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norrisleclercf1 · 2 months

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Charlos request !!! Basically anything to do with Carlos not renewing with Ferrari

Maybe when the news came out or few moments of it coming up. I imagine Carlos being down about it before but then just being a little shit like the video with Charles where he’ll bring it up and make reader and Charles sad while just giggling himself

A/N: Okay I know you wanted fluff and you're going to get it, but first angst because Charles knowing this was happening before Carlos, *chef's kisses*

The plate slips out of your hands, when the sound of the door slamming vibrates everything in the household. Immediately, Charles is rushing out of his Sims room and looking at you with wide eyes. "Baby, what happened," You go to open your mouth but thundering feet pulls both your attention away from the glass around you.

"Is it true?" Carlos voice travels, you couldn't see him, but from the way that Charles's eyes grew you could only imagine what Carlos looked like now. Coming into view you want to step back, the anger was palpable, thick, and even made your throat tighten. You step back, but wince feeling the small shard of glass digging into the sole of your foot.

"Carlos,-" "Is it, fucking true?" Carlos gets right into Charles's face who doesn't back down, but you see the way his eyes are swimming with regret and heartbreak. "SPEAK! Goddammit you're Ferrari's golden boy, the chosen one, the Il Predestinato." Carlos roars, and your frozen.

You've seen the boys angry, but this was beyond anger, this was the form of wrath you've never seen. "Let's not do this now, Y/n dropped a plate and has glas-" "I don't give a fuck, answer me, goddamit, if you love me, even just a little bit, you'd tell me right now," Carlos's voice breaks off, his chest shaking, and throat bobbing like he's fighting to breath. "Carlos," Charles reaches out, Carlos stumbling back like he's been shot and closes his eyes.

Fists tighten, Charles braces himself, he honestly deserves it. "You knew and didn't tell me. You knew, and here I thought winning Singapore, the only non-Red Bull driver to win, would be enough. Why wasn't it enough?" Carlos chokes out, eyes shining with tears. "Why wasn't I good enough?" Charles doesn't answer, he doesn't know what to say.

"What's happening?" You ask, the boys eyes turn to you seeing your shocked and slightly scared expression. "Lewis is taking my seat next year, Charles knew. Since Canada." Your mouth slowly falls open as you stare at Charles with utter heartbreak. "Charles, what?" He drops his head in shame and looks away.

"I wanted to say something, but I couldn't." "Bullshit, you told Pierre." Charles physically flinches, giving away that he did in fact tell his best friend but not his partner. "You should've told me, and now I might not have a seat. The team now has to put out some bullshit excuse like I knew or something. You know what, 'm packing a packing a bag." Carlos scuffs and you move forward not caring about the glass.

Carlos is halfway up the stairs as you step and trip over yourself. "Carlos, no, ow, please don't." You cry. "Y/n," Charles moves and wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up and on a counter. "How could you Charles, does Ferrari really mean that much to you that you hide this from Carlos, from us?" Charles says nothing as Carlos jogs down the stairs.

"I'll be at Lando's for a while," You try to move but Charles stops you as the door slams closed.

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Carlos and Charles were strained at best, you tried to get Carlos to come home, but he needed time to think things through and if Charles even really cared about Carlos. Sitting in the van on the way to the Bahrain track, you watch as the camera is turned on and they start filming the teammates.

You noticed Carlos was holding a little chili, with not a clue where he got it from he notices the camera blinking and chuckles. "Hey, I got something for you," Charles sighs and looks straight into the camera, "Tell me Carlos," Carlos chuckles and hands out the chili pepper. "I want to give this to you," Charles still looks dead into the camera, a tired expression on his face from the lack of sleep.

"From my fan, to me, for you." Carlos gets this slight smirk, and you watch the two hoping this was a symbolics an olive branch. "So you remember me for the rest of your life." Charles smiles gently and holds the chili pepper to his face. His eyes cut to you a small smile on his face. "A chiliiiiii." "For our post-teammate era." You hear Carlos start to laugh as Charles spins the chili around.

It took him a second to register what Carlos says and turns hurt in his eyes and looks ready to cry and even you move uncomfortably in your chair. "Come on, we're only starting the season." The two of them laugh but you can tell the hurt in both their laughs, "Getting emotional already?" Carlos teases, and you sigh knowing Carlos was teasing him.

What you hated was you couldn't tell if it was for the camera or because he was slowly forgiving Charles.

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kana-de · 6 months

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ik this is a very very basic troupe but

harbinger scara x harbinger reader and they spar and whoever wins gets to do whatever they want to the loser !!

★ summary: harbinger!scaramouche x harbinger!fem!reader. you owe him a wish after losing at a spar. what has he got for you?...

☆ cw: nsfw. cowgirl (riding). use of 'whore', 'pretty thing', 'fuck'. reader is the 3rd harbinger (yes i love this au sm). scara turns his superior into a mess (yes again). lmk if i missed anything. 1616 words.

☾ a/n: yes this is a continuation of the fics about scara x superior harbinger reader bc im a sucker for this au. first fic here. also inspired by this azeru asmr(⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

"i can't let this get serious. can't lose either..." you think, before launching another powerful - but not really - hit with your infused weapon to scaramouche's side.

yes, you're missing on purpose - but not to concede, just to not kill him by accident. "the top-ranked harbingers, up to no. 3, possess powers which can rival the gods." you remind yourself in your own head that you're 3rd, and he's just 6th. if you won't hold back, something very, very bad might happen. so you hold back, fighting not at full strength, throwing infused hits here and there, but mostly just dodging scaramouche's attacks.

the rule is simple: the first one who falls to the ground with either their front or back loses, and the loser owns the winner a wish.

it's not like you want to come off a loser and owe him that shitty wish - you don't want to lose, but you don't want to kill him or seriously injure him too. so, it's either you're fighting carefully, controlling your powers, or either he-

"ah!" you yelp, thoughts interrupting when the handle of his katana hits your back, sending you stumbling over your feet and falling on the white, snow covered ground with your front, your weapon falling off somewhere to the side. it's not long until you feel scaramouche's boot pressing onto your back to keep you pinned to the ground. "what a bastard." a thought crosses your mind, before you lift your head off of the snow just enough to breathe.

"well, well, well... if it isn't the third who owes me a wish now." he taunts, making you huff in frustration.

"i was holding back!" you protest, but he quickly interrupts your further complaints with applying now much more pressure with his foot on your back. you barely hold back an audible gasp, a grunt leaving your lips as you try to keep quiet. scaramouche smirks.

"what a petty excuse." he mocks, his boot leaving your back and letting you properly sit up, grumbling about how "not petty" it really is. "you just wanted me to win, didn't you?" he laughs right after, dissolving his own katana in the air as he stares down at you.

if it weren't for the ranks, anybody could've thought that he's just sparring with another lowly fatui soldier.

"so... a wish." scaramouche taunts, walking slowly around you, snow making a slight sound each time he makes a step. "care to know what my wish is?" he smirks.

"i always knew that you were a bastard." you mumble before shaking your head while standing up. when finished with shaking the snow off your clothes, you cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him. "so?"

he grins. devilishly. it looks so devilish that you shiver involuntarily, but blame it all on the harsh cold instead.

"let's say... it's a challenge." he laughs yet again, then sighing softly as he finishes, and looks up at you - eyes full of amusement and anticipation.

"we're heading to my chambers, and who cums first - loses. this is my wish, dear [name]."

scaramouche's hands are in a bruising grip on each of your hips, pushing you up and down on his cock as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head. "t-that's it, fuck... ride me like the heated whore you are." he mumbles, helping you with the pace.

you fail to make a normal response, the only sounds coming from your mouth being small whimpers and moans which you fail to muffle by biting on your lower lip. scaramouche watches as your breasts sway up and down under your almost translucent shirt - how considerate of you to wear this exact one for a meeting with him.

one of his hands, not even trying to fight the temptation, goes up right underneath your shirt, squeezing one of your breasts a few times and rubbing your nipple. you whine and let out another quiet moan, this time a bit longer than the previous one. he smirks, but it's not long before you squeeze the walls of your cunt around him in revenge for his little doings. your eyes open to look down at him as you do so, and you watch as he grits his teeth and his breathing hitches.

"f-fuck- don't do that..." scaramouche mutters quietly, exhaling shakily. you grin at him, grinding your hips up and down on his length, and then your walls clench around him once again, to make him cum first. he breathes out once more, his eyes looking up at you, completely dazed as he looks at your bouncing upper body. your legs and hips are probably sore from moving so much, but he doesn't care - not when you looked so fucked out, with your hair messy, lips swollen while biting your lip again, and even slightly teary eyes.

he knew you did your best to make him cum first - to see him finally lose.

you knew he did his best to make you cum first - to see you finally break down under his influence, letting him have his way with you.

"look at that pretty expression." scaramouche chuckles as his hand slides back to your hip. to prevent you from stopping, he sets the pace of your movements himself - or, at least, fixes it to be a bit more quick. "the mighty third harbinger trying her best not to lose again... what a pathetic sight."

"s-shit... slow down, please, scara..." you mutter, head tilted towards the ceiling as you feel him pushing your hips down on his cock in a fast pace, trying to make you lose control first.

"oh, what, are you about to cum, pretty thing?" he taunts mockingly and immediately feels you clenching around him as he calls you that. "what was that, pretty thing? you like that?" he raises an eyebrow up at you expectantly, chin prodded up as he keeps pushing your cunt down on his length.

"n-no!.." you quickly reply, trying so bad to prove him wrong, yet your voice is too weak and high-pitched due to - you can't keep denying it - how good you feel and how close you are. not too close, but close nevertheless. "i-i won't- a-ah!.."

your head throws back in pleasure as the tip of his cock proceeds to kiss your cervix, and scaramouche nearly moans himself. there's no denying that he feels just as good as you do - but he will definitely not lose. he'll do everything in his power to make you cum first.

even if it means to resort to cheating methods.

one of scaramouche's hands slides from your hip to your clit, his thumb starting to rub it in slow, circle motions, as he watches you stutter, writhe and whimper, your unsteady and shaky hand coming to grab his wrist in a futile attempt to stop him. his cock still sliding in and out of your hole, hitting all the right spots makes it even better worse.

