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cookierunauprompts · 4 months

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OOO I have another one that came to me in a dream! Basically the kingdom yn lives in hosts a ball which anyone can attend and yn let's say they're a maid/Butler attends and shadow milk (I'm obsessed with him right now) asks them for a dance and as they're chatting while dancing the yn notices that shadow milk knows a bit more about them than he should and as the dancing goes on he becomes more dominant practically not letting yn step in their own two cookie feet! And as the music stops a dread suddenly dread enters the dance floor and the only thing yn remembers happening after that is shadow milk leaning down to their shoulder and whispering something before they passed out.

bestie you are literally tickling my silly brain right now, also i may have diverged from the prompt a bit and just made the thing a whole little fic instead of a prompt like I'm supposed to be doing.

Request Prompt #8 - 💓

Reader is fem btw, popping this one under a cut because it is LONG

" Princess- No, Reader Cookie. Do you even realize how foolish you're being right now?" Your best friend and private advisor warned as they followed you around your room. " You father explicitly forbade you from going to the ball tonight! if he recognizes you there then I fear you may never leave your room again!" " He can't just expect me to miss out on every important social event until he deems me 'worthy enough to be queen'!" You argue back, already grabbing your masquerade mask and dress. " Besides, my mask is enchanted! There's no way he'll know it's me." You said, holding up your supposedly enchanted mask. " I wasn't aware of how far you planned this... to even sneaking out to purchase a dress for the ball beforehand." Your advisor mumbled in an exasperated manner, you simply just nodded along with their words. Truthfully, you'd gotten the dress and mask as a secret gift upon your windowsill one day. you'd originally planned to sneak out as a waiter... but actually partaking in the festivities sounded a lot more fun. " Oh calm down Crab Claw Cookie," You giggled. " It'll all be fine, I'm still a queen-to-be no matter what my father says. I am his only child after all, and it's not like anyone will be marrying him anytime soon." You spoke with a dismissive wave of your hand, you could still feel Crab Claw Cookie's worried eyes upon you, but you'd be fine, right? Plus, there was that odd dream you had a few days ago. A strange, shadowy cookie had appeared in the darkness, offering to give you your freedom in exchange for what you valued most. You had accepted, not thinking much of it at the time, but now that you thought about it... the dress had appeared once you woke up. And then there was the fact he'd said that he'd come to collect the other part of the deal at a later date. You shook your head, you should just continue to get ready. You have a night of freedom to attend to!

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The ball was in full swing, and yet here you were sitting off to the side. Why weren't you on the dance floor dancing away with the other cookies? Simple, you were completely unprepared for this kind of event! Because of your father and his overbearing nature, he never allowed you to attend any social events when you were younger. You must have gotten so used to your isolation that you had no idea how to actually interact with real people...! Crab Claw Cookie's social interaction simulations paled in comparison to the real thing... And maybe you were scared of your father noticing and recognizing you in the crowd. In short, you were completely lost. " Oh?" You here a voice speak, and looking next to you you can see a Cookie in quite the fancy blue and black suit, his white and blue haired mostly combed back into a sophisticated style while some covered his left eye. The eye that was uncovered was a rather nice shade of blue, like the ocean illuminated by the light of the full moon, or perhaps a blue moon? The mysterious cookie smiled at you, and you took note that it was rather cat-like. " What's a lovely girl like you doing over here on your own? Shouldn't you be having fun and dancing like the rest of the cookies here?" He asked with a tilt of his head, the playful grin never leaving his face for a moment. You hesitated before you let out a sigh, deciding to air your grievances to the stranger. Because isn't everyone a stranger at a masquerade ball? And yet, there was something familiar about him... " It's just that... I've never had the chance to go to a proper ball before. And now that I'm here, I have no idea what to do..." " Is that so?" The cookie mused with a hum, soon extending his hand after a moment. " Well, why not come dance with me? I can show you the ropes if you don't know how~" He offered, his expectant gaze imploring you to take his hand. So, and almost without question, you place your hand in his. Letting him lead you to the dance floor. The waltz was pretty simple, the music changing to signify that the current song was meant to be waltzed to. You knew how to waltz, but you still let him take the lead despite the fact that you( if only slightly) were the taller of your pair. It wouldn't hurt to strike some quiet conversation, right?

" It's so... odd." You mutter, your soft words having caught the ear of the cookie you were dancing with. " Hm? What is?" He asked, staring up into your masked eyes. Something about his gaze felt as if he were searching your very soul... But that was just a weird feeling, it was nothing. " It's just that..." You look down at your feet, yet a subtle movement from your partner caused you to make eye contact with him once again. " Who are you? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before..." You mumbled to the amusement of the other. " My dear Little Star, are we not at a masquerade ball? We aren't supposed to know who the other attendees are." He said with a chuckle, leading you further into the dance. You felt like you've heard someone call you that before, but where? You aren't sure. Are you even dancing anymore? It feels more like you're being puppeteered. You took a quick glance around, you weren't sure if the people watching you were anything more than shadows. " Princess," your partner begins, and your attention snapped back to him almost instantly like a dog hearing their favorite toy squeak. " You do know that you should keep your eyes on your partner while you're dancing, right~?" He hummed with a light giggle, taking your hands in his own. The music has stopped, in fact, you weren't even sure when it had. The entire ballroom was blanketed in shadows, the people you saw no more than silhouettes painted with glowing blue eyes. You felt like you were dreaming, hell, even your eyelids felt heavy as you continued to sway to the command of your partner. Soon enough, you lost your footing, collapsing into the other cookie's arms as you struggled to stay conscious. You could hear the cookie let out a slow, almost villainous chuckle. " Oh princess~ I've come for your half of the bargain~" He purred into your ear, leaving that as the last thing you heard before passing out.

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" Sire! Terrible news!" A pair of castle knights hollered, interrupting the king's morning. Reader Cookie hadn't even bothered to come down for dinner the prior night, even though he ended the ball early just to make time for her. If she kept up this pettiness then she would never be fit for the role of queen. " Yes?" He gruffly spoke, " Get on with it. Has another rebel group formed to usurp my throne? Is it an escaped Prisoner? It doesn't matter, we can handle all of those things." He said with a dismissive wave of his hand. " You don't understand sire!" The other knight cut in, stepping in front of the first knight. " It's Reader Cookie, she's gone missing!" It was as if a fuse had gone off inside the king's head. " WHAT!?" He yelled, almost spitting out his coffee. " What are you standing around for? Find her immediately! Her misbehavior will not be tolerated in this kingdom!" He barked out the order, with the knights saluting him and immediately running off to get to work. He slumped back into his throne, Reader Cookie was well above the age to know that her behavior was vastly unfit to be queen. Then, he heard it, that witches forsaken giggle that slowly turned into a cackle. " My my! It seems like your little princess has run off, your majesty!" The voice the laughter belonged to said in a mocking tone, with a certain jester stepping out from the shadows. " What a shame, truly!" " Shadow Milk Cookie." The king hissed, glaring at the jester with searing hatred. " You should know that you, nor any of the other beasts, are not welcome in this or any other kingdom!" He hollered, pointing directly at the beast. " Oh, your coldness wounds my heart..." He sighed dramatically, putting a hand over wherever his heart was supposed to be. " But, if you're going to be so rude, then I might as well just... not tell you what's happened to Reader Cookie." He smiled smugly, knowing that the King was falling right into his trap. " You! What have you done to my daughter?!" The king roared with frustration, which only caused Shadow Milk to laugh even more. " I swear, if you've hurt her then-!" " Then what?" Shadow Milk said with a sickening grin. " What will you do, your majesty? You and I both know that you've cared more about your kingdom than you do her, you just want her back because she's the only blood heir to the throne." He cackled at the revelation, and the horror dawning upon the king's face. " But if you want to prove me wrong... Then give up your kingdom, and I'll make sure she's safely returned." He proposed, eyes glinting with delight as he saw the hesitation in the king's stance. Oh how he loved to watch as cookies tried to decipher whether he was telling them the truth or not, not a single one had managed to catch him in a lie before it was already far too late. Such are the perks of practically embodying deceit, he supposed. He turned on his heel, waving goodbye to the king. " I'll give you a day to think it over. Either give up your kingdom and have your daughter returned to you... Or fail her for the last time, and live with the guilt." He left without another word, fading back into the shadows.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run au prompts #crk #shadow milk cookie #cr kingdom #beast yeast #cookie run x reader #shadow milk cookie x reader #in case you're wondering whether Shadow Milk was lying to the king or not... He was telling a white lie #Reader cookie is fine btw. She's chilling in Shadow Milk's domain #might make a continuation later...#might also draw?? from this au?? who knows

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mynameismckenziemae · 6 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter XV

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Hotter than Hell

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: mutual masturbation, pretending to be into your BFF to tease your men…so queerbaiting I guess? Sending dirty pictures, unintentional orgasm denial, etc.

Three days pass in radio silence and it’s killing you. Sunny does her best to keep you distracted but she works 12-hour shifts with virtually no phone access.

10 PM on Thursday, you finally get a text.

Bradley: Hey, sweetheart. Sorry to text instead of call, but I’m sharing a room with Bobby and it’s lights out, so we’re both stuck in here. How’re you?

You laugh, knowing what he’s hinting…Please don’t turn me on right now.

Rowan: It’s okay, I understand. I’ll send you my dirty pictures next time. I’m good, just missing you. How are you?

Bradley: Can’t fucking wait. I haven’t gotten off since we left. They’ve been running us ragged. I’m so tired. Bob doesn’t cuddle like you. He’s all ‘Get off me…’ Why are you hard?’

Rowan: LOL, why do I feel like you’re not kidding though?

Bradley: …

Bradley: Kidding. Seriously, Sunny would kill me if I touched Bob (and didn’t let her watch).

Rowan: Wow…same though.

Bradley: Oh yeah?

Rowan: Definitely. I’d be ticked if I missed you getting dicked down by Bob. 😏

Bradley: No, it’d be the other way around. I’d be doing the dicking-downing or whatever.

Rowan: Not a chance. 😂

Bradley: Wow.

Bradley: Damn it, times up. Hopefully, it won’t be too long before we talk again. Love you, see you soon.

Rowan: I love you too, get some sleep.😘

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Even though Bradley keeps a tidy home, you spend Saturday doing a deep clean. You find some photo albums in the attic when you bring a box of your things up, not sure yet if you want to donate it yet or not.

Tears fill your eyes as you flip through the photos. There’s one of Carole holding teeny-tiny Bradley in the hospital, tired but glowing. The next one has the tears spilling over—Nick’s holding him, terrified but excited. You laugh at the one of Bradley on his first birthday, frosting all over his face and curly hair, grinning at the camera.

Your smile falls a few pages later when you see Bradley alone in front of his dad’s coffin, saluting. You turn the page, a wave of nausea hitting you imaging your own child in the same position. The next photo is at least a year or two later and you swallow your sob, knowing Carole was probably so devastated and overwhelmed trying to take care of herself and Bradley that capturing memories with pictures wasn’t even a thought in her mind.

You decide that’s enough for now and put everything back where it was and head back downstairs to finish cleaning.

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Sunny picks you up on Sunday for brunch and wedding discussions. She and Bob picked a date next fall back in Minnesota when the leaves should be at their peak color.

Sunny snorts as you show her your conversation from the other night with Bradley about her and Bob. “Agreed. Bradley would definitely be the one bottoming.”

After eating and a few drinks, you both decide to shop off your slight buzz (in truth, neither of you wants to go back to an empty house).

“Ooo, let’s stop here, I want to pick something pretty up for under my bridesmaid dress for Jake and Nat’s wedding,” Sunny says, opening the door to a fancy lingerie boutique.

You laugh, but follow her in. Never should’ve let Sunny have that second tequila sunrise.

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Maybe shopping wasn’t a good idea, you think as Sunny tosses items at you to try on.

There are only two fitting rooms and one is occupied so you share the vacant one as it’s roomy enough for two, and the girl at the counter barely looked up from her phone when you walked in.

It’s pretty in the dressing room; walls painted a dark burgundy, accented with a baroque chair and flattering lighting.

“You know what would be fun? To send the boys some sexy pictures of us together in here. I’ll put this little robe on for the ones we sent to Bradley and you can for the ones I send to Bob…?” Sunny asks in a whisper, checking her reflection in the mirror.

Apparently, tequila does more to Sunny than make her clothes fall off. But…it’s not a bad idea. Bradley would lose his mind.

“I like the way you think” you whisper back with a wink.

Sunny wears white, while you’re in black

You take a few photos of her alone; your favorite is her kneeling, eyes closed and your manicured thumb is pressing on her bottom lip. She then does the same for you.

“Go bend over that chair, arch your back, look over your shoulder at me….yeah like that, bite your lip now. Perfect! Bradley is going to die. Look at that butt!” She whispers excitedly, showing you what she snapped.

Next, you set your phone on the shelf and hit the timer for the ones of you together.

You put on your robe and then start behind her, one hand on her lower stomach, the other skimming her cleavage, eyes half-lidded on each other. You step around to her side, hands still on her body as you press your lips to her neck. A few more positions and then you switch; you drop your robe as she dons hers.

You start off the same way, her hands skimming over your body, she takes it a hair further and puts her fingertips in the tops of the lacy underwear, “Hey, buy my dinner first.” She snorts, causing you to laugh.

You take a few more, lips almost brushing in a near kiss before turning to her side and rotating you around, so your ass is to the camera. You bite your lip to not laugh as she squeezes a handful of your ass. “I’m straight but your ass is making me question things.” She whispers before delivering a hard open hand smack to your cheek.

“Jesus, Sun,” you whisper, trying not to laugh too loud, “You’re gonna get us kicked out!”

“Nah we’re fine. Wait, don’t move. I’m gonna take a picture of my handprint.”

You can’t help but laugh, and let her, knowing Bradley will like it.

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You both end up buying what you had on for your impromptu photo shoot and a few things more. The girl at the counter didn’t comment on the fact that you were both in the same fitting room for 45 minutes; you weren’t sure she even noticed.

You two sit in the car and go through the pics, giggling as you send them to her.

“I’m not sure I should even send these…” Sunny laughs as she pulls out of the parking lot.

“What?! Why not? It was your idea!”

“I’m kidding. I’m so sending them. I may regret it though when I can’t walk the day after Bob gets home.”

You laugh. “Same.”

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Later, you smile as you hit send, hoping you don’t have to wait too long before you can talk again.

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“Your 2 hours start now!” Cyclone yells.

Bradley heads to the common room, giving Bob privacy in their bunk room for the first hour. His phone is vibrating nonstop, incoming messages all coming in at once as it powers on.

Sitting on a chair, he pulls out his phone and scans the room—nearly empty save for a few others scattered around.

Rowan: Dirty pictures as requested, featuring a special guest.

What the…oh my fucking God, Rowan, he thinks as he clicks on the first picture of you, his cock hardening in an instant.

He slowly flips through them, looking you over in pretty lingerie, nearly swallowing his tongue as he sees one of you bent over the chair, looking at him so innocently over your shoulder, worrying your lip between your teeth.

He discreetly adjusts (palms) himself as he finds the first one with your “special guest”.

It’s his oldest friend clad in a silky robe. Sunny’s a beautiful woman, but he’s never been attracted to her.

There is definitely something attractive about the way she’s touching you though, skimming her fingers over your breasts. Holy shit, her fingers are almost in your panties.

He groans at the next one but covers it (poorly) with a cough. Sunny’s got a handful of your perfect ass. You’re looking at each other’s lips like you’re about to kiss.

His cock twitches and precum leaks as he swipes to the final one. A close-up of Sunny Girl’s handprint on your butt, the red a stark contrast to the pale skin.

40 minutes later he realizes he could’ve been talking to you this whole time.

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You reach for your phone as a text comes through.

Bradley: Your pictures had me so distracted I forgot I could text you for the last 40 minutes.

You laugh as you type a response.

Rowan: Sorry?

Bradley: Don’t be. You are the most breathtakingly beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, hot, woman I’ve ever seen.

Bradley: Sorry, that wasn’t even remotely smooth, lol. I don’t even know what to say. All the blood from my head is in my dick, which is gonna fall off soon if I don’t get to jerk off.

Rowan: Lol, thank you. You’re always smooth. 😉Wait, you still haven’t been able to? It’s been almost a week.

Bradley: No. Shared bunk rooms, shared showers, shared fucking everything. There’s always someone around. We have phones until 9 so Bob’s in there now, we’re gonna switch at 8.

Rowan: 11 minutes and you’ll be able to. I’ll even let you watch me.

Bradley: I can’t fucking wait. Is the vibrator charged? I want to see you use it.

Rowan: Yep, charged it after I used it last night.

Bradley: Oh, don’t even say that. I’m gonna end up jizzing in my pants.

Rowan: Again? 😬

Bradley: Ha. Ha. So fucking funny. 🙄

Rowan: I thought so. ☺️

Bradley: I’m heading back, I’ll call you in a few.

Rowan: Can’t wait.

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A red-faced Bob is coming out just as Bradley approaches the door.

“Sunny send you pictures too I take it?” Bradley asks.

“Yeah. Never thought I’d be okay seeing someone else touch her but…Jesus Christ,” Bob says, running his fingers through his hair. Bradley’s never seen him flustered like this.

“Yeah, I hear ya,” Bradley says, slapping him on the shoulder as he walks into their room, locking the door behind him.

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You answer on the first ring, grinning when you see his handsome face and bare chest.

“Poor Bob looked like he was put through the wringer” is the first thing Bradley says, smiling when he sees you.

“Hey, it was Sunny’s idea…after we had tequila sunrises with brunch” you laugh, “I wore a robe for the ones she sent to him, just like one she wore” you assure him.

“Eh, I wasn’t worried. We share everything else nowadays.” He jokes, winking at you.

“Oh yeah, Sunny and I talked about it and she agrees, by the way. You’d definitely bottom if you two were to get together.”

He scoffs, offended. “Whatever.”

“Sorry babe, you just give off that submissive vibe” you tease.

“I’ll show you submissive.” He says, changing his tune, “Get naked. Now.”

“Yes sir,” you reply sarcastically but oblige.

You set your phone on the nightstand and strip quickly before flipping back on the bed.

“Good girl,” he says lowly, and a shiver crawls up your spine. “Now tease those pretty nipples for me. Yeah, like that. Pinch ‘em too…good.” He tells you, his voice rough. You can hear he’s starting to touch himself too.

