeezing past locals and tourists alike, ---Lucario following right behind--- you got a tell of the time by glancing at one of the passerby’s phones. 1:36 pm.

“Shit,” You said underneath your breath. Picking up your pace a bit. You were supposed to meet Raihan outside the battle café at 1:30.

Having watched the replays from yesterday’s interviews. You kinda lost track of time; having you run a bit late.

Even with his hood up and sunglasses to cover his face. You could easily see that it was Raihan standing at the edge of the building. He really stuck out like a sore thumb ---even with his plain clothing--- due to his extreme hight. It kinda baffled you that no one seemed to notice the tamer of dragons standing there.

“I’m so sorry, I kinda lost track of time,” you admitted ---being a bit out of breath from running--- when you came up to him.

“Oh, no worries!” He said, “Wanna head inside?” Slightly gesturing towards the door.

You nodded. Raihan following close by as you started to pace towards the opening.

If it had had legs, Raihan’s heart could have outspeed Deoxys at this point. He was forever thankful for the hood and glasses hiding his reddened face as you stood in line waiting for your turn to order.

Get yourself together, Raihan! He thought. Stop being this nervous, nothing bad’s gonna happen. You’re just out with a friend. It’s nothing different from when you’re out with Leon and Sonia. Just-

He got snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice. “Raihan, what did you wanna order?”

“Oh, erm. I’ll take a number three,” he quickly responded.

“What flavor, vanilla, or caramel?” The barista asked.

“Vanilla.”

The barista looked down at the little piece of paper, “So, one number eight; Eiscue-tea, and a number three; Snomspésso ---vanilla flavored?”

“Correct,” You said confirming the order.

Raihan was just about to tick up his credit card when you handed over some pokédollars to the barista.

“I’ll call you up when the orders’ ready.”

“$5 right?” Raihan asked reaching for his wallet.

You put down your mug on the table and said, “Oh don’t worry. It’s on me.”

You were able to see the surprise on his face, ---you were seated in the corner, so he’d taken off the hood and glasses---. He was just about to open his mouth to protest.

But you cut him off before he had the chance to start, “I insist,” you said. Taking a sip of your tea.

“Fine,” he said taking a grip of his coffee mug.

Time really does fly while you’re having fun. Sitting there chatting about everything under the sun with Raihan. Even though you’d only really known each other for a couple of weeks, you were chatting like you’d known each other forever; sharing embarrassing, funny, sad, and scary stories from your childhoods.

Raihan told you about his gym challenge; how it was being the sworn rival to the undefeated champion. How he’d met Duraludon.

It was nice listening to his stories, or more precisely. It was nice listening to him. You could probably sit there for another couple of hours just listening to his voice.

But sadly that wasn’t a possibility. Reminding you that there was a world outside the one created by Raihan’s enchanting voice, was the barista informing you that they were closing soon.

“I could walk you home,” Raihan offered as you made your way out of the building.

“That’d be nice,” you responded, You didn’t really live in the nicest part of town. The higher crime rate also meant cheaper rent, ---you’d move out as soon as you got a higher paying job---. So having the Hammerlocke gym leader walk you home, it made you feel a lot safer.

“Shit, I forgot my glasses at the cafe,” Raihan said. You’d only walked about a block, “Will you wait here?” He asked, “I’ll hurry.”

“Yeah, no worries,” you said with a smiling nod.

“Thanks, I’ll hurry!” He reassured once again. Setting off back to the cafe.

Raihan exited the cafe once more, this time with his sunglasses. Getting closer to the place where he left you.

He was already running before the scream even registered as human.

Rounding the corner, the silhouette of a Grimmsnarl appeared in front of him. Sounds of drunken laughter mixed with your whimpering cries for help. Were all drowned out by the sound of his booming voice, “Let go of them.”

The anger and fear pulsing through his body only grew greater; seeing you on the ground shielding your fainted partner, made him see red. He didn’t need to see the trainer, the Grimmsnarl was all he needed to know who the attacker was, William. Probably to get his revenge --- you did get him fired after all.

“Let go of them!” Raihan demanded once more --Duraludon standing tall next to him.

The man --- who was at least a foot shorter --- almost falling over as he turned around. His speech slurred, “Mind your own god dammed business, buddy,” making eye contact you could easily tell that there was more than just alcohol pulling the strings of his actions.

“Run along before I call the cops,” Raihan said, trying his best to regain his calmness.

William scanned Raihan and Duraludon. His face turning slightly pale. Somewhere in his drunken mind, he knew that he was in trouble. Big trouble. Looking like he was about to say something, William swallowed his words. Eyes shifting down to the ground.

He brought up a pokéball, calling back the Grimmsnarl. William muttered something incomprehensible, shoving his hands in his pockets. Spitting on the ground right in front of Raihan.

Raihan trailed William’s stumbling steps down the block with his gaze. When he was out of sight, Raihan turned back towards you. “We need to get him to a pokécenter, now,” he said looking at Lucario.

Glancing over at the broken pokéball in your hand. Raihan picked up Lucario --- carrying him on his back --- and you swiftly started to make your way towards the pokécenter.

“What happend?” Raihan asked. --- You were sitting, waiting. Lucario had been rushed into the backroom for emergency treatment ---. He took a hold of your hands. Looking up you could see the worry flooding his eyes. “(Y/N), what happend out there?” He asked once again, his voice soft.

All of the fear that you’d been bottling up from tonight’s crazy events just became too much. While trying to speak, everything that came out was a strangled whine. Unable to articulate your thoughts, you just burst into a sob.

Raihan moved his chair a bit closer. The grip of your hands got a bit tighter. “I’m here, don’t worry everything will be fine.” He said.

“He came out of nowhere…” The words only a faint whisper between the tears, “I-I…”

Raihan pulled you closer --- letting you rest your head against his chest. you cried into his shirt. Raihan gave you a big comforting embrace.

“I tried my best-” You managed to choke up, “-but he --- he’s just too strong.”

“Don’t worry,” Raihan said softly, “As long as I’m here, he won’t be able to harm you.” His firm grip around you --- feeling his warmth. It was like that stormy night on the bus, “I promise.”

He let go. Feeling the cold seep in once again made you wanna reach for his arms. He grabbed Lucario’s broken pokéball off of the table. “We’ll get this fixed tomorrow.”

His warm smile said more than a thousand words. If the circumstances had been different you’d wished for this moment to never end.

You leaned back into his arms. Resting his jaw on the top of your head, he whisperd once more, “I promise.”

#pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #pokemon sword and sheild #pokemon raihan #pokemon sword and sheild raihan #raihan x reader #raihan x Y/N

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