"s-scara, nghh... 's unfair, wait, d-don't- ah!.. you- cheater..." you squeak at him, but, already now chasing your building up orgasm, can't do anything to stop him and yourself. your up-and-down moves become grinding partially, and then his hand pushes your hips down, making it thrusts again.

scaramouche won't lie - he too wants to cum, he needs to cum, but before he does he needs to see how you'll break.

and he himself won't last long.

"t-that's it, fuck- come on, cum, pretty thing, i know you want to cum..." he murmurs, hearing you whine out loud at the petname again, walls clenching around his girth once more. he notices your bouncing has become slow, showing that you don't want to lose despite how bad you want to finish, and the hand that rests on your hip starts to set up the pace itself for you, and you're barely able (read as: not able at all) to hold back a long, weak mewl that slowly becomes a moan and a shaky breath, as he continues to rub your sensitive clit.

"s-shitshitshitshit- scara, scara, scara, i'm c'mming, i- g'nna- ah-"

you cum with a trembling, long lasting whimper, head throwing back as you subconsciously continue to move your hips slightly up and down and forward to ride out the aftermath. your lips part and you pant, chest moving when you do.

scaramouche looks completely mesmerized by your fucked out expression - you even have little drops of tears in the corners of your pretty eyes. he finishes right after you with a shaky exhale, spilling ropes of his warm cum inside you, watching as it drips out of your hole while he's still inside you, creating a white ring around his cock. he pushes your hips completely down onto him to stop your movements and to not let any more of his seed spill out of you.

"[n-name]..." he breathes out, eyelids closing as he tries to calm his unsteady whiffs down. he then chuckles, eyes opening and looking at you. "you lost though. again."

"s-shut up..." you whisper, muttering a few more curses about what a bastard he is.

scaramouche laughs once more. "care to repeat that, pretty thing?" he coos, and then hear you mewl, your cunt clenching around him again.

"no. just shut up already." you mumble, falling on top of him, not caring about that you lost, or that you both need to clean up after this little... competition of yours.

"alright then..." he snickers, letting out a deep breath and putting his hands on your back as if soothingly, rubbing your skin through your shirt in circles. "didn't know you could become such a mess.."

"shut up!"

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angelshimaa · 7 months

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━━ 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: gn!reader, a liiiittle angsty, reader cries a little

✧ a/n :: this was requested by @katsukismrs, thank you sm for sending it in !! a major thanks to @ouch-thats-harsh for proofreadin, i love you sm !!

request rules.

it was time to be honest.

you'd sat him down for that exact purpose, and now that the time had arrived, you wanted nothing more than to make up an excuse and move on as if there was nothing to say.

yet, when you inhale deeply, you understand just how much he deserves to hear this.

"i— uhm, i don't know how exactly to do this, but i owe you honesty."

katsuki sits in front of you, and if he was nervous too, he didn't show it much.

each word feels heavy as it leaves your throat and your eyes can't bear the shame of holding eye contact— of watching how he takes the news. yet, you continue.

"...my family has ties— close ties— with the league of villains, katsuki."

despite the effort it took to force them out, the words come out unstable. vermilion eyes widen and bakugou's lips tighten, and you watch the range of emotions hit him all at once through those eyes you adore so much, before something you can't quite identify settles within him.

"trust me when i say that i have no connection with them— and i don't know anything about the league and their activities at all. i swear, katsuki, i—"

"how long have you known?"

it's rough, yet the cold of his words surprises you so much it feels painful. you had been prepared for yelling— for blisteringly hot screaming— but you didn't know what to do with coolness.

you hesitate, eyes flickering between his stoic face and the floor.

"god damnit— how long have you known?!" you try not to appear startled listening to him raise his voice— like you're a child listening to their parent when they've done something wrong.

his voice subsides to something small, something wounded.

"did you know before i was— did you know before i was taken by those bastards?"

katsuki tries to force eye contact, wanting to search for the answer himself, but he can't find anything other than guilt. his hands ball into tight fists as the weight of your words becomes apparent to him.

"i... i did, but i swear i didn't know of their plot at all— i would've said something if i knew they were even planning anything against ua—"

i did.

as he watches you fall over your words, trying to prove your innocence, katsuki notices just how tainted you start to appear to him.

he hates how impure his anger is, mixing with another side of him trying to rationalise what you've shared. you've made his anger weak, weak to the point of him noticing just how horribly sorry you look in that moment.

he's not sure if you're lying through your teeth— and while the possibility flashes in his mind like an alarm, he can't bring himself to hate you completely for lying.

nobody warned him about this part of being in love.

you bleed out apologies as you watch katsuki stand up, feeling the stability you held shatter when he makes for the door.

he needed clarity— he needed calm to think this over, and he wasn't going to find it in your presence.

"you'd better tell aizawa or nezu about this, or i will."

"katsuki, wait—" you don't tell him how the two already know; there's no space for that information.

all you do is watch the love of your life slam the door behind him without a second glance back at you, and with tears in your eyes you understand just how betrayed he feels.

the idea is overwhelming; the thought of someone so close to him having close-knit relations with the same group of people who'd threatened the safety of so many.

the same group of people who'd threatened his safety.

you've never hated your family as much as you do now, and there is no blaming anyone but them— and yourself for not being open about this with him from the beginning.

the truth leaves you standing alone in your room, hiding your face in your hands as your heart whispers a prayer— please don't let this be the end of it all.

the fresh wedge between you two is so painfully obvious, and you're just not sure if you'd be able to fix it.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

#— signed ⋆·ʚ⁺#bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo angst #mha bakugo #bnha bakugo #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou imagine #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #mha x reader #mha x you #mha angst #bnha x reader #hopefully the tags work 🤞🏾

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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Blade's Edge

Pairing: Blade x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, enemies to enemies who flirt, kissing, grinding, aphrodisiacs, very suggestive, arrested!Blade

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: This was commissioned! Short and kind of sweet but also hella suggestive cause its Blade.

The sound of rustling handcuffs drew you to his cell. He sat in darkness, unbothered by you glaring at him. The only light was his eyes shining at you. "Captain. To what do I owe this immense pleasure?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, nodding at the other guards to leave. You knew he wouldn't tell you anything with them around, maybe even alone. Blade was a stubborn man and if he allowed himself to get captured by your squad then he must want something. Often something involving you.

Blade smirked at you as you stepped into his cell, as you approached him and tilted his chin with your fingers. "You look smug for someone in handcuffs." You kept your eyes on him, you knew he might try to get out but not before he got whatever it is he's after this time. His goals are all that mattered to him.

"Yes, well, it's not like I hate wearing him. I could go for better accommodations if I'm gonna give you some much needed information. I know you and yours have been running yourselves in circles lately. It was actually quite fun to see at first. Now it's just sad." He mocked you with that cocky smirk of his. With every word you got more and more angry. The worst thing was that Blade had a point.

"And what do you want in return? Surely you're not here out of the goodness of your heart."

"What heart?" Blade chuckled, his voice dripping with a tone that was both sadistic and seductive. Dangerous. "I could do it for... hm what's a good price. Perhaps a small kiss?"

Your hand twitched with the urge to slap him for even suggesting such a thing.

"You can pretend all you wish. I have seen how you look at me when we fight. You were probably looking for an excuse to put me in handcuffs. Have me tied up and at your mercy. From where I'm sitting you could fuck-" You grabbed a handful of his shockingly soft hair and kissed him. If one kiss would give you what you needed then it wasn't a big price to pay.

So why did you sit in his lap. Why did you open your mouth when he licked into it, why did... why did he taste so good. Your eyes widened when you recognized the sweet taste of an aphrodisiac. Fuck.

"Bastard. How are you not effected?" Your head was already getting dizzy, your hips moving in his lap, looking for friction and release.

"Call it natural immunity. I can't exactly have you follow me when I get out of here now can I? I'm only a messenger but that doesn't mean I won't have with you, Captain." Blade pushed upwards, your moans muffled by his lips, his taste and scent making you push forward, to pull at his uniform. You didn't realize he was shifting with his hands you only registered the hard feeling of the chair against your back and his hips pushing your legs apart, "If anyone were to see this what would they think? Their Captain spreading her legs for me? And I haven't even taken your clothes off yet."

At this rate he wouldn't have to take your clothes off.

Blade mumbled something in your ear. Perhaps the information he promised? Or did he call you names? Maybe something about Kafka? You didn't know. Your name was swimming in a sea of pleasure, your legs locking tight around him before relaxing.

"Thank you very much for your time Captain. I look forward to our next meeting." His lips ghosted against yours one last time before your vision turned black, the last thing you saw being his back, and the next thing being the worried and confused faces of your team.

"That motherfucker." You could practically hear him laughing in your ear. Shit. You were still sensitive if even that managed to make you clench your legs.

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wannaeatramyeon · 5 months

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Jake Kim x Reader: Mother in Law

Requested. G/N. Meeting Minseon for the first time.

"You want to bring someone over for dinner?" Curiosity colours Minseon’s question.

Jake imagines his mom on the other end of the phone. Hand stilling, cigarette halfway to her lips. One eyebrow quirked at the unusual request.

She asks for the name of the guest and Jake tells her.

"And is this Y/N a particular someone?"

"They're... someone to me," Jake doesn't hide his grin, "I'm serious about them and I want to introduce them to you."

About time, Minseon thinks. Rumours of her son's dating life has reached her ears months ago

"Very well. See you Saturday."

Minseon's eyes flicker down to your's and Jake's joined hands and back up again, giving you both a polite, cordial smile.