“I wanna see all of you, baby, please?” You ask, still playing with your nipples.

“Yeah, hang on,” he says, setting this phone above him so you can see more of his stomach and his hand stroking his erection.

You sigh as you watch him. Out of all the things you’ve done together, this is the first time you’ve watched each other masturbate.

“Your body is incredible Bradley,” you say, fingers now circling your clit. You pick up the vibrator from the nightstand, turn it on, and replace your fingers with it. “God, just look at you.”

He groans, hating and loving your words. He’s so worked up from not cumming in a week, especially after getting off at least twice daily in the 10 days before deploying.

“Row, fuck, I’m sorry but I’m close already. I want you to get there first. Can you do that?” He pants, cheeks ruddy as he fists himself.

“Yeah, I’ll try,” you say, pushing two fingers in and pushing the vibrator setting higher. “I can’t wait to have you inside me,” you whine, curling your fingers and finding your G-spot.

“I’m almost there-almost…I-I…” you can’t finish your sentence as your orgasm hits you, whimpering as you do. It feels so good but it’s not the same without him here.

You notice he’s quiet you catch your breath, not yet able to open your eyes. “Bradley, did you cum?”

No response. You open your eyes and your phone is black. You pick it up and turn the screen on.

The call was disconnected.

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“Row? Can you hear me?” Bradley pants, so so so close as the screen going black.

“Are you still there? Fuck!” He growls, picking up his phone to call you back. But it’s no use. ‘No service’ is all that comes up when he tries.

He hears frustrated voices in the hall, so he’s not the only one affected. He looks down at his throbbing erection and sighs before pulling his pants back on, hoping to find out what’s going on so he can call you back.

Bob is about to knock as he opens the door.

“Something was detected on sonar, so they cut the phones early. I got a text out to Sun before mine went, I’m sure she’ll let Row know.”

“Thanks, man”, he says flopping back on his bunk, reciting the flight manual in his head to get his cock back under control.

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A/N: I hope the queerbaiting doesn’t offend anyone—if you read Sunny’s story, you’ll see that she (like Rowan) gets off on teasing her man and loves turning him on at inappropriate times (can you tell I like it too?) I am pro-LGBTQI.

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of-many-fandomss · 1 year

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Ooo can I please request a Tangerine x fem!reader Valentine’s request? Where she is Tan’s gf and Tan and Lem’s partner, and all three are really close. Y/n saves him from dying on the Bullet Train, and he proposes to her while still on the train, Y/n of course saying yes, but also being like, “You chose to ask me this NOW?? You almost died??”🥺🥺🧡🧡

This is so adorable

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The man was pointing a gun at your boyfriend, and you saw red.

Nothing else in the world mattered as you charged towards him at full speed. The only thought on your mind was that you had to save Tangerine. No matter what.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, you tackled him sideways, making him lose his balance and fire the gun, but it missed its original intended target of your boyfriends head.

Still, it grazed him in the side, but he would be fine. You both knew he had lived through much worse and this was merely a scratch compared to all those things.

Quickly, you delivered one swift kick to the man’s head, effectively knocking him out, and you barely even registered a young girl you didn’t know take off down and out of the cart.

Immediately, you dropped down to your boyfriends side, ignoring his spewing of curses, and began to examine his wound.

Sighing softly in relief, you ripped off part of your lower pants and used it to apply pressure to the graze, “You’ll be fine,” You reassured him, “We’ll just get it bandaged after we get off of this goddamned train.”

He groaned, shifting his body so that he was leaning upright against the wall and he slowly opened his eyes to look up at you.

“Hey there, love,” He greeted casually, “How’s it going?”

You rolled your eyes, “You need to stop making light of these kinds of situations.” You scolded.

“What kinds of situations?” He leaned his head teasingly to the side.

“The ones where you almost died.” You hummed.

“Oh, I see. I’ll just sit here cryin’ about how I almost got my fuckin’ brains blown out. Is that what you want, eh?” There was a playfulness in his tone that you had the privilege of knowing that he only used with you.

You hummed mockingly, “Yeah, that’s it.”

The two of you fell silent, you tending to his wound and him studying your every move with a look of adoration that could easily make your heart melt into a puddle of goo.

“Hey, love?”

“Yeah?” You were looking at what you were doing, not up at him.

“Look up at me for a second?” He requested politely.

You did just that, eyes widening and heart stopping at what you saw.

It was a ring. He was holding a ring.

“I love ya so goddamn much, ya know that?” He began to ramble, “And I wanted to wait till after this mission at some fancy ass restaurant that I would’ve booked for us since it’s Valentine’s Day, but I just can’t wait any longer. I’ve been carryin’ around this fuckin’ thing for months, waitin’ for the right time, but I don’t want to wait anymore because I want to have-“ He cut himself off and took a deep breath, “Love, will you marry me?”

Of course you would marry him. Of course you would.

“Is this really the best time to ask this?” Perhaps the state of shock that you were in was what compelled you not to be able to say anything else.

He flashed that devastatingly handsome grin of his in your direction, “What better time?” He asked uncharacteristically softly.

“Yes,” Tears of joy had begun to fill your eyes and leak down your face, “Yes, yes, yes. God, yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

Tangerine grinned wider than you had ever seen him and he barely had time to slip the ring on your finger before you had thrown yourself at him, kissing him hard and throwing your arms around his neck. Yet, still careful of his injury.

“Good,” He grinned when you pulled away slightly, “Had me worried there for a second.”

#valentines day event #tangerine x reader #tangerine blurb #bullet train blurb

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deepperplexity · 6 months

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Prompt: 12. Giver Of Gifts [D2]

Pairing: Gruber x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Countryside resort near Darlington

Continuation of: RICKMAS2022 prompts 14. Icy roads & 15. Frosty Glass and RICKMAS2023 Prompt 11. Imperfect Holiday

A/N: Hi darlings! I know I’m a day late, well, like 11 hours late, but my daughter needed me a little extra yesterday (nothing bad, she was just very cuddly and wanting to be literally on me) so when I got har to sleep I was so exhausted I couldn’t finish the fic. It’s a long one 😂 But here it is! And I’ll get today’s fic up later as well, don’t worry! I feel super creative and rested today so I’m going at full speed! 😍👏 But, this is the last fic of Hans and Anna-Louise. It’s been one of the hardest serial fics I’ve ever written, it takes so much with the language use and all that but I have had such a good time writing for these two! I really hope you’ll enjoy this one and how it all turns out in the end 🥰❤

Tags/TW’s: Light One Bed Trope, Kissing, Cudlding, Hugging, Being Left Behind, Secret Identity, Secrets, Self-Doubt, Finding One's Own Value, Gift Giving, Being Spoiled/Cared For, Criminality, Unlawful Actions, Falling In Love, Confessions Of Feelings, Indicates Hazardous Situations, Second Hand Revealing Of Secrets, Worrying, Charity, Fluff, Angst, H/C, Reassurance

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Our lips parted, my first ever good kiss. Fabulous, wonderful, perfect kiss. And it was with him, the man who not only saved my life and held impromptu therapy sessions over muffins but who also saw me and heard me — a man who I deeply felt cared for me, truly. To kiss him was… a trip. A real trip of every sensation my body was able to feel and no sooner had it ended than I wished to do it again.

“Schnuki, don’t doubt my want of you, or how special I think you are,” he whispered, it came out thick and heavy in his dark rumble of a voice. “I will spoil you in any and all ways I see fit, understand me?” he continued. “I— You are something else, Hans…” He chuckled at that and kissed my forehead in that gentle manner of his tightly groomed beard gentle but firm against my skin. That kiss only felt even sweeter now that I knew how urgently and intensely he could kiss my lips.

“Tell me you understand,” he urged. “I-, I think I understand. It’s difficult for me, I can’t really understand why me, and how it became me, but I’m bloody happy about it either way, is that alright?” I asked, my cheeks burning once more, perhaps I’ll evolve second-degree burns with this amount of blushing? Or I’ll need to chug water, all this warmth will leave me dehydrated. “That’s alright, I’ll make you understand in due time.”

There was a knock at the door and Hans slid out of my grasp. “Go put those on,” he said, pointing to the pyjama set of silk still on the bed. I nodded and grabbed them, heading to the bathroom just as he opened the door and I heard the bell boy announce that he was room service.

When I came back, dressed in the fabulous silk that made me feel wrapped in a cloud, Hans sat on the bed with a tray atop the covers with two covered plates, two glasses of orange juice, and a plump-looking blueberry muffin. “Is that for me?” I asked, pointing to the treat. “Yes, thought you could see if this fancy place compares to that little café.” I smiled at him and he patted the bed beside him, I carefully sat down cross-legged and he lifted off the silvery coverings that kept the food warm.

The smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes wafted up my nose — my stomach promptly growled with desperation to have the goodies. “S-sorry…” “My sweet treat, never apologise for any bodily functions with me. If you’re hungry, I’ll give you food. If you’re cold, I’ll offer my coat. If you need a shower, I’ll rent an entire house for one if needed.” I gaped at him while he smiled cheekily at me, it was nearly a smirk yet not quite. “Ooo-kay,” I said, prolonging the word far more than necessary, but what was I to say to that?

Hans pushed a fork toward me. “Eat, then we sleep.” I didn’t hesitate. Is tarted in on the bacon and eggs, cutting the long pieces of meat and mixing it with the eggs before topping it with a healthy dose of salt and shoving it into my mouth. The flavour burst atop my tongue and I groaned in appreciation. “Best, eggs and bacon, ever, had,” I mumbled as I chewed. “So good.” “Glad to hear it,” he said and started in on his pancakes, his knife and fork moving with steady precision while mine flew in an uncoordinated manner all over the plate.

When the plates were cleared I chugged the juice. I was full, but that muffin looked bloody tempting and I didn’t want to be ungrateful so I grabbed it and took a huge bite out of it. It was good, not as good as the ones at home but moist and flavourful. “Good?” Hans asked and I nodded. “Really good.” I took another bite while Hans cleared away the tray from the bed. “But not quite as good?” How did he know? I never even really ate the muffin last time, did I? No, no I don’t think I did. I was too wrapped up in him and how he held my hand and talked about how I was being treated, I mean, it’s not Ferdinand’s fault, but I think he was madder at Dad and Sis, then again I could be wrong. I’m often wrong, I guess, I never thought Mum would leave, or that Martha would become a dear friend, least of all I’d skip town with a rich German—

“Schnuki?” “Huh? Hmm? Yeah?” Hans smiled gently at me, stroking back a strand of hair by my cheek and hooking it behind my ear. “Lost in thought?” he asked. “Oh, umh, suppose so,” I said. “How did you know about the muffin?” “That it’s not as good?” I nodded. “It’s all over your face, little treat.” “What?” “You talk quite a bit, and you think even more I believe, but your face says everything one needs really. Just have to look,” he said and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“Sorry…” I mumbled, looking down at my half-finished muffin while fiddling with the striped paper around it. “Don’t be, I quite like how open you are, and willing to share. Not a common thing these days, you know. You’re a rarity.” I scoffed. “That’s for sure. Imagine if everyone blabbers like me? Gosh, blimey, the world would be a headache-inducing verbal madhouse,” I chuckled, yet it made me sad, to be honest. “I’m not talking of others, just you,” Hans said and leaned over to kiss my temple. “Now, time to sleep.”

He went around the room, turning off lights and making sure all doors were locked before he pulled all the curtains while I got comfy in the giant bed — honestly, it was the softest and most comfortable bed I’d ever laid in. Then I bolted upright as the last light went out. There’s only one, just one, he’ll sleep next to me, oh gosh, he’s going to be next to me!

The bed dipped and Hans indeed slipped in under the cover - the single cover that was made for two people. “Schnuki? Aren’t you lying down?” “Oh, umh, yeah, yeah sure am,” I stuttered out and slowly sank down. “I won’t bite,” he whispered right beside me. “Come here.” He pulled me in, his arms securely wrapped around me while my heart galloped in my chest. I’d never shared a bed with anyone, and sharing a bed with Hans was an experience that had me tingly all over.

“My sweet treat,” he hummed and tugged me flush against his front, spooning me. “H-Hans,” I whispered and he hummed a sound of contentment. “I’ve never… Never shared a bed without any bloke,” I continued and he squeezed me even tighter. “What a lucky bloke I am then.” I don’t know, I think maybe I’m the lucky one. Feels like it, feels like I’m getting some Christmas miracle. A man being a miracle, bloody hell that’s a thing I never thought I’d think.

***

I’d fallen asleep way too fast in his arms. I slept all through the night and when morning came I woke up alone. The bed and room were empty. I did what any sane person would, I buried my smiling face in the pillow and kicked my legs under the cover with a giggle erupting from me. Hans, sweet Hans, and he’s with me! Me! Me? Like, what? I swear if I wake up in some snow mound after having slipped and hit my head or whatever nonsense I’ll go straight to whoever runs this show and strangle them.

The door opened, and faint footsteps echoed through the room. Hans probably thought I was asleep still. “Hans?” I asked, peeking out from under the cover, turning my head to not be buried in the pillow. “Scnuki, you’re awake, good,” he said and a second later the curtains were drawn away from the window and balcony door. “Breakfast will be here any minute.” “We really having it out there? It looks bloody cold,” I said while half sitting up. “You’ll be warm with blankets, and I ordered extra coffee. Black.” “Coffee, god, yes please,” I moaned and dragged myself out of bed to go freshen up in the bathroom.

I rummaged around my bag first though, looking for some fresh clothes to wear. “On the chair,” Hans said while pulling away the rest of the curtains while I looked over my shoulder. There were several bags on the chair, so I scurried over only to freeze as I looked into them. Clothes, shoes, gloves, a purse, and all gorgeous and expensive looking if my eyes served me right.

I grabbed a thick white jumper, knitted with little pearls added in a snowfall pattern from the shoulders and over the chest. “Hans-, Hans this is too much, way too much, and expensive. Are you completely bonkers? Gone mad with a Christmas flu or something?” He only chuckled and walked up to me. “You deserve pretty things, nice clothes, warm clothes,” he said and gave my shoulders a squeeze while I looked at the jumper in my hands. It was way, way, way too much.

“Now, get dressed, and we’ll have breakfast.” “But I can’t wear—” “Schnuki, accept my gifts for you.” I looked up at him, his eyes earnest and his features soft as he asked me to simply allow him to spoil me. I’d never been spoiled, or taken cared of, or even cared for . “In silks…” I muttered, remembering his words from yesterday about wanting to come home to me dressed in silk and finery.

I did as he asked, taking the jumper, some really pretty white jeans with a matching belt of cream and gold before nabbing some new underwear and socks as well. I stopped in the bathroom, before closing the door. “How do you know my sizes?” I asked, turning to look at the cheekily smirking man. “I just looked at you,” he said. “You are very easy to look at, my little treat.” I must have blushed scarlet, my skin was on fire once more and a knock at the door saved me from making a fool out of myself.

I felt like a tenner in my new clothes, the full-length mirror in the bathroom gave me the full view and everything fit perfectly, hugging my somewhat straight shape and perfectly complimenting my skin and hair. I’d done it in a side braid to keep it away and not hide the sparkling pearls at the top of the jumper. I didn’t have any make-up, but I never used much more than some powder and mascara anyway.

Hans had set up our breakfast on the balcony when I left the bathroom. He was on the phone again, this time speaking in German and I couldn’t understand a word of it. His voice was perfection in German though, the harsh language only complimenting his deep voice further. Perhaps I should learn German too? Would be neat, not that I need more languages to talk in but it’s nifty to know more than one language.

I sat down on one of the chairs covered in a thick fur and dragged two of the blankets over my legs. “Coat,” Hans said as I was getting comfortable and I looked up. He was indeed looking at me and then nodded toward the room. I grumbled a bit but got up to fetch my jacket, it wouldn’t make much of a difference but it was cold outside.

I stood stock still in the middle of the room. By the door, where his coat had hung before, was a beautiful winter coat. It was wine red with black fur along all hems and a black belt with a golden buckle around the middle. It looked as expensive as his and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how he’d managed to get me so many things in a mere few hours — and we had both been asleep. The amount of money he’d spent had my stomach twisting, but it wasn’t all bad. There was a warmth and joy there too, that I was worth something to him meant the world to me. Even if he showed his care in monetary ways far from my own reality I wasn’t going to just dismiss his chosen way of showing he cared.

I grabbed the coat and put it on while walking back to the balcony. It, too, fit perfectly of course and the lining on the inside was silky smooth and I felt toasty in it — and pretty too. Hans was still on his call but he spun his finger around, asking me to twirl and with another blush across my cheeks I did as he asked. It was really the least I could do. His smile made me smile even wider while I mouthed “thank you”. He nodded and said something harshly in German into the phone while I got back to my chair.

“Take care of it, we have four minutes, that’s it,” he finished in English and snapped the phone shut. “I like when you talk in German,” I blurted out while reaching for my coffee cup. “Is that so?” I nodded. “How come?” he continued. “Sounds very brazen and, I dunno, large? Like, the words sound large, and it suits your voice. Your voice is really good, you know. I like it a lot, I mean, it’s not a common voice, but it’s perfect for you, and I like it,” I blabbered while fidgeting with the blanket with my free hand. “I’m glad to hear it.” “But, what do you have four minutes to do? I heard you say that yesterday too,” I continued without a break and the look on Hans' face stopped my flow of words.

He sat down, adjusting his coat and grabbing his coffee. “How much did you hear yesterday?” he asked, almost too calmly. “Oh, not much, sorry, was it banking stuff I shouldn’t know about? Like about the stock market and stuff? I heard you mention stocks and time stuff, and you look like a banker so I just assumed,” I said, worry blooming in my gut I had done something he would be upset with me over. But he smiled at me, instantly taking away the worry. “It’s alright. Don’t fret,” he said and sipped his coffee. “I’ll tell you in due time, not now though. Now, it’s time to get some food in you.” And feed me he did. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, little cucumber sandwiches, and different cheeses on lightly toasted bread along with some fruits and juice. I ended up absolutely stuffed.

***

I turned off the shower, after having walked about the grounds most of the day I’d felt a need to clean up when we returned to the room after a lovely dinner down at the main restaurant of the country resort. It had been a really wonderful day and Hans hadn’t asked me to shut up once, he actually seemed to enjoy my blabbering. But I didn’t blabber as much with him, there was no need as he listened when I chatted. The man had patience, I’d give him that.

He was on his phone again, but lying on the bed this time while talking in German. He sounded very precise, as if he were giving instructions or something when I came out dressed in my silky pyjama set. He looked at me with a sweet smile before lifting the cover so I could have it over my legs as I sat cross-legged beside him. His hand landed atop my thigh, his finger stroking circles on the inside of it and I felt as if I would go mad with having his hand there.

He barked something into the phone before slamming it shut, tossing it to the foot of the bed. “Idiots,” he muttered before falling back on the pillow. “I’m surrounded by idiots,” he kept going. “Hey, I know I’m not the brightest star in the sky but that’s a bit mean,” I said, a chuckle to my voice. “Not you, schnuki. Never you,” he murmured without looking at me, keeping his eyes closed while he let out a deep sigh.

I scooted down, laying on my side to watch his beautiful profile. Without thinking I reached up and began stroking the tips of my fingers through his lush beard. He hummed and seemed to relax. But that only lasted a few seconds. “I have to leave,” he said. “Leave?” I asked, alarms blaring in my head like bloody hounds after a fox. “For a few days, I would ask you to come with but the situation requires my undivided attention and you steal it most of the time,” he chuckled, as if he’d made some smart remark. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, fearing and wanting the answer. “Stay here, enjoy every luxury, and wait for me.” “In silk?” I teased and he finally looked up at me, a cheeky smile across his thin lips framed by that gorgeous beard I’d a second ago been touching.

He had me on my back a second later, twisting us so he lay between my legs with the cover between our bodies while he kissed me most deeply. Blimey, he really was a fantastic kisser, and every inch of me felt all tingly. I was turning into the giddy schoolgirl stereotype with him, and it felt good to be able to just relax and be.

“Will you wait for me?” he asked against my lips, only half breaking the kiss. “I’ll always wait for you. I don’t think I’m completely daft by thinking there’s something very special between us?” “My sweet treat,” he whispered, pecking my lips once. “You have no idea how special you are to me. One day, perhaps you’ll see, but until then I’ll do everything in my power to show you.” “Bloody hell,” I murmured. “You’re making it impossible not to fall for you, Hans.” “Good,” he said with a smile. “So you’ll wait here for me?” “Yeah, sure, I’ll wait right here, lavishing in silks and eating the best bacon and eggs.” He laughed at that, a deep and throaty sound I couldn’t ever get enough of. To think, all this became possible ‘cus some bloke knocked me over on the sidewalk, it really is quite the hallmark movie setup. Being the main character for once isn’t so bad.

Hans cuddled me for another hour while he asked how I used to celebrate Christmas, but that conversation took a nose-dive and he ended up pissed at how my family had treated me, so, we switched to talking about our favourite things instead. It was too easy talking with him, just being with him, and I didn’t have to wonder if I’d have to repeat myself, he always listened and remembered.

When he was dressing to leave I felt a knot grow in my stomach. There was still so much I didn’t know about him, where he was going and what he was doing were two of those things. But I didn’t ask, it felt like he didn’t want to share that with me yet. And, if he was a banker, perhaps there were some confidentiality issues with him sharing that stuff with me.

“You’ll be back, right?” “I’ll always come back for you, schnuki.” He kissed my forehead after that, stroked my cheek, and left while I remained staring at the door for a long moment. It felt so empty with him gone but he’d left me a little gift on the bedside table he’d instructed me to open once he’d left.

So, once I got out of my daze, I bolted over and grabbed it. I was as curious as a cat and ripped open the envelope only to find a little note and a wad of cash. Like, a whole wad of it. “Spend it all before I return, I dare you, my sweat treat. Oh, Hans, you’re too bloody much!” I laughed while checking just how much I was supposed to spend, I damn near keeled over at the full two grand he’d left behind. How am I supposed to spend two grand in just a couple of days? Can I give it away as tips? I mean, surely servants don’t earn that much and it’s Christmas time too. Would that count as spending it though?

I went to bed wondering where he was going, and what to do with the money he’d left for me, and how rich the man I was falling in love with really was. Thinking of all the gifts, where he had us staying, and now the cash he’d left behind, golly, it nearly made me uncomfortable to think of. I was a nobody, from a nowhere town, with a less-than-desirable place in life. How was I supposed to be in his life, and be what he wanted and needed? Was I enough for him at the end of it all? I still wasn’t quite sure why he liked me so much, then again, I knew very little of him too yet I was sure he was the one for me — so, was it really so silly to think he felt the same?

***

I’d given half of the money away. I just couldn’t spend it on myself. The concierge had been super helpful in ordering a silly-expensive coat for Hans that I used 800 of the 2,000 on and then I’d used about 200 buying some extra room service, and then some 1,000 as tips for the workers and a Secret Santa fund for the children at the Darlington Hospital which the resort had a little tin for with an information pamphlet about it all.

I also ended up buying a Christmas card from the reception that I sent off to Martha, letting her know I’d left and was doing well with the German gentleman she liked so much. I had reminded her to put her teeth in while eating and not give the fat little dog she loved so much too many treats and then ended it all with well-wishes and a Happy Christmas wish too.

I was lounging in bed two days after Hans had left, flicking through the channels on the TV while sipping some hot cocoa. I watched a commercial for dog's teeth and a treat that supposedly helped keep them clean and then the news came on as I sat myself up, cross-legged with my hands wrapped around the mug tightly.

“Tonight, the unfolding of events at a large Newcastle bank left many shocked. Just an hour ago, four men entered while wearing rifles, and in what must be a record-breaking unfolding of events, in a mere three minutes and fifty-six seconds, the vault had been cracked, emptied, and the men had fled the scene. No civilians were harmed, and no shots were fired. The police were at the scene less than a minute after the alarm was pulled, which was not until after the events had passed.” Gosh, it’s Christmas time, who’d rob people around Christmas? I wondered while sipping my coco, watching the screen. “As the police investigate, we have video footage of the men in question. Four white men, neither of their faces being captured on any of the cameras in the bank, but this is what they look like in the available footage.”

There was hot cocoa all over the bed, it had spurted out of my mouth as a silhouette I’d have known anywhere filled the screen along with three others. “FOUR MINUTES!” I shrieked while looking at the blurry image of Hans’ back, his perfect hair and straight shoulder dressed in that beautiful coat of his seemed to damn near burn my eyes. “The police say these men are extremely dangerous, with witnesses claiming three of the men spoke in German we implore all civilians to be wary and if you should see the men in question do not approach. Call the police straight off,” the news lady said further but I could barely hear it.

My mind ran rampant, spinning with all thoughts possible while the news turned to the next event of the evening. My hands cramped around the mug and I couldn’t stop my bloody lip from trembling or my stomach from filling with the sensation of dread. I’d been a daft muppet. A stupid, blabbering, silly-nilly living in a delulu world where rich German men who cared and listened were honest bankers and no danger to the world at all. Bloody hell! I’m in love with a criminal! I stuttered out a breath, one of my hands covering my mouth. “I’m in love… with a bank robber,” I whispered while I cried silent tears of hurt and worry.

I paced the length of the room for several minutes while trying to shut my mind up. The thoughts were an endless barrage of anxiously hurt and worried words I couldn’t stop. I tried in every manner possible to figure out what the bloody hell to do, how it all had gone to pot, how I wasn’t running toward a better life with an honest man who spoils and pampers me — no, no I was running away from an honest life to be with a bloody bank robber who I knew absolutely nothing about! “God, I’m so fucking stupid!”

The clock struck midnight, and still I paced. Back and forth, back and forth. My mind was in shambles but worse than that, my heart hurt and all my feelings were screwing themselves over to be at the center of attention. Why do I just want to crawl up in his arm, talk it alllll out and have him make it sound sane? Have I lost my marbles? Gone mad? Why am I not legging it right out of here?!

I fell asleep while tossing and turning, trying to make sense of my thoughts, arguing against myself — I mean, I hadn’t exactly seen his face or anything, but I knew it was Hans on that news channel. I knew it. Yet I fell asleep with the final thought of wanting him to hold me and make it all make sense.

***

I was a wreck. Everything was topsy-turvy. I had my bag packed but never left. I’d almost called a cab, yet I never did. I swore myself blue over having spent the money he had left — money I could have used to leave, hide, run away, and never speak a word of any of it ever again. Ha! Sure, as if I could ever keep my mouth shut.

I glared at the fire in the hearth of the room, I wasn’t unfamiliar with keeping a fire going to stay warm so stoking it and lighting it had been no issue. The warmth, that was another thing altogether. I felt cold to my bones, even if I was tingly warm on the outside. My nose was even slightly dusted with sweat from sitting so close to the roaring fire beyond the glass doors. The room was sweltering, the air a bit bad given how much oxygen the fire consumed, and I felt a bit dizzy, to be honest, but I couldn’t make myself move.

It had been three days since I saw the news. I’d gone over every bloody detail of everything since I met Hans several times. Especially the phone calls he’d been on. I could no longer go to delulu land and pretend it wasn’t him, I knew it was, there was no other explanation. How bloody perfect this is. The bank robber and the blabbering missy who can’t keep her mouth shut. He won’t come back to me, will he? How could he ever trust my blabbering mouth? We don’t even know each other! But that thought didn’t sit right with me.

After everything that had happened, I was wholly in love with the annoyingly handsome bloke with his charming smiles and cheeky smirks. No matter how silly that was, how stupid it made me, I couldn’t make myself leave when there was even a small chance he’d return for me. And what then? Hmm? Pretend you don’t know? Keep quiet about his secret so he won’t think you’ll blabber? Come on, Lulu… And why am I calling myself that god-awful name?!

“What the— Schnuki!” Hans' hands were on me the next second, I hadn’t even had time to turn my head when his voice filled the room. “Hans?” I asked, feeling disoriented and half-asleep. “What are you doing?!” His hands left me and he ran through the room in a blur of a grey coat. He threw the balcony doors open wide. Cold, crisp air flooded the room and I blinked rapidly.

He was on me the next second. “Up, up,” he said but then grabbed me and hoisted me up bridal style before carrying me out on the balcony. I inhaled with a gasp, feeling all the drowsiness disappear and my vision cleared while a string of curses (it sounded like) left Hans’ mouth, spoken in German before he sat me down on my feet.

His hands grabbed my warm face, the sweat now chilled by the December air. “Are you insane?” he asked in a rush while his eyes searched mine. “I was cold,” I managed to push out while my head ran away with me — all my thoughts coming back with a rush. “You could have died,” he snarled before tugging me close and wrapping me in his arms. Blimey, he smelled so good. Felt so infuriatingly good to be close to. “So could you,” I whispered. “What?” “Mr Bank Robber,” I only said, feeling too tired to deal with any of it now that he was finally back with me.

He stiffened all around me. “You know,” he hummed darkly, his voice far harsher than ever before. “Hard to miss when you were on the news.” “You recognised me from that ?” he asked, leaning back to look at me with widened eyes. “Pffth, I’d know you anywhere.” “Should I be worried or flattered?” “I don’t know, are you leaving me behind ‘cus I talk too much and you feel like you can’t trust me after everything I’ve trusted you with? Including leaving everything behind after meeting you only twice and knowing absolute piss about you?” My words turned angry, fearful really. “Schnuki, calm down for me,” Hans hushed gently, his features softening once more while he looked down at me as I shook in his arms.

He kissed my forehead. “You shouldn’t tell a woman to calm down, has the opposite bloody effect, ya’ know…” He chuckled at that. “I only said so because you feel very anxious, feel free to go off on me anytime you like, little treat. I don’t mind it.” “Sure, bet you're used to having people screaming at you and around you and blurting out nonsense in the heat of the moment.” “You never speak nonsense, don’t say such a thing,” he admonished. “But I do need to know if my secret is safe with you?” “Pffth, as if I could ever say anything to anyone that wouldn’t be good for the man I... You’re a foul git sometimes, you know that?” “Hmm? How so?” “Leaving me here while going out to rob—” “Inside,” Hans said, interrupting me. Course, right, inside, talking about bank robbing on the balcony where anyone can hear is stupid and dangerous, wow, gosh, I’m fucking this right up from the first minute. Stellar job, Lulu. Stellar job…

Hans closed the door behind us and swiftly grabbed my hand to lead me to the bed. He sat me down before closing the vent to the fire, smothering the flames to near embers, and then sat next to me while taking my hand in his once more. I stared at him, and he looked at me.

After a minute of silence, my tears began to flow. “You’re leaving me behind, aren’t you?” “Tell me why I’m a foul git sometimes,” he countered while squeezing my hand. I snivelled and took a deeper breath. “You just left me here, while going off to rob a giant national bank without a word about it. What if you’d been killed? Or captured? Or just hurt, or whatever? I would have just been bloody sitting her until they would have kicked me out for lack of reservation and money. You just left me behind without a bloody word!”

Hans looked at me, a baffled expression taking over his handsome face. “That’s what I’m a foul git for?” “No. You’re a foul git sometimes ‘cus you don’t talk to me. I talk to you all the time, about everything that pops into my head almost.” I glared at him, but it was hard with the tears and snivelling. “But I know nothing of you, like, not a bloody thing. Are you even German?” I asked, daring him to lie to me with my eyes but he just chuckled. “Schnuki, my sweet treat, my little bean spiller,” he said while tugging me closer. “I’m very much German. And you’re a delightful surprise, know that?” I scrunched up my face, swiping at my cheeks. “What?” “I was going to tell you, in due time. I mean, can’t really continue hoaxing you. You’d want to know about the money, my trips, my never staying in one place for long, and such things, no?” I nodded. “Yet here you are, a snivelling mess bawling about me not telling you from the very first moment I’m an international criminal, a successful one mind you,” he said with cheek to his voice and a smirk I couldn’t help but chuckle at.

Hans turned slightly, making us nearly come face to face on the bed. “I knew you were special the moment I met you. Just something about you,” he said and my shoulders softened at the sweet words. “Didn’t think you’d be quite this sweet and understanding, but I’m glad to have been wrong for once.” “You’re not getting out of this by sweet-talking me, spill the tea. All of it. If I’m going to follow an international criminal all over the bloody globe I’ll be damned if I don’t know everything, ‘kay?” I said, feeling as if the world had turned upside down. “I won’t let you leave me behind like everyone else. You’ve ruined any chance of that with everything you’ve done and said so far, I don’t want to be the abandoned puppy anymore.”

Hans kissed my knuckles, letting his lips stroke over them a bit before he lowered our hands again. It sent a shiver down my spine and I really had gone completely bonkers because of him. Not any worse a life than what I had, better even perhaps. Always wanted to see the world, maybe I’ll get to do just that now, even if it is with a criminal, I’ll be safe. I know it. “A dime for your thoughts?” I smiled at the wrongful expression. “Just thinking about seeing the world and being safe, I think I’ll be more safe with you than anyone else.” “An international criminal?” “Well, yeah, sure, but you’re not just any criminal, are you? I mean, obviously it’ll be harrowing and less than fun at times, I’m sure you’re not always staying in posh settings like these,” I said, waving my hand about the room while Hans nodded reluctantly.

“But still, I think you’ll keep me safe, won’t you?” “Always, my sweet treat.” “And, I haven’t recalled a single lie you’ve told, that I know of at least.” “Never lied to you.” “Yeah, I know, and that makes me feel better about this whole thing. I mean, not your fault I didn’t press on the whole bank man thing, right? And besides, you treat me like… like I mean the world to you and you’re always listening, and talking to me like you’ve really heard what I said and you’re very caring, and sweet, and just, yeah, good, you know? It’s not like—” Hans kissed me at that, interrupting my blabbering that had turned faster with each word as my anxiety and need to explain myself as fully as possible shot through the roof.

He stopped my scrambling thoughts and kissed me until I was relaxed once more. “Didn’t mean to stop you from talking, you’re free to talk as much as you need, but you were getting too anxious, schnuki.” “T-Thank you,” I exhaled. “You’re right, I just… Just need to explain myself. I always feel a need to explain myself.” “I understand.” “Yeah, no, sure, I know you do, I’m just sorry I can’t stop myself, I know you understand, and you don’t mind, and all that, and I’m really grateful for— Oh, right, you know, sorry…” Hans chuckled at my embarrassed smile and stroked my cheek once more with his warm hand.

“Do you want to join me, then?” he asked, no pressure to it, just genuine wondering. “If you don’t mind.” “I want nothing else than have you with me at all times possible.” “Then yes, yes, please. I want to be with you, Hans.” “And I with you, but we’ll have to work on that anxiety of yours. Sometimes you’ll have to be on your own, but I will always come back for you.” “Promise?” “I promise.”

He held me tight, kissing the top of my head while I drew a deep sigh of relief, feeling like an overfilled kettle boiling too wildly, all my emotions spilling over. “You gotta cool it with the whole giver of gifts thing though… I couldn’t spend the money you left behind, I gave half of it away…” “I knew you would… You’re goodness and sweetness, all wrapped up like a delicious treat and that wrapping will be of the finest kind imaginable. I’ll make sure of it.” “Hans!” I scolded with a laugh. “I will always spoil you, schnuki. You deserve nothing less than the best of everything, always.” Then I hope you’ll enjoy the coat I got for you… A gift from you to me, became a gift from me to you, don’t really know how valid that is but it’s the thought that counts, right?

“Now, my little treat,” Hans said after a moment, “how would you feel about spending Christmas in Alaska?” “Alaska?!” My eyes were wide with something I could only think to look like unbridled joy. “It’s perfect for the winter holiday, no?” “I’d love to,” I confessed. “Thought you would,” he said with one of those charming smiles and a twinkle in his clear eyes.

Blimey, I was going to Alaska with an international Criminal. What a way to spend my first Christmas away from home. Bloody hell I wanna call Dad and tell him to fucking shove his mints up his arse, I was going to see the whole damn world with the man of my dreams. “I think I made it,” I mumbled into Hans' chest. “Whatever you thought before those words, I agree, sweetie. I feel the same way,” Hans whispered before holding me even tighter while I inhaled the wonderful scent of him.

“I… Hans, I love you…” “Schnuki, my sweet treat, my Christmas miracle,” Hans said in such a deep tone it was difficult to hear him clearly. “I love you too, since the moment you smiled at me for the first time.” I shivered at the sweet words and buried my face in his neck. Life was so perfectly imperfect I couldn’t keep the laughs and tears from spilling over. I was where I was supposed to be, where life would take us I couldn’t even begin to think about but I knew, no matter what, Hans would always come back for me and I would always be his. My gentleman criminal.