Suddenly, you feel like the contact is inappropriate. Too intimate. Jake must agree, because between the two of you, you don't know whose palm is sweatier.

You untangle your fingers, and bow. Ninety degrees, parallel to the ground. Showing Minseon the respect her station and status deserves.

Returning upright, you take the bouquet from Jake and hold it out to his mom. Jake had said it was unnecessary, but how could he expect you to meet her for the first time empty handed?

You clear your throat, "Thank you for having me over. It's lovely to meet you, Mom!" and immediately wish you never said anything at all.

Mom?!

You take one look at her shocked expression and feel your cheeks bloom. Jake tries to mask his chuckle as a cough and receives a sharp elbow in the side.

"Ow!"

Minseon blinks in surprise at your familiarity. Hmm, she knew her son can be lively, so it's only fitting that he found someone similar.

"Mom is fine," she says, "Thank you. These flowers are beautiful." She smiles, and you're taken aback by how much Jake resembles her.

You sit through a reasonably comfortable dinner.

Minseon now knows all about your family history.

Where your parents grew up, what they do, what you want to do, your grade point average. How you do fine with Math but struggle with grammar and tenses. The dog you had as a child, the fish you had as a young teen, the scar on your hand from your grandparent's cat.

Something about her, despite first impressions, welcomes you. Makes it feel like you're never talking too much, taking up too much time.

Then when you apologise for rambling, she tells you not to be ridiculous.

But the conversation shifts.

Minseon asks if you know about the Kim family history, what Gapryong Kim does, did. What Jake Kim actually does. You say yes but she gives you a rather grizzly and brutal history lesson anyway.

When she excuses herself, you release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Mom is..." Jake scratches the back of his head, face contrite and apologetic. "Just making sure you know what you're getting yourself into. Sorry. That was intense."

"Is she always like this?"

"Sort of." Jake picks up his chopsticks and picks at the leftover beef ribs. Munching thoughtfully, he adds, "I thought she might be better with company. I've never actually brought anyone over before."

"Your dad had some... undesirable traits in a partner." Years old wounds flare up after dinner. Over coffee and delicate pieces of cut fruit. Bitterness and anger flashes across Minseon's face before she regains her composure and takes a careful sip.

"If Jake ever gives you any trouble, you let me know."

"Mom..."

Jake rolls his eyes; is about to say that he is nothing like his dad, at least not in that regard.

But then he sees her place her hand over yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. The same protective, maternal look in her eyes that he is so familiar with, and he can't bring himself to say anything to ruin this sweet moment.

Just give him time, and he'll show his mom, and you, how different from his dad he is.

Jake rests his hand on your knee. Big and warm. Holding hopeful futures and kept promises.

#back on requests! maybe just briefly...#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #jake kim x reader #jake kim #lookism fic #lookism fanfic #wannaeatramyeon

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rainstops · 2 months

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my favorite alcohol problem

scaramouche x gn!reader fluff

summary: scaramouche started drinking to stop thinking about you, and suddenly ended up in your bed. someone help him

a/n: this is so unrealistic,, i think. either way ive been trying to fight the urge to write this but did end up giving in. also, I am just dropping this here to go right back to being on hiatus cuz this has been living in my drafts..

warnings: mentioning of alcohol consumption

wc: 1.5k

it was late. by far past 1 am. you were out with your friends to celebrate a birthday, and for whatever reason they were now going to go drinking at the bar next door. you excused yourself and told them that you couldn't stay any longer, but you’d still accompany them into the bar and then leave.

as soon as you stepped foot into the bar, you saw a familiar someone laying with their head on the counter. your friends chose a place to sit, and while you said goodbye to them, you were already walking over to the familiar someone.

it was scaramouche, who you knew from your college classes. from all the times the both of you had worked together, you knew that he wasn't the nicest person to be around.

“what are you doing here at this time”, you asked scaramouche, and you couldn't tell if he was asleep or just too drunk to respond.

you put a hand on his shoulder and tried shaking him, to which he somewhat tried to sit up.

“why the hell are you drinking?”, you tried asking again.

yet scaramouche in his drunken state leaned against you, and mumbled something which you at first couldn't make out.

“this… this is all your fault!”, he slurred.

“mine?! i wasn't even here”, you argued, but at the lack of a response, you decided that it was time to act. you couldn't just leave him here. like this he probably didn't even remember his way home or his address.

“come on, let's get you out of here”, you slipped an arm under his arm and tried supporting him since he didn't seem like walking was something he could do on his own.

suddenly the bartender stopped you.

“excuse me, but he didn't pay yet”, the woman behind the counter looked like she felt somewhat sorry for you.

you groaned and reluctantly pulled out your card.

“here but it on this card”, the woman nodded and went to close his tab and pay.

“you owe me big time scara”, you said to the guy you were almost carrying by the way he was slumping against you.

“thank you, have a good night!”, the woman handed you your card back and you nodded with a very forced smile.

as soon as you stepped foot outside the bar, you realized that you had no idea where scara even lived. you knew none of his friends who you could call, and have never been at his place. whenever you needed to work on a project together, you just met in the college library with him.

screw it you thought.

you sat scaramouche, who still hasn't said a word ever since he blamed you for his drinking, in the passenger seat of your car, and decided to just drive to your apartment. if he was going to complain to you about waking up at your place, you were sure as hell never going to help him with anything ever again.

at your apartment, you started contemplating who slept where. you sure as hell didn't want to sleep on the couch, and since you already helped scaramouche out of the stupid situation he was in, why would you let him sleep on your bed?

but the people-pleaser side of yours, in the end won and you did let him sleep on your bed.

“here drink this”, you said while almost forcing a glass of water into the drunken man's hand.

scaramouche drank the glass faster than you ever could, and held it out for you to put it on the bedside table like you were taking care of a child.

you were about to walk out of the room when you heard a low whine.

“what?”, you turned around.

and there he sat, arms crossed across his chest and an angry pout on his face. with his head turned away from you, he mumbled something which you once again couldn't make out.

“repeat that?”

“don’t… go”, scaramouches voice was barely above a whisper, and you wondered how much alcohol did he actually have?

despite almost having to laugh at scaramouches weird request, you decided not to laugh at him because who knew how much he was going to remember from this night?

“Scaramouche, I'm tired I just want to go to sleep”, and when you turned around to leave, you almost jumped at the feeling of a hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you back.

“sleep here…”, scaramouche repeated and stared down at the floor. despite him not looking at you, you could tell that his face was flushed. yet wether that was because of the alcohol, or because he was asking you to sleep in the same bed as him.

you were about to argue with him, when scaramouche simply pulled you into bed with a yelp from you.

the moment you were lying next to him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and fell asleep. not even pulling the blanket up or whatever. trying to get up was no use since he was going to wrap himself tighter around you whenever you tried.

he was so going to flip out when he woke up…

scaramouche happened to be the first one to wake up, and the first thing he noticed was the pounding headache. he barely remembered anything from the previous night. that was when he noticed you snuggled up against him.

the first thing scaramouche decided to do was scream. well, almost. he slapped a hand over his mouth. next followed question after question running through his mind.

next he wanted to wake you, but wait- wouldn't that just be even more embarrassing? besides you looked so peaceful there next to him… wait what.

then he remembered.

the only reason he went drinking last night was to finally get you off his mind. for the past few weeks he could do nothing but think off you, even if he didn't want to. everything he saw reminded him of you. so he thought drinking could solve his problem.

scaramouche even remembered parts of your conversation, the way you asked him why he was drinking, and he blamed it on you. drinking was just a last resort, since scaramouche had tried everything to finally forget you and nothing had worked. every thought and every action led back to you, and scaramouche was sick of it. it made his heart beat so hard, it was practically begging to jump out of his chest.

scaramouche sat up, his heart pounding faster than the headache in his head. what was he supposed to do now?

he could leave and never speak to you off this again - assuming that you wont mention it to him - and live his life like nothing ever happened, but… is that what he wanted to do? this might be one of his only chances to be this close to you.

that was when you moved and turned around to lean against scaramouches arm which was supporting his sitting form. it was pathetic to admit, but such a simple act led to scaramouches face heat up.

he was sure whatever he did next was because he was still tired. or because of the alcohol from last night. he was never going to admit the real reason for this not even to himself.

yet he still lifted up his hand and reluctantly and slowly stroke your hair. first those strokes were barely even headpats, but it slowly turned into full playing with your hair and caressing your face.

to scaramouches dismay, you were never a very heavy sleeper, so his actions woke you up rather quickly.

scaramouche did not even notice how your eyes slowly opened and turned to look at him. he was way to busy admiring how beautifully your hair twirled around his finger.

yet when he looked back at your face, he saw you with your eyes now open and your softly smiling face. it took him a second to process what had just happened, but he just blinked and suddenly scrambled away from you.

his face was now redder than anything you have seen before and his mouth was wide open in shock.

you on the other hand tried sitting up while laughing so hard that it was surely going to give you a stomach ache if you kept laughing.

“s-stop laughing! you- i-”, scaramouche had no way of communicating with how flustered he currently was.

after just a little while, you had calmed down though, and where only giggling a little. by then scaramouche was ready to ask you tons and tons of questions. well he wished that was the case, but instead of forming full questions in his head, there were only a bunch of question marks scattered across all the events from the previous night.

“I- what were you even thinking making me sleep here?!”, was the only thing he could blurt out.

“me? this isnt my fault!”, you replied still wearing a wide grin on your face.

“what are you-”, scaramouche was so ready to blame everything on you, until he remembered the way he pulled you into bed with him and then hugged you so tight you could barely leave.

“oh”, was all scaramouche could say as he lowered his head, completely at a loss for words.

part 2?

#rainstops #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin scaramouche #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scara #scaramouche

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sturnsbaby · 4 months

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CANDY ... CHRIS STURNIOLO

Based off the song 'Candy' by Doja Cat

IN WHICH chris and a toxic girl are daiting, but he later realizes that your way better.

tw: cussing, angst, fluff, suggestive, chris being stupid

You always knew that Chris and Allie weren't a good couple. She continuously cheated on him but every time you or anyone else tried to tell him, he would always come up with a fake excuse.