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Gosh, feels a bit sad to say bye-bye to these two, maybe I'll revisit them at some point in the future but I can't make any promises. It's really difficult to write this one for me (the literal language use I mean) so we'll see. I kinda like leaving them here too - it's a sweet ending that's closed but also open 🥰

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opultea · 2 years

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Genshin Women Take You Shopping

Modern AU - Gender Neutral Reader (No pronouns) - Platonic ft. Ningguang, Beidou, Yae Miko, Kokomi, Keqing, Amber, Eula

"You really don't have to do this Ningguang, I'm fine, I swear," You tried to excuse yourself, but felt it was no use either way.

"Come on Y/n! You deserve something fancy every now and then." Beidou reassured, pushing you through the entrance of an expensive name-brand store by your shoulders.

Today was a monumental occasion, to say the least, or that was certainly how it felt when the girls announced it. Amber, ever attentive to her friend's emotions, had seen the late nights, the endless cups of pure caffeine, and the hair-pulling stress you had been experiencing recently. Once she discussed her concerns for your health with the other ladies, Ningguang had the idea to spoil you with some retail therapy.

So here you were at the largest mall in the area, the bubble tea Kokomi bought you in one hand and a posse of fashionable women acting as your team of personal stylists around you. In front of the group, Miko, Keqing, and Eula stood before the map, planning a route to take you along.

"Well then, shall we?" Miko mused to the group.

"I believe an anticlockwise approach will allow the most efficient trip, starting from the top floor and making our way down." Keqing proposed, evidently taking her job very seriously no matter the task.

"Sounds great. Y/n, are you ready to go?" Kokomi asked, causing the group of women to look at you. You smiled, nodding at their enthusiasm, however subdued or evident the emotion was in each of them.

"Ooo! This top would look amazing on you Y/n!" Amber pressed a light top to your chest. Nodding in the confidence of her own choice.

"Yes, and this jacket would complement it nicely, wouldn't you say?" Eula presented a cropped jacket, the paneled colours matching Amber's choice.

"I believe these would suit the bottoms Keqing found earlier," Kokomi identified, matching an outfit in her head.

The women lead you back to the dressing rooms, where Beidou and Miko sat patiently waiting for your return. They had overtaken an entire stall in the corner for your use, the small wall hooks already flowing with garments of varying styles. The range surprised you as much as the volume did, from casual wear to formal, a rainbow of options laid awaiting your approval.

"Welcome back. I think we've gathered more than enough material to play dress-up" Miko prompts.

"Where are Ningguang and Keqing?" Amber asked, noticing the mentioned women were absent from the party.

"They're off searching for accessories," Beidou informed.

"I'd suggest you don't attempt to predict my movements Captain," Ningguang said as she and Keqing approached the dressing room. "I may just surprise you." The duo shared a smirk, as Keqing approached you, holding a simple, but elegant chain necklace.

"Here, we found this and believed you would take a liking to it," Keqing held out the jewelry, allowing for your scrutiny. You took it carefully from her hands, inspecting the beautiful piece with awe. The women around you gasped as tears began to fall slowly from your eyes, Amber quickest to come hold your arm in comfort.

"What's the matter Y/n?" Kokomi asked softly.

"Is it the necklace? If so, please know I am happy to remove it from your sight immediately-" Ningguang offered.

"No, no the necklace is beautiful," You choked, clasping it with care. Eula approached your front, carefully lifting your head from its bow and locking your gaze in her own.

"Y/n, please know we are here for you, and you alone. Your strife, no matter how small, will dissipate under my wrath, our wrath, should you only give the word," You smiled at Eula's comfortingly Eula-like words.

"It's just, I haven't been treated out like this in a long, long time, if ever," You began, attempting to wipe the tears from your face. "And you're all so kind to me, I still can't believe you're willing to go so far just to make me happy. I'm so lucky to have you all, and I want you to know how much I love you all,"

Without warning, your body was surrounded by the warm arms of a half-a-dozen women, many with tears in their own eyes.

"Shoot Y/n, you even got me crying," Beidou chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye as her other hand squeezed your shoulder, her arm encompassing the group in the wide hug.

"We love you soooo much!" Amber was crying the hardest of the group, squishing her teary face against your unoccupied shoulder, Eula coming up just behind her to support you both in your tears.

"You are always welcome to come to us if you ever need a break, you are entitled to our services, you know," Your remaining tears were swiped quickly away by Miko.

"We're here for you, always," Keqing agreed, hugging your side. Kokomi nodded quietly, focusing more on petting your hair lovingly. Ningguang took your face in her hands, smiling as she pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. The love around you was warm, constant, and comfortable.

You hoped it would never end.

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Study Session (Chapter 2) - "Sleep Over"

Chapter 2 chapter 2! Everyone give it up for chapter two lets go!!

Chapter 1: ("Lunch")

Word count: 3,503 words 19,305 characters

Similar to chapter one!! Very messy, not very furnished, but hey, this entire things is for fun and to entertain my own highschool AU brainrot. Read with caution! Bye byee!! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

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The Limo had an S crest decorated on the inside as well as outside the doors. It was fully white with, ofcourse, golden contrasts as white covens do. And it had a very cozy inside, the chairs were made with comfortable cushions, and there was a table in the back seats where they occupied. The air conditioner left a nice cold airspace which was immediately noticeable once you came in. Faith, The older sister of the two, closed the blinds and turned a few of the lights on for a nice dim atmosphere. She often did it for her sister as the darkness made her more comfortable, and the lights weren’t too overwhelming.

The three sat across eachother, Grace sat on the left, resting her tired little head on the table; Leonardo sat beside her, behaved, and Faith sat lazily and loosely at the right. Their bags were sprawled on the table after a hard day, and the two sisters had some tired grunts to let out after another day of being awesome and perfect and cool and stuff.

Finally,

Inner peace.

Honestly… Leonardo didn’t know how to feel about his surroundings. He wasn’t used to such a fancy car! He was completely content on never even riding one in his life, but-- Now he’s just inside of one! On a random Thursday afternoon. It's just. came out of nowhere. Suddenly. For free. At least he hopes it's free… God, Grace it better be free. He doesn't have enough lunch money for something like this, Grace.

“ Soo~” Faith hummed, and without moving a muscle, turned her eyes to the little Russian boy she’s heard so much about. “ What brings you to the Simpleton house, big guy? Just deciding to visit?”

“ Grace is helping me study.”

“ Ooo romantic!” The older sister teased.

Grace rolled her eyes. Her sister liked to tease her with everything she does, but she knew it was all from lighthearted fun, as Faith does stop whenever she tells her too. “ Gross. This man is the vilest human being I've ever met we could never.” She turned to her friend. “ Right Leo?”

The boy just stared back at her, giving her an unsure look.

“ Leo?”

He raised his unibrow and looked away, jokingly rubbing the back of his head, putting his hair behind his ear, and pretending to be all shy.

“ Leo, not now.”

“ I mean we could if you allowed me to…” He muttered

Faith gasped!

“ NO- LEONARDO.” Grace’s hands visibly shook at his teasing. She hates this man. But lovingly.

Mwehh The young man put his hands up in surrender. He figured his poor friend had enough of that. “ I’m kidding, I'm kidding. I can’t fall in love even if I wanted to. ” he said. “No, I'm just coming for help with math.”

“ Cool, cool cool cool cool cool.” Faith said with a casual smile. “Well, I'll be home in that case, if you two need anything just ask big sissy over here alright? “

“ We wiillll.”

“ Uh- what she said.”

Faith later pulled out her phone and put one earpiece in. The teasing was fun, it made the car ride much more comfortable than when he first came in, where he thought he could only sit uptight. Faith seemed to have that effect on most people.

Passing the kingdom, Leonardo noticed how little there were plants in Central America. A lot in the school itself was plastic, or in pots. The streets had trees in them, ofcourse, they had to have some sort of Oxygen somehow, but still. It all looked so artificially grown. Leonardo hasn't seen a forest since he moved.

They arrived at the white gates of a more than affluent neighborhood. The driver had to stop to show the gatesmen proof of residence. Leonardo opened one of the windows to see as they rode by, and even from where he was, he could see that the houses were big and spread apart, Mansions claiming their lands with big and towering gates of their own. some of the cars who they saw from school made their separate ways with their young masters. Everything was covered in white!

As they pass, Leonardo can see white servants or their nannies greet their masters home, taking their bags and being obedient. This was SO strange to Leonardo's lower middle-class brain.

After a long ride, the limousine stopped at the gates of the Simpleton residence, a big S carved proudly on the front. Once again, the ribboned chauffeur spoke to the gatekeepers, showing proof of ID and residence. During that time, both Grace and Faith started getting their bags. The older sister started opening their windows as they saw their father speaking to some sort of company outside.

They greeted him on their way to the door. Their father looked stern and proper in his own home. He wore a slightly worn out suit after a long day, and he looked sort of tired, maybe even slightly irritable. In his hand a ruler seemingly from what he was working on. hair, white and short, partnered with sharp white eyes that tazes someone to submission. Leonardo didn't know how to explain it. But those were not the eyes of a kind man. No matter how hard he could mask it.

His company immediately started backing down as soon as he gave his daughters his full attention. Submissive, if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't wearing a white ribbon, Leonardo would have easily taken them as an apologetic servant.

"Hello, father!"

"Hello-- father." his daughters each gave him a kiss on the cheek. The girls' stance immediately behaved upon standing in front of him. Grace's eyes wandered on the floor cement, folding her hands down in front of her. Even Faith looked uptight. Her smile felt different than when it was in the car. Perhaps it was his mood that put both of them at such a yielding position.

Leonardo walked, behaving himself again, just behind his friend. He couldn't take his eyes off him. But he felt himself flinch involuntarily at his glance. His eyes weren't of a heavenly white like his daughters, no. They were a little darker. Yet harsher. Like an ice spike waiting to impale someone once tampered with.

Once his attention was off the unexpected guest, his eyes darted to his youngest, whom Leonardo stood closer too. "… Gracious, I thought I told you not to invite boys over. "

" Y-Yes, but I- " She stammered. " He's just here to study, Father, He won't be lo-"

"If you want to study, you study somewhere else." Her father said. Then later pinched the bridge of his nose and took a breath. Oh he looked angry and disappointed. " No boys, period. I gave you one simple rule and you still managed to break it."

" ACTUALLY !" Faith waved her hands up, which quickly took her father's attention. " Actually! Father, it was my idea!"

" Faithful, you will explain yourself."

" You see, after Grace's awful grade in english last semester, I offered to study with her--to help her focus! " She said, her sister nodded and went along with it. " But then I- forgot- that I had other assignments due, so I figured she'd have a friend help her instead!"

" Gracious, is this true?" The businessman looked down at his youngest, raising a brow.

Grace mentally scrambled to find her head. "Uh--! Yes! My friend is an upperclassman, he went through all the material that I'm covering." She said, Faith nodded to her in support. " --and- a-and!! He's the school's main athlete! Nothing but the best for the Simpleton family, father! " Grace walked over to her friend and showed him off. Which he replied by giving her father a thumbs up.

Unphased and skeptical, The Señor Simpleton turned to the two, and, with his ruler, split Leonardo away from his daughter. However, his curiosity was taken by the title of " main athlete." At such a prestigious school? A boy with that title is built to be successful in the world of sport, which is greatly praised around the world, white coven or not. It would do wonders to be affiliated with them.

" Boy. What do you play?"

" Uhhh, I won this year's football tournament. and I also play basketball and track in my free time."

Hm. The golden cup displayed proudly at the school hall. He earned that? The Sr.'s gaze softened.

" … Young man, you will refer to me as "Sir", and speak only when spoken to. Do you hear me?"

" Okay."

" Excuse me? "

" Yes, sir. "

The man put his ruler away from him, and brought his gaze down to his oldest. " Faithful, watch over your sister. Make sure no funny business is happening."

" Yes, father. "

The man of the house gestured them away, as if they were just another one of his servants. The man turned back to his company, which the children had forgotten was still there. Seeing their cue to leave, the daughters started heading towards the front door. Leonardo clumsily followed them in.

The daughters unknowingly held their breath as they walked in the house. They started losing their composure the further they were from their father.

They stopped in their tracks as soon as they were away from eye and ear shot, Faith put her hand on her little sister's back as she recoiled emotionally. Whimpering while tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

" Faiithhhh…"

"NONONOONONONNONO-" Faith panicked, immediately tending to her and reassured her that everything was fine.

The two study partners walk in the far right of the mansion, where an extra living room was situated. It was smaller than their main living room in the middle of the mansion, but still a comfortable lounging area. There was a carpet in the middle, a table on top, and three couches surrounding it. In front of the area was a big window mostly covered by the equally big curtain.

"Study area! It's hard to focus here sometimes so I usually do my work in my room, but now with company, I think I can." Grace put her bag on one of the couches and sat beside it

“ So." Leonardo said, making his way to join her. " Alexander called you "Princess"... You and him uh..?”

The girl paused. “ What?” She looked up at him in confusion before remembering. “ OH- ICK! NO! No, it's not like that.” She shivered and continued scouring for her books in her bag. “Our group sort of has nicknames for eachother. They call me princess because I'm so judgemental of everyone. They call him "King" because they proclaimed him the big guy of the group.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “But If you ask me, it plays right into his ego. He's more of a fool.”

Leonardo raised his brow and nodded. “Alright, alright, just wanted to ask. I was really starting to worry for you there. “

“ You're more of a king in my opinion." She shrugged and looked at him with a small smile, confident in what she said. " I'd call you that if you were part of the group.”

“ King sounds too regal for me. Something along the lines of "knight"?” he hummed.

His friend laughed, curiously. “ Ha! Really? You're more of the less corrupt kind of king you know? Listens to his subjects, good to his people, respected for his humility, and a good leader..”

Leonardo rolled his eyes, flattered. “ Stop, I'm blushing. I don't know, King still sounds too fancy.”

“ What about…” Grace put her hands up and waved them in the air, as if spelling something out in lights. “..."The Red King”..”

“ The Red King. Oo I like that. That one hits differently.

“ ha, I know I'm proud of it.” She shrugged and looked back down at their books...

“ Alright, so, English. What do we have here.” Grace picked up one of her dear friend’s textbooks.

“ Page one-thirty-nine.” As Leonardo spoke, she skimmed and flipped the pages. ” I’m having trouble with coherent writing. A lot of English this year is creative writing like novels and plays. I figured you’d have a bit of an act for it.”

From her seat, Leonardo can see his friend’s legs swing from her chair. They were already dangling from how small she was, but the happy self-stimulation was admittedly a very adorable sight to him.

“ You have!! CREATIVE WRITING?? All we have in grade eleven is boring analysis and American literature!”

“ Yeesh, yeah I remember that last year.”

“ Leonardo, you know I write my own scripts in my free time!" Grace beamed " let me read up on these and I’ll get back to you!”

Leonardo felt his heart grow three times that day.

This was sweet. He loved when his friends talked about their passions. Seeing the light absolutely bursting through their eyes and how their voices and speech changed made him happy. He can’t help but stare and listen, endeared by what they have to say. From Diana squealing about Dr. Who to Grace talking about her hobbies and Marcus talking about his Kpop obsession. He wasn’t quite the talker himself, but he never minded.

Later in the session, Leonardo yawned.

“ See-- I understood this formula in class I’m just..” grace yawned. “ …I forgot it I think.”

“ Mmm…”

“ I think I might just have some notes in my notebook let me-”

And before grace could even put the book away, Leonardo yoinked it with one hand and closed it before putting it aside “Nope. It’s break time.”

“ WH- Leonardo! ”

“ Break time. ”

“ It’s an easy formula, I can take a break when I’m done.”

“ Not hearing it. Break time”

Grace huffed at his little attitude. Her friend always took everything much easier than she did. Even by the way they were sitting on the couch, Leonardo was practically laying on his side, while she was sitting normally with her back a little more straight than him. Grace didn’t have time for resting! What is this!

“ Fine. Five-minute break and we’re back to things. ”

“ Nnno.” Leonardo said, caressing the entirety of her face with his palm in a way to shush her. This completely covered it in a very comical way. “ My rule, for all the time we spend working, we should give equal time to resting.”

Grace gave him a confused and very strange look. What is this rule? That is… too much time. If it hadn’t been for the fact that this session was with someone else she’d be grounded from her phone easily. “ Leonardo we went on for two hours.”

“ Then we’re resting for two hours. ”

“ Two hours is barely anything.”

Leonardo huffed lightheartedly and started caressing her face again. “ You don’t deserve rest, you neeed rest.” Grace blew his hand away as if she was playfully disgusted by them. “ And hey, I’m not exactly focused right now either. I don’t think I’ll be able to continue even if I wanted to.”

Grace’s stubborn frown broke a little upon hearing that. Her crossed arms softened as she looked at him. “ Oh, Alright, If it helps you then of course. ” she later turned back in front of her. “ I guess I just don’t know how to keep my mind off it till then.”

Leonardo turned to her, his look was a mixture of surprise, concern, and confusion at that sentence. “ Here’s a start: “ he put his palm up to her collar and plopped her back on the backrest of the couch. “ Boop.”

“ Oh my god.”

From there, they spoke generally about what they have been doing recently. They were catching up with eachother, Grace gossiping about her friend group and the School’s drama, and Leonardo bringing up football and how Diana always visited to cheer him on during practice.

They spoke and listened, bringing up stories, Grace appreciated how nonsensical Leonardo's debates with her were. She couldn’t believe she caught herself being invested in some of them! She laughed at both of their arguments! The Zeus witch loved how conversations with him were so fun and lighthearted, a debate just for the sake of discussion, and no intent to one-up each other.

It was all fun and laughs until she looked out the window in the little living room and saw that the street lamps were lit. The sky outside was black with the stars starting to appear. Only now did she start hearing the crickets… She frowned, devastated!

Leonardo sat up and looked at his phone. “ Night time already?”

“ That much time passed already???” Grace looked around from the chair and all the books scattered around the living area. Oh-- God! She told her father that he was only over for a short amount of time! She’s in trouble if her father still sees him here, He needs to pack his bags! She could escort him-- get one of their chauffeurs to drive him home, But-- ohhh god! He needs to leave soon, they have to wrap this up!

“ Grace?”