But you also knew that you had feelings for chris. They way he looks at you when your talking, how he is gentle with you, basically everything about him you loved.

Allie was nothing anybody would appreciate. She was rude, disrespectful, and a cheater.m, but she would always try and cover it up with the fake smile she gives people, and the fake positive attitude she gives Chris' brothers.

And it pissed you off. You noticed all the times she gave you a dirty look when you were talking, you noticed how she rolled her eyes when chris was talking to you.

"She's just like candy, she's so sweet, but know that it ain't real."

But you noticed in the past week that the couple has been more distance, chris would avoid sitting next to her, and talking to her, and she seemed upset to.

So you now were going up into chris' room to see whats up with the two of them.

"chris?" you ask softly, knocking on the door whike you wait for a response.

"yeah? come in." he says, his voice sounding lower the usual.

"are you and Allie okay? The two of you have been... Acting strage." you ask, and you notice chris' eyes slightly widen as you ask him that.

"we're fine. Why do you care so much? Don't you hate her?" he quickly defends.

"chris what? Im simply just worried for you two and you give me a attitude? What part do you not understand about 'she's not a good girlfriend'?" you snap back, letting out a scoff.

"your such a fucking liar! She's a good girlfriend. Who cares if she cheated on me? She didn't mean to!" he argues, his voice also getting louder.

"You sound so stupid right now. She cheated on you multiple times! She's obviously doing it on purpose." you roll your eyes at him as you leave his room, not giving him any time to respond.

Not only were you mad, you were sad. You never expected to get yelled at by your best friend like that, and it hurts knowing that he isn't even listening to anything your saying.

"Baby i got everything and so much more then she's got."

You quickly grab your car keys and run outside into your car and sit there for a moment, thinking about what you said to him and what he said to you, genuinely you felt slightly bad but he wasn't gonna listen anyways.

THE NEXT DAY

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chris: hey, can u come back over? Your right about her.

you: i know im right. And no, im not coming over.

chris: your better then her.

you: im omw .

chris: okay ma.

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"So.. you finally realized?" you ask him, walking into his room.

"ive been realized, but yesterday, you just made me gain way more feelings for you then i already had." he replies and grabs your hands and you sit on the bed next to him.

"you owe me an apology, chris." you say, looking him in his eyes.

"right, i know. Im sorry for everything i said yesturday, i didnt mean any of it." he says, the words he said and how he said them sounded genuine.

"it's okay." you reply.

the two of you are left in a couple moments of silence before chris pulls you closer to him.

"is it bad i really want to kiss you?" he asks.

"is it bad i also want to kiss you?" you ask him.

He doesn't respond to you, he just places his lips on yours and puts his hands on your waist and the kiss continues.

"your so perfect, mama." he says when the kiss stops.

I kinda hate this! But its okay

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bonthefuckjourx · 2 months

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Lucifer x Sinner!reader (Hazbin Hotel)

SUMMARY: You wake up in Hell and realize you didn't make the cut into Heaven. You never did anything evil, but never believed in God. You wanted to live life by your own morals. Little did you know a group of hazbins would take you in and show you more kindness than anyone on Earth ever did. Then you met someone you never thought you would, Lucifer, the King of Hell. Then you did something you never thought you would, make a deal with the devil.

WARNINGS: n/a

WORD COUNT: 1900k+

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than normal, because I just needed to get another chapter out. I wanted the background of the story to be established before we really get into their relationship.

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CHAPTER TWO: End Game

Over the next few weeks life began to feel normal again at the Hazbin Hotel. You spent your time helping Charlie for the most part. Since you still couldn’t go outside by yourself you found purpose in improving the hotel and making friendships with the other rehabilitators. Charlie put you in charge of keeping tabs of their progress. Sir Pentious was making great efforts, as was Angel Dust, but you could tell he still had some demons to come to terms with. As for yourself you never really knew where you stood. You feared Hell and that part of you wanted to go to Heaven, but another part of you feared change. Scared you would go to Heaven and not have free will over your “immortal” afterlife.

Your other job for the hotel was overseeing Charlie’s calendar. She was always all over the place and after a few times of you reminding her of events she just told you to keep her calendar for her. Today she had the meeting with Heaven in the embassy here in Hell. You were nervous for her, because she would have to speak. You were also very nervous for yourself as Charlie asked you to accompany here. You were frightened to leave the hotel, but it gave you another excuse to see Lucifer again. Three weeks had been three weeks too long since you last saw him. You admit, maybe you had a little crush, but more than anything he made you feel safe. A good friend that made you feel like nothing in the world could touch you. Surely nothing would come of it. I mean he literally made a deal with you to just be friends to help each other through your problems. Plus, from the pictures in the Hotel you could tell he had a wife. They weren’t living together, that you were sure, but you still didn’t know if he held out on a chance she would come back.

You shook those feelings out of your head as you finished brushing your hair. Charlie was meeting you at the embassy as you weren’t sure how to tell her Lucifer and you. You didn’t want anything to become awkward. Standing up you put your hand over the invisible pentagram on your hand and thought of him. The pentagram lit up, waiting for Lucifer to respond. It only took a second for a portal to appear in front of you. As you walked through the portal a familiar face met yours.

“Y/n, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

You looked around and realized you were in a drawing room. Near you was a coffee table set for two. He must have set it up after you sent the signal for the portal. Looking back at him you could tell how nervous he was. His hands were behind his back as he gently rocked on his heels.

“Hi sorry, I wasn’t sure how to ask, but Charlie asked me to accompany her to meet with Heaven. As you know I can’t quite go out by myself yet, so I was hoping…” His gaze softened as he realized you were struggling with asking. He stepped forward taking your hands in his as you were picking at your own skin.

“Yes of course. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to.”

“I know. Perhaps you can another day?” He tilted your chin up just as he did the day you two met. Your heart ached at the memory. He looked at you with reverence.

“Yea, another day.” With that Lucifer backed away from you, satisfied with the answer.

“When are you expected at the embassy?”

“Didn’t you set up the meeting for Charlie? Don’t you know what time it was?” Lucifer stumbled for an answer as he looked around the room, heat coming up to his face.

“Well, I… um you see… they said something and then I said something and then the time was said. Right the time, and-“He ringed his hands then started to rub his neck trying to remember. He looked nervous and guilty that he couldn’t remember.

“Luci, it’s alright! I was just joking. It’s at one.”

You stepped forward straightening the collar on his shirt. He wore a business casual collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You’re slightly taller than him, although standing together now you are close to his eye level.

“That’s new, I like it,” he muttered under his breath only loud enough to cross the narrow space between you two.

“I uh,” A blush crossed your face as you realized the nickname you used for him. You stepped back and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Why don’t we venture over to the couch? We a little bit of time to spare.”

You two made your way to the couch, sitting closer together then most friends would. His hand brushed your as he handed you a cup of tea.

“How have you been doing? I bet it can be lonely around here.”

“Me? Lonely? Pssh, never. Maybe a few times.” You placed your hand on his forearm instinctively.

“It’s okay, I’m here now. If you ever need me, I don’t mind talking a break from the hotel. In fact, late at night I am often alone as well if you wanted to join me.” He swallowed thickly letting out a small whimper.

“I wouldn’t mind making my nights a little less alone.”

He leaned in towards you. His eyes darted down to your lips then back to your eyes. He looked as though he was holding back. Your hand lifted to his face, gracing your fingertips across his cheek. He leaned into the touch as if it was a need.

“Sometimes at night I want more than a friend. If you said my name everything would stop,” you whispered into the nothingness between the two of you. His lips barely touched yours. He snaked his hand around your neck, sending chills down your spine. You arched your back involuntarily, trying to close the distance between your bodies.

“Y/n,” your name was barely audible across his lips as he met yours. His lips were warm and hungry as he leaned your back, using his knee to separate your legs. His body ran against yours as you fit right into it. His hair was soft as you gripped it and pulled him ever closer. His hand ran up your thigh kneading it, pushing your dress up. You tugged at his collar, pulling some of the buttons loose, running your hands against his chest.

You were pulled out of paradise by your phone ringing in your purse on the floor. You pulled it out to see Charlie was calling you. You looked at Lucifer, showing him who it was. Embarrassed you answered the call as he tried to keep from laughing.

“Hey Charlie.”

“Hey, y/n, I’m here at the embassy. Are you almost here?”

“Yea give me five minutes I’ll be over.”

“Sounds good, see you soon!”

With that you ended the call setting your phone on your chest rubbing your face with your hands. Lucifer laid himself across your chest laughing into the nape of your neck.

“We should probably get going Luci.”

“Okay, fiiine,” he muttered against your neck giving a small whimper as he started to stand up.

“I didn’t know you had a phone. I mean it makes sense that Charlie would give you one.” He mentioned nonchalantly trying to fix his hair.

“Yea she gave it to me so that I could help her with the hotel, but she lets me use it for whatever.” You stood up brushing your hair out with your fingers.

“Here hand it over.”

You gave him your phone, and as he gave it back you realized he added himself as a contact. He looked at you with a smile, one of his fangs sticking out. His face was flushed from kissing you, which made your heart swell.

“Only one thing could make this better,” you stated holding your hand out.

“Your phone, sir.” You placed emphasis on the sir, his breath hitched. He then reached into his pocket placing his phone on your palm. Quickly you made yourself a contact in his phone, placing it back into his hand after the fact.

“Don’t worry I won’t bother you I just thought-“

“It’s a great idea.” His smile widened as a similar one crept across your face. He really was beautiful; you could stare into his eyes forever. You noticed his face almost had a glow to it and the way one of his fangs bit his lip when you were talking.

“We should head out.”