“ Y-Yes?” And she turned to him after hearing the strange tone in his voice. The look in his eyes looked… guilty. And almost sad. He looked back at his phone and put it down, sighing. Grace frowned, her attention now fully taken, worried for him in a way that was protective rather than afraid. “ Yes, what’s wrong…?”

“ I.” He frowned, slightly glancing from his phone and back, “ I put my phone on Do Not Disturb, and I missed a lot of messages. From my mom.”

Leonardo showed the phone screen to his friend, where she saw tons of worried messages from his mother an hour or so ago, telling him to come home. More recent ones told him to stay where he was and that they will be seeing each other in the morning.

Leonardo put his phone down. “ Back in my home country, we have a curfew. Pass dawn is where monsters start showing up. And it becomes dangerous at night. ”

Grace’s face completely softened, and her frown matched his. She forgot how bad the situation was in Europe… All the things Leonardo must have seen… she often took for granted how safe it was in Central America where no monsters can be found for miles. She’s never even seen one in person before. “ Oh-... Leonardo, I’m so sorry…”

“ I… know things are different here in America, but. Neither my parents… Or even I, want to risk it.” Leonardo looked away, rubbing the back of his neck “ I’m sorry if this is too much to ask, but can I…”

And just like that, almost like a switch was flipped in her head, Grace made a decision. It was going to be a hard one, but she intended to keep it. “You’re staying over for the night.”

“ Really?”

“ Yeah! Of Course! It’s just one night for me, but it must be so scary for you. I’m sure father will understand, I’ll just… have to talk to him!”

Leonardo smiles at her softly. She made him feel safe for the time being. He was just happy to have someone look out for him like that. “God, you have no idea how much this means to me…”

“ Hey, ofcourse! What are friends for?” She patted his back. Leonardo however, replied by giving her a hug.

Grace flushed, surprised! She liked how naturally touchy Leonardo was with his affections. She can’t help but return the hug. Dare she says that these kinds of attention worked on her. She could get used to it.

“ Alright, stay here, I’m going to let father know.” Grace climbed off the couch they were staying at and started heading for one of the archways. “ I’ll be right back!”

“ Take your time! I need to call my mom anyway!” Leonardo half-yelled now that she was further away.

“ Yeah, you should do that! she sounded very worried!”

“ I love you, Grace!”

“ Uh-” Grace paused from her step. It wasn’t too abrupt where it was immediately noticeable, but it did make her a little speechless!

She-... She got a little flushed! She didn’t know how to respond to that! Grace knew Leonardo’s way of love is so much more direct and honest, but that doesn’t mean she was used to it!

A nervous giggle escaped her. “I-I.. I love you too! Uh-” She yelled back, “ Bye!” and started jogging off before she could hear a response from him.

#highschool AU #Grace #Leonardo #Faith #Joseph #writing #fic #fanfic #Sleep Over #studdy session

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oswaldsleftbicep · 2 years

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I know this is weird but i need to know a very important question:

How do you think the boys would smell like?

what the boys would smell like

fun fact: i almost got a job at bath and body works. another fun fact: i kinda have a synesthesia where i can look at a photo or think about something and just,, be able to smell it?? usually it happens randomly and i can't control it :/

genre: other

cw: just my usual bs

Lucia

❧ cinnamon and apples,, maybe it's just the hair color but that's the vibe; definitely uses a crisp apple body wash or shampoo

❧ fresh linen; rich boy always has nice clean clothes, although he does the smell test sometimes to see if he can get away with wearing that same shirt for just one more day

❧ related to his clothes, his fancy coat thingy smells faintly of real leather, as do some of his accessories and his scabbard if he's wearing it

❧ again with the clothing but he smells like tide laundry detergent, the one all the college kids use; my first ex used it and he always smelled soooo good lmao

Levy

❧ old books,, you already know this, he spends so much time in the library he probably soaked up the scent lol

❧ saltwater; you know when you go to a coastal shore and there's that nice sea breeze that's so refreshing but also kinda musky?

❧ he's definitely got a lighter scent to him too, something that offsets his rough demeanor, like a light green apple or powder scent, probably from his shampoo or body wash

❧ horse stables, but not too strongly; i work around horses and yeah they can smell terrible, but when the arena is empty and clean and there's just the smell of sand and horses and hay, it doesn't smell too bad. i say this cuz he likes to ride his horse so i'd imagine the smell would linger a bit on his clothes

Mefy

❧ yankee candle's "midsummer's night"; i remember this smelling so good, like the vibes on a warm summer night, it also reminded me a lot of a cologne

❧ evergreen or pine trees, idk which is which but it's the one the always make candles for around the holidays

❧ candle smoke; do you see the candle theme here lmao, he gives witchy vibes and candle smoke would for sure be involved

❧ he definitely wears some kind of rich cologne, something along the lines of bath and body works' bourbon, something very "manly" and yummy smelling, but he only wears very little of it, enough so that when he walks past you're like "ooo yum" but it's not overpowering

Oswald

❧ soil and cut grass; mans works in a garden, you know he's got that earthy smell to him

❧ flowers; he always has a fresh bouquet of flowers in his cabin and he keeps the petals he plucks or the ones that fall of to make potpourri

❧ sweat obviously, he does manual labor for a living, he's gonna get sweaty; he also has a very faint metallic smell, it's probably his jewelry, but it could be something else too iykyk

❧ ofc he's gonna wash up to get any unpleasant smells off, and i feel like he'd use goat's milk soap, something natural and fragrance free

Kaim

❧ tea obviously, he drinks so much of it and makes it all the time; he prefers the more classic teas, like earl grey and black, over the more fruity ones, but he always ends up smelling like some kind of tea

❧ linen and wool; he keeps his clothes fresh and clean but he doesn't use any fancy detergents so they just smell like the materials they were made from

❧ wood and metal polish; he does a lot of cleaning and polishing things, ofc he's gonna carry the scent of his cleaning products

❧ he's not much of a sweet tooth, but he'll often pop a spearmint into his mouth, whether it's to freshen his breath, boost his blood sugar, or have something to moisten his throat, he'll go through at least five mints per day

Mikael

❧ merlot; it's a red wine i serve a lot at work and it smells very good, very grapey and classy. it's risky business drinking wine while wearing all white, but i could see mikael sipping this drink while lounging around

❧ he probably uses a body wash that's advertised as smelling like the ocean but it's not a saltwater smell but rather something kinda sweet smelling?

❧ menthol or mint tea; very soothing and healing scents but also very fresh and keeps you alert. it's most likely from him drinking mint tea or having some kind of essential oil noel made

❧ warm cotton textiles; ya know when you get your bed sheets out of the dryer or you've had a towel lying in the sun all day and it smells very warm and comfy, perfect for curling up in and relaxing for a nap? he's got that smell to him, which contrasts interestingly with the mint

Ricardo

❧ axe body spray a men's cologne that's very spice oriented, or just straight up spices. it's generally a very strong smell but on him it just works well??

❧ gunpowder, obviously, mans fires guns for fun, so the smell will definitely linger in his hair, hands, and clothes

❧ i don't see him as much of a tea drinker, but coffee on the other hand, i could totally see him drinking. it lingers on his breath in the mornings but in a not gross way ya feel?

❧ leather from his clothing and accessories, he doesn't use a fragrant laundry detergent so the leather smell is much more apparent

❧ an extra cuz i feel like these examples are too little, but he probably also smells like wood from an older bar, as well as whiskey or brandy, some alcohol with a bit of spice to it

Noel

❧ this one's gonna be super specific but ashland's "freshwater pearl" candle, it's a very sweet smelling candle, kinda like if you were on a beach and there was a candy factory right next to you with its windows open; it'd probably be his shampoo or something that smells like this

❧ a plain white candle, or beeswax, something non-fragrant but clean smelling? almost like goat's milk products; he'd need something not super strong smelling so he'd be able to be stealthy n stuff

❧ his clothes smell like he got them from a thrift store, you know how everything has its own scent and it all just blends together? like you got some stuff with strong detergent, you got some stuff that smells like a grandma's basement. it all smells very worn-in and a lil musty but that's part of the charm

❧ essential oils; he uses what he grows in his garden to make medicines and oils to be used in first aid or just as a daily thing. some days he'll have lavender, the next he'll have eucalyptus, and then maybe some citrus

Lucas

❧ honey. he just looks like he uses honey scented everything, or at least uses honey in his skin and hair care, and it's not an overly sugary smelling honey, just something natural and the slightest bit bitter

❧ bold rock cider, another drink i serve regularly. it just smells like apples, but not as sugary as apple juice. it's very crisp and fresh and makes me feel like i'm in an orchard in a flowy outfit having the time of my life

❧ he strikes me as someone who'd like to bake, and he'd have a bit of a sweet tooth, so he'd smell like sugar cookies and snickerdoodles, he smells like he's been working in a bakery all day but in reality he just got done making a batch of his famous soft sugar cookies yumyumyum

❧ this one's a bit abstract, but a meadow in the middle of nowhere. there's no air pollution, all you can smell is the grass and the trees and the pure, unobstructed nature around you

Kurt

❧ citrus oil; a lot of the birdseed i've used includes oils from oranges and lemons and since he likes birds i imagine he'd have that lingering smell to him

❧ butter cookies, or just baked sweets in general. he'd the kind of kid who cannot have his tea without some baked treat to go with it, in particular some cookies to dip in his tea

❧ dust and cleaning supplies; he does a lot of cleaning a tidying up, and although he's been doing this for a while, he's still a kid and is bound to get stuff all over him and his clothes. he's tried to clean a duster in the wrong direction and ended up with dust all over himself, he's held a bottle of cleaner the wrong way and ended up with half the contents all over his hands and sleeves

#my. hcs #i'm getting over a cold rn so my sense of smell is a little;;; not there #but i tried :')#nightmare harem #nightmare harem lucia #nightmare harem levy #nightmare harem mefy #nightmare harem oswald #nightmare harem kaim #nightmare harem mikael #nightmare harem ricardo #nightmare harem noel #nightmare harem lucas #nightmare harem kurt #otome games

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3-6 ok ngl s3 so far has been mid.. i think i'm paying attention less.. high10k was funny•

3-7 murphy looks cool this ep.. •

"it's weird." "how?" "well - everybody likes him." ..... "that's f'd up." •

hector looks cute this ep, so does kaskae ... also kaya :-) •

"fear no more" on van w 'fear' repeating on speaker n 'fear' on back was a cool bit .. •

i meant to note it then(2-6) but didnt so will now bc theyre going to her.. when murphy left lucy, just no one questioned it.. they rly thought he killed her ? interesting. . •

the man watching murphy eat this brain rn feels sexual .. lmfaoo then he puts a gun to him •

operation bite-mark need a spark, did u carry on need to hear ur call we've been gone - you've been gone too long c-z wannabe, that's me i need to see murphy talk to me - please don't freeze on my knees beggin hear my plea whoo! • ready? i'm kaya on the wire can't get by ya, why ya try it ain't a liar, mama mercy is my business and my business is on fire still alive at the northern lights we had a fright but we alright we ok, we hold tight every day, day by day x5 day by day • kaya in the sky-a B)

lol the man leaving his hand w his middle finger up for murphy•

3-8 sketchy n skeezy r baack .. tbh they r worse than i rmbr .•

"lost causes are worth dying for! yeaahh, wooo!" my lovr (inmydreamsofc)•

"fear turns us into monsters; no less violent than the enders and no more alive than the z's." •

"who won the election anyway?" "everyone wrote in the same thing.. 'that weed doctor'" •

3-9 i forgot abt vasquez... ahh damn... well hi n bye vasquez :/ .... i feel like if roberta warren n teresa mendoza could team up, in either of their worlds.. pheww ... o hi lucy .. wth's happenin w hector •

3-10 murphy -_- 10k :(.. here we go w lucy.. doc looked cute this ep•

3-11 doc at the table ... •

oh hell no..

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3-12 perhaps murphys best look.. damn he changes sm.. lets see 1. s1e1-4, skin - white, hair - br/shaggy . 3/5 2. s1e5-12, skin - white, hair - bald 2/5 3. s1e12-s2e12, skin - blue, hair - br/buzzed 2/5 4. flashback s2ep14, skin - white, hair - br/fancy? 3/5 5. s2e13 - s3e6, skin - blue, hair - bl/shaggy 3.5/5 6. s3e7-s3e11, skin - blue+white, hair - bl/shaggy 4/5 7. s3e12-?, skin - lavender?+blue, hair - wh/fancy 5/5•

ahhhh murphy n warren purpleroom scene... the tension, the looks! ooo when warren pulls out the brain n looks at him like :/ •

lol 10k n red r cute but sun mei bein completely over them is funnier •

"you dont understand." "if i did, i'd kill myself." ooof. .... "you know what they'll do to us." "i know." "we need you. - help me, warren." n warrens facee :') •

•^i need to rewatch killing eve.... n mayb the 100 but idk abt that.. but gahh enemies to/and(lol) lovers •

3-13 lucy ep, fun.. doc n addy at end were cute•

3-14 man ending the season w not 1 but 4 ppl jumpin off a cliff + 2 ppl shot. incredible •

• overall .... 2.5 .. not my fav apparently •

4-1 "2 yrs later, things have gotten worse" then showing warrens helldream, so funny •

intro - bulletbulletbigbullet.. •

aww warren n murphy this ep r so cute •

4-2 addy n 10k bullet moment, cool ... hi sarge •

4-3 "no one said anything about frickin canada!" "you got a problem with canada?" "yeah i do it's far" murphyagain •

4-4 "well if you're going im going. idk what's going on in that head of urs but i'm gonna throw a little faith ur way." murphy n warren 🤝•

4-5 warren n this elevator is reminding me of beef.. man that still is one of the most surprising n disturbing scenes ever .. i think beef was the best show i seen in 2023.. outta 66 •

10k "i love dog food! puppy chow's my stuff, man!" sarge waking up - "we saved u some puppy chow" "oh! *eats it quick* *notices bird w her* bird? bird. bird! i found a bird! *shoves fist w bird in air* it was alive when i got it." doc n murphy n warren "hey, let me see that." .... "murphy?" "hmm?" "did you eat the bird?" "*coughs feathers* no." "never mind that." lmaoo one of the funniest scenes •

"well now what are we gonna do?" "i don't know abt u but i'm just gonna curl up and die." doc lmao •

"what is our fate?" .. "i'm not sure. i just feel it. it's like i felt the first time i laid eyes on you, murphy. i didn't know the how, why, or any of the what was coming next. the second i saw you i knew my job in life was to get you wherever the hell you were going." "..when you put it that way." warren n murphyyy •

4-6 sarge is so pretty ugh, warren ofc is gorgeous .. aww lucy :( ughh murphy n warren </333 "goodbye july, hate to see u go - so fast that i got a bloody nose" •

4-7 warren n murphy getting pissed for each other.. warren when theyre zapping murphy 2x, murphy "you son of a bitch, i'm gonna beat you til the clown meat shows" •

4-8 awww kaya n jz :') nana tooo.. •

warren n murphy being in mindscape together but her seeing dreamhell n him seein a nice field , til he burns "i felt it - what she's feeling. it's excruciating." n them lookin at each other ....... •

"you think this will be over? i call that faith." "nah, that's just basic survival. you gotta believe this will end, right? if you don't - hug a zombie." pftt •

4-9 awww kaya n cz n jz :') •

#h-vom

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mountttmase · 10 months

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Helloooo lovelyy🫢

OMG, I SUGGESTED YOU ABOUT HIM STAYING AT HERS FOR THE FIRST TIME, LOZ IM NOT PREPARED

How ever lately you were beginning to wonder what it might be like to have him in your space just like you were in his. CAN'T WAIT TO FIND OUT IT WITH YOU GIRL

How nice it would be to see his toothbrush next to yours, his shower gel propped up on the side and his favourite mug in your cabinet so you could make him his coffee just as he liked it in the morning. DYING 🫠🫠🫠🫠

You’d just sat down when you felt your phone start to ring, looking down to see a picture of Mason lighting up your screen and you felt your chest flutter at the sight of his goofy smile. MUM AND DAD ARE DOING A VIDEOCALL

‘Hello love. I’m just leaving training and I thought I’d check in. You alright?’ I THINK I'M MELTED

‘Nah I was just about to head to the shop and get some snacks. I fancy some cookies but someone won’t make me them’ he teased and you couldn’t help but smile. AHAHHAH, SILLY, SHE'S GOING TO INVITE YOU AR HERS AND MAKE YOU COOKIES TRUST ME

‘Well I still need to pop to the shop anyway so I can get those and bring them round if you want?’ he told you and you felt a little excitement roll through you at the thought of seeing him today as you didn’t have plans to see him until the weekend. EHEHHEHE, EXACTLY, GOOD SUGGESTION BOY

‘Hey Mase? When you get here do you um… do you maybe wanna hang out for a bit? Maybe we can make them together? Only if you have time’ I LOVE HOW SHE'S STILL SOOO SHY WITH HIM

AND I LOVE EVEN MORE HOW HE DOUBLE-CHECKS IF SHE'S SURE TO OPEN UP WITH HIM

‘I could grab us something while I’m there, how does pizza sound?’ I WANT PIZZA TOO, THANKS

‘Hey gorgeous’ he smiled, giving you a quick peck as he passed by. ‘You good?’ DEAD☺️☺️☺️

‘You started without me?’ He questioned, head nudging over to some of the ingredients you’d already weighed out before he sent you a wink. ‘Shall we get going? What have I got to do?’ OUR PASTRY CHEF IS HERE

‘Well I was hoping I could get a proper kiss first’ you teased, suddenly becoming a little shy as you played with your fingers and he rolled his eyes at you with a smile before pulling you closer by your hips. OOO, I LOVE HER🤣🫢

‘Okay let me get ready’ he laughed, quickly whipping his hoodie off and you subconsciously bit your lip at the sight of his abs that we’re on show for a few seconds as his top got stuck to his hoodie. ‘Oi, eyes up here’ he laughed, tilting your chin up so you could look at him before he quickly kissed your nose. ‘You got an apron for me or anything?’ AHHAHAHHA, THEY WANT TO GO TO THE BEDROOM SOO BAD

‘Should I take this off too then?’ He teased, gripping the neck of his plain white T-shirt and you shook your head whilst pulling it back down. NAUGHTY, DON'T MAKE MY GIRL BLUSH

‘Now I’m no expert, but I thought these have to go in the oven?’ He asked, raising his eyebrow adorably and you couldn’t help but laugh at his confusion. CHEF, DON'T BE DELUSIONAL, THEY'RE BETTER IF YOU LET THEM IN THE FRIDGE A BITT

‘Eventually yes. But I like to let them set up in the fridge for a bit first. Gives us time to eat the pizza too’ you told him, pinching his bum as you walked passed him and sending him a cheeky wink as he looked at you in shock. Y/N DON'T BE TOO NAUGHTY 🤣🤣

‘Stop that, you’re getting flour everywhere. Go find us something to watch, I’ll bring the pizza in’ AHHAHAHAH, SOMEONE WAS DISCUSSING ABOUT LEAVING HANDPRINTS IN CLOTHES WHILE COOKING 🤣🤣🤣

GOD, HAVE I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE THE NOSE KISSES THINGH?