He stood up breaking the comfortable silence, holding his hand out for you to stand up. You grabbed it, but the world around you started to darken. You leaned against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your back to catch you. After a few seconds the world came back to focus. He looked down to you worried, but now a different emotion etched across his face. It felt like love and excitement and intimacy all at once. He helped you up, careful to not let you fall again. You kept telling him you were okay, but he wasn’t so sure. After a few minutes of him fretting over you and telling him you were okay he finally decided that you were. With a snap of his fingers, he created a portal.

“After you.”

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With Lucifer following closely behind you walked into the embassy. Charlie noticed you immediately and waved you over with a confused look. Her dad followed you closely behind and her eyes widened as she finally understood.

“Y/n. Dad. Good to see you. You know it’s funny, I just called y/n and now you are here too. Makes me wonder.”

“Charlie, darling.” He laughed awkwardly looking around the room trying to think of something. That’s when Charlie noticed his shirt was wrinkled and slightly unbuttoned.

“You have a lot to spill when we get back to the hotel, y/n.” She said it with a smile, but that wasn’t all of it. She seemed excited maybe. It was hard to tell.

“Charlie please nothing happened. Plus, your father is allowed to find love. You know back in the day, plenty of women lined up just for-“

“DAD! That’s enough please just don’t.” She looked embarrassed as she rubbed her eyes.

“Fine, I’ll go. Have a good meeting you two. I’ll see you later y/n.” He made a finger gun at you and summoned a portal to walk through.

“Dad. Leave. Now.” With that he made eye contact with you before he turned into the portal. Your hand felt warm, almost as if he was letting you know he was still there. It was obvious to you now that Lucifer was the sin of Pride, however he tended to be prideful at the worst of times.

“I’m sorry about that, Charlie. You didn’t need to know about that.”

“Oh, we’ll talk later about this new development. Honestly it took my mind of the meeting a bit. I feel less nervous. Let’s totally rock this.” She turned towards you putting her hand out for a fist bump. Your knuckles met hers and she opened the tall door for you two to walk through.

Turns out we totally did not rock that.

#hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #lucifer smut #fanfic #charlie morningstar #angel dust #nifty #sir pentious

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rhystial · 6 months

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Jax & Reader with Social Anxiety.

fandom: the amazing digital circus

relationship: jax (romantic/platonic)

warnings: bullying, victim blaming, (spoiler: abstraction)

let me know if more warnings need to be added!

notes: this can be seen as both platonic and romantic!! however, i tried to make it more in character... so he's kind of an ass. definitely not healthy but yeah, might make a happy version

self indulgent. i love torture

From the moment he set eyes upon you, Jax was quick to notice your soft appearance, your timid nature, and your quiet demeanor. Your lack of confidence, your fear of standing up for yourself, and your inability to speak your mind painted a target on your back that he couldn't ignore.

He could sense that you were vulnerable, so he decided to use that to his advantage. For Jax, you were an easy target, someone he could easily dominate and manipulate at will. He took advantage of your anxiety, asking you for favors, making unreasonable demands, and ultimately using you in whatever way he desired, without regard for your feelings.

"Yo, mind helping me out with the next in-house adventure? I feel like you owe me a favor for today," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"But you didn't do anything..."

"Hm, wha'd'you say?" He questioned in a cocky manner, feigning innocence. "I didn't quite catch it, try speaking up."

As time passed, Jax's actions began to weigh heavily onto his conscience. The more he thought about what he's done to you, the more guilt he began to feel.

Jax knew that what he was doing was wrong, he was being a piece of shit just because he could. However, he didn't want to admit that he was being a douche to you for no good reason, oddly enough. Instead, he made up excuses to justify his behavior, something he never did with the other members in the circus.

"They looked at me with a weird look today, that clearly deserves a lengthy visit." He would say to himself, knowing damn well that all you did was offer a weaker smile than you usually do.

Jax was determined to make it seem like you were to blame, even though deep down, he knew that wasn't true. He tries his best to come up with excuses and rationalizations for his attitude towards you, all in an attempt to make himself feel better. It frustrates him just how much you get under his skin without even knowing.

"Well, 's not my fault you're easily scared." He shrugged, raising his arms up in a weak attempt to defend himself.

"...You threw knucklebones at me. I... didn't even say anything to provoke you."

"I said what I said."

As Jax continued to be cruel to you, he began to find himself becoming attached. It started out in small ways — like asking the others where you were when you weren't around, asking for your opinion on things, and generally hanging around you more. You became the center of his attention, the object of his affection and the target of his cruelty.

However, if anyone else, whether intentionally or unintentionally, were to harm you in any way, Jax gets extremely possessive. He insists that he was the only one who should be hurting you, that he was the one who had the right to do it.

"Gangle cut ya, y'shouldn't be hanging around her." Jax said, lips curling into a tense smile. He stood tall and imposing, his eyes fixed on you, studying your reaction to his words.

"I-I tripped over Pomni and fell on Gangle's mask... it wasn't her fault." You desperately tried to explain, waving your arms around frantically.

"So it was Pomni's fault."

Although he sometimes comes across as cold and detached, he does care for you. He's just never fully learned how to express his feelings in a way that's both honest and genuine, without it sounding overly sappy or corny.

Jax considers you the first person he's met in this digital world that he actually enjoys spending time with, even though you don't necessarily feel the same way.

He wants to be liked by you, but he feels that he has missed his chance to gain your trust. He doesn't want to hurt or offend you in any way, but he doesn't know how to make it right. He can't go back in time and erase the mistakes that he has made, and he feels like his only option is to keep up the same behavior as before. So, he does.

Every time Jax sees you, he feels a twinge of guilt. He knows that he's messed up, but he doesn't know how to change things. He was too far gone to stop the cycle of his own doing, his pride wouldn't let him stop his cruelty towards you.

"Uhh, anyone home?" Jax knocked on the door to your room, a slight glimmer of concern in his eyes as he twirled your key in his hand.

"Y'haven't left yer room in days, did I go too far?" He laughed, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. Jax gives an exhausted sigh at the lack of response, before getting down on his knees to the lock on your door. With an almost automatic movement, he slides the key into the lock, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Surely ya can find it in yer heart to forgive me, pipsqueak." His hand turns the key slowly, the lock clicking as it opens. He pushes the door open, and walks in without waiting for an invitation.

As he stepped inside, Jax was met with a dozen pairs of eyes staring back at him.

"%$!#..."

Perhaps he should have put aside his pride, and instead made an attempt to reach out to you.

#the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc x reader #jax x reader #headcanon #x reader #reader insert

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stinkysam · 5 months

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Roronoa Zoro - Different.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “It could be with trust. Like it could start of angsty, but finishes with some fluff. For the character it could be with either Luffy or Zoro. I can't decide haha.” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

To you, there was only one kind of pirate. The bad kind. The kind that ruins people's lives by pillaging and destroying towns. Pirates are destructive and marines are barely better. Assholes who use their authority to do anything they want without any repercussions.

So for you, the only way was being a pirate hunter. To do the job marines (barely) did without being affiliated to them.

Along the way you met another pirate hunter, Roronoa Zoro. Although he mainly did it for the money, you both had the same point of view and quickly became friends. Even working together on a few occasions.

Until you heard he had joined a pirate to become one himself. Betrayed, you went after him for explanations.

You found him in the restaurant Baratie, with what seemed like the rest of his crew. He quickly spotted you, after all, you weren't hiding and nodded hi to you.

You didn't reply, continuing staring and rapidly he knew what this was about. He sighed and said something to his table before standing up and going to yours.

“I don't sit with pirates.” You say, looking at him as he was about to take the chair. He still sat down, after a second of not moving and began to talk.

“I know what you think. But-”

“They're different ?” You raised an eyebrow, already expecting the boring excuses.

He said nothing for a moment.

“Listen, I don't owe you any explanation. Believe what you want but Luffy is not like the pirates you know.”

“I don't believe you.”

“Then don't.” He said and stood up, leaving to go back to his table.

You didn't try to talk to him more, only seeing him again when he fought one of the seven warlords, Dracule Mihawk as you walked out of the restaurant. You stayed, watching his friends’ expressions. Two looked stressed, while one in red looked confident, the three of them too focused to notice you staring.

“Luffy, if I fail to become the world's greatest swordsman… You'll be disappointed. Right ?”

“You could never fail me.” The man in red said.

“Never… again. From now… until I beat him.” He draws his only remaining sword, raising it in the air. “To become the greatest swordsman… I will never lose again !” He declared, before letting his sword fall to the side, passing out and with that you left.

What you saw of them was too little to make you change your mind. So when you saw their ship leave after some time, you followed them, believing they were leaving to plunder some innocent town like every pirate does.

Until you saw with your own two eyes Luffy freeing Cocoyasi village and all of the Conomi Island from Arlong by defeating him.

You couldn't believe it.

The village had gathered to celebrate their freedom thanks to the small crew and you stood there amongst them, shocked.

You expected pirates like Arlong, they were the kind you knew since your early age. But pirates like Luffy ? It was your first time seeing or hearing about it.

Zoro came toward you, two plates in his hand. One for himself, one for you.

He handed you one, waiting for you to take it.

“...Thanks.” You said, unsure of what else to say as you grabbed the plate.

“Didn't think you'd follow me there.”

“You said they were different.”

“I did.”

“I didn't know it was possible. How did you know ?”

He shrugged, smiling.

“Luffy convinced me.”

“Why didn't you tell me you did that kind of thing ?”

“Would you have believed me if I told you we freed the people of Orange town ?”

“You what ?” You said in disbelief and Zoro chuckled at your reaction.

“An evil clown took the town hostage for his circus. Bunch of weirdos.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, you couldn't believe your ears.

“No. I wouldn't have believed you. Is this true ?”

“Yeah, they captured us because we have the Grand Line map.”

“Damn.” You said quietly, smiling as well. “I'm sorry. I know you're not stupid, I should've trusted your judgment.”

“No, I understand. I would've done the same in your place.”

“No, you would've tried to take my head.”

He laughed at that, nodding.

“Maybe so.” He smirked, glad you two were alright again.

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kissesbyliz · 4 months

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ghost comforting anxious!reader during the holidays

something self indulgent bc this week has been hard </3 also i know the holidays r over but whateverr..also first post :D

(feat. simon "ghost" riley)

cw: mentions of anxiety, gn!reader

You were on edge. This whole week had been just shitty for you; one too many things gone wrong, one too many inconveniences, one minute too long trapped inside your own head. And you were trying your best as to not let it all blow over as you sat in the passenger seat of Simon's car, picking at your nails.

You were on your way to your parents' house for the holidays, a fresh apple pie sitting warm and pretty on your lap as you try your best to stay out of your head and focus on the present.

He looks over at you, alerted by the way you're silent even though your favorite song is playing on the radio. Usually, you would be enthusiastically singing along, trying to get him to join you (which would more often than not lead to an annoyed, but affectionate grumble from him)

"You alright, love?" He asks softly, bringing a hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You glance up at him, before nodding with a smile. "Fine, babe. Just had a long day at work."

You knew that you didn't have to hide how you were feeling from him, but, since it was the holidays, you would rather him having fun and bonding with your family than worrying about you. Your parents were expecting you guys to arrive in a joyful mood with bright smiles on your faces fit for the holiday season anyways, so it was best not to let anything dampen the mood.

Simon considers you for a second, before he turns back towards the road with a hum. You're not sure if he buys that excuse or not, but you try not to dwell on it. Instead, you focus your attention on the scenery zooming past you and not the thoughts swimming endlessly through your head.

"You know you don't have to hide anything from me, right?" You turn back to face him, and he's already regarding you with a comforting look in his eye. Even with half his face hidden by a face mask, you can still see his expression so clearly; it's the kind that he only reserves for you, the kind that lets you know that you're safe and loved. The softness in his gaze makes your heart ache, and you briefly consider letting it all come out.

He must notice how your face falters (of course he does, he notices everything), because a second later he's pulling into an empty parking lot. You anxiously rub your neck out of habit, about to protest that you're fine, before he slides a big hand over yours, effectively silencing you.

Commanding you gently to follow him into the backseat, Simon immediately pulls you into an embrace as soon as you get settled. His actions catch you off guard; usually, you're the one initiating hugs. But this time, it's exactly what you need as you feel one of his hands rubbing soothing motions up and down your back.

"You're stressed." He says for you, and you can't help but snort at the way he got it right on the dot.

"Yeah." You breathe into his chest, closing your eyes and letting yourself melt into him. "This whole week...has been so hard and I can't focus on anything." You say softly, feeling tears prick at your eyes at your confession.

Simon hums, still soothing your nerves with his touch. "And you don't want to go to your parents' house either, do you, dove?" You grimace, knowing he's right, but still feeling the need to show up anyways. You seldom ever see your family nowadays, and you feel that you owe it to them to at least visit during the holidays.

"No...but we need to. It's the holidays, after all." You frown up at him, and he runs a hand over the top of your head.

"No, we don't. What you need is to relax, back at home. We can tell your parents we got into a crash or something." He mutters, and you giggle.

"Yeah, and then they can come over and hit you over the head with a frying pan for driving so carelessly." You retort, finally feeling your nerves start to ease up. A soft smile spreads across Simon's face at the sound of your laughter, and he presses a kiss over the top of your head. You bury your face into his chest again, and all of a sudden, you feel like everything's going to be alright again.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty x reader #ghost x reader comfort #cod x reader #cod drabble

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cyberstrm · 1 year

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4:07 am

remus lupin x gn!reader

cws: consensual age gap, reader was formally remus's student but nothing inappropriate happened during that time, smoking, swearing

you took a long drag from your cigarette as you gazed into the black sky. leaning out of a cramped, 3rd floor corridor window was not the most glamorous way of smoking, but you were so desperate you didn't care.

as much as you valued being in the order of the phoenix, the current headquarters (the house formally owned by the blacks) was a fucking nightmare. it reeked of death and woodworms, and there were creatures of all shapes and sizes hiding in crevices and cupboards. it was only just liveable and you'd been stuck living here here for weeks, but at least you could leave when you wanted to, unlike poor sirius.

offering to stay and help clean up headquarters over the summer seemed simple enough at the time, but it was hard work. when the kids went back to school, you'd go proper househunting. you'd graduated from hogwarts only this year, and needed somewhere to crash, so in exchange for a free room and food on the table, you'd agreed to help make the black house fit for living.

mrs weasley did not approve of your smoking habits, hence the uncomfortable leaning out of the window. besides, it was too late (or rather, early in the morning) to go outside.

"care to spare one?"

you jumped, hitting your head on the window.

"ow! fuck!"

you pulled out, still holding a half-finished cigarette, panting. remus lupin stood in front of you, his face apologetic. he was wearing brown cords and a baggy, sage green button up that was half untucked, and mismatched socks.

"apologies, y/n. didn't mean to startle you."

"cough next time or something, merlin." you placed a hand on your heart dramatically and fumbled with your packet of fags. "we won't both fit out the window so we'll just have to sit and smoke vaguely in the vicinity."

remus laughed and took the cigarette, his fingertips brushing yours. he sat opposite you on the stairwell, lazily using his wand to light his cigarette.

"didn't take you for a smoker." you said, after exhaling deeply.

"yes, well. you're not exactly the smoker type either." he replied, taking a long drag with a grateful expression.

"excuse me, the last time you saw me i had shitty box-dyed hair and a nose stud. I'm definitely the smoker type." you said in mock defence, referencing the year that remus had taught your defence against the dark arts lessons.

he chuckled, nodding. "that's true. you did look very different back then."

"man, i miss your classes. they were so chill. sorry i was always a nightmare and never handed in homework."

"i had worse students." he smirked, and you smacked him playfully. you both laughed.

you hadn't felt this relaxed in a while. after everything that happened last year, you'd felt wild and panicked for almost every waking moment. you believed harry, of course you did, and being close with the weasley's meant you knew all about the order, and joined as soon as you left school. maybe it would've been better if you didn't believe harry. you wouldn't feel so...panicked all the time. but you did, so that was that.

"what are you doing up so early anyway?" you asked, checking your watch and feeling a pang of guilt at the little '4:07' staring up at you.

remus nodded at the window. you looked up and saw the almost full moon.

"i can never sleep in the days beforehand."

"oooh." you replied in understanding. "i'm....i'm sorry you had to leave hogwarts because of it. that fucking sucked."

"i'm used to it." he shrugged.

"anytime you need cigs, i'm your person. any time. for free. no charge. it's the least i can do, like honestly i wouldn't have passed DADA if it weren't for you."

"i'll hold you to that." he grinned.

he gazed out the window, his eyes glazed and unfocused. he looked exhausted, but he wore it well. you supposed that was because he was rarely anything but. he looked soft, blurry around the edges, like a mirage, or as if he were painted with watercolour.

"d'you wanna know something kinda funny."

don't say it.

"mm?"

don't say it.

"i kinda..."

you're going to embarrass yourself.

"i used to have the biggest crush on you when you were at hogwarts."

remus didn't say anything, but smiled humbly.

"i get that a lot, actually."

"really?"

"you sound surprised." he grinned.

"what? no- i just mean...who will i have to battle for your heart?"

he laughed, and you found your face was growing warm. you don't know why you'd told him, it was very spur of the moment, but you were glad you did. it was nice to see him properly laugh.

"things have changed so much." you muttered, getting to the end of your cig. "i changed so much. probably for the better."

"things have changed- are changing." he agreed. "but i do hope you didn't stop liking me."

you properly blushed this time. "you mean that?"

he gazed at you, and leant forward to stub out his cigarette on the windowsill. he didn't lean back. his eyes were on you, full of something you'd never seen before. not lust, more like-

but before you could think of what it was more like, he pressed his lips to yours gently. his facial hair was rough against your skin as he kissed you deeper, his hand cupping your cheek.

he pulled away, still holding your face.

"was that...okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at your flustered face.

"y-yeah....but....maybe we should go somewhere more private." you chuckled, gesturing to the fact you were both slumped on the stairwell floor.

"good idea, hun." he pecked your lips. he stood up and helped you to your feet.

"my room?" you asked, kissing his scarred cheek.

"desperate for more, hm?" he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist. he kissed you again softly.

"you know it, old man."

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #professor lupin #professor lupin x reader #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gender neutral reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n

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bruhstories · 6 months

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in heat

summary: zeke works from home. pairing: zeke x fembodied!reader warnings & content: reader is tied up, bdsm dynamics if you squint, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don't be silly wrap your willy), dirty talking, terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, honey) w/c: 1.3k

a/n: just a quickie with zeke, nothing more, nothing less. unedited as per usual

"You need to keep that filthy mouth of yours quiet, yeah?" Zeke picked up his phone and answered the call. "Oh, Mr. Magath, to what do I owe the pleasure?'

He spoke so casually, as if you didn't have your hands tied up behind your back, drooling over the ballgag in your mouth and Zeke's fingers deep in your cunt. After all, it was just a typical work from home day for him.

"The meeting went well. No, Galliard behaved, surprisingly." Zeke shrugged, although his boss couldn't see him. He dragged his thumb lazily up and down your clit, and you closed your eyes, bucking your hips against his hand.

This has been ongoing for the past twenty, twenty-five minutes. You weren’t exactly sure. It felt like more than that. All you wanted was for him to fuck you relentlessly, but Zeke enjoyed taking his time with you. It wasn't for your pleasure, but for his. He needed to see you wriggle and writhe under his touch, to know how much control he had over your body, to hear you beg for his cock.

Your body violently twitched on his desk when he practically ripped a growl from your throat with his skilled fingers. With wide eyes, you watched him frown, eyes fixed on yours.