‘Can I tell you something that might sound a bit weird?’ He asked after a little while and you couldn’t help but notice how vulnerable he looked. ‘I know I haven’t spent a lot of time here, like this is basically my first time here really, but I feel strangely at home? Like sometimes my house feels a bit big for just me? But here it’s cozy and it’s like I can forget who I am and just be normal for a bit. Like I haven’t thought about football once since I’ve been here. I like being with you and feeling like I’m part of your world. Does that make sense?’ OK, LOZ YOU MADE ME TEAR UP A BIT THERE

‘I feel the same’ you whispered. ‘Frey is the only person that’s ever really been here and I was a bit nervous about having you round after I’d asked but now you’re here I don’t want you to go’ OH MY...THEY ARE GROWING UP SO MUCH

‘What are you doing tomorrow?’ SHE IS GOING TO ASK AND IM GOING TO SCREAM

‘Will you stay then? I’ve not got work tomorrow and I promise I’ll make you breakfast’ you winked and you watched him blush at your proposal. SHE DIDDDDDD AAAAAA

‘Would it be weird if I told you I got you some stuff in my food shop the other week?’ You laughed, covering your face out of embarrassment but he just held you tighter. OHHHH THAT'S SOO SWEET, SHE WAS GETTING READY FOR THAT MOMENT

‘I know but that first night I stayed at yours, you had everything I needed and I’m so used to being on my own I thought I better get some just in case you ever did want to stay’ MUM AND DAD FOREVER

‘Well thank you’ he whispered, bringing you in for a soft kiss that made your heart flutter. ‘I hate to ruin the mood but can we make the cookies now’ HE'S A CHILD🤣🤣🤣

‘You’re being very cheeky’ he laughed, his hands finding your hips as he placed a soft kiss to the back of your neck before crossing his arms over your body so he could pull you into him. THAT WAS IN ONE OF THE TEASERS 🫢🫢🫢

‘Of course not’ PFF I HAD NO DOUBTS

‘How long do they take?’ MAS9N DON'T BE LIKE A IMPATIENT BABY🤣

‘About 12 minutes?’ You told him, walking over so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders. ‘You know, there’s a lot we could do in 12 minutes’ AHHAHAH, SHE'S GOING TO SAY SOMETHING THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT HE'S THINKING

‘The washing up’ HAHAHAH, I KNEW IT

‘Mase’ you breathed, tugging on his hair so he would look at you and you watched the way eyes darkened at the feel of it. ‘Kiss me’ GO ON BABY

‘You are the cutest thing’ he laughed, cupping your jaw and kissing you gently. ‘Come shower with me’ SWEET AND NAUGHTY BOY

You gasped at the contact, you hands finding his hair immediately as he licked away at you but it was only short lived. As soon as he knew you were getting into it he removed himself from you and stood up. Turning the shower off with a wink before making his way out. HE DID NOT LEAVE MY GIRL LIKE THAT🤣🙄

‘Now Mason, that wasn’t very kind of you was it?’ You asked as he shook his head at you. A bright smile on his face that he tried to suppress by biting his lip but the blush that covered his cheeks and nose was giving him away. ‘You forget, we’re in my house right now so it’s my rules’ you told him seductively and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as you dropped your towel to the floor so he could look over your naked body. ‘Lay down for me’ LOZ, THAT WAS THE SUPER CHECKY CHAPTER OMG

‘Good. And if you don’t make me cum then you don’t get to cum after’ WOWWW

Something about being in your house with him though made your inner monster come out but from the way he was reacting he seemed to be in his element. You wondered to yourself why you didn’t try it sooner as he was a sucker for praise in general so this seemed like a natural carry on from that and you figured this might have to be a new thing with him to try with him more often. I'M LOVING THAT SIDE OF HER

In the next second his hands were on your hips, dragging you back to the edge of the bed and you yelped in surprise at his forcefulness before laughing. His strength surprised you sometimes but you loved it when he pulled you around like it was nothing. MOUNT I DON'T THINK SHES GOING TO LET YOU TAKE CONTROL

OK, yeah, she let him, or better he took it🤣🤣🤣

‘M-Mase, it’s too m-much’ you cried but he just shook his head into your neck. GIRL YOU ASKED FOR THAT🤣

‘Sure, won’t be a sec’ he smiled and you used the time he was gone to quickly pull on some pjs and get under the covers to wait for him to come back. As soon as he did, you noticed the slight blush on his cheeks and the cheeky smile to which you raised your brow at him before he let out a chuckle. ‘Now am I seeing things or is there a picture of us on your fridge?’ OHHHH GIRL THAT SO SWEET AND SOFT AND BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTWARMING

‘Come on, don’t get shy on me now’ he laughed whilst prying your hands away from you face and you looked up into his kind eyes knowing that everything was fine and he loved the fact you’d added him to your little collection. He dipped down to kiss you gently and you felt the butterflies erupt in your tummy as he stroked over your waist gently. ‘Can I ask you something?’ He whispered as he pulled away and you felt yourself go ridged about what he might say next. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, TELL ME THAT HE'S GOING TO ASK HER TO GO WITH HIM AT THE DINNER, PLEASEEE

YES, HE DIDDDD

‘Is Sophia going? Maybe she can take me dress shopping’ you laughed and he smiled down at you before kissing you softly again. I LOVE HOW SHE DIDN’T EXPLICITLY SAY YES

‘Well, you do everything for me. It’s about time I pay that back’ ‘You do a lot for me too’ MELTED, THOSE ARE MY BABIES

‘I thought it was really sexy earlier when you put me in my place and took control’ MOUNT🫢🫢🫢

‘Mmhmm, I’ll have to be bad more often’ AHHAHAHH

‘Night girlfriend’ he winked ‘Night boyfriend’NIGHT MUM AND DAD,LOVE YOU

I LOVE THEMMM

You are amazing at writers and describing everything without making it boring

As always thank you for deciding to share that and to write a second part of this lovely story

Thank you for making me part of that amazing journey

Love you a lot🩷🩷☠️

👨‍🍳😘

SHES BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER

I love getting to use your ideas and I love when you notice them 🥺 I hope I’ve done you proud 😂

And thank you for reading and always taking time to leave such lovely feedback, you’re just the best 🩷

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willsimpforanyone · 2 years

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Hii honey! How are you?

Could I request something with Percy, where he and fem!reader were sparring and they are both very competitive so that leads up to smut (with some oral if you can)? Maybe some type of rivals to lovers, but is actually "I adore you".

With, if it's possible, a daughter of Hades!reader and softdom!percy

Thanks and happy holidays

happy holidays to you my lovely, i hope you're having a good time

this is set at camp, but they're 18+

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The blade shined in the way only a new blade could. I admired the sharpness, speaking my thanks to the kid from the Hephestus cabin that delivered it back to me.

"Ooo, look at you with your fancy new sword." Percy's somewhat mocking words came from behind me.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, you snapped my last one in half, asshole." I turned to see him a lot closer than I expected. "Bit close there, Jackson, it's dangerous for you to be within stabbing distance."

"I don't think I have to worry about that, you couldn't hit a straw dummy from a foot away."

Ah, fighting talk. I grinned up at him. "You're lucky we have the 'no powers' rule when we fight, or you would be one of the skeletons I raise."

He shrugged, a cheeky glint in his eyes. "Alright, Miss Attitude, you and me, in the arena after the campfire, sound good?"

I shrugged, sheathing my sword and beginning to walk away. "I'll see if I'm free."

***

The camp was still lively even after the flames of the campfire went out, lively enough for me to sneak away from the crowd. My new sword in it's sheath hit against my leg as I wandered over to the dark arena.

The shadows made odd shapes against the walls, they would have been unnerving to anyone that wasn't a child of Hades. Speaking of, where was-

"Couldn't resist, huh?"

I swung round, sword unsheathed and the tip of the blade ending up pointing directly at Percy's face. "This ends when one of us disarms the other."

He smirked. "All business, no pleasure, but okay." He slipped away from my sword and moved to the centre of the arena. Uncapping Riptide, he suddenly weilded a bronze blade in his hand. "Let's go, baby."

"Don't call me baby." I lunged at him, side-stepping the slash he made. My blade sang through the air as I tactically aimed for his wrist, trying to get him to drop the sword.

Instead, I got a light graze on my upper arm and swore in pain. There was a flash of worry across Percy's face, but I shook it off and kept going- it was nothing I hadn't dealt with a hundred times before.

I twisted my sword, managing to nick his shoulder. He sucked in a sharp breath, but kept his grip steady on the hilt of Riptide.

Despite being focused on his body language and trying my best to predict his next move, it was impossible to ignore that his gorgeous green eyes were piercing into mine. My eyes flickered up to his for a moment too long and I stumbled over my own feet.

Percy seized the opportunity and twisted his blade round mine, flicking the sword out of my hand and somehow stepping round the falling blade to catch me from falling.

Before I could register quite what had happened, I was pressed against his chest with his arm round my waist, weaponless and defenceless. His stupid smirk was only a few inches away.

"Looks like I won."

I rolled my eyes, pushing away from him and picking up my sword. "Only because you distracted me, Jackson."

He chuckled. "I distracted you by... what, existing?"

"Yes! I-I mean, no-" Flustered, I blanked on what to say. "-well, yeah, you distracted me by looking at me too much." About to turn away, I came face to face with the tip of Riptide. I backed away, but Percy followed me until I was up against the wall of the arena with a sword at my throat. "Uh, Percy?"

Black hair flopped just in front of his dark, sea-green eyes and his everpresent irritating smirk seemed more... attractive. "Why would me looking at you distract you, hm?"

"...The sword at my neck is telling me to not exactly trust you right now," I joked, slightly nervously.

Percy shrugged. "Tell me the truth, baby." He winked. "Do I make you nervous?"

Almost silently, I let out a 'yes'.

He nodded, pleased. "I see." He removed the sword, put the lid back on and before I could move, he had his hand by my head and leaned even closer. "So, do you like that I make you nervous?"

Oh I was so screwed if I said yes- but there was no way I could lie convincingly enough if I said no.

"I'm waiting, Miss Attitude."

"...yes, okay, I'm kind of enjoying this situation I'm in, alright?!" I hissed in his face. That was apparently all he needed to scoop me up, arms behind my shoulders and under my knees, and begin walking out the arena.

"Percy, where the fuck are we going."

He didn't respond, just continued walking until I realised we were going to his cabin- made more sense than going to mine, which may have contained a Nico.

The door was kicked shut behind him, and I was thrown a little unceremoniously onto his bunk. I leant up on my elbows, raising an eyebrow at him as he paused, standing at the edge of the bed.

"Are you gonna keep going?" I laughed lightly.

He grinned back. "Oh absolutely, just..." Percy held out his hand and I let myself be pulled up into a sitting position as he sat beside me. "I'm don't want to do this if it's not gonna be like... a serious thing, y'know?" He rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. Cute. "Because I've kinda had a crush on you for like a year now?"

I was a little stunned. Percy liked me... too? Internally I laughed- both the Hades kids liked him, what are the chances?- but outwardly I felt my face get warmed and a smile fight its way onto my lips. "Uh, Percy? 'Kinda' isn't the word you were looking for, was it?" I giggled at his playful shove, ignoring the spark of pain that igniting from the small graze I got earlier. "Because I really like you too."

His smile could not have been bigger. "So, can I kiss you now?"

I barely completed a nod before his lips were on mine, kissing me fiercely and grabbing my hips to pull me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sliding my lips down his jaw. My light nibbles on his skin were rewarded by a groan and Percy tilting his head back.

His grip on my hips tightened. "Nope, that's not how this is gonna go." He reached up and grabbed my jaw, forcing our lips together. "I'm in charge here, girly."

The authority in his voice sent a shockwave through my lower stomach. His hands smoothed over my leggings-covered thighs and twisted me round so he was hovering over me. Dipping down, he grazed his teeth over the skin of my throat, sucking a bruise into my pulse point as I arched my back up into him. He hummed, pleased at the reaction.

Percy situated himself so he was inbetween my legs, hands sneaking up under my t-shirt and fiddling with the hem. He sat back on his calves and pulled me up by my wrists. My t-shirt was pulled over my head and he didn't hesitate to unclip my bra and throw it somewhere. Hands were instantly on my chest, and I hissed as he gently thumbed my nipples.

He huffed a breathy laugh. "Sensitive, huh?"

Instead of replying, I tugged at his t-shirt and he helped me get it off. Percy kissed his way down my chest and stomach, pausing to suck a lovebite in the dip of my pelvis. "Can I take these off, sweetheart?"

I nodded frantically, and in one swift movement I was entirely naked. One of Percy's hands settled on my stomach, the other danced up my leg and dipped every so slightly into my pussy. His fingers came away glistening. "Shit, baby, you're already so wet." He looked up and winked.

Clinging onto the little bit of dignity I still had, I grabbed at his hair in an attempt to push his face between my thighs. Instead, Percy reacted faster and grabbed my wrist, tutting slightly. "Nice try, pretty girl, but if you can't behave then I won't touch you properly, okay?" He set my hand down by my side. "You can be a good girl for me, right?"

Surrendering completely, I nodded. Percy smiled wickedly, and dove between my legs. My hands fisted in the bed covers and I let out a load moan as his tongue licked a stripe up my pussy.

I writhed under his ministrations, his hand back on my stomach and pinning me to the bed. Percy gently took my clit in his lips, flicking his tongue over it and swirling patterns that made me moan and desperately try to move my hips to grind against his face.

Despite my efforts, I really couldn't move. Percy's strength was incredibly attractive, and I felt a familiar pressure start to build up in my body. I was surprised at the intrusion of his long fingers inside me, a fog of pleasure clouding my mind.

He fucked his fingers into my dripping pussy slowly, and I felt every drag of his knuckles against my walls. The pressure built and built and I heard my moans get higher in pitch and my breath get shallower and I was so close-

Percy ripped his fingers away and leant away from me, chin shiny with wetness. I almost screamed in frustration as I watched him lick his fingers clean. He pouted teasingly.

"Oh I know, girly, it's so frustrating," he sympathised. "But if you're gonna come-" he leant over me, elbows leaning either side of my head, lips coming down to touch the shell of my ear. "-you're gonna come on my cock. You're gonna look so beautiful, baby."

I blushed at the compliment, my fingers covering my face and my smile. Gentle hands pulled them away.

"Don't hide from me, sweetheart, you're gorgeous."

He stripped himself of his sweatpants and underwear, pushing away my hands when I reached for him. "Next time, girly," he hummed. "Tonight I just want to focus on you, okay?" He rummaged in the drawer for a condom and slipped one on himself.

Percy pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, scattering kisses over my cheeks and nose and I giggled. A lot softer now, Percy positioned my legs either side of his waist, brushing his nose with mine. "Ready?"

"Please fuck me, Percy," I breathed into a kiss, and Percy groaned lowly.

"You're gonna kill me, girly."

He pressed into me, slowly and steadily, patiently waiting for me to adjust. I grinded my hips up into him and arched my back when his cock hit deep and strong inside me. "Fuck, fuck, Percy!"

"I've got you, babygirl." He fucked into me again, relishing in my nails digging into his back. Slowly and deliberately, he built up the speed, releasing low grunts as he thrust into me faster and faster.

I thanked the gods that the cabins had been soundproofed after the Apollo cabin had been yelled at one too many times for after-hours karaoke as choked screams ripped from my lungs. Percy's strokes were deep, I swore I could feel it in my soul.

"Gods above, you sound so fucking pretty, sweetheart." Percy kissed me hard, not relenting on the pace of his thrusts. I gripped at the hair at the back of his neck, holding on for dear life as his hips smacked against mine. His forehead rested against mine.

"I adore you."

The pressure that had been building up again released all at once, a wave of intensity and pleasure coursing through my veins and I clung to Percy like a lifeline, reassured by his murmurs of 'I've got you, it's okay baby, I'm right here, that's it'.

I felt Percy's hips falter and his voice get shaky as he came, breathing hard and fast into my neck.

We lay for a minute, wrapped up in each other as the sex-haze lifted. Percy hefted himself up, removing the condom and throwing it in the trash. He held out a hand to help me up. "Come on, shower then we're gonna go raid the snack cupboard in the dining hall."

I grinned, accepting his hand. "Sounds like a plan, Jackson."

He rolled his eyes fondly, and tugged me into the bathroom. He paused for a moment, considering.

"What's up?" I poked at him.

"Nothing, just... I wonder what it is about me that attracts Hades' kids."

Peals of laughter accompanied the sound of a slap of a chest.

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this took me about five hours bc focus wasn't happening today lol but i hope it was okay, thank you so much for requesting!