"Mr. Magath, if you'll excuse me just a minute..." Zeke muted his phone. "What did I tell you? Well?" He asked, knowing full well that you couldn't reply back.

Instead, you tried to squeeze your thighs together in a futile attempt to stop him. He was on the phone with his boss, for fuck's sake. But Zeke paid Magath no mind, using his elbow to keep your legs spread open.

"Sorry, chief. Everything's fine, it's just my dog." He spoke, and you whined when he removed his fingers from your cunt, opting to let your blood boil. "She's been acting strange, lately. Think she might be in heat."

Zeke's words were cruel, but all they did was turn you on more. It was incredible how this man could admire and love you so much, yet he could also degrade you like you were dirt on his shoes. He knew exactly what buttons to push to switch you from respectable and clever to needy and hungry for his cock.

Your blood indeed boiled in your veins, because you were unable to get the much-desired friction that you ached for. Oh, and Zeke loved it. He loved watching your eyes fill to the brim with tears and your hips roll on his desk wanting more. He eventually indulged you, pinching one of your sensitive nipples before dragging his fingers down your abdomen.

"The reports are done, I have emailed them to Mr. Smith already." Zeke nonchalantly chatted with Magath while his index and middle finger brushed up and down your slit.

You were soaked, absolutely dying to feel him inside of you, but you knew he wouldn't give it to you just yet. When his fingers finally pushed past your slick folds, you arched your back and moaned, and Zeke's lips twitched in anger.

"I'm afraid I need to take the dog out, Mr. Magath. I'll let the files upload while I do that." He curled his fingers and you wanted to scream, tell him to hurry up and fuck you, but the damned ballgag stopped you from saying anything. Instead, all that came out of you was a series of guttural growls that echoed in Zeke's study.

"Oh, she's getting impatient. Have a nice day, chief." He hung up and tossed the phone on the sofa next to his desk.

Your eyes were filled with both tears of pleasure, and terror, because you knew how mean Zeke could be when you disobeyed him. He used his free hand to pull the ballgag out of your mouth and untie your arms, and a string of apologies spilled from your lips.

"Are you really that desperate for my cock that you couldn't wait five minutes?" His voice was low and threatening, and you shook your head.

"Sorry, 'm sorry-"

"Sorry isn't gonna help you, love." Zeke picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper into your aching cunt, his other hand unbuckling his belt.

"Please fuck me, please, please!" You cried out, feeling your climax bubbling inside of you.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, alright. But first, you're gonna have to fuck yourself with my fingers. You need to earn my cock, sweetheart." He palmed the bulge in his trousers, a groan escaping his lips when he felt you clench around his fingers.

Shamelessly, you pushed your hips against his hand, trying your best to do as you were told. It would've helped ti have your hands untied so you could prop yourself against them, but nonetheless, you managed to come on his fingers, body shuddering from the ecstasy.

"Atta girl." Zeke removed his fingers from your sloppy cunt, giving your thigh a firm slap. "You did well." He said, unzipping his trousers.

"Wait, I can't-"

"You can, and you will." Zeke pulled his cock out, and your eyes darted to it, instinctively licking your lips when you saw it. "Weren’t you the one so desperate for me to fuck you?"

You said nothing, because he was right, so you spread your legs wider, earning a 'good girl' from him. Zeke dragged his cock up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before pushing it in. Even after so much time, you couldn't get used to the size of it, and you whimpered when he bottomed out.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He growled, eyes rolling back as you took him so well. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, you braced yourself for the feral thrusts, and Zeke delivered. He needed you just as much as you needed him, and he didn't hold back, fucking you with aggression and passion.

"Oh, God! Feels good, so-oh good!" You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. You hated the smell of cigarettes, but whenever you felt it on Zeke, you just couldn't help but be aroused.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Filthy little slut." His cock brushed over your cervix, buried so deep inside of you that your abdomen hurt.

It was painfully good, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You loved the dynamic you had, and you loved him. It was the perfect balance of love and hate.

"Zeke!" You cried out, feeling yourself close again. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Again? Aren't you desperate today?" He mocked you. "How pathetic."

"'m pathetic-" You choked on your words, mumbling incoherent sentences while he fucked you deeper and harder. "Gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me."

"Love you, I love you, I lo-oh! Oh, fuck!" Your dignity left your body when you trembled in Zeke's arms, limbs quivering and your mind cloudy. You were certain you were going to faint from exhaustion.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, cock still hard. But he wasn't about to fuck you to death, although he was sure you wanted that.

"Let's clean you up." He said and you shook your head.

"Need to... help you finish." You mumbled in your dazed state, but Zeke didn't listen.

"Honey, you're tired. You've already done so much today." He helped you down from his desk and untied your hands.

"What about you?"

"I've got hands, don't I?" Zeke chuckled, dragging you to the bathroom. "Come, I'll order us some food for dinner."

"Sushi?" You yawned, turning the tap on.

"Sushi." He checked the temperature to make sure you wouldn't faint in the shower.

"You know, if anyone saw how we have sex they'd think you're one of those shitty alpha male influencers." You laughed, getting in the shower.

"It's not my fault I've got a freaky girlfriend." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, speaking of." Zeke stripped and got in the shower with you, because the internet was so bad, he knew those files haven't uploaded yet. "Will you marry me? The ring's in my study, I got carried away-"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

#zeke jeager #zeke yeager #zeke x reader #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager smut #zeke jaeger #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #fem!reader #fembodied!reader

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baohanhanesel · 2 months

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Valeria Garza x Ally Reader

Just Valeria and Reader bantering. Valeria likes Reader a bit too much for her own liking.

She always had cold hands. It wasn't anything new to her. She always felt the need to tuck her hands in her pockets but never once did they ever remain warm.

She was used to it. The feeling of cold fingertips was never surprising to her. It was her usual.

It never bothered her until you decided to lean down and take a hold of her gun.

You didn't work for her, you were only a temporary ally. One that never took her bullshit and always acted on your own. She didn't have the best impression of you. Same went for you. You weren't a fan of her, to put it nicely.

"Tuck it down, darling." You told her with a mocking smile. "We are about to negotiate. Not to declare war."

Valeria gave you a cold look, and nodded her head at you. A deadly stare, which sent chills down your spine. Not enough to have you take a step back, but enough to shut your mouth.

"Give it here." Valeria snatched the gun from your hand again. And when she got it back, the handle was warm. She held onto it tightly, the warmth was pleasant against her cold skin.

The comfort it offered her hand bothered her because it came from you.

You were like the damn sun for her. Something she is unable to avoid. You burned everything you touched, and seeing as the saying wasn't only metaphorical made her grumble. The gun in her hand remained warm when she tucked it in the holster again.

"Woke up from the wrong side of the bed, didn't you?" You walked past her, to the meeting room the negotiation will be carried out.

"Aren't you a sweetheart." Valeria rolled her eyes, but followed you suitly.

The negotiation wasn't what you'd call beneficial. The company owners owed you a big sum of money, and they were only putting the payment up. Making you give them more time to bring it. You begrudgingly agreed. You couldn't demand anything in Valeria's presence. You were allies, you didn't want to come off selfish with any decision so you let it go. For now.

"Talk about waking up from the wrong side" Valeria pushed her seat back to look at you, the meeting room emptied before you knew it.

"Excuse me?"

"That's what you said, chiquita. ¿No fue así?(Wasn't it?)"

You huffed, rubbing your temples and looking at the key in Valeria's hand. She was playing with it absentmindedly, probably waiting for you to open the topic so you can talk. You didn't feel like discussing business.

You grabbed her key, she grabbed your hand.

"What is it now?" She looked straight into your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth of your hands burning her skin. You felt too comfortable for her liking. You were running warm, and it made Valeria want to curl her fingers in your palm. To warm her entire hand.

"Impulsive thoughts." You smiled. It was a way to say fuck you in Valeria's face. To show that you do what you want to do. You wanted to grab her keys, you did. "Will you let my hand go, darling? I am afraid I am not ready for such commitment yet."

This made Valeria laugh at your face, letting your hand go.

Despite the laugh, she was dreading the feeling. She wanted your hand on her. But knew the consequences of it. Wanting you, the sun, to touch her was a dead wish. You burnt the people you were close to. There was no good that could come her way if it was you. Yet she had this coldness in her, one that could only be warmed up by you.

The next time she felt you again was an entire month later. You grabbed her arm to pull her away from a gunshot. Your hand where it held her burned. You were so warm, and she subconsciously leaned into it.

"Almost lost you there."

"What would you do without me" Valeria grabbed your wrist and ran away with you. Speaking to her coms and trying to take a hold of the situation.

"I knew they'd betray the deal." You grumbled, feeling the cold of Valeria's hand on your wrist. Your skin was warming her, and you could feel the pleasant tingle of her cool skin.

"Malditos idiotas... (Damn morons)"

You held her hand, slipping her hold from your wrist and holding into her cold hand. She was taken aback by the sudden hold. It was a gentle gesture for an outsider, but to both of you it was yet another way to tell fuck you. That she wouldn't lead you, but you would.

Valeria's heart thumped against her chest. She was getting more than she was bargaining for and you wouldn't hear a peep from her if it meant you would be giving her your touch. So she accepted the fuck you and acted nonchalantly.

"I'll have their heads." She said. And you couldn't agree more.

"So you can be romantic," You mused. This wasn't the best thing to say while holding her hand but... It was too late.

"You know nothing, senorita. Let me and I'll show you just how romantic I can be."

"Beg. And maybe I will."

She shook her head, laughing. You were in dangerous waters.

You were away from the commotion, your fingers entangled and shoulders touching. It felt right, Valeria wanted to risk everything just to have more. But it wasn't worth the risk of taking a step closer to you. She preferred to have some of you, rather than nothing at all.

Within another thirty minutes and Valeria talking to her comms, everything settled down. This entire time your hand was on your gun, securing her left and right.

After you were sure the attack was over, you let her go. You walked away to your own men, demanding answers about the sudden commotion.