#percy #percy jackson #percy jackson smut #percy jackson x reader #percy smut #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo smut

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deviliciousdev · 3 years

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MBTI✨(pt 2) The Advocate's Lemon 🍋🥴🚫Pre-Brunch

entp (the debater)

infp (the mediator)

couple

entj (the commander)

intp (the logician)

couple

friend group

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[brunch time. entp x infp & entj x intp standing out front of fancy restaurant over looking the bay 🍽🌤🌊]

infp: wow entj, i can't believe you got us a reservation at this place.

entj: [on their phone 📱 ] oh yeah, i represented the GM of the hospitality group, during that PR nightmare last year when one of their fine dining restaurant's 300 gallon aquarium broke open.

entp: oh yeah didn't they have like eels and jelly fish in there?

entj: and sea urchins...

entp: pfffttt

infp: wowww... so you guy's have met infj's new gf?? what's she like??

intp: hmmm... what's the word i'm looking for... [taps chin in thought]🤔 [snaps, sarcastically] 👌 oh, psychotic.

entp: aha. that bad? 😄

entj: [nods] she's super jealous, and clearly insecure.

intp: you forgot insane. oh and she doesn't believe entj and i are actually together, and that entj and infj are sleeping together...

entp & infp: [both laughing] 😆😂

infp: you're kidding?!

entj: no, so infj asked us to act more "lovey dovey" 🤢 so she doesn't think anything's going on between me and infj.

entp: aha, that's fuckin' dumb 😄

intp: [on their phone📱] we should just show her that video we made, save a lot of time.

entj: 😳

entp & infp: 😮🤭

infp: umm, what video...[trying to hid smile]

entj: [laughs nervously] ahaha, there's no video, they're joking.😬

intp: [starting to look up from phone] no, you know the video we made in Miami, on that white leather couc-

[entj clasps hand over intp's mouth]👋

entp & infp: [wide smiles trying not laugh]

entj: ew! [quickly pulls hand away] god, did you have to lick my hand?! you little shit. ick.

intp: 😛

entp & infp: [raised eyebrows + unconvinced expressions] 😳😬

entj: i mean, you little... sweetie... aha [nervous chuckle]

everyone: ooo, ehh, no.

entj: what?! what was wrong with that?! [wagging finger]🤏i've heard you two call each other dumb pet names before!

entp: it just sounds so aggressive when you say it.

infp: [kind voice] yeah, ya know entj, pet names are supposed to be a sweet lil add on to something, not a... threat...

entj: ugh.🙄

entp: i'm still for the, "showing ur guys' sex tape to her", plan.

intp: THANK YOU.

entj: oh! 🙄 🤦‍♀️/🤦

infp: no, no, no, they don't need to do that, they'll be fine. well, may be get a few dozen mimosas in.

entp: what would that prove? they don't get romantic when they drink, we'll just get a live performance of the video.

infp: oh yeah you guys do get a little porny when ur wasted...

entj: 🤨 [throws hands out in shock]👐 we DO NOT.

entp: dude, at infj's lake house halloween party, you two broke the light over the pool table.

infp: and a potted plant.

entp: and a lounge chair.[snorts in laughter]

intp: [nodding with wide smug smile] 😏 [high fives entp] 👋

entj: 😬😑, whatever. i think our table's ready.

[hostess takes them to private table over looking bay🪑🍽🌊🌤]

infp: 😍✨ ooooo, entj, i'll pretend to be in a relationship with you, if it gets me more of this🙌

entj: [winks, with a smirk]😉

entp: [looking at a basket on the white cloth table] is this potpourri or chips??

intp: i hope this place has breakfast mac n cheese.

entp: [eats mystery items in basket] this is not chips. [eats another]

entj: oh my god. [to waiter] let's get the mimosas goin' shall we? 🤌🥂

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anaiswriterr · 4 years

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Black Magic

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: This story teaches you never ever, ever, place a spell especially an attraction spell or love spell without consent! Please never do this, this shouldn’t be played with unless with full consent, and if you know what you’re doing: obsession, puppy love at first, grows into unwanted attention, possessiveness.

Authors Note: This is my least favorite fic to write, I’m so sorry to those that were looking forward to it.

Synopsis: “Are you sure this.. spell will make him like me? Find me attractive?” Y/N questioned her witchy friend. Eyeing the wax melted jar in her hand suspiciously, she just wanted his attention nothing too serious. “If you doubt it won’t work. I promise, this spell is going to make him want you forever.”

- black magic - screamtober part five -

•

Y/N rests her cheek in her palm, eyes wondering on the boy who sat in front of her in class. If only he’d pay attention to her; she sighs and sits back in her seat. Ignoring his closed dense mind - how could he not see it! Everyone knew! Hell, even Mr. Aizawa knew and she bet all the teachers knew too of her growing feelings towards the angry spiked explosive quirk user.

All except him.

“Idiot.” She mutters beneath her breath continuing on with her notes, why couldn’t he tell? Why couldn’t he just pay attention to her?

***

“Just tell him already!” Mina chimes in, taking her bag of chips out of her bag. “What’s the worst thing he’ll do? Say no? Fine, then you move on!“ Mina crunches on the handful of chips she unconsciously shoved into her mouth, moaning as the nacho cheese flavors erupted in her mouth. Leaving Y/N to roll her eyes in annoyance, “I’m not as close to Bakugou as you are, I just want him to notice me.” Y/N sighs, pulling her phone out from her back pocket in hopes to find a distraction from her over whelming feelings for the temperamental boy.

Mina chuckles, “Well if you really want his attention why don’t you come over tonight for a sleep over, my aunts in town and she studies witch craft. She could probably help you get his attention.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in response as she excitedly turned her attention towards her friend, watching Mina intently with a serious gaze. “Please tell me your being serious!” Y/N exclaims.

“Well yeah, tonight's Halloween so it’ll definitely set the mood.”

Y/N’s chest swells with hope, the fact that the attention of her crush could quickly be averted towards her. She didn’t need anything special, nothing to fancy, but instead a push towards the right direction. “I’ll see you tonight then!” Y/N exclaims rushing towards her home and unlocking the front gate, “Okay lovely!” Mina grins waving goodbye to her friend for the afternoon.

With the sun setting and children rushing home to put on their costumes, Y/N’s plan fell into full swing. Already packed her night bag with extra clothes, a brush, tooth brush, and other essentials she rushed to Mina’s house. Dodging the trick or treaters at her front door allowing her mother to pass out candy to the kids.

“Stay safe, honey!” Her mother called out.

But luckily for Y/N, Mina was only over three blocks down.

Clutching onto her backpack and speed walking her way through the side walk, Y/N eventually reaches her friends house and presses the doorbell.

The door swings open revealing the pink girl in her pajamas, a wicked grin tainted her lips. “Let get this party started!”

***

Y/N met Mina’s aunt plenty of times, but she never knew that her aunt practiced the craft - though her aunt was still young only in her early twenties and still in college. Menmora nevertheless practiced the craft with caution, reminding Y/N of the consequences that could come from this request.

“Please! Menmora, I just need something, anything that’ll get his attention!” Y/N begged, nearly on her knees in the living room as Mina ate a slice of pizza. Menmora flipped her pink hair over her shoulder and continued to file her nails. “Y/N I love you, but I don’t know if I should do this for you. It’s dangerous.. the consequences. Sometimes you can’t even break up with the guy. They get super obsessed in some cases. Why don’t you just talk to him, ooo how about buy some new perfume. It’s proven that the scent of vanilla can spike male pheromones into being more attracted-”

Menmora is interrupted by the puppy eyes Y/N makes, her lips quivering as she pleaded. “You really like this kid don’t you?” Menmora sighs.

“You have absolutely no idea.”

“Fine, Mina go get my jars, cinnamon and honey from the cabinet. The paper and pen are in the same one as well, make sure to get the blue, pink, and red ones.” Menmora orders throwing her nail file towards the coffee table, Y/N lets out a small giggle in excitement.

“It’s a full moon tonight, go get the candles.” She’s told, Y/N pushes herself up from the ground and rushes towards the dining room. Grabbing all the pink and white candles, any that were in her line of sight and rushes back to the living room where Mina had placed all the materials on the now cleaned space.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t know, about this anymore.. what if something goes wrong?”

Y/N whips her head around, “It might not even work, but it’s definitely worth a try.”

“Alright then, let light these candles.”

***

A pink candle slowly melts onto a small jar, the wax drips off the sides, Y/N has no idea what’s going but the flicker of the surrounding lit candles captures her gaze. Suddenly slammed with the feeling of guilt and doubt, who was she kidding. “Bakugou won’t ever see me as one of his equals.. just some dumb extra.”

She’s pulled back from her thoughts when the jar is thrusted into her face, “Are you sure this.. spell will make him like me? Find me attractive?” Y/N questioned, suddenly suspicious of the “magic jar”. Eyeing the wax melted jar in her hand hoping this would work, she just wanted his attention. “If you doubt in the craft then it won’t work. I promise, this spell is going to make him want you forever.”

Y/N didn’t need a forever, and perhaps those words manifested itself into existents. It was a silly idea, she thought. How desperate do you have to be, how stupid do you have to be. That weekend, after her sleepover with Mina she had forgotten all about the spell.

It didn’t matter to anymore, she was just an extra in his story. A background character to his epic hero story..

But nonetheless a hero never gives up!

So instead of sulking around all day like she initially planned the day prior, Y/N woke up early that Monday morning, did her hair, took a shower, and sprayed on her best smelling perfume, and packed her UA practice uniform and marched outside the house.

Meeting up with Mina.

“You look extra chirpy today.” Mina grins, fixing her left sock.

“I feel amazing today, I look good, I smell good. I’m absolutely great.” Y/N claims, straightening out her skirt. Mina arches a brow and giggles, “Alright missus feel good, how are you feeling about the spell stuff.”

Y/N shrugs, adjusting the straps of her backpack to loosen over her shoulders.

“Whatever happens, happens. And besides, is magic even real?”

“I don’t know, we live in a world where 80% of population has a quirk. Before then nobody ever even thought about having superpowers. I’ve heard witchcraft is real, though.”

“You’re right about that,” Y/N chuckles, “The world we live in is kinda weird.”

The two teens laugh, continuing their way down the sidewalk catching the first subway train to UA High hoping to arrive early.

And of course the two race to the first available seats there were - which weren’t many to begin with anyways. Y/N sat patiently awaiting their stop, rising up to exit when it was finally time to get off. Nearly forgetting to wake Mina’s sleeping form, she shuddered at the memory of Mina chasing her around the neighborhood when she first forgot about her friend.

She dragged the tired pinkette by the blouse and up the stairs, Y/N groans at the sudden change in lighting, covering her eyes with her right hand. Using her left hand to drag Mina. “Eager to see Bakugou, I see.” Mina teases causing Y/N to simply roll her eyes, “If he’d pay attention to me today.”

“Well you never know, today might be your lucky day.”

“I hope.”

***

“Okay class, today we’re going to be learning..”

Mr. Aizawa’s words drown out in Y/N’s mind as she continued to stare at the blonde in front of her, admiring his spiky locks and the way he tapped his pencil against his notebook.

“Y/N are you pay attention?” Mr. Aizawa asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Y-Yes, sorry.”

Aizawa nods and continues on with his lesson.

Y/N sighs, grabbing her pencil to take notes, jotting down the common hero do’s and don’t. Something Y/N assumed he put together the night before.

Her attention is suddenly caught by a small note thrown onto her desk from the boy in front of her, ‘That’s odd Bakugou never passes notes..’

The square note obviously ripped from the spare sheets of paper, she’s hesitant to open the note, terrified of the embarrassment that would come soaring over Y/N if it wasn’t meant for her. But the hard gaze Bakugou sent her way, mouthing out the words, “Open it, damn it.” She quickly fiddles her fingers over the note, scrambling to open it under her desk.

What’s your quirk?

Her heart is pounding as she quickly writes her quirk on the sheet of paper, passing it towards him. Ignoring the slight pain her heart felt knowing that he didn’t pay attention to her quirks power either. What kinda of question is that?

Weather, why?

He passes another back just as quick.

I don’t know, I saw you in the games the other month.

So he did notice her, Y/N shakes the thought focusing on the task at hand. He did pay attention to her.

It’s a meteorology quirk, I can manifest any season and forecast.

Y/N watches as Bakugou, stares at the square for a while. Nearly impressed with her quirk. He didn’t pass another note back until the end of class when he whipped his head around, and threw another square at her desk.

“That’s a nice quirk.”

They were simple words, four words to be exact. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary yet for Y/N. It was special, and that note sat in her book bag for the rest of week before finding itself a spot on her desk.

Slowly, gradually the two began to speak.

Then later she found herself sitting with his group and Mina during lunch, which later progressed with him tutoring Y/N after school.

Y/N sighed in relief when he began to finally pay attention, showing just slight caring from time to time. She smiled to herself in bed, maybe Mina’s aunt really did help. Nevertheless, she was happy with the attention of her crush.

Nothing came out of their friendship that year, instead Y/N focused on getting closer to the spiky explosive quirk user. She’d normally watch movies with the group in the afternoons when they all initially first moved into the dorms.

Sero would casually tease the two from time to time explaining how they looked so much like a couple beside one another. Earning a projectile pillow thrown towards his face from the blonde himself, muttering to himself in the process.

***

Bakugou asked Y/N out on an official date just before their second year, who she of course said yes too. Though Y/N quickly found out the.. problems dating Katsuki. He was possessive, irrational in some aspects, and over all over bearing.

But the problem wasn’t Bakugou himself during the relationship.. but as the two grew up Y/N soon realized her crush on Bakugou was just that.

A crush..

***

Years had passed..

And Y/N and Katsuki had moved in with each other in their early years of being pro heroes.

Y/N’s chest swells with guilt, and her voice is caught in a worried toned. She picks at her fingers, attempting to put the pieces together in her mind on the best way to break things off with Katsuki. She’s caught pacing her living room area, and his vermilion eyes squint at her shadowy frame.

“What are you doing up so early?”

His asks in confusion; looking out into the city through their window. Y/N didn’t even noticed she still hasn’t gone to bed, he arches a brow - stepping towards her with his hands deep in his pockets.

“Something wro-”

“I think we should break up.”

It’s quiet.

Almost to quiet.

And for a second Y/N feels like she can breathe, a word of apologizes filled her brain but she decides against it. She wasn’t sorry, they were both twenty four. The relationship had come to an end, there was no more time to think.

“Look, Katsuki, I’m so sorry but we can’t keep going. Thank you for being so amazing to me throughout the years, and being all my firsts-”

“We’re not breaking up.”

“W-What?”

“I said, we are not breaking up.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. His large strides make it towards her trembling frame. “Katsuki..”

He reaches out towards her, roughly grabbing her but the chin and pulling her in close. Causing Y/N to squeal as she’s tugged towards him.

“You’re not leaving me..” He clenches his teeth, “You’re not leaving this house, and if you do decide to leave..”

Y/N’s blood grows cold, somewhere in his eyes those red fiery orbs flare in anger, something Y/N doesn’t recognize but she suddenly remembers that night on Halloween when she was just sixteen.

“They become super obsessed..”

“Sometimes you can’t even break up with them..”

A mistake.. she made.. she realizes there is no turning back.. she’s stuck with him forever.

“I’ll go everywhere you go..”

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metaphor-cheese · 3 years

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Anyway after that convo abt buford protecting baljeet i was reminded of one of the first things i wrote when i got back into pnf

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Bill glanced around the mall outside wedgies, searching desperately.

“Come on dude, you came unprepared, just admit it.” A bored voice commented next to him. “No nerd, no entry.”

“I can prove myself!” The boy angrily defended, poking the unimpressed bouncer in the chest in an attempt to intimidate him. “Just let me find someone-“

“What do you think’s gonna happen?” Another bully mocked from inside. “A nerd’s just gonna materialise because the almighty william needs one?”

“IT’S BILL!” The boy roared. He didn’t have to put up with this kind of slander! He was top dog at his school back in Seattle.

He turned back to scanning the available area with his eyes as the bouncer turned around and began shutting the doors to the gym. “Come on, come on...” he mumbled to himself, frantically. “I just gotta find one ner-“ his voice cut off in an instant and his eyes bugged out.

There, across the way, a small indian boy was exiting a bookshop. He was dressed in overalls, his arms were piled high with textbooks (despite summer just having started) and he was talking to a boy with a triangle head about what sounded like science.

He had to be the biggest nerd Bill had ever seen.

His mouth twitched into an evil grin.

“Hey!” He called back to the bouncer, just before he closed the door.

“Ugh, what?!” The taller child whined. “Don’t make me hang you from the flagpole, new kid!”

Ignoring the threat, Bill pointed to the boy with a smug grin. “You were saying about how I couldn’t find a nerd?”

Instead of shocked like he’d expected, or horrified and defeated like he’d hoped, the bouncer instead looked serious. “Yeah, man. Not happening. That’s Buford’s nerd.”

Bill scoffed. ‘Buford’s nerd? You couldn’t claim nerds! It was a free country! And even if it wasn’t, Bully Billy took what he wanted.

“I’m serious, bro.” The bouncer stressed, beginning to white knuckle the door handle. The bullies who had gathered around the window to laugh at him being kicked out also looked anxious. “That one’s off limits.”

“We’ll see about that.” With a roll of his eyes, Bill strolled over to the younger kids.

“I cannot believe I got such a discount on these textbooks!” The indian boy was squeaking excitedly as he struggled with his heavy stack. “You do not know what college kids are paying for these nowadays.”

“Hey poindexter!” Billy interrupted, pointing at him. Despite making it clear who he was referring to, the boy and his small entourage still looked around curiously as if it was unclear. “Ugh. Overalls!” The boy shifted his stack of books to balance precariously at his hip and pointed to himself in with a questioning look. “Yes you! Drop the books.” Bill sneered.

With a confused blink, the boy replied simply. “No.”

“What? You’re talkin’ back to me, runt?!”

“Well, yes.” He said matter of factly. He narrowed his eyes. “What reason do i have to listen t-“

Bill didn’t let him finish. He wasn’t about to lallygag around when he had his dominance as a bully to assert. With one swift move, he reached down and yanked the child up by his underpants. The little shrimp let out a high pitched yelp as he did so, and his friends gaped in shock.

“Well...” the boy chuckled, nervously. “That was unpleasant.”

“Put him down!” One of his friends- a girl with a pink ribbon- demanded, angrily.

“Yeah, he didn’t do anything to you!” The triangle-headed nerd from before chimed in. Bill decided to make him his next victim, after he made an example of the kid in his grasp.

“Or else what?” He mocked, beginning to absentmindedly stroke the boys curly hair for a few seconds before harshly yanking with no warning. The three’s glares intensified as their friend yelped in pain again. “Hmm?” Bill continued. “What’re you gonna do? Go cry to mommy?”

“No.” The boy in his grasp said with sudden calmness, catching Bill’s attention. When he looked back at him, he saw the kid had his arms crossed and was shooting him a confident (and slightly condescending) look. “I will do this.” As he finished speaking, the indian boy took a large, dramatic intake of breath. Bill noticed the other kids giving each other similar, knowing looks of confidence as the tall, green-haired one handed out ear plugs to the others. Before he could question what was about to happen, however...

“BUUUUUUUFOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!”