Valeria still felt the warmth in her hands.

And it didn't cool down for forty minutes. The forty minutes where she couldn't stop thinking about you. The same forty minutes she wanted nothing but to burn if it meant holding you just a bit longer.

#call of duty #cod #cod modern warfare #valeria cod #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria garza

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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 4 months

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What Does It Mean?

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes! by @1ntr0v3rt3dsna1l

> content/warnings: nothing, this is just the start so it's probs boring 🤷🏻‍♀️ anw,

> a/n: i'll write more dw, i just need my badly needed vacation lol, i'll probably turn this into a mini series anw

request prompt: Y/N is an Ever (and, of course, a reader) from the modern world (where we live, baby!). Y/N had already read the books of School for Good and Evil and is well aware of everything about it in general. Lady Lesso slowly harbored a crush on Y/N, and despite being opposites, they became close friends. Lady Lesso found out that Y/N is her soulmate, but Lesso keeps denying it. Y/N knew Lady Lesso so well, so she wasn't shocked or surprised (because, after all, the books). Then, Y/N eventually gave up on trying to bridge their relationship... And left after the Rafal thing?

“Will you ever stop reading these nonsense books?”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed and slammed the book you were reading down your lap. “They are not nonsense.”

You gave your sister a glare and picked up the book you were reading. “And please, do not touch those if you do not want to read them. Go and do anything else. Maybe dance to those Tik Tak things whatever the hell those are.”

Setting the book, School for Good and Evil, back with a thump, your sister sneered at you and left without another word.

“How can such a pretty face be a menace to my peace?" you muttered as you continued reading.

“Good morning, Evers! Do have a pleasant day today!”

Groaning and stretching, you opened your eyes and observed your surroundings. After a minute of listening to the birds, you let your eyes widen and let out a scream.

"Oh, shut it, Reader!”

“It's too early for this, Y/N.”

Closing your mouth, you gazed at the owners of the voices that told you to shut up. Glaring at them, you huffed and went to the washroom.

“Why do I always have pissy princesses as dorm mates? Ugh.” You splashed your face with cold water and scrubbed it hard. Glancing at your un-reddened face, you groaned and huffed.

“Why is everything so perfect in these stories?!”

Deciding to let it be, you stripped down and started washing yourself. You didn't even hear your ‘roommates’ tell you that they were off to the hall to get breakfast. For half an hour, you hummed and washed yourself peacefully, without anyone bothering you about towels and tampons.

As you finished your wash, you saw a fairy waiting outside the door for you. It started to whine and pull you by the strands of your hair to get ready. “Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts!”

Swatting the fairy away from you, you rolled your eyes and picked a gown that matched your interest. Because who would even want to wear a gown that doesn't compliment their own style, right?

“Do you do this with every teacher here?” You asked the fairy that kept on pulling you towards the hall. You knew it didn't do anything, yet you felt conscious enough to say it out loud. You knew how hard these fairies worked all day. After all, you've read this book a thousand times.

“Lesso! Are you even listening?” Dovey gave her counterpart a glare.

Siding with her friend, Anemone egged on the argument. “Of course she's not. Look at her. She's been caressing her scalp for the last ten minutes.”

Lesso caressed her scalp one more time before hissing at Anemone. “Excuse me for feeling my soulmate's pain.”

With that word, Anemone and Dovey forgot the topic they were going to bother Lesso about. "Oh, really? It means they must have come!”

Frowning, Lesso raised an eyebrow at Dovey. “What did you say?”

Widening her eyes, Dovey glanced at Anemone and let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, haha! It's nothing, right, Emma?”

Anemone finished her meal and, after feigning ignorance, glanced at Dovey and Lesso. “Oh! Yes, yes. It's nothing, Lady Lesso.” Dovey huffed and kicked Emma’s shin before continuing her own meal.

That was close.

Oh, please, do you honestly think that Lesso would see through my lie?

Dovey and Emma started having their own conversation in their minds to try and prevent Lesso from hearing what they had planned.

Actually, I did catch on to your lie, Emma. I just didn’t want to hear your voice anymore.

Choking on their teas, Emma and Dovey glanced at each other before giving Lesso a horrified look. She can hear us?! They asked each other telepathically.

I thought we had already established this. Yes, I can both hear you.

And while Emma and Dovey had to endure the embarrassment that came with Lesso hearing their conversation, you had your own problem with the numerous fairies ‘prepping’ your hair outside the dining hall.

“Please, it already appears to be fine.” You laughed angrily, trying not to knock any of the fairies away from you. "Just stop."

Irritated, the fairies stopped smothering you and flew away. “Finally!” You let out a huff and grabbed your gown before opening the hall door.

And as usual, your late venture towards the dining hall caught the attention of, if not all, of the people already there. Feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks, you cleared your throat before striding down the path towards the teachers’ table. Given that you had already read the books, you knew who Professor Dovey was and what would catch her attention. Pink. So you opted to wear a pale pink dress to ‘get on’ the dean's good side.

“Professor Dovey.” The blonde woman stood up and gave you a grin that could match a child’s smile when they see sweets.

“Oh, Y/N, you are here! Thank you for adhering to my request.” Dovey took your hands in hers and gave it a loving squeeze.

Letting out a chuckle, you glanced around and said, “It was hardly a request, Professor. My mentor didn’t even let me see your letter before firing me from my job.”

Your statement garnered you two audiences, Emma and Lesso. Emma shook her head at the situation you were put through because of her friend’s plan. Lesso, on the other hand, let out a hum before smirking in your direction.

“Not even here for an hour, and you already have yourself an Ever dressed in sheep’s clothing, Clarissa.” Lesso stood up and stole your hands from Clarissa’s before giving it a kiss. “Welcome to the School for Good and Evil, Y/N.”

Watching her counterpart leave without saying a word to her, Clarissa rolled her eyes and turned to you. “Don’t pay attention to her words, dear. I’m sure you're as pure as you seem to be.”

She pulled you to sit on the chair that Lesso had occupied moments before and snapped her fingers to get rid of the dirty dish. “Do help yourself, Y/N. You need it.”

You didn’t know what those words were meant for. Were they to reassure you or to threaten you with what you had agreed to do?

#leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x reader #school for good and evil #lady lesso #leonora lesso #professor anemone #clarissa dovey

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pray4saint · 9 months

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Can I please have a tall latte with a dash of cinnamon with a cupcake and fortune cookie on the side? Thankyou

For the 100 follower celebration (congrats)

guest of honour

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. streamer!reader. ted nivison x reader. jschlatt x reader. mentions of alcohol, bongs, vapes and implied mention of weed.

a/n. tysm! here's your order anon :] (i did do these separately but if you wanted them together you can send another request! also i picked the prompts since you didn't add one)

prompts: ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” / ”that could be us.” ”that is us.” / ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you..” / ”my kiss?” ”right, sorry.”

ted

your fans knew you had a boyfriend, they knew he was also in content creation, they knew you loved him, and they knew he was always texting you during your streams. since he'd always been faceless, voiceless, and nameless, it was a shock for the viewers to see the door open and someone walk in, head cut off by the camera placement.

it was planned, to a degree.. you knew ted would show up on your stream, in your office but you didn't know when, and that's what made it fun. ”oh my god, hey babe!” you spun in your chair and got up to hug him, the height difference clear to all. and now your fans knew he was tall too. before you were able to get back to your seat, ted pulled you back to him. ”excuse me? sweetheart my kiss?” you smiled and got up on your tippy toes, ”right, sorry about that.” hands flat on his chest when you kissed him.

you walked back over to your desk to see how the viewers were taking the small interaction, and from how you were positioned leaning over your desk, ted was able to pad over next to you, still out of view of the camera. when you realised how close he was you pulled a chair away from the all beside yours and you sat down. ”oh chat did i mention my boyfriend was joining today?” you gave the camera a cheeky smile, watching as chat was still trying to put the voice to a face.

ted leaned down into frame before he sat down, smiling at the camera with a wave. the moment he sat down, he started a bit. ”do you have audio listeners?”

”no.”

”what a shame.” you rolled your eyes at him before pulling yourself towards the desk to move apps across your monitors. ”shit, almost..” your voice trailed off, neither ted nor your stream heard what you said and while it's easy to ignore chat's pleas, it's a little harder when it's your boyfriend. ”what was that angel?” you hum at him, question in the sound. ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you.”

this wasn't a bit, but it sure as hell was clipped a ton. ”i said,” you began, voice louder than it was most of the time. ”'shit, i almost leaked our discord dms.', happy?”

”very.”

schlatt

your boyfriend's fanbase knew of you, but they didn't know anything about you aside from that schlatt loved you. of course it had to come sooner or later, but after a long talk about the consequences, you'd talked each other into a deal for you to go on his stream with him.

for awhile schlatt streamed and you sat just off camera, looking at your phone and back up at him from time to time. it was something that your best friend had sent you that made you scrunch your face up, and your boyfriend noticed immediately. ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” it was the first time he'd acknowledged you were around on stream and his chat was freaking out. of course it didn't stop you from getting up and slapping his arm. ”ow. you're mean.” he didn't mean it, yet it only made you hit him again before you finally pulled your chair out to sit with him.

once chat had gotten a good look at you and you waved and said hello, schlatt pushed his phone up to the camera before giving it to you. ”hon' that could be us.” it was a picture of two cats; one holding a bong and two vapes while the other held a case of beer. ”j, baby that is us.” now you show the camera the picture of the cats and schlatt takes the opportunity of being hidden to press a quick kiss to your cheek, making you gasp.

”chat did you see that?! did you hear that?!” they all seemed confused as you went off on your tangent, face making the :o while schlatt's mouth twitched up into a smirk, bordering on the grin as you tattled on him to his viewers. ”he kissed me when you guys weren't looking!”

oh boy did twitter have a fun time over analysing the clip of the short kiss sound, trying to figure out if it was true.

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