Bill swore his eardrums burst at the sound, and he was honestly surprised the high pitch didn’t make all the glass in the mall shatter. As he stumbled backwards from shock, he barely managed to make out a dark grey shape skid around a nearby corner. A split second after the sound stopped, he noticed the shape was a chubby kid in a black shirt holding a half-eaten soft pretzel.

“What- what’s happ’nin, where’s the fire?!” The kid exclaimed in frantic alarm, hurriedly looking this way and that. When his eyes settled on Bill and the boy he was holding, however, it instantly steeled into something murderous.

The whole area seemed to go quiet as, who he presumed was, ‘Buford’ slowly stomped his way over to Bill and the overalls kid. Despite his young age and stout physique, even grown adults around Bill covered their mouths in silent horror and hid behind display signs as he passed.

Once he got in front of the two of them, the boy in Bill’s clutches brightened up. “Buford!” He greeted, happily- but the other ignored him.

“Drop the nerd.” Was all he said to him, raspy voice going as deep as an 11 year olds could. When Bill paused, he pointed to the ground and screamed “NOW!”

Bill glanced around him at the terror on everyone’s faces. At the quivering salespeople and the cowering bullies behind wedgies big fancy windows. He raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the horrified masses and the slightly-larger-than-average preteen in front of him.

With a quiet scoff, he rolled his eyes. Clearly becoming top dog in this town was gonna be easy.

Giving the kid a smug look, he asked “Or else what, shorty?”

One moment he was looking down into a pale, chubby kid’s furious gaze. The next, his vision was fuzzy black and stars as his back hit the ground. A tight pain erupted from his stomach a moment later, and he rolled over and began wheezing as he huddled in the foetal position.

Baljeet shrieked only for a split second as he fell, before he landed in a familiar palm with an underwhelming ‘plop’. He glanced at the person holding him up and smiled. “Thank you, my friend.”

“Y’welcome, ‘Jeet.” Buford said casually as he lowered his arm so his friend could hop off his hand.

Phineas, Ferb and Isabella wandered over to the two of them to look upon the devastated boy.

“Wow.” Phineas said simply, noticing that the older kid still hadn’t stopped wheezing. “That was some sucker punch.”

“You’ve learnt well.” Isabella praised, patting him on the arm. Ferb nodded.

Unable to not brag at least a little, Buford leant back and pretended to inspect his nails. “Yeah. It was a pretty good hit, wasn’t it?”

“Though I certainly hope you did not do any lasting damage...” Baljeet fretted, looking with concern at how long it was taking the bully to recover.

As if in response to his pity, the kid struggled to his feet. “That was a cheap shot.” He spat, cheeks red with embarrassment. He brushed himself off and pointed intimidatingly at Buford. “Let’s settle this the real-“

“Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up.” Buford calmly said, waving his hands in a ‘stop’ gesture as he walked up to him. If only from confusion, Bill did quiet, letting him get close. “Do you really wanna do that?” Buford asked. Bill glared at him.

“Yes.” He said seriously.

He vaguely registered a series of shocked gasps from all around him.

Buford looked surprised for a moment, before shrugging. “Alright.”

Just like before, it all happened so quickly.

One moment Bill had his feet planted firmly on the ground. The next, he was being yanked into the air by his shirt (how was that even possible when this kid was smaller than him?!) and then the next, landing roughly into something hard just as he tried to fight back. It took him a moment to regain his bearings, but when he did, he tried to clamber out of the tiny bin- only to see Buford’s face blocking his view of the light.

“Listen up here, dillweed, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once.” Buford snarled. “This is MY turf. Those,” he pointed to the rest of the kids. “are MY friends.” Leaning in close, and lowering his scratchy voice again, the kid growled. “And if you wanna survive in this town another day, you’ll leave us the hell alone and never touch one’ ‘em again.” With a harsh poke in the chest, he added “Got that?”

Before Bill could even consider responding, Buford continued. “Good. Sayonara.” Something harsh hit the side of the bin and then bill was rolling, rolling, rolling until-

“AAAAAHHHHHH!”

The five kids gathered around the escalator to watch the bin speed down it and then straight out the front door, all to the tune of the bully’s screams.

“Goodbye!” Baljeet called after him, with a satisfied giggle.

“Yup.” Buford added.

For a few moments, they watching in silence.

“...Man, he’s really going far.” Isabella commented.

“I’ll say.” Phineas added. “Hey Ferb, pass me those binoculars.” The green haired boy did just that and his step-brother laughed good-naturally at whatever he saw through them.

“Hey, cool, he made it to the skatepark!”

“Ooo, let me see!” Baljeet cheered, reaching for them.

Buford looked on with a fond smile at his friends laughing over the view. When his ear twitched at the sound of a solitary ‘aww’, however, he turned and glared at the cause. The instigator- a teenage girl- proved not to be the only one staring at him, as huge swabs of the mall were still warily watching him. One quick glare in each direction quickly solved that problem, however, and Buford nodded to himself in satisfaction.

“Alright, this is gettin’ old.” He interrupted Isabella and Baljeet’s arguing by physically easing himself between them. “Who wants corndogs?” He offered.

Instantly, Ferb’s hand went up, and Phineas and Isabella responded rather quickly with ‘me!’s. He nodded and turned to lead the way.

“Were you not just at the food court?” Baljeet commented, wryly, as he followed.

“Hey, I didn’t get to finish my pretzel!” Buford defended.

And thus the group of kids’ normal banter started up again, and the regular background noise of the mall resumed.

Meanwhile, across town, a dazed pharmacist rolling down the skating rink strapped to a buggy passed a child in a bin rolling the other way.

“You too, huh?”

#long post #my writing #phineas and ferb #:p

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introvert--weeb · 3 years

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hey angel!! first of all: congrats on reaching 100 followers!! i bet you‘ll reach your next milestone in no time <3. anyways i‘m here to request a tokyo revengers matchup if thats alright!!

im a bi scorpio intp and i go by she/they pronouns! okay buckle in now bc this is gonna be a looong one-

although i‘m super introverted people always tell me they think i‘m an extrovert bc of how loud and upbeat i am LMAO i guess you could say i‘m just super energetic and bubbly? but don‘t let that fool you, i still don‘t do well with huge crowds of people (HAHAHA)!! i‘m overall pretty laidback and just go with the flow i‘d say! anything honestly works for me, though i‘m also fine on my own most of the time. as for being loud, i‘d say my personal talent is not being able to shut up (though some people may disagree about it being a talent LOL). like honestly, i could ramble all day!! no joke!! and i also have no filter, i just say anything that comes to my mind,,, uhh anything other noteworthy about me is that i get into the dumbest accidents ever, but am always strangely calm about them (the other day i fell down the stairs and got a minor concussion and got yelled at by my friends for not going to the doctor bc i forgot you‘re supposed to do that LOL)

i love love love spending quality time with people i like!! also a huge sucker for affection <33 and i‘m a huge sucker for romance too, shoujo mangas especially……. other than that i also really like horror media?? i‘m the biggest scaredy cat ever yet i‘m so obsessed with horror….. i also love doing handicrafts like knitting and crocheting!!

i‘d say my aesthetic is super girly and pink!! anything cute i adore <33 appearance wise i‘m pretty short and really petite lol,, my hair is currently kinda dyed like teen kazutoras hair LMAO got that bee look going on

anyways!! tysm for your time and have a wonderful day angel 💘💘

Ooo, you sound lovely! 💕 And thank you so much! ❤️

I will be pairing you up with...

Haruchiyo Sanzu ❤️

Same energy type of couple. Both you and Haruchiyo are introverted but can come across as extroverted. However, while you are bubbly and energetic, Haru is toned down yet he can be manic in his behaviours.

Meeting Sanzu happened because you had gone to watch a rerun of a horror movie in cinema. Sanzu had also gone to watch the same movie since he really had nothing better to do. Mikey wasn't holding any Toman business so there really was nothing else to do to pass time.

Since the rerun was quite popular, the only seat the boy could take was next to you. Not that it bothered him since he'd rather sit next to a pretty girl than next to someone who would annoy him throughout the experience. And so, he took his seat as the film started.

You were scared. Why had you decided to come and watch this movie again? Oh. Right. It's because you actually really enjoyed horror movies. As the first few jumpscares happened, Sanzu noticed how you would cover your eyes and flinch. He found it cute but you were a complete stranger so he would never say it out loud.

By the time the movie was halfway through, you had unconsciously clung to Haruchiyo's arm for protection. It's a good thing this boy wears a mask because it hid the majority of his blush that dusted his cheeks and nose. It stayed like this for the rest of the movie.

When the movie ended and the lights came on, you were surprised and flustered to find that you were clinging to a cute guy's arm. With a harsh blush, you apologised profusely to Haru who was simply waving it off. In fact, he took advantage of how sorry you seemed and used that to ask you on a date/hang out of sorts. And that is how you ended up spending the day with Haruchiyo Sanzu, as well as giving him your number.

Skipping the cliche that I constantly write, you and Sanzu ended up in a relationship after 3 months of talking and hanging out. You had yet to learn that he was part of a gang and I don't think he'd ever want you to know. After all, you were someone he wanted to keep safe so you finding out he was in a gang would just put you in danger.

Haruchiyo really enjoys the fact that you will speak whatever is on your mind, no matter how random it may be. It was better than trying to guess what you were thinking and he felt a lot more comfortable in this dynamic. It meant he could also tell you all his 3am type thoughts that he usually kept to himself.

Dates with Haru are usually quite laid-back in their own ways. I don't see him really taking you to fancy restaurants unless it's a special occasion. So the main dates are usually watching movies either at the cinema (his treat) or at one of your houses. Snacks are a must and so are cuddles.

This boy is affectionate and can come across a little clingy sometimes. He isn't clingy in a relationship but he is in need of cuddles and reassurance that you won't leave him for someone else. Especially when he had shown you his scars under his mask. Please make him feel loved and tell him how the scars don't bother you in any way. His heart will flutter from your words.

Sanzu would probably be the one to mentally facepalm every time you get another injury. At the beginning of the relationship, he would worry over every scrape and bruise but as he started dating you for longer and got to know you, it had become a normal occurrence. Don't get me wrong, he will help bandage you up or take you to the hospital if it required it. He just wouldn't outwardly worry as much as he used to unless the injury was really bad.

Haruchiyo ADORES your aesthetic! Pink is such a pretty colour in his eyes and it looked even prettier when you were wearing it. Will buy you accessories to match with your outfits and expects you to wear them. After all, you were his girl and you should want to show that off, right?

Other gifts will include shoujo mangas that he has heard you talking about, plushies that he found cute and reminded him of you, and snacks when you would hang out. This boy will try his best to spoil you the best he can.

Requests for match-ups are closed.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers match up #match up requests #match up event #100 followers event #requested #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu

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bonbonthedragon · 3 years

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this is stupidly self indulgent, please don’t hate me lol. could i request headcanons about hawks with an s/o who’s an opera singer? (a lyric soprano specifcally, their voices are brighter and warm, check out ileana cotrubas or kathleen battle if you want an example) like he knew she was a good singer, he’d heard her hum to herself and such, but then maybe he walks in on her practicing one day, or goes to one of her performances and hears her full voice for the first time

Jakajjsjsjsj yes 🥺✨ I used the song in greatest showmen I hope that was okay- I have no clue about music and I thought maybe they matched the tone you mentioned with those examples :)

You and keigo hadn’t even been together long, only 5 months. You two had moved in with each other a month ago though, and even then he felt you kept a lot to yourself. Well...he wasn’t one to talk, thats why he never pushed you.

“Dun da duuup” you spun in the kitchen, not really caring as to who else was in there. You continued to hum, hips swaying slightly while you grabbed the sugar for your coffee.

Keigo watched from the door way as he slipped a shirt on. Smirking, he slowly walked into the kitchen quietly, not to startle you. His hands found the hem of your shirt and he slipped under as he rested them on your bare hips. You yelped

“Kei!” You swatted his hands away “your fingers are freezing!”

He kept his hold, going to rest his head on your shoulder and murmur into your neck “don’t stop” he said “I like when you hum”

But then his phone rang and he groaned, the agency.

He sighed “welp, looks like I’m in today too,” he brought a hand to the back of his neck “sorry dove, I was really hoping to get the morning with you”

You smiled and kissed his cheek “duty calls”

A blush filled his tanned skin and he gave you a dreamy smile, hugging you from behind and inhaling your sweet scent “I love you so much”

“I love you too”

Eventually he let go, going toward the bathroom to get ready. Just then, your manager called

“Hello?”

“(Y/n)! Quick! I need you on for tonight!”

“What- why? This is my day off. I have no music classes to teach, no rehearsal practice and for sure no show tonight” you whined

“Mei had a family emergency with her brother- please” she begged

“I want double pay, my throat still hurts from doing a week straight!” You reminded her

“Deal” she hung up

“Hey babe, have you seen my visor?” Keigo yelled from the hall “oh wait-“ he emerged with it on “found it”

The blond came to kiss you on the forehead and hug you “looks like I do have work today birdie”

“Awww” he whined “so no show tonight?”

“Afraid not, just going to be you, Fat and Mirko”

“I wanted to surprise you” his bottom lip jutted out and you chuckled

“We can go this weekend”

That made him smile and hug you tighter “ok, looks like I’m going to have to tell those two to keep their mouths shut then”

“Haha I’ll see you later, be safe”

—

“No (y/n)?” Tai asked

Hawks shook his head “work” he shrugged

“What does she do again?”

“Collage Student, but she helps with music lessons for children too”

“So she sings?” Mirko asked curiously

He laughed “good question. She can hum! I love when she hums, puts me right to blissful sleep. But no, as much as I have begged her too, she hasn’t. She keeps a lot to herself, but I’m not one to talk so...” he shrugged again “she’ll come aground when she’s ready”

“Aw, love” tai teased, earning a light shove from hawks

“Whatever” he joked “who are we seeing?”

Mirko pulled out the pamphlet she got walking in “Mei Shikuetsae, opera singer”

He flipped through the booklet too “ooo fancy”

‘10 min until production. Please take your seats and get settled in, all phones please be silenced now’ the intercom said

“Can’t believe (y/n) couldn’t make it” Mirko gave a frown “I bet she would have loved this”

Hawks gave a sad nod “we agreed to go this weekend, but yeah, I would have rather her here now.”

“Shhhhh” tai shushed

The lights soon went dark and the first layer of dark green curtains opened. A smaller woman appeared, in a light blue dress and cute glasses on her nose. She tapped the micro phone “Hello, and welcome to tonight’s performance at the Kabuki theater!” Everyone clapped “thank you. Tonight we promised a song by Mei Shikuetsae, but sadly with some complications, she could not be here. Though, we are lucky enough to have a special guest tonight who you might know and be familiar with! She has been here for a while and is our young rising star! I present (L/n) (Y/n) with the song Never Enough!”

All three hero’s eyes widened and looked at each other. Hawks grabbed the seat in front of him and leaned in to get a better look at the stage as the second curtains opened. Sure enough, the music began slowly and elegantly and you appeared in the middle of the stage.

“Holy shit...”

The words fell off his tongue at the sight of you. You glimmered on the black marble flooring, ivory white gown complementing your skin perfectly and hair down in fine curls. Your neck sported a sparkling necklace keigo had given you a while back and earrings that matched. And by god you looked absolutely stunning. His mouth fell open and as much as Fat and Mirko were surprised too, she had to nudge his chin to close it.

“I’m trying to hold my breath...” you began “let it stay this way, can’t let this moment end....”

Your voice echoed though out the large room, bouncing on every wall.

“You set off a dream in me...getting louder now, can you hear it echoing”

You took in a deep breath, looking over the crowd, but you never spotted keigo “talk my hand. Will you share this with me? Cause’ darling with out you...”

A shiver went down his spine and his feathers visibly fluffed a bit

You began to move, hands waving just slightly in the air as your eyes closed “all the shine of a thousand spot lights, all the stars we steal from the night sky will never be enough, will never be enough”

He couldn’t find himself to look away, not just in shock of you but you just entranced him.

The music amped up and your voice grew higher and stronger “towers of gold are still too little. These hands can hold the world but it’ll never be enough, never be enough”

Your body moved with the music, tone making the whole place vibrate alone. He heart sang with you, every word you spoke making him lean forward more and more

“For me! Never! Never!”

The audience was in a spell, your spell. It was like a thousand angels singing through you. You were amazing.

“Never! never!”

Never did he think he could witness something so beautiful

“Never! For me, for me, for me!”

“Never enough! Never enough! Never enough!”

“For me, for me, for me!”

The rest was a complete blur for the no.2 hero. You were a army, a force that made his heart beat out of his chest and swoon. He swore he was falling all over again. You were so powerful and strong. You just kept on going and he couldn’t help but just sit and watch in complete shock and amazement. Mirko tapped his shoulder and he flinched out of his thoughts

“For me...” you finished, looking around as the curtain began to close and the audience stood. They cheered and hollered for more, roses and other flowers tossed onto the stage and the lights coming back on.

“Hawks?”

Keigo didn’t speak, he only gulped and held his panting chest “I think...I think I just fell in love all over again...” he whispered

“What?” Tai shouted over the crowed

He blushed a furious red, shaking his head and already trying his best to get out of the sea of people.

—

“Ow” you winced as you stepped off the strange, curtain back down

“You were amazing!” Your manager sang

“Heh thanks, now to gurgle salt water and ice cream for a month”

She gave you a apologetic look “you were still astounding”

You smiled, but only for a second as the door to your dressing room was budged open. A officer managed to squeeze in

“What-“

“Sorry ma’am but there’s someone who wants to see you?”

“Uh-“

“(Y/N)!” Keigo suddenly burst through the doors

“Kei-“

But he was already enfolding you in a bear hug and his lips roughly pressed to yours. It was a passionate kiss, and seeing as it was clearly a moment, everyone left the room. You found yourself melting into him with no question, hands resting in his blond locks and tugging at his tux. He eventually let go and you huffed for air

“K-keigo? What are you-“

“You were outstanding” he exclaimed “beautiful, stunning, amazing-“

“W-whoa birdie-“

“(Y/n) (L/n) I love you so so much” he said, voice now lower and more sincere

You froze, chest aching at the comment “I love you too” you said with a smile as he came back in to peck your cheeks, making you giggle “I love you too”

#bnha x reader #fanfic #bnha fanfiction #my hero academy fanfiction #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks x reader #my hero academia hawks #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine

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